Chapter 13:
Behind the Veil
A little while later…
One lap, two laps, four, five. It was a small warm up.
Three laps more, four, six, seven. Jogging clearly, a rhythm shared between lungs and legs.
Five laps, six, eight, nine. And then the tenth one came and went, sweat already coating her entire body, glistening under the fair showing of a full moon that had began to dwindle with a small shadow in a corner.
"…And where is he?" she fumes, the extra impulse from the exercise sending her to the taps.
Hitting the button to hard gains her a smack of water against her face, ruining her symmetrical fringe and almost making Mitsurugi take off with those blimps for cheeks. Yet even as she properly refreshes herself and tries, and fails, to fix her hair no one comes to the trackfield.
Lights begin to dim and shut off in the building, less and less silhouettes sliding on the distance. Slow steps she takes towards her bag, to the base, slowly like a turtle, and yet there is no sign of anyone coming as she goes back inside.
So you'd understand, very much purple is the fire of those eyes. "I cannot believe… To refuse a request to talk in private as well. I do not wish to begin assuming, however this is… this is… Shirogane?" she asks the air, suddenly clinging to a window.
The few lights outside, near the gate, indicate that indeed Shirogane was there, showing a paper to the guard staff. A moment of idle talk ensues before he is allowed out of the base.
"Where is he going at this late an hour? Is this a special mission? Well, I do have my first permit I never used yet… Ugh, do I take after him? No, he is already leaving and… I could wait by the gate, yes… Mmgh! No! What am I saying?" she nods, immediately rushing off while messing with her bag.
Clearing the distance to the exit has her requesting passage, showing the old permit to the guards. Small snickers and jabs are then sent her way, to non-existent success.
"How odd. Why would they assume I called Shirogane for any treasure? Furthermore, if there were any 'booty' in the ruins it would belong to its owner or descendants, or to the Empire if none were left. Also, should someone find any valuables, what is the point of calling to share them? All stories I read with Grandfather about pillagers and the like were always a chase for the booty… Sigh. I cannot comprehend some people, honestly," she quietly fumes as they open the gates, smiling and making odd sweeping gestures with their closed hands, aiming for the lips. "Why are they poking their inner cheek with their tongue? And why are they looking at all over me? They… wouldn't be saying my dental hygiene is lacking, are they?"
Shortly after and with no words from Meiya, the gate is opened and she hastily departs into the hill.
"And now they're whistling… 'Go get him'? What in blazes does that… I fear I might be missing a joke of some sort here. Perhaps, Shirogane will know what this is about. Another reason to find him. Wait, what if he had actually received a booty call? Is he looking for some sort of treasure in this area?!"
A rather gentle jogging turns into a sprint, heels burning slightly upon the exertion. Heart almost still upon the desertion of life down the hill, a visage where no warmth could ever stick to regardless of any sunshine.
Spotting a silhouette in the distance down the distant slope, Mitsurugi proceeds to try and dash downhill.
It goes wrong and she almost becomes a perfect copy of one certain famous hedgehog.
The quietness, however, aids her search. Even if a part of her wished to turn around, seeing all those puzzles never to be fixed, all the somethings collapsed to dust. The more she walks, the more she begins wondering where, if anywhere, were the owners of these ruins. Mitsurugi then reaches a somber conclusion as she follows distant sounds on streets littered with empty cars and houses.
The place was actually full of treasures never to be unearthed, if not for looters seeking material gain. How many emblems and phrases, how many pictures and customs, how many moments and songs had been forever lost in a sepia map leading nowhere.
At some point, the original motive for her walk became secondary as she admired the city she once dreamed of walking freely on.
Air undisturbed, as stagnant as the road.
Time goes on, and even if cruel it can also heal, but that which remains still can never be mended. It can only rot in the depths and be forgotten.
Here and now under the almost full moon, Mitsurugi remembered something she had forgotten aided by the long, never-ending gray corridor of the ruins. The small vantage point from a locked door, the waiting.
Shadows are, oh, so scary.
So scary in fact that, when she hears something close by, Mitsurugi almost yelps and slips off to the street. Hugging the walls, aware of breathing and gulping, she wades and waddles closer. Peeking from a corner in a crossroad, she spots a Gekishin fallen on a house in the distance. And another house, in better shape than most around, with someone standing there, or rather crouching by the doorside.
[Recommended Music: And Love You Shall Find, Final Fantasy XIV.]
"Hey, come back, come over,"
Soft as silk.
"Sing me a fossil's song,"
Crushed as the ruins around.
"and lull me to sleep with a strong, deep kiss,"
Crestfallen as the nearby TSF.
"Seal all the seasons you lived inside of me,"
And yet, it captivated all available moonlight, those eyes under the shade of his rebel hair.
"all the whiiile- blinding my eyes shut."
Those eyes seeking the stars, clawing at them.
"Hey, come back, come over,"
Those lips, curling, nibbled.
"Let's walk in this spiral road, until we both blur and become one again."
Those words, stretched, weary and ragged.
"Hold my hand, return into me right before it aaall breaks down. Scar me all over until our hearts overlap."
Those small wisps of light below his eyes, two smallest teardrops that fell so fast they might as well not even have been there.
"Wanna fly off the sea, one wing at a time? Won't you stay until summer ends- Huh? M-Meiya?!"
"O-Oh… Why, h-hello Shirogane. What a coincidence, running into you here…"
"That's not a- What are you doing here?!" he asks, stepping back harshly, throwing mad glances around so fast his neck stings a bit after the fact.
"I- Ahem… My apologies," she says, finally walking closer consciously, hands together as she bows slightly. "I had been waiting for you in the trackfield but you did not appear. As I was retiring to the barracks, I caught a glimpse of you leaving the base and… well, as you can see, curiosity got the best of me. Forgive me, there is no ill intent on my part."
"I see…" he says, taking a step back. And another.
"Wait, I am not here to argue with you! I honestly only wish to talk," she asks, nodding his way upwards, showered in moonlight.
"Sigh… Fine. Not like running away now is gonna do anything. So, what's up?" he asks, sitting on the small debris available. "Did something happen to your hair?"
"Hm? Why do you ask?"
"Your fringe is always tidy and nice, now it's kinda sloppy and all messy. Kinda like my hair."
"I-Is that so… Siiigh. Yes, I pressed the tap too strongly and this is the result of my folly," she says, slowly walking closer, a few fingertips roving the Gekishin.
"Huh… So if you want another duel, I'm gonna have to nope outta it."
"I would not request that this late into the night."
"And I meant forever. I rather like my limbs where they at right now."
"…Come on, I would not truly slice your arms off or any such thing. Do you truly think me such a brute?"
"Meiya, did you saw how you left the trackfield?"
"I-I know not what you speak of. And anyways, do not sidetrack me," she sighs, stepping closer, glancing to a side. "Is this someplace important to you?"
"…No, I just stopped here on a whim," he says, throwing a glance back, at the upper window of the house.
"Hmm. I see. Did you not know there is a small hill behind the base? It is certainly better than coming all the way here if you wanted a breather."
"I like it quiet," he nods, scratching his head.
"I see… By the by, what was the song you were singing about?" she asks, crouching too.
"I wasn't singing," he shrugs, edging away.
"I clearly heard you. You looked… in pain as you sang. What is it about?" she insists, sitting on the ground, by the door, right besides.
Sigh… She ain't gonna let this slide, huh. "…I think it's a song from a story I liked."
"…You think?"
"Yeah, I think."
"You cannot remember?"
"Can you recall everything you did in your childhood with perfect precision?"
"…No, sadly. Is it something important for you?"
