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Yasusada

I'd rather be doing kendo

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[There are a lot of things he could say to that, really. He could insist that it isn't up to Kashuu to decide what he does and doesn't deserve--but he won't, because even he knows that's childish. He could point out that it's all up to Kashuu, whether he stays or leaves--but he won't do that either, because it sounds like too much of an accusation.

Whatever he does plan to say, it gets lost in the suddenly distant look on his face.

The rain outside is quiet, but not gentle enough to be reassuring. He can hear it as he lies awake, staring at the ceiling--he doesn't need to look to know that Kashuu's next to him.

"Seeing all the Awataguchis, I can't help but think it'd be nice if he came home soon. They've been waiting so long for their brother. Dwelling on it must be painful."

"But..."

"Hm?"

"Isn't caring for someone a happy thing? It might be painful now, but caring for Ichigo Hitofuri is also a happy thing. Because that means one day, it will all be turned into good memories.

...It was the same for me."

It's a surprising thing to hear, but even as he glances over, all he see is Kashuu burrowing under his blankets.

One blink, two, and then he's back in reality, with Kashuu's fingers combing through his hair and Kashuu's heartbeat still steady beneath his hand. It's always a little disorienting, coming out of one of those memories, but he's aware enough to realize one thing--even if it isn't great circumstances, he prefers this closeness to that distance.]

...Then I'll follow you. [He says finally, once he finds his voice again. He's still halfway caught up in the memory, though, a faraway look in his eyes.] I don't want to make you wait either. Even if it turns into happy memories eventually.

[Like those "Awataguchis", whoever they might be. Not important right now.]

[It's a look he's learning to recognize; that far-off stare, like the person he's talking to is seeing someone or something else. He's sure this is the same sort of look Baren had seen earlier, back when he'd dealt with one memory and then another, given no time to recover between the two.

The hand threading through Yamato's hair moves downward, and his fingertips brush over the highest point of his cheekbone and rest against the mark below his eye. He wants to ask, wants to say what did you see?, but since Yamato doesn't offer up anything on his own right away, he figures it can (or should, maybe) wait.

The last statement is what he focuses on instead, some mild confusion creasing his brow.]

Even if it turns into happy memories...? [That seems counterintuitive. How could waiting ever become something happy, unless the wait itself comes to an end? He doesn't really get it.

But he does, at least, understand some of the sentiment Yamato is trying to convey. Maybe it's that understanding that makes him say anything at all, or maybe it's still the lingering threads of fear that those memories have him tangled up in. Maybe he's too afraid to let a statement like that go unacknowledged. Maybe he's just afraid of being alone, hypocritical and awful as that is.]

...Then don't let go of my hand, okay?

[If Yamato is the anchor that he willingly holds, surely he can keep himself from drifting away again through the tempest of his own temper or the tides of an unkind fate.]

[It's a light touch, but it's enough to draw his attention back, eyes focusing in time to notice that little furrow of confusion. He's half-tempted to reach up, to smooth it out with his hands as if he could brush away all of Kashuu's troubles, but he doesn't want to move too much and disturb the fragile peace they've settled into. He hasn't forgotten that Kashuu's body must still be in pain, too, even if right now Yamato's more concerned about his heart.]

Mm. [It's just a sound, for now--and maybe it should feel weird, to watch Kashuu's face so intently like this, especially when they're so close together. But he can't bring himself to avert his gaze, and he definitely isn't about to pull away.] You said that to me once, apparently. [Since, despite everything, he's still not sure he believes that these are real memories... but he prefers that to future premonitions, especially now.] I'm not sure who we were talking about, but... you said that even if waiting for someone is painful, caring for them is still a happy thing.

[Which... isn't something he would've expected to hear, coming from Kashuu. But it's a valid point. Yamato still wouldn't call himself a gloomy guy, but there's no denying he can get caught up in sad, dark, or even morbid thoughts, far more than Kiyomitsu "ignore it until it goes away" Kashuu.

A request like that, though--he doesn't even have to think about it. He reaches up to take Kashuu's hand in both of his own, too firm to be wholly gentle. Lacing their fingers together, he rests his head against their clasped hands for a moment, then looks back up at Kashuu with a half-smile.]

You can't get rid of me that easily. [He's tempted to tease, to say "What if I took that literally, huh? You'd get sick of me in a day!", but in the end, he decides not to. It's too light in all the wrong ways.]

[His body is definitely still in pain, it's true... This is a brutal hangover made worse by the fact that he's an emotional wreck, and he's grateful for the softness of this conversation and the way he can hide his face at least a little, protecting his eyes from the rising early-morning sun and his ego from dealing with being seen like this.]

I said that? Hah... [It surprises him a little too, it seems. Well, he's never really been the one waiting... Not here, anyway. Not in his life. He can still recall the feeling of waiting from a memory that had visited him not too long ago, though; the one that prompted him to turn up on Yamato's doorstep and end their fight. Is the him they're remembering really the sort of person who can experience that and still call it a happy thing?

...He doesn't really know what to think about that.

So he doesn't. Not now, anyway. That's something to save for a time when his head is no longer screaming at him and his heart isn't so heavy. He focuses on the solidness of Yamato's fingers weaving between his own instead, and gives his hand a little squeeze. He doesn't smile in return, but there's a certain softness to his expression that indicates he's at least a little more at ease than he was minutes ago.]

I'm gonna rest in here instead of my room.

[Not a question - he's still a punk at heart.]

Mm.

[Just another sound, again, accompanied by a small nod. It's an affirmative to the question and the non-question both; Kashuu really did say that, yes, and he's welcome to stay as long as he likes.]

I'll be here.

[And he will. He'll stay exactly where he is until Kashuu drifts back off to sleep, and then a little longer, just in case. Eventually, he'll gently extract himself to answer Baren's texts, but once that conversation is over, he'll head right back. He'd promised not to let go, after all; and even if Kashuu isn't awake to notice, what's important is that he's still holding on.]

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