At first blush, Taroutachi thought that his master was an oni. With wild hair, searing eyes, and a mouthful of sharp teeth, that tiny creature was one of the ferocious demons that his former masters used to slay. Beyond the appearance is a violent, excessive, indulgent, and abusive ogre. Or at least, that was the farce put up for most of the saniwa's waking hours. For Taroutachi, this human is a precious and lonely little child who loves too deeply.


Taroutachi and Hasebe don't speak as they head up the tower. The uchigatana only speaks, with his head bowed and eyes to the floor, when they've reached the saniwa's door.

"Shall I take your clothes for you?"

"No, it's alright."

The uchigatana bows fully, about to leave until Taroutachi stops him, "Do you even understand why our saniwa does this, Hasebe-dono?"

Hasebe pivots a step from the stairs, lilac eyes still guarded.

"That sage is a monster. We're not toys to be used for carnal pleasures, but that is exactly how that we're treated by that lazy, drunk, irresponsible, sadistic, abusive whore. I never thought I could hate someone more than Oda Nobunaga," he shakes his head, dark blonde hair catching the last light of the sun, "If I could die, I would."

"And run to Lord Nagamasa when you reach the underworld?"

Hasebe visibly tightens, struggling to put his torrential emotions into rational words. The oodachi turns away from Hasebe. He knocks and speaks the formalities before stepping into the room then shutting the door.

"How is he, Tarou-chan?"

"He hates you. Immensely."

The saniwa grunts, typing away at the desktop, an anachronical piece in the dimly-lit traditional room. Taroutachi removes his clothes and folds them. He grabs the futon blanket, wrapping it around himself and his master in a hug. The saniwa leans back into the sword's naked flesh, but has no other reaction.

"When you do kill him, he'll be so attached to Lord Nagamasa that he'll reincarnate with him."

"That's the whole point, my darling."

Taroutachi shifts and catches a glimpse of the computer screen. It's research on tsukumogami. He sighs, trailing little kisses as he exposes his master's shoulder.

"Jiroutachi will be here soon. Love me first?" He requests, trying to not sound desperate.

Taroutachi is suddenly pushed on the futon with teasing kisses all over his body, trailing lower and lower, until they hit their mark. They don't stop even when the doors open and close.

"I'll get jealous if you start with Taroutachi all the time, Master~" Jiroutachi pouts.

The saniwa comes up for a breathy dirty smirk, "Then you better hurry and catch up."

Taroutachi watches his saniwa drown in pleasure for the rest of the night, jealously praying that this is a sight Hasebe will never get to see.