Title: Haiku
Characters:
Anotsu/Magatsu
Word Count: 100
A/N: Written for
Skripka for Yuletide 2007
Summary: Sometimes,
Magatsu chafes.
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Haiku
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The brush glides down the sheet with a minimum of resistance, a black liquid form taking shape on the best paper money can buy.
"Composing your death poem?" Magatsu snorts.
Anotsu looks up. He tends to forget Magatsu's humble origins; such things aren't important with Itto-ryu. "What if?" he quips with a frown.
"Nothing." Magatsu walks over, silently padding across the tatami with a determination Anotsu can't place. Kneeling behind Anotsu, he slips warm, calloused hands into Anotsu's kosode and slides it off his shoulders. "Rin was right," he mouths along the scarred back. "Fucking bushi. Holding life too cheaply."
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