"Yeah, you could say that…"
Looking up, up at the moon. Just as he had done that day, unable to sleep. Finishing Maniax Mode, unlocking the Skull Kaizer, rushing its campaign. Enduring the ensuing headache, the urge to vomit yesterday's breakfast.
"You think it's just another route, that it's just another awesome campaign. And then the fucking assholes of MofuMofu and Torerorero dare to put actual feels in a Valgern-On ending… Tango singing her goodbyes as she forces the main character out of the Kaizer to be destroyed by his own hand, right after you have to go against all of the old crew too, was a curve ball I wasn't expecting. Siiigh…"
"Is it something personal?" she whispers. "So this is the booty he was searching, a quiet place to reminisce."
"…No, it only makes me feel sad," he says, rubbing his neck slowly to drive away the tickle of cold hands.
"Is that so… Would that have anything to do with your swordplay?"
"No, no… Swords are not the only thing on my mind, Meiya."
"And yet your skill would say otherwise."
"…You're just salty you can't slice me in half on a daily basis."
"Wh- I am not! Shirogane, do you truly see such a brute in me?" she asks, leaning forward, shoulders almost bumping. And gaping upon the immediate nod.
"I mean, you constantly beat the living shit out of me in my first loops to raise your 'warrior spirit' or something. And every time I thought I made some progress you left my tatters whirling in the air," he sighs, hands behind his head as he leans back against the wall, gazing at the stars with a gentle smile while recalling.
"But even then, there has to be more to your finesse with a blade than what you've disclosed thus far. My prior offer still stands, if you must know. I'm willing to reciprocate, within my boundaries," she says, holding those eyes unblinking.
"Sigh… Every thing about you lately is swordplay this, swordplay that. If that's what you want to talk about, sorry but I don't have anything else to tell you," Takeru looks away, back to the stars.
"…Hmm, I see," she slowly stands, walking in front of him. Blocking the moon, replaced by the blaze for a gaze. "If you will continue to feign ignorance despite my attempts at parley, allow me to be direct then. Shirogane… Why do you possess a Minaru Kamui?"
"…W-What?"
"Oh, did I stutter? Apologies," she says, giving an honest nod, taking a step back but not lifting her eyes off his. "I asked, why do you possess a Minaru Kamui?"
And then, silence.
Enough for a sharp breath in, for a slow standing motion to take long enough for the wind to rustle close to them both.
Yet none of the usual Shirogane she had come to know remains in front. Rugged steel, bracing posture, narrow lips and eyes, the breaths more so.
"Quite the revealing reaction…"
"What are you talking about, Meiya?"
"Please, do not try and feign ignorance. Going by your expression, you must know the blade you possess holds said name, at the least."
"Just- How did- Did you enter my room?"
"…Yes, apologies," she says, wilting. "I could not contain my curiosity, I had gone to look for you during the emergency alarm and you were not in your room. But there I found a small steel case, and I could not restrain myself," she offers a bow.
It does not thaw the frozen gorgon in front of her. "…What are you aiming to do? Dig dirt on me?"
"What? No! That was not my intention at all! I only… I know not what the case and the card inside signify, frankly it is none of my business. However, the Minaru Kamui is another matter entirely," she asserts, taking a step closer. "I'm doing this for your own good, believe me."
"Yeah, you ransacked my room for my sake, sure."
"I did no such thing, please, let us not fall to animosity. What can you tell me of the blade? Who gave it to you?"
"…And what if I don't wanna answer?" he says, circling away, to the street.
She quickly blocks his way, now returning the friction to the rim. "Reacting in this manner is not wise. If you've no ill intentions, why deny an answer?"
"What is it to you? I got the blade from its previous owner. There, happy now?"
"Siiigh… Shirogane, we are squadmates. Although brief, our shared time has built some modicum of trust between us, I believe," she reasons, pacing slowly, cutting his way back to the base. "Be honest with your answer. Are you… a member of the Royal Guard?"
"…Huh?"
"Hm? What?"
"Me? Me of all people? The guy that can't Keigo at all and keeps calling everyone by their names? You think I am a Royal Guard?"
"It is certainly possible, your skills warrant much praise," she nods, immutable as the wind sways her hair up. "Only the members of the IRG are allowed to wield katanas in the Empire, after all."
"Wait, for real?"
"You… did not know this? Don't tell me you illegally entered the Minaru Kamui when you arrived here…"
"Does jumping through timelines to the middle of nowhere count as illegal? Because if so, everything I am is against the law… against the laws of physics, for sure, at least."
"Oh, by the Emperor," Mitsurugi facepalms, fingers clutching her face before firing a glare his way, stepping closer. "You brought a Minaru Kamui into the Empire and did not even declared your possession of it?! Do you even know the kind of tribulations this could cause you?!" she asks, palming the thighs of the fallen Gekishin.
"…But it's just a blade."
"Just a blade? Just a blade?!"
"I-I'm sorry, I know it's important but-"
"You've not an ounce of an idea of what you speak of! How could you not elucidate what would befall you? I swear, did your parents never taught you anything about the Regent Houses and our traditions?" she asks, arms folding tight as she stomps a bit.
Yet Takeru looks up, sighing and again clawing at the stars for a moment. "…I think my parents are dead by now."
"W-What… Wait, you think?"
"It's been so long already, hasn't it," yeah, by now my home must be integrating all of the disasters still lingering there. It would take a miracle for the improvised fission to have succeeded. The fact I didn't disappear is proof enough something went wrong…
"Shirogane. Shirogane!"
"O-Oh. Sorry, didn't meant to space out," he gives a small nod, edge distilled and gone. He still takes a step back, avoiding her eyes.
"You… You do not remember where your parents are?"
"Doesn't matter, does it?"
"…Actually, it very well might. Who gave you the sword? Was it an heirloom from them?" she asks, he shakes his head. "Then, who?"
"Sigh… What are you going to do even if I told you?"
"You do not realize the position you're in, do you? Shirogane, keeping the Minaru Kamui is a crime. Such blades are heirlooms of the nation, they are not meant for anybody to wield. And since you have it illegally, an investigation for its origins will be started if you do not return it."
"Are… Wait a fucking second! You're gonna snitch on me?!"
"What a coarse word… I just said the blades are a treasure of the Empire. No sane person would simply leave one of them unattended in your hands," she says, nodding with a gentle brush of a hand.
He instead hits the house's walls. "You're still gonna sell me out. The hell's your problem with me?"
"Please, let us not fall to animosity. I am only-"
"I won't hand it over."
"…Pardon?"
"I won't, threaten me as much as you want, Mitsurugi. The Minaru Kamui stays with me."
"…Shirogane," one step forward, knuckles crack, "I have been trying to be tactful, in deference of our relation as squadmates," a sigh through clenched teeth, a leg remains behind in bracing position, "but were you to refuse to hand over such a treasure, I will be left with little choice other than to report it to the authorities. And in your condition, that will certainly spell the end of your career as a soldier."
"W-What are you talking about? My… condition? What the hell you think you know about my condition?!" First Sensei, now Meiya… Who's next, Kasumi?!
"I checked your profiles. Your public profile is mostly blank, almost as if you had been exiled. Anything to share on this matter?" she asks, rolling pebbles away to get closer.
Inciting further steps back, until he collides with the door. "There was only some missing data… that's all, Sensei was already sending the papers to fix it."
"Hmm. So, I assume, then, that you're able to answer how you obtained the sword?" she asks, still, as cold as the gale, as pale as the moon.
Bracing in the shade, treading the wall, Takeru shivers a bit, cold hands poking his side. "…It was a present."
"A present?" she blinks once, twice, features tightening.
"Yes, someone gave it to me as a memento before I came to this base."
"Then, what was their name?"
