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[While His Highness is busy fussing over his appearance for ages and ages, Yamato's obliviously snoozing away, of course... mornings are the worst, Kashuu, he doesn't understand your dumb ass at all.

But he does have an exam today--a pretty important one, too, and he's been studying for it for days, so Kashuu's theory is perfectly reasonable. If only their lives were, too.

So when Yamato shuffles out of his room, hair thrown into a ponytail (as usual) and wearing whatever he sleepily grabbed out of the closet, it takes a second for Kashuu's question to register. He blinks sleepiy, rubbing his eyes--in fairness, he was up studying until pretty late in the night, so the question makes sense, even if it's abrupt.]

Hn? I guess so... he's that kind of teacher, you know. [A shrug... even though that doesn't explain anything?? But they have that #studentbond, so Kashuu'll probably get what he means anyway.]

[HE'S A CREATURE OF THE DAWN, stretching before the sun rises all for the sake of beauty...

Anyway, since they have that student bond, he doesn't bother asking for more details. He gets it. He gets it. He also pulls a mug out to make some tea for Yamato without asking first, since the punk's gonna need it.]

If you studied enough, you wouldn't need good luck charms, y'know.

[At which point, he dips his hand into his pocket to pull said charm out. The look on his face is definitely a "I'm being a shithead intentionally" look... HE KNOWS YAMATO STUDIES. Yamato probably studies more than he does, considering he only really puts effort into the classes directly related to his major.

He'll hold it out anyway, though, since he's not about to deprive his dingus roommate of his superstitious safety blanket.]

Here, here - don't forget to take it with you. And make sure you don't get murdered too bad today, okay? You still have to make dinner.

[Rude.]

[And Yamato's the weirdo, he says.

But at least his actions are kind, and Yamato shoots him a grateful look, because he definitely will need that tea. He hovers awkwardly for a second, looking between the table and the fridge and debating whether he wants to get food first, or sit down and stare into space while he wakes up first--

But then Kashuu's being a punk?? GOD. He rolls his eyes and opens his mouth, ready to shoot back a snarky retort because even sleep-deprived, he can still punk right back!! Except that before he can, Kashuu's holding out an actual good luck charm, and that's... not what he was expecting.

He blinks, staring at it, and whatever response he'd had dies off in the back of his throat. Sure, he buys omamori every year, but even for him it's usually more out of some sense of tradition than any real belief in their power. But looking at this charm, a strange feeling stirs in his chest--like déjà vu, only... he's never seen it before. He's certain of that.

Slowly, he reaches out to take it, barely registering Kashuu's words as he turns it over in his hand.]

Did you get this for me? [He has to ask, even if it doesn't sound like that's the case. But there's no way he bought it for himself and forgot about it--he might not have much faith in them, but that doesn't mean he's careless with these things, either.]

[By now, Kashuu would already be contemplating which pair of stylish shades he wants to wear to cover up his demonic redass eyes and pouring tea for both of them - but the way that Yamato reacts to the omamori is enough to give him pause, and that question? Even weirder.]

Huh? No... It was on the counter, so I figured you left it there.

[With it out of his hands, he steps back and pats at the spot he'd found it. Then he turns to start pouring the tea, because they're both really going to need it if the day's already starting off weird.]

[Would Yamato have even noticed Kashuu's red eyes if Kashuu hadn't run around screaming about them, that's the question... and the answer is irrelevant because there is no such universe, any unapproved change to his appearance warrants screaming, always.

He shakes his head, slowly sinking down into a chair and brushing his thumb over the gold lettering. 刀剣御守り? He'd only get something like this if he'd had some big test or event in kendo, not school.]

If you didn't get it, and I didn't get it... how did it get in here? [He'd wonder if it was meant for Kashuu, not him, but that's pretty unlikely given Kashuu's refusal to even think about the past.] Maybe Yato came in and left it for me? But no, we would've heard him...

[Also Yato shouldn't know he has a test, but Yato's also a nosy stalker around lots of people so it wouldn't be surprising if he did know.]

[Yeah Kashuu definitely probably woke up their entire side of the apartment complex with the kind of screaming that happened when he first discovered he'd apparently morphed into a demon in his sleep...

But he'll move over when Yamato sits down to place the mug down by his side. He hadn't actually gotten a look at the lettering before - just automatically assumed it had been for school, since what else could it have been for? This just makes it-- Well. No, it still seems like Yamato would own it, but it's definitely a little more bizarrely timed.]

