Whoo, back again! Higurashi Month 2019, because it has become one of my lowkey life goals to keep perpetuating this until it becomes a proper tradition for all three-and-a-half people in this graveyard of a fandom. And then keep doing it anyways, because tradition. If you wish to check out the prompt list, its on my tumblr page under the same username.
June 27th, 2019
Kasai Tatsuyoshi woke up at precisely six o'clock AM, regardless of the day.
His alarm would blare, and he would allow it to do so as he engaged in his first action of the day: to check that his room in Shion-san's apartment was untouched, the window barred and locked and his small Walther PPK still holstered around his calf.
Once both requirements had been met, he would silence the alarm and dress himself in the inconspicuous clothing required of a Sonozaki guard –usually a plain dark Western suit. It was not intricate enough to garner attention, but would also stand him in good stead if summoned by anyone official: it was a somber business suit, and thus, invisible to the right people and glaringly obvious to the others, those whose opinion of him and his young mistress was based on the judgment of their appearances.
Clothed, and with at least one other gun and small knife on his person, Kasai would begin his morning rounds. First, checking in on the young miss –Shion-san was typically sprawled all over her bed at this hour, fast asleep, her long green hair splayed everywhere around her face and occasionally hanging off the bed. Once he did a sweep of her room, checking under and behind the various items of furniture and peering inside her closet and behind the curtains for intruders –exerting his knowledge of stealth to the fullest to avoid waking Shion-san, of course– Kasai would silently pronounce himself satisfied, leaving the room as quietly as he had entered and making a sweep of the rest of the apartment.
Once he had firmly established that there had been no invaders of the course of the night, nor any persons of ill intent hiding in the apartment now, it was generally about 6.45 AM. Kasai would then make his way to the small kitchenette and behind cooking breakfast for himself and Shion-san, with some variations to the health-oriented meal depending on the day and what she planned to do for it. At or around 7.00, the young miss would wake to her own alarm, and she would slouch, drowsy-eyed, into the kitchen, yawning and listlessly accepting whatever he put on her plate, already laid out at the table. Typically, Kasai would have already eaten, but occasionally he would join her in the morning meal, while Shion-san methodically inhaled her food until some semblance of her usual lively energy drained back into her posture and sparkling teal eyes.
The schedule would deviate from there: on most weekdays, Kasai would then drive his young charge to the Hinamizawa branch school, listen to her chatter the whole way and offer advice or silence as needed, remind her to be careful upon arrival and their parting, and then drive back to the apartment, where, depending on the day, he would clean the apartment, or wash their clothes, or otherwise gainfully occupy himself with homely chores until he drove back to pick up the young miss after the club games.
If it was the weekend, perhaps Shion-san would require him to drive her to the store for groceries, or back to Hinamizawa proper for more games between her and her sister and their friends. Very rarely, it would be a call to attend at the main house, which he always scrupulously made sure to arrive early at.
More recently, Shion-san required long drives to the Irie Clinic, and if Kasai also made sure to accompany her all the way down to the hidden levels with one hand on his gun, well, it was only fair to remember that they had participated in a violent shootout on these premises before.
Shion-san would read to the unconscious Satoshi Hojo-san, and Kasai would then drive her home, or to whatever other destination she required.
Most days he was also her mode of transport to her work in Okinomiya, making sure to loom appropriately around the young hooligans who occasionally made it their business to harass Shion-san and the other waitresses.
Regardless, he would make and share dinner with Shion-san, with much more chattering on her part, and occasional grave comments on his. He would leave her to her own business –homework perhaps, or calls to her sister and friends– while he indulged in some private time of his own, perhaps practicing the assembly and cleaning of his small arsenal of handguns and other weapons, or reading a book, or rarely answering the call of Sonozaki duty and attending various other meetings or taking care of other businesses irrelevant to Shion-san.
His young charge would let him know when she planned to retire for the night, and he would make a round of the apartment once more, before accepting the safety of the premises and bidding her goodnight. He would then make another round as she bedded down, checking that the locks were secure, before retiring to his own room and undressing, setting the alarm for tomorrow and laying down to rest for another day as Shion Sonozaki's bodyguard.
AN: As I was writing this, I realized that bodyguarding...really doesn't involve that much. You sit, alertly, or you drive and safety-confirm places, but other than that...you just sit. For the whole day. Around your charge. And you can't like do anything to entertain yourself as you sit or stand for hours on end, because you're bodyguarding and you're supposed to be ready to judo-chop anybody jumping in through the window. I would never be a successful bodyguard. Mad respect for Kasai's patience and ability to detach.
8.29 AM, USA Central Time