"…You, you fucking idiot. It was yet another promise I broke between us. I failed to stop the explosion of the power plant, I didn't come back safely… but that doesn't mean I'm giving up on fulfilling my part." Inhaling hard, the wind tickles and washes Takeru with softness. With lavender, from the swaying hair. Softening the grudge, it all unties and loosens. "Doesn't matter. She's dead."
"She's… Oh. Wait, you had said someone had passed away due to your follies… Is this-"
"Believe it or not, it's the truth. That sword is not mine, it's our sword. And it's my way of honoring all I learned from her and could never repay. That's why, I won't part with it."
"Even if it could place you in court?"
"Think of it as my ticket home. The Minaru Kamui is something like that for me, a way back to how things were, to not forget my mistakes and stumble twice. Thanks for taking the time to warn me about this instead of suing me or snitching, but I won't part ways with it."
"…The Shogunate won't stay quiet. No one from the UN will go to your aid for such an affront."
"Let 'em come, then." Those militassholes already took enough from me, like hell I'll hand over my Meiya's sword to them.
"You… You must truly have cherished that woman much…" she says, soft, idling a hand on her hair to stop it from dancing to the wind's whims.
Taking one last breath of the perfume, Takeru nibbles on his lips as he throws himself softly to the wall. "Yeah."
"Regrettably, if you cannot clarify who she was, nor are willing to return the sword, you might be court marshaled," Mitsurugi says, looking down. Once she returns herself upright, she gives half a bow his way, staring. "Would you accept a suggestion I have to resolve this situation then?" she asks, waiting an answer.
"I'm all ears."
"I would like you to come with me to meet a unit of the Royal Guard that is stationed on this base. You must have met them already, I believe? We should hand the blade to them, I will do my best efforts to clear any suspicions they may have against you if you cooperate. No harm shall befall you, so long as you hand over the Minaru Kamui willingly."
"That… isn't a solution, it's literally what you said before. And if it's illegal for me to have the sword, telling the Guards will only make it worse. You think they'll let it slide with only a slap on the wrist?" No, I should get Sensei's advice here… Who am I kidding? She's gonna return the blade without a second thought if it's a nuisance to her. No, this is my fight. I can't rely on anyone else.
"You sound as if you didn't want to meet the Royal Guard… And I assure you, they shan't come after you. My… image is enough of a deterrent," Mitsurugi admits, hunching a bit, again edging closer. "What say you?"
"Meiya, I'm sorry, but no is no. Don't force my hand, please."
"…Are you implying you would 'silence' me?"
"No. But I won't betray her twice."
"Please, you don't know anything regarding-"
"You're the one who doesn't know anything."
"Beg your pardon?"
"You keep going back to your traditions, which are completely valid, but are ignoring what I'm telling you. This sword is what ties me home. It's a memento of my comrades, of my loved ones, of my… cowardice. From your eyes, this might be treason. But to me, this is all I've left of who I was. And I am not going to part ways with them, not until I can fulfill my promise."
"…I know not your motives, but if you feel so strongly, if this woman was so close to you, surely, giving me her name should be easy enough. You should be aware of the real meaning of the Minaru Kamui if you cherish it so, are you not?" she asks, sober.
"It's real meaning? Is this about how you give the handguard to someone to tell them that-"
"N-No! It's not about that! How can you know of that and not of what I'm asking you?" sudden embers raise in cheeks and eyes, she hastily steps back, almost tripping. "I swear… You're a most odd fellow, Shirogane."
"I just heard about that once, that's all. So, I don't know what's the hidden meaning of the blade. What's up with that?"
"…Someone gave that blade to you, or welcomed the idea of gifting it to you. Surely you can tell the significance?" Mitsurugi asks, nodding bright at the moon. Upon his silence in puzzle, she pinches her nose and steps closer. "Fine. What is the color of the hilt in the Minaru Kamui you own?"
"…Blue."
"Hmm, indeed. Surely that is clear enough?"
"…No?"
"Wh- I- You cannot be serious!"
"But I don't get it. You… seem to know a lot. Do you have one Minaru Kamui of your own?"
"H-Huh?! I, uh, what makes you think that, I wonder?"
"Siiigh… You're asking me if I know of this sword, if my form of swordplay is similar to yours. It seems you think I am tied to the IRG somehow, which, awful miss there, not gonna lie, and that's why you searched my room. Someone of your skill was clearly taught about the history of swordsmanship, and that's why you know about the Minaru Kamui, right?" he throws out, resting against the Gekishin.
"…And not because of the ties implicit through my face?" she asks below the wind, hunching slightly.
"Huh? What has that to… Oh my shit…"
"D-Don't tell me you just realized what I meant… Please, tell me it isn't so."
"W-Wait up, hold your horses! You mean, like, blue like, you know, the Regent Houses?!" he asks, glitching upon her immediate nod. "And just like yours… like the Regent you… Awawawawa…"
"Are you… imitating Tamase?"
"What the fuck?! I mean, the Minaru Kamui was an heirloom of Meiya's family back home, so it makes sense that'll be the same over here. But this is… The Minaru Kamui belongs to the Koubuin House, the Shogun's House…"
Slowly patting his shoulder, a soft nod she gives. "Please, be at ease. My offer still stands, Shirogane. I am not a member of the House of the Shogun. As I said, it is only a resemblance," she sighs, softly cradling her own waist. "You were correct, I do possess a Minaru Kamui myself but only because I am a servant of Her Highness. The heirloom is a sign of trust and nobility, it equals a Regent's blessing. Ours is also the one special design of the current House of the Shogun. Certainly, you can now see the danger it poses to cling to it?" she asks with a fair nod, breathing shuffling in as he steps backwards, continuously. "Wait, why are- Wait, I am merely a vassal of the nation, just like you. Do not fear me."
"I… I don't fear you, Meiya."
"Then, why are you stepping away? Have you seen a ghost?"
"He hasn't, but perhaps I have," a cold voice rasps.
"Wh- Tsukuyomi?! What are you doing here?!" Mitsurugi bounces back, almost standing besides Takeru now.
"Oh, I thought it was a fine night for a stroll, you see. And then I saw one certain young lady arguing with the guards by the gate… It seems my hunch was correct," she says, frowning at Takeru, "it would seem we found the jackpot, didn't we Shirogane Takeru?"
"And she's still using my full name… So she's still pissed at me. I cannot catch a break, dammit. Snake eyes, I can see you."
"Wait, what do you- Gaaasp!"
"Hm? Meiya-sama? Whatever is the matter?" Mana raises a hand towards the statue Mitsurugi had become, flinching a bit when the young lady whirs her head to and fro between her and Shirogane.
"I knew it! I knew that's what it was! You were waiting here all this time, weren't you?" she asks Takeru, arms folded and almost tackling him in the breach of space.
"W-What? No, I was literally just chilling."
"Hmph, do not think you can deceive me."
"Meiya-sama, forgive me, but I do not have the faintest idea of what you're speaking now…"
"Tsukuyomi, do not play dumb. You just said it yourself, you are here looking for a treasure. So it was you all along who gave Shirogane a booty call!"
"…What?" both Mana and Takeru say in unison, then look at each other.
Both whirl back, colliding into what's closest headfirst before rearing back into a draconian glare at the samurai, their faces flushing crimson.
"Meiya, what the fuck?!"
"Huh? Is something the matter?"
"Of course there is, young miss! I do not recall teaching you such vulgarities!"
"Well, I agree it is rather coarse, however, isn't that why you're here? Shirogane, did Tsukuyomi not made any such calls your way?"
"I-I mean, she is really beautiful and charming, I admit. But that's not- W-Wait, Tsukuyomi-san! You must chill, put that boulder down… M-Meiya, aiudame…" he pleads, hiding behind the blue.
