-san (suffix): when one Kanji is paired with the Kanji for mountain ("yama") then the suffix becomes "san"... such as "Mt. Fuji" would not become "Fuji Yama" but would instead become "Fuji-san". But if it's just mountain by itself then it would be "yama".
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The bandit was groggy again the next morning. He was currently lying on the only bed in the room while the mage was fussing about, gathering things here and there, wrapping and packing. He sat there dumbly.
"Tasuki no da." The mage looked up and gently stuffed the rest of the blankets into a bag. "How are you feeling no da?"
The bandit watched him, still trying to wake himself up. "...huh?"
"You look dead no da." The solemn voice spoke quietly. He tossed the bandit his shirt. "It's dry now no da."
Yawn. "Thanks." He sighed.
"Everything is packed. Now then..." Chichiri sat down in front of the bandit. "Tell me what's wrong no da. What were you saying last night?"
"Eh? Wrong?"
"If you want to pretend like everything is all right then I won't stay no da." The mage sighed and stood up to leave.
"Oi... wait." Genrou got up and yawned. He stood up, despite the pains in his wounds protesting, and shoved the mage back onto the bed, carelessly. The poor man fell backwards, squealing a "daaa!!"
"Sorry 'bout that." He grinned, a fang poking out like his normal self. "Don't know my own strength."
"What was that for no da?" The mage pouted and sat up.
"Well... I..." He started. Now that he was feeling better, he all of a sudden didn't want to start to spill his every anxiety and emotion. After all, the glass was finally balanced on the table, there was no need to tip it over and cause a mess all over again... even if it is filled with acid. "I guess I'm feelin' better. I should get back before any of the guys worry about me."
Chichiri stared at him, his mask disappointed. "You should go quickly. It's going to pour again very soon no da."
Tasuki stood still, trying to get his emotions under control. "So ya plannin' ta leave then?"
"Nope! I'm planning to stay here a little while longer no da!" He chirped.
"Oh, well then I can't leave ya alone." The younger man sat next to him. "I'll stay with ya."
Chichiri's face twitched into a kind of laughter. He had originally been joking. But he seems eager to stay no da... I suppose I could spend time with my childhood friend... "So what have you been doing for the past three years no da?"
The bandit thought silently but with gestures. "I'm with the Leikaku-san Bandits! Heh, I'm a pretty fuckin' good one too! Me 'an my pal Kouji 'kin take on anyone!"
"So why are you beat up then no da?" The mage joked. "Who did you 'take care' of?"
The vibrant young man fell silent. He opened his mouth once, twice. No words escaped. The golden eyes were restless, darting everywhere as if Chichiri was trying to capture them. So the mage decided to wait it out; to see if the younger man would change the subject.
"It's kind of complicated." He began, rubbing the back of his neck sheepishly. "I kinda lost tha duel with 'im. It sorta decided who was gonna be leader..." The mage put a hand on his shoulder, the bandit gave him a warm smile and shook his head. "Iya. I lost fair and simple. Thanks fer stickin' next ta me..." Tasuki's face blushed a little, "... I kinda realized last night that' I shouldn't be so fuckin' pissed off at everyone, ya know? I mean, you an Kouji were just there ta cheer me up an here I am actin' like a kid..." He looked away and flushed deeply. "Do... ya understand?"
"Apology accepted no da." The fox face smiled and ruffled his hair. "So I'm not a gay pervert on your list anymore no da?"
The bandit bit his lip from guilt. "Sorry 'bout that..."
The mage laughed. "I was joking no da."
"I know but... ah nevermind. Anyway...!" He slammed the mage's back. "We should drink sometime! Da ha ha! Catch up on stuff!"
Chichiri sweatdropped. "Tasuki... you sound like a drunk old man..." -.-;
"And you sound like a liquor-deprived mage!" >: D
TBC... --;;;;;