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GENJI BANZAI
Things Hizamaru Has Shown His Anija After Learning (Upset Edition):
- the boutique clothes
- bubble bath
- aquarium
- the sunset and stars by the pool
- the fucking ahegao gun makes human noises but doesn't have a human form??? ANIJA?
- the arcade bc it's cool
- what chocobos and spiracorns look like from a book in the library from prompto's world
- the fucking heelys
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You mean... like your heart? [Sliding his hand around, he ghosts his fingers over the center of Higekiri's chest.] Prompto-san said... sometimes it hurts here because it's your heart. When you're sad.
It's strange... not being able to see the pain when it hurts.
[His head tilts to give Higekiri more room, more curve to trace. He smiles faintly, but seems a tad embarrassed.]
Mm. I enjoy seeing this place with you, elder brother. Even if it's strange and, at times, terrible. As long as you're here, it isn't so bad.
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[or at least, that's what higekiri thinks after watching so many of them. these souls that well and truly feel everything...
but he just smiles, letting his fingers follow the line of hizamaru's face, expression softening]
... ah. Um... The strongest of the Sudoku and I spoke recently... His brother is not here, he said—
And I do not know how I would be faring if I was in the same position. It's nice - to know that where I go, you will follow.
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I will always be right beside you, elder brother.
[Reaching up, he takes Higekiri's hand and curls it close to his chest in his own.] Whatever we feel, elder brother--if it's bad or painful, we'll divide, I'll share it with you; if it's wonderful and exciting, we'll double it. [He gives the hand a squeeze.]
Please remember I'm never far from you if you need me.
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but his hand goes with hizamaru's, smiling briefly before adjusting their fingers so he can interlace them instead, then bringing their joined hands up closer to his mouth so he can kiss the back of hizamaru's]
Mm... I think that sounds like something worth remembering.
[for once.
though speaking of finally sharing, finally remembering - something in the corner of the room crosses higekiri's eye as he tilts his head so that he's looking over hiza's shoulder]
... hm? [he moves to gently nudge hizamaru off of him] Is that... Mikazuki Munechika?
[not the man, no - but at the very least the sword appears to be neatly propped in a corner of their room]
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?!
Quickly, he jerks up and around to his stomach and arms, squinting.]
Mikazuki-sama?!
[But...? Frantically, he searches the room as if Mikazuki Chaos Moon Man Munechika is just going to void right out of the wall on top of them. There's nothing?]
Mikazuki-sama! Where's his body?! Did he not manifest appropriately?!
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anyway higekiri is just going to laugh a little bit because admittedly:]
Oh? That would be amusing. For a regal man such as himself to be trapped back in this form, unable to run about freely...
[RIP JIJI
but also higekiri's going to immediately get up to go collect him? who cares if you're naked when you're picking up a national treasure. yet when he picks up the sword - that sure is when the barrier goes up.
also you're one of the few people that's fuckin canon familiar so here's the link it's from 1:50:00 and then to like 1:56:12.
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It's going through the motions of pretending to be a man - but Higekiri's emotions remain light, gently amused, and gently admonishing as he toys with none other than one of the greatest swords in history. All throughout it, there is a gentle, consistent pulse of understanding.
A sense of - 'If it were me, I wonder if I would have done any differently.'
--
and that's it that's the memory]
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Elder brother?! [He starts, trying to get up as fast as Higekiri makes for the sword.] Be careful, we don't know if it's saf--!
[Though it's not that he knows what will happen so much as it's simply bizarre for Mikazuki Munechika to be carelessly lying about on the sex boat in their room with no rhyme or reason. (Much like real life minus the sex boat.) The barrier goes up, and he scrambles to grab his sword, but doesn't draw.
There's pieces he hadn't known fitting into place. The understanding melds from Higekiri's memories into him, and he thinks he also may get what it means, If it were me, I wonder if I would have done any differently. And he can't say he would have for certain, even if he he likes to think he would obey their master without err.
His vision returns with the feeling of his palm lightly rubbing the center of his chest, bewildered by the strange feeling inside of it.]
Mikazuki-sama... Elder brother, you...
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higekiri blinks as he recalls that - and then faces back to hizamaru without so much as a shred of guilt on his face]
Oh... right.
We had a very good conversation.
[IT WAS HIGEKIRI LARPING OUT JIJI'S FEELINGS]
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I hope you didn't offend Mikazuki-sama. [It didn't seem like it, though.] His feelings... You really did understand them, didn't you, elder brother?
When we thought... I know he should not tamper with history, but even so...
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[and yet higekiri gets unhappy when someone tries to ruffle him??? he and jiji truly kin,,
but regardless at the question, he's going to pause for a moment before offering up a smile]
... we allowed Yoshitsune to live, did we not? For him and Benkei to both travel to the north, to start life there and cast his old one behind... That is not history as most know it - and yet I do not think it was a mistake.
Moments like that... I think they are what myths are made of. And I do not mind the occasional, harmless myth.
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Do you think... the ones who seemed to have been here before us, if they are trying to make it a little happier for us, too...?
[But before he can even glance up for any answer, they're hit again gently from his side.
Higekiri remembers this feeling, no, this being. Cold all around, but not a harsh or angry cold. A respectable, elegant cold, like the cold of steel. Because that's what Higekiri is again, nothing except well-crafted, regal steel, a blade.
Inside, though, there is a spirit, burning fiercely. It's somewhat quiet, a timid one with a fortitude waiting to be rallied. A demure one that sometimes aches near the tip when the weather is bad.
And somewhere close by is another spirit, a familiar one to Higekiri. It's proud and beautiful, honored to be given as a gift after cutting the neck of a criminal so well. And there's a man, perhaps no more than one just out of boyhood with them both. It's good. How Higekiri feels is... satisfied, safe, as if this is belonging.
But the man is giving the other spirit away, and Higekiri can feel the uncertainty and the fear rise up inside. It's a very honorable thing, being gifted away to a new master. It should be. Yet a hint of protectiveness, of worry flutters all about the spirit inside Higekiri. The other spirit soon feels so far away, out of reach, so much colder, and then it is gone.
And Higekiri feels lonesome and unsure, a little lost. He wonders if he had done something wrong, if there was a better chance at saying goodbye. He wonders if there is somehow a way they will one day meet again.
He can't think of a name for it then since perhaps there hadn't been one. It whispers in his spirit now, however, Anija, Anija, very quietly.]
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and higekiri is will and truly bewildered. mikazuki's blade is no longer in his hand, instead leaving it empty. so very empty. he blinks a few times - wondering exactly how familiar this feeling is meant to be. he presses his fingers into his own palm, just to ensure that he still has the hands of this human body to move.
once he is sure that he does, he turns to hizamaru again, reaching for his hand.
the expression on his face is one of an almost dawning understands - like he never quite learned before. what it felt, from hizamaru's view.]
... what a wanting younger brother I have.
[to always be reaching for him
and yet - ]
It is your side that I wish to be beside as well.
[ - it is a familiar feeling]
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But he is still dutiful, and he reaches to take Higekiri’s hand, stepping close so they are chest to chest. He notches his head beside Higekiri’s, their cheeks and temples touching.]
I don’t feel whole when you aren’t nearby, elder brother. Like a piece of me is missing.
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[he can't really remember because it's hard to say how much he cares - but regardless he'll just accept this. he lets his arms loop around hiza's waist as he keeps him close, offering up a soft smile]
Though... you know you are complete even without me, don't you?