"Why are you speaking in English now? And you did call her by name, as well. Tsukuyomi, what is- Agaaah!"
"Silence! Shut your damn mouth! What do you even think you're speaking about?!" Mana roars, pulling one ear far beyond natural elasticity, leaving it more like an elf's one.
"Ouch! B-But the guards at the gate said-"
"Do you think I would lower myself to such conduct?!"
"N-No! I know you wouldn't steal any valuables left behind but I just, well-"
"Wait, valuables?" Mana blinks quickly, letting go. "Meiya-sama, do you… even know what a, ahem, booty call entails?"
"Hm? Isn't it an invitation to claim treasure and gold? You know, like the stories Grandfather told me about pirates and the like."
"…I- But- You…"
"Oh my fucking God…" Takeru covers his face, takes a small distance, then headbutts the Gekishin with all his might. "Ugh, goddammit Meiya! If only you weren't so adorable when you're confused…"
"S-Shirogane, what are you doing?" Mitsurugi rushes to his side, drying her mouth at the bruise left in his forehead. "Why would you do such a thing? You could end with a concussion!"
"I really needed to get that image off my head, thank you very much."
"Hm? What image?"
"What you said, of me and-" he looks at Mana, flushes further, then gulps and looks down, idling a hand on the back of his head. "You know, the call."
"…So a booty call is not actually a notice to claim valuables?"
"No, you silly, of course not."
"Then, what is it about?"
"…Anyways, 1st Lt Tsukuyomi-"
"Wait, don't ignore me."
"-it seems we meet again."
"Indeed we do," Mana says, brushing her hair, enjoying the wind before stepping closer.
"So you did know each other. Was that due to a boo-"
"Meiya, shut the fuck up!"
"W-What? Could you kindly stop swearing? I have done nothing to earn such mistreatment!"
"…Meiya-sama," Mana pinches her nose, before petting the young lady's head, "this one was deserved. Please, do not ever repeat those words," she asks, gaining a groan and a half nod. Looking to a side, to the one resting on the Gekishin, Mana strolls up to Shirogane and sharply folds her arm. "And as for you, certainly you're not getting any funny ideas."
"Believe me, I don't wanna think about that. Let's just forget she ever said anything."
"What does that mean?" Mitsurugi asks, tilting her head, staring at both.
Takeru shrugs as Mana coughs, both of them trying to dispel what few roses remain in their faces. "That it feels kinda wrong, is all." Sure, Tsukuyomi-san is beautiful, yes, but she always felt more like a sister looking after the kids, to be honest. And I don't need lewd thoughts about one of my secretaries, thank you very much, Meiya. Neither do I need this Tsukuyomi-san to gift you the equivalent to that weird book about romance and sex ed.Now that would be a disaster. "So, 1st Lt, I don't suppose you're here just to take a walk."
"…No, I am not. But you are not the motive of my presence. Meiya-sama."
"Yes?"
"It seems you ignored my advice."
"Ah… Yes. Apologies."
"Your feet were rather busy during dinner tonight. Did you enjoy Shirogane's warmth besides you?" she asks, cold as she stares at both.
Takeru chokes on nothingness.
Meiya simply blinks a bit. "No, not particularly… I was attempting to gain his attention, I admit it."
"I see…" she says, walking, pacing in front of both, eyes always on him. "It would seem you both were in the middle of an argument. It must've been a dire subject for you to ignore my warning. What has this man done to earn your interest?"
Mitsurugi, rather than speaking, walks closer to Shirogane, nudging him a bit. Upon his silence, she wilts once more. "…If I speak, there will be no coming back for you."
"…Do whatever feels right for you." It literally doesn't matter. I'll just reset myself again if it comes down to it. I'm already used to rolling ones all the damn time.
"Siiigh… Tsukuyomi, during the last emergency alarm I allowed my curiosity to get the better of me. I entered Shirogane's room while he was gone. And there, I found he has a katana in his possession."
"I see… This man would not seem to possess any ties to the nobility, correct?"
"Yes. However, the blade I found was not any katana. It was a… a Minaru Kamui."
"…Pardon?" she asks, gaping as the gale finally penetrates the facade. "He has a- Shirogane, you own a Minaru Kamui?"
"Yeah."
"And you… are aware of the importance of this one item?" she steps closer, his sight does not budge as he nods.
"Actually, he did not," Mitsurugi interrupts, arms folded. "It took me a great deal of effort to deliver the precarious situation he's in."
"Yeah, just dunk on me, it's free anyways… So, you're gonna kill me, sue me, detain me?" he asks lifting his back off the steel, returning an equally rusted glare at the guard.
Who, unlike the other two had expected, remained as immutable as the sky. Simply staring as the moonlight showered on them, a vast green scanning his every pore while hers did not as much as twitch.
"Can you explain how you came to possess such an heirloom?"
"…No."
"Not even the name of who it belonged before you?"
"No."
"You do realize what this blade symbolizes, do you?"
"Yes, it's the sword that belongs to the House of… H-Her Highness, correct?"
"Then, what reason have you to cling to such a treasure? It very well could end with you court marshaled."
"Meiya already tried to warn me, don't waste your breath. The sword is a window back home, the last memento I have. Sorry, but you're gonna have to pry it from my cold, dead hands, 1st Lt," he says, meeting the glare.
"Shirogane," Mitsurugi elbows him softly. "1st Lt Tsukuyomi, please do not listen to him. The repercussions this could have are-"
"Silence."
"Eh?"
"Meiya-sama, you've done your part. Now let me play mine," she softly says, waving down a negative, tightening her gloves as she looks back at Takeru. "So you will choose death over freedom? What compels such a choice?" Twice at that, too.
"Siiigh… I literally just said the sword is all I've left to remember my old comrades. It's the symbol of the oath I made… before coming here."
"Would you share it with us?"
"…Why?"
"Well, it is interesting, that a fellow Japanese would refuse so adamantly to release this type of item," she reasons, Mitsurugi relents a nod as she stares his way, unblinking.
Shaking his head, Takeru again looks up, to the stars. "For me to despair after I'm dead. To keep moving forward no matter what. Because if the future is crying, it's up to me to make it smile," he declares, echoing in the void of the ruins, as he looks back at the house.
"…That's quite the odd phrase," Mitsurugi notes.
"You will make the future smile?" Mana asks, lips shrugging, drying over and over. Yet no draconian spell, no embers could break the dry ice rampart he forwards. "Did the previous owner asked such out of you?"
"No, that's my own resolution. It's a reminder to not push my burdens onto others, to make the most of everything I have. Even a coward can do that little…" he whispers, looking again to the skies, missing the slight flinch in the guard's veneer.
"Sigh. Shirogane, within the warrior, dread must not make nest," Mitsurugi repines, facepalming then idling a hand on loose threads on her fringe. "You truly should be more steadfast in your resolve, if its symbol is one of our Empire's blue blades."
"I mean, you think what you want, but I'm still here thanks to all the help others gave me. If not for their support, I wouldn't be standing as I am now. Even if it gets harder to recall, I simply want to return the kindness. That's why," he kicks a rock, launching it off the street, "I won't run away from my problems again."
"I do not intend to criticize," Mitsurugi sighs, pacing, "however, for us warriors such words are unnecessary. It is noble of you to wish to return the favor, but only when embracing the inevitability of Death can you truly be free of all shackles."
"…That fucking sucks. Your life does matter, regardless of whatever your codes say," he protests.
"And dismissing the olden wisdom shall only narrow your vision. War never changes, Shirogane, even if the road we must follow is of our own making. You should hoist your scars with pride, not allow regret to infest you."