I can't believe you just gave that guy the okay to come in whenever...

[SPEAKING OF, since there's no bad time to complain about Yato.

But more seriously--]

Maybe one of our friends left it here? Eh, but I don't really know anyone who carries around omamori. Especially not for fighting.

[Should've used better eye drops, Kashuu!!

And don't insult his friends wtf]

Why not? I'm not gonna make him sleep out in the rain if he doesn't have to. [Which, y'know, he probably doesn't have to very often, but still. Yamato is just that pure and kind--]

Besides, he's boring to fight if he doesn't have proper meals and rest. [--and that.]

I guess someone from kendo could've sent it, but if they didn't, wouldn't it have come in a package? I haven't really had anybody over lately. [Yato and Mikorin don't really count.]

[And why is Yamato this way. HE'LL INSULT HIS FRIENDS ALL DAY.]

Whatever. As long as he doesn't track in mud or keep saying stupid things or mess stuff up, I won't kick him out.

[But if he does any of those things, his ass is ouT IN THE RAIN and Yamato will be down one interesting sparring partner. BUT, back on the matter of their mystery omamori:]

Yeah, and it wasn't. It was just lying out there, not even in one of those little envelopes or anything. ...Are you sure you didn't get it and then just forget 'cause you studied too much or something?

Huh? What do you mean, stupid things?

[Says Yamato, who says things like "but what's wrong with wearing a cowboy hat and a trench coat outside in 2017".

WHATEVER, THOUGH. Yato aside, this is equal parts disturbing and thoughtful. He shakes his head, adamant, putting the charm down on the table and reaching for his cup.]

No, I'm sure of it. If I'd gotten one, I would've kept it on me all the time.

[Under his pillow. IN THE SHOWER.]

Everything he says? [Rude...] He insults me all the time, y'know! He's really rude!

[POT KETTLE ETC...

Clearly Kashuu isn't feeling quite as fussed about the charm as Yamato, in any case. Give him a while to get his tinfoil hat back on and he'll start to wonder if it's possible that, unlike the marked package Retrospec sent to him containing the single shell, they can also send unmarked things too.

But.

They'd still have to have a way to get it inside their apartment with neither of them noticing.

He'll pick up his own mug, getting up in Yamato's space to look at the omamori again.]

Well... You could probably use it anyway, yeah? For your classes or practices or whatever.

Ha? No way! He was really worried about you the other week, you know. He wanted to protect you from the mob.

[PROBABLY. That's how Yamato interpreted it, anyway. Because of course he did.

Anyway, moving right along...

It's situations like this where Yamato's superstitions kick in. He might not be fussed about some of the more overt oddities happening around them, but it's the little things like this that get under his skin the fastest.

He eyeballs the charm warily, but... Kashuu's right. Regardless of where it came from, it's still a good luck charm. For all he knows, his mother tucked it into his pocket last time he was home and it just fell out onto the table last night, or something. So he nods slowly, humming into his cup.]

I guess so... if it's here, I might as well. You don't want it?

What? That doesn't make any sense and he definitely wouldn't. Why drag the mob into this, anyway?

[WHY ARE THEY SUDDENLY AN ITALIAN SOAP.

But he just sighs, assuming it's Yamato being Yamato, and refocus on enjoying his tea. He'll look up to eye the charm once more before shaking his head, though.]

You could use something like that way more than me.

[Rude... But he means it in a non-rude way, for once.]

He would too.

[And just-- doesn't bother to explain about the mob part?! Okay yams.

It sounds rude, but Yamato knows better--and even if Kashuu had meant it that way, it's not like it's untrue. Kashuu has even less use for a sword protection charm than he does.]

Well, alright... I have practice later today, I'll ask them about it. [In case it was just... slipped into the pockets of everybody at the dojo or something.]

["No way", thinks Kashuu but doesn't say aloud because HE KNOWS HE'S RIGHT, YATO IS A BUTTHEAD, but he also doesn't want to try figuring out why Yamato dragged the mob into things or what's going on or why, so he just sips at his tea and lets that topic gently expire.]

Yeah, one of 'em may have put it in your bag or something and it just fell out...

[A little, sloping shrug. Then, after a brief second of consideration, he'll move to stand again.]

You have time to let me brush your hair out before you leave, yeah?

[It's a perfectly reasonable explanation, but Yamato doesn't look convinced. He doesn't argue, though--there's not really anything to be done for it, not when he won't have any further answers until he leaves for the day. Besides, he has more important things to focus on. Like, y'know. Exams.

