And here's to you, my Shinsuke.. but you know, you know..
Aside of that, enjoy the second chapter of my attempts.
Now, 'behave', is a bit more complicated word.
You press your lips together and then spread them wide apart, almost like a smile, but smiling is less sour. Then you push the width of your tongue against the upper palate and end the exhale with a touch of your teeth against your lip.
It means almost the same thing as a 'kid' does, but it also carries the possibility of consequences, if you, by any chance, decide to wreck chaos.
It means that Abuto is, after all, glad to be rid of you for a short time, and gives Kiheitai no Shinsuke a reason to send a smug smirk your way.
You want to brush your knuckles against the smirk and crush skin against jaw, paint the world in red.
He knows, but still turns his back at you, isn't tense with the expectation of pain, like it doesn't matter that you are the strongest Yato, that you are the youngest Harusame admiral, like you're just a harmless kid and you don't matter.
You miss your Yato squad that can sense your worst moods and fall over each other like fools to get you to talk so you wouldn't scratch trough their chests and eat their hearts.
You can't sense Abuto close-by, either, and you hate that it does make you feel like a kid, after all.
Looking back, or hesitating at all would mean accepting defeat, though, so you keep walking the same pace Kiheitai no Shinsuke set and you even quicken it a bit to catch up.
You walk side-by-side with him, but it's still as if you were miles apart. That stark contrast against your last encounter leaves you confused and regretting your agreement. Back than, you had the same enemy and you had that saviour and savee bond going, but now he makes it clear you are just a guest, at best.
You keep your concentration on him and you miss the exact moment you arrive to the harbour and the moment you are no longer alone with him, not until;
"Shinsuke-sama!"
The voice is too loud and too shrill for your sensitive hearing, but you remember having seen the woman fight, before.
She was a fire, harsh moves and bullets flying and you wonder if you would be able to dodge the missiles or would end up dripping your own blood by the point when you'd tear trough her skin.
It has been long since you were made to bleed and you miss the desperation that comes with your life pouring from your veins.
"I assume your meeting went well, Shinsuke-dono." your eyes move from one to the other and both men are tall, taller than Shinsuke, but it's the one with a shock of blue hair that catches your attention, partly because the other one is paying it to you quite a lot and you don't doubt he will seek you out soon enough.
You can taste the danger in the breath you take, you can smell steel and wood, scents that make your skin crawl and your fingers twitch. He would be unassuming enough, but you know that he is hiding a blade and you would love to go and find out where.
You watch him and want to bare your teeth in a grin, want to scratch your hand and lick blood to wake the monster in that samurai, but you don't have the time, because-
"Who is this young man, Shinsuke-sama?" and hands that are blunt and heavy drop on your shoulders, breath of an excited exhale hits your face and gross, really.
You smirk slowly and lay your hands on those large palms, his face twists with confusion and blood sticks in between you from where your nails penetrate the skin.
"Harusame no Kamui, Creeper-san~" you state as if you didn't want to puke from the way his eyes bore holes into you, as if you can't see him trying to squirm from your hold.
Shinsuke doesn't try to stop you, is watching you both with an amused twist of his lips and it's only when you hear the small bones crack that the other two appear by your side and try to loosen your grip.
You look sideways at the man on your left, his palm is sending warmth into your elbow, but you don't even pretend to be affected by their human strength.
They play pull and tug with you for a moment, the man under your hands is folding in on himself, the stink of his pain getting stronger, and you keep pushing and you keep smiling.
You let go when you feel your own shoulders with the tips of your fingers, even trough the mess of blood and bones.
He crumbles to your feet and you allow the two to secure your wrists.
"You do not like being touched, I dare say." the man with your left hand states evenly and you turn to give him a smile. You shake off the woman on your right but not him and you don't look away to see her go crouch by the fallen male. She doesn't offer to help him when he tries to bandage his palms with the cloth of his shirt and just watches, sneer on her face,
"Funny you didn't complain when he called you that, pervert." she muses out loud and Shinsuke sighs and makes a step towards his ship.
"Show'im around, Bansai." he utters, having lost interest, and walks on, the girl stands up and follows and you tug at the hand holding you and follow as well.
Nothing, nothing, nothing.