"And I think you need a hug. I am not proud of my failures, there's no honor nor glory to be found in such things," he spits, kicking at the steel while tasting salt. "Go and tell those pretty words to the people living after Babylon, see what they think."
"Yet failure is the only road to success. And to cloud yourself with self-deriding thoughts is the worst affront you could do against your tutors," Mitsurugi insists, blazing a bit.
"Siiigh… We're not going to see eye to eye, are we?" he shrugs, slumping against the Gekishin, closing his eyes. "Whatever. I'm still not handing over the sword."
"Wh- Shirogane, please, listen to reason! If you-"
"Meiya-sama," Mana raises a hand, blocking the young lady and shaking her head, slowly. "May I ask what do you plan to do with the Minaru Kamui, Shirogane?"
"Eh, the same I've been doing. Train at night every now and then." And hug it as I sleep, he finishes, with a brief glance towards Meiya.
"And what else?"
"Nothing, that's it."
"You… will not attempt to use its royal perks to your advantage?"
"Me and you Royal Guards don't exactly mix well, 1st Lt, I'm sure you can tell," he chuckles, giving pats to the steel.
Mitsurugi is again stopped by the gloved, tight hand. Yet in the same monotony of the sky Mana's expression remains, she then takes a few steps back. "Regrettable. Your attitude would make me feed you natto for a month were you under my care, but I shall praise your grit, Shirogane. Such poise must have been nurtured by apt tutors; I'm certain that if they'd saw you they would be proud."
"…I don't agree." Inhaling slow, he steps forward, closer, closer to the house's door. "So should I expect you to sue me or something?"
"…No."
"What?"
"Tsukuyomi, surely you jest?" she asks, Mitsurugi tilts more than Takeru in front of the honest, immediate nod.
And the small smile Mana forwards, glimmering like the stars above. "Tis not due to greed or pride, it is clear this young man has his heart in the correct place, his manners notwithstanding. Few are the recruits that respect their tutors as he does. Certainly, their feelings towards him must be equal, or greater even, to have bestowed such a precious item to him. I believe… they'd rejoice to see Shirogane safeguarding it thus," she nods, small but firm, offering a hand which causes Takeru to brace backwards. "Please, there is no reason to doubt me. I shall not act against you, Shirogane."
"…Really?"
"Yes," she says, and smiles wider when he returns the handshake. "I do advise you to keep the blade hidden; Tell no soul about it. Meiya-sama, the same goes for you," both nod quickly, he steps back and clenches the hand, still lingering of odd warmth. Mana folds her arms behind her back, nodding his way. "For the moment, I shall trust in your words, Shirogane. However, as you should know, the Minaru Kamui is the blade of the Koubuin House. Your own feelings aside, to hold it equals to be a servant of the Shogun."
"…So I won't really keep it, huh."
"I never said such," she smiles, pacing away, toying with her hair. "It is a delicate matter, and I would like to approach this in the most respectful way possible for the prior owner, who was certainly a fellow of mine. I've business away from this base, won't be returning until after you complete the CCSE, most likely. Do expect me to come back with news regarding this matter, Shirogane."
"Tsukuyomi, wait," Mitsurugi steps forward, bowing slightly, "we shall be away from the base. There is the possibility that someone finds the blade while we're away. Even more, people are bound to inquire into this little walk outside."
"Understandable, yes. However, if the sword is truly so precious, certainly Shirogane will find a way to keep it safe?" she asks, sideglancing him.
"Sigh… I will have to, now that I know people will just barge into my room."
"I will not do so twice, be assured," Mitsurugi immediately retorts. "However, don't you see this is an invaluable opportunity for you, Shirogane?"
"…About what?"
"Tsukuyomi is willing to vouch for you, rather than immediately take the blade away. Considering your style-" she starts, Mana lightly clears her throat, causing Mitsurugi to compact posture and wordings, walking closer to the Gekishin, to him, "you could perhaps be granted the chance to officially take on the Minaru Kamui."
"Eh… Not interested."
"…What? B-But someone of your skill could very easily be inducted into the IRG, and will surely raise through the ranks here in the UN with-"
"Don't care about badges or a position. I am here to end the war, and regain my peace. I honestly don't think I'm a good fit for such objectives." Plus, I owe the Valkyries from last loop and I already fucked up here. No way I'm leaving to make bank.
"However- Someone of your style, with your talents, it could-"
"Meiya-sama," Mana shakes her head, still and immovable under the pleading gaze. "He has expressed himself, it is his choice. Regardless of the motive behind the gift of the blade, you shouldn't meddle in his decision."
"But he could be an equal, he already is. A fellow in training for Her Highness, handpicked as well. Yet ignorant he remains of his own knowledge, of his own tutors' efforts. After all Tsukuyomi has said, he'd show no honor to the boon, despite knowing the handguard tradition?" she groans, again throwing herself to a wall. "Made aware of it all, you would refuse this bestowal? What would that woman think of your actions?"
"Woman?"
"Yes, Tsukuyomi, Shirogane said someone of the sort gave him the sword. And… he knows of the handguard tradition as well," she says, again fiddling with her ruined fringe.
"Is that… so. Anything you would wish to say on this matter, Shirogane?" Mana asks, stepping closer, staring slow.
Slower is the shrug as he repeatedly headbutts the Gekishin with the back of his head, looking back at the stars. "No. It doesn't matter, really. She's… not in this world."
"But you recall who gifted the blade to you?"
"…I won't tell you, even if you insist. It was a present, nothing more."
Mana clears her throat, tapping her chin for a moment. "It is not solely the handguard that was bequeathed onto your hands. Surely, you would understand the wishes of who gifted the Minaru Kamui to you?" she asks, leaning onto the steel to stare into his eyes. Mitsurugi pales slightly upon the words.
"Is there another hidden meaning here or?" he asks.
"No, I only stated the obvious," Mana says, nodding.
He simply hits at the Gekishin again, looking up. "Whatever, my answer doesn't change. So… that's it?"
Mana nods, folding both arms behind her back. "Yes, that is all. Regrettably."
"Tsukuyomi, are you certain this is wise? I do think Shirogane cherishes his Minaru Kamui, however-"
"Meiya-sama, would you be trying to sway me with your position?"
"I am only asking if this is truly wise, other ill-natured fellows may try and use this to Shirogane's detriment, to say nothing on what this could do in the wrong hands."
"Then, I will have you stand down, young lady," Mana says, moving to closer to the Gekishin, patting the tailend of the steel, gazing back at Shirogane. "My orders when it comes to dealing with… the likes of him are of an order of magnitude beyond yours. This is a matter she and only she can decide on. Certainly, you will not raise objections?" she asks, glaring. Mitsurugi sighs and quickly shakes a nod, walking back closer to the house.
"Wait, what? I mean, I get that if the sword is as important as it seems it is really dangerous to leave it lying around but… for those words, for someone who can order Tsukuyomi-san beyond Meiya, that has to be… Yuuhi. She's… going to bring this up to Her Highness, of course. I can only hope Yuuhi doesn't ask for my head. I… Yeah, against the Shogun there's little to be done, huh."
"In any case, you two," Mana coughs, moving to the street, straightening her posture and staring until both get closer. "Do not let this argument sow discord among you. Meiya-sama, your actions against Shirogane's privacy are quite shameful. I expect you to actively mend this error of yours," she scalds, the young lady relents a deep bow. "Shirogane, I would advise you to not grow adusted with such ease. You seem capable enough, dominate your temper and you shall become a fine soldier, I believe."
"…Thanks?"