...Ugh, exams.]

Mm. [It's not really an answer, just a noise mumbled into his cup, but Kashuu can probably tell that it's a "yes" anyway. It's not an everyday routine, but it's comforting nonetheless, something relaxing he can focus on before he slips right back into wandering around and chanting definitions.]

[WHAT A GOOBER...

But Kashuu will move with his cup to stand behind Yamato, plucking up the comb he always uses to combat that mess of a ponytail. He'll alternate between untangling the fluff and sipping at his drink and mostly be content to stay in companionable silence, hoping he can provide a little break before The Exams begin...

Once it's all smooth and he's tied it neatly back into place, he pats Yamato's head twice and pockets the comb again.]

There! Perfect. No way are you gonna fail now. [With his bizarre charm and good-lookin' hair... ANYWAY, over to the sink he goes, to rinse out his mug.]

I'm gonna be out late tonight, by the way, so don't wait up for me.

[LET HIM LIVE...

But Kashuu's probably the only one who can tame the pompom in the first place, and Yamato's accustomed to the procedure by now--when to stay still, when to turn his head, that kind of thing. It doesn't stop him from trying to look over his shoulder now and then, to make a comment or ask a question, but for the most part, he's pretty happy just to sit like this.]

I'll tie the charm to my ponytail. [IT SOUNDS LIKE SOMETHING HE WOULD DO but no, he's just joking, and he smiles as he tucks the charm into his pocket.] Thanks, Kiyomitsu. I'll see you later.

[Yamato doesn't wait up.

He suffers through his exam, and since he's not due at work until tomorrow, he's free to spend the day at the dojo--which is exactly what he does. No one has any answers about the mysterious charm, though the general consensus is that it's a fitting one for him. A few of his fellow students even ask him to pass it on, if he finds out where it came from; it is well-suited for kendo tournaments. The whole thing still leaves a strange feeling in his chest, not quite déjà vu, not quite superstition. But it's such a small thing, and it's easy enough to keep on his person, whether it actually brings him any luck or not.

With Kashuu out late, Yamato could really stay at the dojo as long as he wanted. He's there after the final lessons of the day most of the time anyway, training or sparring personally with the masters, or some old friends. "If you stop learning, then you've already lost," he remembers hearing, back when he'd been overly confident and exceedingly reckless. But he'd taken those words, and so many others from his beloved master, completely to heart. So by the time he decides to leave, the dojo is empty, the sky is dark, and his clothes are drenched in sweat.

He doesn't wait up, but he does throw a quick dinner together, something to leave in the fridge for whenever Kashuu comes home. He takes his time in the shower, taking advantage of the opportunity to use up all the hot water, and does his best to towel his hair dry without creating a tangled, fluffy monstrosity for Kashuu to attack in the morning. He leaves his bedroom door open wider than usual--just a habit, really, like he wants to make sure he'll hear Kashuu getting home even when he's asleep. He changes, crawls into bed, and falls asleep quickly, the odd charm sitting, forgotten, in his kendo bag.

He doesn't wait up. But in the end, it doesn't matter--before long, he's wide, wide awake.

Or at least, it feels like no time at all has passed. His room is still pitch black as he snaps back to consciousness, not that he can see it when his mind is still fixated on the dream. Dark shapes moving swiftly around him, the scent of blood so strong it nauseates him, pain exploding in his chest as he tumbles down the stairs--and the sound of Kashuu's voice, screaming his name.

Someone else is screaming, too. It takes Yamato in a minute to realize it's him.]

[Kashuu had gotten home late that night - late enough that the water is reheated again by the time he takes a shower, that he doesn't heat up the meal left for him because he doesn't want to run the microwave, that he pauses to pull Yamato's door in to its usual resting spot as if to say don't worry, I'm back in response to that unspoken searching. It's late and he's tired and he doesn't waste any time crawling into bed either, and while his dreams aren't free from a fresh onset of vivid hallucinations, they're much kinder to him than Yamato's are.

As evidenced by the fact that he, you know. Keeps on dreaming in relative peace once the memory is over. And Yamato wakes up and screams.

Kashuu's deep enough into REM sleep that even though he jolts into consciousness almost reflexively, immediately, he's still disoriented.]

Yasu—?

[But he still calls out without thinking, and his feet move without his command, carrying him up and away from his bed and to his door and as he's moving, he's becoming more alert. There's no way he could have forgotten to lock the front door, right? Had someone with a key lost it, and an unsavory person picked it up? Possible scenarios rush through his fuzzy mind as he practically slams around the corner, intending to push Yamato's door open and...