She narrows her eyes, just a bit. "Ahem… And finally, there is no need for you to keep clashing as you did this morning. As fellows, you should be lending your strengths to the other, working as one. I rather come back to see you victorious over the CCSE, if at all possible."
"Ye-Yes, 1st Lt!" Mitsurugi salutes sharply, at attention.
Takeru, however, simply returns a nod. "Don't worry, we're going to clear the test."
"Hmm… You seem rather sure of your talents," Mana comments, simply observing. "I advise you to raise your guard, Shirogane. You never know when you can meet someone more awesome than yourself."
Mitsurugi tilts her head a bit. "Wait, why such an odd word?"
He simply shrugs, messing with his hair. "We ain't going down, come what may. You better prepare some presents for when we come back, even."
"Shirogane," Mitsurugi elbows him softly, bowing to Mana, "your jesting does not belong in front of an Imperial Guard. Apologize, or else."
"Meiya-sama, let us not," she waves a negative, the hand softly resting onto her chin while watching Shirogane, unblinking. "I shall take your word then, Shirogane. In any case, we should be returning to base. Meiya-sama, take the lead if you could."
"Huh? Why me?"
"If you two are seen together, rumors will brew. Space your return, it is for the best."
"I see… Will the rumors be about some sort of booty-"
"Meiya-sama!"
"F-Fine! Mmgh… However, well…" she gazes at Takeru, lips and fingers going inwards, before feeling the cold poke of a finger. Mana then points to the base, giving her lower back a slight push. "Sigh… Until tomorrow, Shirogane."
"Yeah, later," he waves, sighing.
As Mitsurugi leaves, he again sits on the rubble by the door. Looking at the stars, at the moon, the cold gale that runs circles around his arms and legs. Those emerald eyes do the same.
"…You're not leaving?" he asks.
"In due time, I will. May I ask why did you come to this place, Shirogane?" Mana asks, observing both him and the house.
"…No reason," he looks up, scratching the back of his head. "Just felt like a nice place to pass the time and look at the stars."
"Hmm. You had said that you were from this area before, correct? Does this neighborhood spark anything?" she asks, taking a step closer.
Gazing at her, into her eyes, for a few sustained seconds has him sighing, smiling a bit. "…Maybe, who knows."
"…Would you truly not be willing to tell me the name, or at least the rank of the fellow who gifted you the blade?" he shakes a no. "Sigh… Your status as a 'dead man' will certainly make your case harder to defend, and questions are bound to come up. I advise you to search for your profile, and present what you can to prove your identity. There may still be people alive who knew you, that… could be waiting for news of your return."
"Yeah, I guess. Thanks for the tip." Not like it matters, this world's me died defending Sumika from BETA. Ain't no way I can actually walk away with coming back to life after being MIA during the Invasion.
"…In any case, we shall be seeing each other. Best of luck in your trials, and with your own oath. I'd suggest meditation before departing for the CCSE. Meiya-sama will certainly aid you if you ask."
"Thanks but there's no monk that can cure my nightmares."
"P-Pardon?"
"It's, you know, complicated. I don't know, just… there's so much I have to do, and yet I'll basically have to part ways with the sword… Heheh… Heheha."
"What is so funny?"
"Nothing, really. Just laughing at myself." No way Meiya won't grow suspicious of me, and if the IRG comes asking for my identity I'm toast. I should be worried about how all that will impact my partnership with Sensei now that she's doubting me, and yet losing the Minaru Kamui scares me more. A coward to the very end, huh…
"…May I ask why you cling to the sword so?"
Looking up, at the dwindling moon and the colder one in front has him sigh, long. "Perhaps the human heart is a mystery to me now. But in my hometown, the flowers yet smell of the years gone by."
"…Excuse me?"
"Just as I said. I'm gonna miss the perfume more than anything else… Siiigh."
"I… see. Ahem… Would there be anything else you wish to platicate about?"
"No, just, sorry for the trouble and all," he says, giving a lazy salute. "And don't worry, we're passing the CCSE, for real. Won't hold anything against Me- Mitsurugi."
"Hmm. That's comforting to hear. Do not begrudge Meiya-sama for her actions, she truly was only upholding her own code."
"Come on, chill out. I get it already. Funnily enough, the worst thing wasn't her finding the sword but bringing up that shit about booty calls. Where the hell did she learn that, anyways?" he complains, puffing cheeks when walking and resting onto the house.
Mana nods, coughing the small delay of breaths away. "Indeed, yes. She can be rather oblivious at times. You… do not seem upset at this turn of events, Shirogane."
"…That's how Meiya is in the end, I know she didn't do anything with malice. Oh, sorry, I didn't mean any disrespect with-"
"It is alright, she has allowed it. Would you favor returning first to the base?"
"…No, I wanna enjoy some silence. Also, Meiya might think something's wrong if you take too long."
"Hm? Such as?"
"Well, I'm sure you know how curious she gets. Don't blame me if she comes asking you about booty calls later, 'cuz I ain't telling her anything about that."
"I- You- Pah! W-Why would we ever do such a thing? Makes no sense, preposterous!" she flares crimson, stepping forward in threat.
Yet finds the moonlight bounced back at her. "Haha, yeah, I know, right? She can be so silly. And also stubborn, so I expect her to probe for answers later anyways."
Such a gentle sight, as soft as the night breeze alight by the moon. So small, those sparkling eyes seeking the eyes, nocturnal fireflies dancing along stardust. The open shrug, relaxed upon the somber remains of the household, continues along small chuckles in a choir while admiring the sky.
The moon, up above, shone calmly as one of its side was embraced by the shade in soothing company over the night. The one below, to some degree, mirrors that state as her otherwise stoic features relax to mimic those in front. Allowing a faint, small smile while her fingertips brush at her neck. So long a time had it been perhaps she had forgotten the simple but soothing beauty of a resting near the shade of a blossom.
Closing her eyes as she nods allows Mana to sniff the air, detect a sliver of vanilla in the air, upon which her features ease further and allow a sigh, another chuckle, this one louder and casting away stiffness. "…Yes, the truth you speak. She is rather obnoxious when curious. Thank you for understanding… Shirogane, and apologies for raising my voice."
He simply shrugs back, closing an eye. "Eh, it's cool. I bet it must be insulting for a noble like you, thinking of mingling with someone like me. This conversation never happened as far as I'm concerned."
"Perhaps it would be for the best, yes… Ahem. But to go as far as stating it as 'insulting' is a bit much," she asserts, nodding and stepping forward into the light, nose twitching soft and sniffing a bit before continuing. "Would you truly not consider taking formal possession of the Minaru Kamui? A commoner you may be, but your results thus far would show you hold much promise."
"…What, you think I'm a good fit for the IRG? Ha! Didn't knew you could crack such jokes, Tsukuyomi-san."
"I am not jesting, Shirogane," she firmly says, nodding, staring. "Meiya-sama would not have attempted to shield you from my queries had she not thought you worthy of much praise. Would you not wish to learn more of the blade, of its previous owner? I could… pull some strings to ease your situation, were you interested in an induction and willing to cooperate. Perhaps we could debate the matter at large some other time, you and I?"
"…I thought you didn't want to invite me to a booty call?" he asks, cracking half a smile.
"Wh- I- That is not what I'm doing!"
"You're literally trying to recruit me, though?" Takeru softly asks, juggling his brows up and down a few times.
"I'm only attempting to parley, is all. Do not get any ideas, you hear me?" she warns, wringing her hands in front of the slow, unconcerned nod he offers. Yet it all leaves along a sigh, behind only a gentle shiver down her back. "Ahem…If you claim to be a legitimate owner of the blade then that equals you're a fellow of mine, your standing aside," she coughs, flattening her dress, blinks delaying to stare. "When I return, it is possible such a proposition will be made to you. To relinquish the Minaru Kamui or to join in service would you wish to keep it. I advice you to ponder this matter."
"…Heh, you think anyone would want me joining the Guard? Someone like me?" Not even the girls want me around this time. Even Sensei is starting to doubt me…
Yet as calm as the wind Mana remains, save for her eyes. Both belatedly descend, closing. "I believe whoever gifted you the blade would rejoice to see you joining the Imperial Guard. Their fellows, too, would gladly welcome you with open arms. Perhaps some would… even offer you one of such calls."
"…Wait, are those three still stalking me during their watch?" he asks, bolting backwards into the wall.
"Huh? Oh, well, yes, they do monitor Meiya-sama's activities, but they are not stalking you in particular. Worry not, I do not see you as an enemy, Shirogane."
"No, I mean, I got the feeling someone was watching me during training lately… And every time that happens, the Instructor tells me to close my jacket once I'm done. You know, how Tomoe asked me when we talked before."
"I see…" Had she introduced herself to him then? No, I don't think they said their names when- Wait, then how does he- Could you be- "Ahem… Please, ignore them. They are more zealous than most other Royal Guards. I assume, they are not yet accustomed to seeing men showing off much skin."
"Isn't that why the suits are how they are, though?"
"Well, yes, but my unit has been acting on its own for a long time. If their attitude in the trackfield wasn't an indication, they are still green in some aspects. I suppose, seeing your… honed physique is a rather… charming temptation to them…" Was he in such good shape when we spoke before? The tanktop is… more stretched than back then. I can see the marked lines of his six-pack through the fabric even…
"U-Um, Tsukuyomi-san?"
"Yes?"
"My eyes are up here."
"Huh? O-Oh! Apologies, I did not meant to ogle… Ahem. Do not misunderstand, it's simply… odd, to see such a marked build on one of our fellows."
"…For real?" I never really thought me a macho or a bodybuilder, though?
"Sigh… Do you not know? The quality of our available consumables are in a steady decline, and it has been proven that synth food does not compare with natural nutrients. The taste of the food here cannot compare to the one you had in your prior location, is it?"
"Ah, yes, of course…"
"That is why, developing Eishi have a tall ordeal in their hands should they rely solely on synth food. It is much the same as overrelying on supplements for muscular buildup, once you stop all the mass gained begins to dwindle fast. That is why, to be met with such carefully crafted a physique is- Oh, apologies," she says, taking a sharp step back and facing away, flushing red as her dress.
"It's fine. I knew the food situation was grave but not that bad," Takeru flushes a bit too, slowly buttoning up his jacket as he chuckles softly. "This feels like when I had to go back for the theories and she found me sneaking down to the kitchen…"
What soft giggle leaves, calm such as the moonlight falling upon him while he recalls those days. The gentle laughter only expands the homogeneity of red all over Mana as stares at him, rubbing an elbow for a moment. Not a moment did her eyes wander down or anywhere else, lost in those two fireflies basking in the moonlight. Simply there, calmly there, as relaxing as the evening. Perhaps, if not for the wind poking at her scalp when her hair takes off, she could have lost herself stargazing.
So Mana coughs, both arms behind her back to try and reinstate a marshal posture. "I see… In any case, do safeguard the blade until my return. We shall continue this conversation then. Do weigh your options on this matter."
"Wait, are you actually inviting me to the Royal Guard?" I thought she was simply gauging my reaction or something as bait.
"…I am only suggesting a course of action to you. Would you not wish to join the Imperial Guard, and make who handed you the blade proud?"
Lips purse, he shrugs as he looks up. Only oil and rust reaches his nose, through that the cracked concern marked in those azure eyes. Equally so in those same emerald ones, insisting to remain besides, sent away to the azure.
"Why are you going silent, Shirogane? Should your stated words be true, accepting my offer would be an honor to you, no?" she asks, half a step closer as she presses her lips and breaths together in stare.
Recalling the power plant incident, a similar insistence from the maids, Takeru can't help but to chuckle to himself as he throws himself to a wall, stargazing into those days.
Lost in those metallic hallways before the fission as he sways back and forth along the wind, he shakes his head when recalling those eyes who remained on him as he marched to a supposed death. "…If you want me so badly, you can just make me some pudding, you know?"
"Wh- I- W-What?!"
"Hm? Ah! S-Sorry, my bad! It was only a bad joke, spoke my thoughts without thinking. My apologies! Please don't take it offense at it, 1st Lieutenant," he says, quickly standing in attention and bowing.
Mana, however, remains in place, fingertips almost playing a calm raise in a piano on air. "You… Do you favor pudding, Shirogane?"
"I mean, kinda?" he admits, shoulders sagging as he sighs when going back up. "Again, my apologies, ma'am. I tend to speak out loud sometimes. I meant no disrespect, I assure you."
"No… No, it is alright. You've shown yourself to be honest thus far, and frankly, it is nothing to take offense at," she says, remaining staring at him while folding both arms behind her back. Tightening them. "So, back to what we were discussing… Would you truly not consider other options to your position?"
"I don't see any other, no… Why do you insist? What's the catch?"
"What do you mean?"
"Well, for a Shinpan like you to ask me to reconsider is weird… The Minaru Kamui is a treasure of the Empire, and you're considering leaving it in the hands of a random commoner? Even offering me an induction? There has to be some strings attached to it." It's a test of character, she wants me to step on the stick to abuse the power and privilege the sword would give me. Joke's on you, Tsukuyomi-san. I ain't worth your trust back home, I probably am not here either.
A brow twitches upon the chuckles at nothing, lips shrug as hard as her heart's strings when she steps forward. "There is no such strings in place, I am merely replying to your own virtue of safeguarding the blade thus far. I see a good fellow in you, and would wish to reward you for it. Has anyone spoken ill of the Imperial Guard to you, perchance?"
"…You do remember how you treated me in the trackfield, do you?"
"I… I am mending my attitude, considering my observations of your character proved my concerns moot. There are no strings attached, Shirogane. As I said, I… would welcome you taking on the Minaru Kamui should you choose to do so."
"…Wait, for real?" She looks kinda, you know, honest?
"…Huh?"
"Oh, sorry, I'm asking if you're serious."
And even those eccentric words are back in your lips… "Well, ahem, yes. Meiya-sama seems to think so too, so if you find yourself wanting to take on the role bestowed by the blade, you are not forbidden from doing so should you be willing to disclose how you came to own it and to share some talks at large with me at a latter date."
"I… don't really know what else I can tell you, honestly."
"Would you mind to try now? I'm all ears."
"It's late, ain't it. You said you were leaving, must be busy with stuff to do."
"The night is still young, why not enjoy this moonlight for a minute or two more?"
"Well, but you know, you said Meiya would attract rumors if she stayed too long. Same for us two, right?"
"Let the whispers be such. Again, feel free to speak openly with me for I am offering myself to you. M-My aid, I mean."
"…You won't believe me even if I do." Not even Sensei does now… "How… How bad would it be if I refused to hand over the blade?"
"…Do you even need to ask? You'd be court marshaled, perhaps even accused of treason to the Empire for the blade belongs to the House of the Shogun. Which is why I advise you to keep the Minaru Kamui a secret. We can later debate how to handle this tactfully. Perhaps there's some strings I can pull to aid you, as a show of gratitude for not exploiting the blade's influence and safeguarding it with such care. Which is why I advise you to ponder what will be offered to you, should you be recognized as a legitimate owner."
"Otherwise it's off to the gallows?"
"…You'd rather perish than releasing the sword?"
"Sigh… I see. Thank you for the honesty, 1st Lt Tsukuyomi," Takeru says somberly, saluting more so. "And apologies for everything today."
"Hmm. It is unnecessary. We are fellows. Do you not also wish we could work in unison, side by side?"
"That would be nice, I guess." Even if I can't see it happening. "Guess that's better than losing it right now…"
"I said there is a way for you to keep the blade," she insists, straightening her back.
"You… Were you serious about that?"
"If the prior owner saw you befitting of the honor, who am I to judge? Would you be opposed to receiving an induction, truly?"
"Sigh… I simply never thought about that, 1st Lt, ma'am."
"…You never seemed to care much about manners when around me, do not start now."
"A-Are you sure? Wouldn't it be unproper and-"
"Let us dispense with pointless palaver this late into the night. Considering what offer lays in your hand, I see no issue with allowing you to employ my surname, Shirogane. Not that you weren't calling me as such already."
"I mean, uh, why are you being this accommodating?" It's almost… It's not the same, but there is a slight softness to the eyes. She kinda looks like my world's Tsukuyomi-san, whenever she scolded me that is. Why would…
"I am a servant of the House of the Shogun," and you're my priority at the moment, she states, standing upright. "Handling such matters tactfully is my duty. Think nothing of it, Shirogane, for if your words were true then it equals we are fellows. Perhaps we could debate the matter while sharing some pudding, if you favor that dessert?" she suggests with a faint smile, a hand coursing through her emerald hair as it sways to the breeze, threads of moonshine bathing Mana in a gentle halo.
It leaves Takeru admiring the gentle overlay from another Mana he knew well. The inviting glint of those eyes, small verdant moons envying nothing to the one up above, sends the chill of the evening away. "I mean, I can't only roll ones all the time, right? Maybe she really thinks I'm- No. No, think it through. It's just parley, to try and make me lower my guard, a different test of character instead of clashing directly. Heh, of course, what an idiot I am, to almost fall for it," he scolds himself, messing with his hair. "Thank you kindly for your deference, I shall try and ready an answer by the time we next meet, Lieutenant," he honestly says, giving another bow. "Also, do not feel obligated to actually bring pudding or anything. It was a thought spoken in bad taste, nothing else. Forgive my irreverence, I tend to loosen my lips when it's this late."
"Hmm, I see… My offer was honest, however?"
"Please, there is no need for further tests. Apologies for the slight, 1st Lt Tsukuyomi," he insists, remaining in bowing position.
"But I wasn't-"
"And worry not, the Minaru Kamui will remain safe and sound until we meet again. Thank you for leaving such a treasure in my hands, and for not pressing charges immediately. The gesture is not lost on me, ma'am," he says, still unmoving from that apathetic gray, lost within clouds.
Causing Mana to tighten her gloves, nibble at an edge of her lips softly. "Sigh… I won't be able to pierce through his skull once he gets like this. But this is proof enough… even his distrust and reticence, his stubbornness and change in lexicon too," she concludes, coughing then. "No offense taken. As I said, your situation notwithstanding, you are a fellow. Do not act as a complete stranger, Shirogane, for you are not such," she says, nodding his way and dismissing the bow with a smile.
Yet in frozen poker he remains when raising. "Thank you for your words, Lieutenant. You are most kind," he says with half a bow, without looking in her direction.
It's as if the nightly cold thrust a fist through Mana's chest, then the hands raise to tickle at the base of her throat. She shakes her head, brushing her hair. "In any case, we shall be seeing each other once you return from the CCSE. Do look forward to the pudding, if you would."
"Siiigh… I won't say no if you're offering, but don't blame me if rumors start to brew about it. I mean, a Shinpan like you gifting me pudding will… look as if you're trying to court me, you know?"
"I- What- You- Us to- Such a thing would-," further tilting comes to Mana's lips, unable to meet his equally flushing features yet trying to, this time not fighting the gentle tickles that blooms roses all over her. "…Let whispers remain as that. If anything, perhaps an offering from you could be prepared?"
"Huh? Why?"
"To… disguise this gesture as an exchange of pleasantries during our talk of the blade? Yes, that would be appropriate, don't you think, Shirogane?"
"I mean… Kind of? I don't really have anything to offer, though. Literally don't own anything but what I have on me."
"Well, but could you perhaps… mirror my offering? Are you proficient at cooking?"
"Eh, not really. I'm decent, but not great or anything… I don't think you'd like my stuff." Sumika always made fun of me when we competed, since I never matched her. And mom too. Siiigh… And the rest never got to try some…
"…It is the thought that counts, I believe," Mana insists, nodding into the breeze. "For example, what can you make with confidence?"
…What is this talk even? Why am I debating cooking with this Tsukuyomi-san? Just what kind of interrogation technique is this one? "…Well, if it's sweet things, definitely apple pie or muffins. Or just cake. Oh, right, I was wanting to buy some cake before… Maybe making it myself would be better?" Yeah, it would link better with Sumika if I show her some memories of us cooking together, and it'll be more personal that way too.
"You were? May I ask why?" she asks.
"Oh, nothing. I talked about food with someone one day, and I kinda promised to gift them a cake when I could. Just that. I, uh, don't know if you're serious about this whole thing but, um…"
"Yes?"
"I guess… Would you want some cake, 1st Lieutenant?"
"…Yes, that would be delightful, Shirogane. We have an agreement, then?" she asks with a shiny smile rivaling the cheer of the stars, such jealous moonlight basking onto her to gain some attention too.
Takeru belatedly nods with a shrug, tense. Bracing like a puppy about the be bathed, trying not to sink into the pull of the two moons smiling charm his way. The slight expectation in those eyes, the small curl of his lips as he nods but faces away makes Mana chuckle again, nodding as she closes the distance further to raise her hand, hesitantly, before choosing to lightly hit an arm rather than rest on the shoulder.
"Do not be so tense, Shirogane. I shan't bite you. All I ask is for your honesty and for you to think well on what you'd wish to do with the blade. Someone such as yourself… perhaps would be best rewarded in the Imperial Guard, no?"
"Thanks for the words, but… I don't think my position will change much, ma'am."
Stubborn to the very end. Very much like you, Takeru. "I see. Well, there is nothing that cannot be debated over a cup of tea. Perhaps the sweets shall aid your decision. For the moment, I… should be going myself. Meiya-sama will raise questions, otherwise."
She then faces him frontally, basking one final time in that half-open blossom, collecting all gentle light into a tense smile. Frail and delicate, but welcoming. Much like a blossom, indeed. Beyond those firm muscles and bracing posture, that faint flower she had seen in the trackfield was still there, seeking even if only a faint thread of light hesitantly, and still flushing a bit when staring overlong into her sight. Such simple a visage, small and soft and calming along the slight scent of vanilla. Almost, how to say it…
"Adorable…" A cough later, Mana straightens her posture and takes the first steps back, nodding. "I'll be on my way, then. Fare you well, Shirogane."
And finding a gentle hand waving at her, a downcast smile sighing long, softly folding the petals for the night. "See you later, Tsukuyomi-san. Hope you don't come for my neck next time." Ah, who am I kidding? She was definitely messing with me to scout my reactions… Not like shutting off would do me any favors, though.
Standing still, a hand slowly opens before closing again, simply nodding back at the descending flower then marching away. Waiting until he is out of sight to undo the stoic posture from its very seams, fingers brushing her neck, her lips.
"I, too, hope it does not come to that. Let us pray that there is an answer to your predicament, and that it appears before others take notice of your presence, and the blade's. Well, if there is a way to lift his spirits, it is certainly through some pudding… Siiigh. How am I to explain this, however? I cannot even believe it… but you are alive and that's enough of a blessing. Alive… as well as calm, composed to the point of jesting at times, too."