Do... something, if there's actually an attacker in there.

He hasn't thought very far ahead.]

Yasusada—!

[Likewise, Yamato's body has moved on its own, but with far less finesse than usual. He falls out of bed, but the light pain of impact is lost in the phantom aches his body still feels. Disoriented panic has him nearly toppling over as he scrambles backwards, back hitting the wall like the solidity will help. Like curling up in the corner could erase the image of that horrible, horrible glow.

By the time Kashuu bursts in, he's got his hands clamped over his ears, shaking his head vigorously--the dream is over, but the fear and desperation he'd felt has too strong of a hold on him, and he doesn't seem to notice that Kashuu's here. He doesn't seem to notice anything at all, actually, his eyes unfocused, the screams having faded to soft sounds of distress.]

[It's not like he's never seen Yamato have a nightmare before. It's not like he's never had his sleep interrupted in the night by screaming. But it's not exactly common, and he's never seen him this distressed, to the point that he looks more like an injured animal trying to keep the things hunting him at bay.

It's enough to startle him into inaction, very briefly. He pauses for just a breath where he stands, eyes wide and wondering just how he's supposed to handle this - but he doesn't have time to figure that out rationally. Yamato is clearly having a moment here, and he lets his body move itself right to his side, kneeling on the floor, reaching out.]

Yasu? Hey, can you hear me? C'mere, it's okay.

[Like someone who is handling an injured animal, he starts small. He starts with a little touch against his shoulder, a hand on his head, the same gentle petting motion that he saves for troubled times. He'll only pull himself closer if Yamato doesn't lash out, too concerned to push any sudden invisible boundaries.]

[If this had been a normal nightmare, there's no telling what his reaction to being touched might've been. Even after the years he's spent striving to emulate his old teacher, Yamato still lashes out on pure reflex sometimes, if he's startled too badly. Kashuu's wariness is justified--it's not unlikely that Yamato could seriously try to hurt him, albeit unintentionally.

This time, though, it seems to do the trick. Yamato jumps, but he lifts his head, blinking rapidly to try and clear the sight of shadows and blood from his mind.]

Kiyomitsu? [There's a fractured sort of hope in his voice, the tone of someone not expecting their wish to be fulfilled. It takes a second for it to sink in that Kashuu really is there, and slowly, his surroundings begin to fall back into place. His hands tremble as he lowers them, but he reaches out instead of recoiling, which is as good of a sign as Kashuu's probably going to get.]

[There's no hesitation, then, as soon as he gets even the smallest of go-aheads. Yamato is in pain - possibly physically, definitely emotionally - and that's enough reason for him to set aside his (already pretty flimsy, honestly) self-preservation.

He reaches back, scooting in and pulling Yamato to himself. He cradles the back of his head gently with one hand, and the other rises to the spot between his shoulder blades to pat in a soft, rhythmic sort of shush-shush motion. Something about the way his name had been said digs into his heart painfully, but he keeps his own voice as steady as possible. He knows when he's the one who needs to be an anchor, after all.]

It's okay, it's okay. You're awake now.

[His heart is still pounding, but Kashuu is tangible, and he clings on pure instinct. As the dream finally begins to fade from his senses, he clutches the front of Kashuu's shirt, trying to focus on the sound of Kashuu's voice--calm, soothing, not at all like it had been in his mind. If he'd seen Kashuu's face, he can't remember it now, but he doesn't have to try very hard to picture the sort of expression that would've been on it with that kind of tone.

Yamato isn't buff by any means, but he's got lean muscle where Kashuu is lithe, substituting what used to be a graceful style with his own raw strength. He's taller, too, no matter how much Kashuu pretends otherwise in the shoes he likes to wear--but none of that matters now. Not now, when he feels so painfully small, so terribly weak. His very bones feel brittle, like the slightest push could break him into pieces, so he presses as close as he can, like he wants to absorb Kashuu's strength until they're perfectly balanced again.

His fingers clutch Kashuu's shirt so tightly, it's a miracle he hasn't torn a hole into the fabric. He doesn't notice; all he can focus on is the solid presence beneath it, seeking refuge from the lingering remnants of his nightmare in the gentle motions of Kashuu's hand.]

So-- ["Sorry," he tries to say, but the word catches in his throat, like his voice is trying to hide too. He gives up on speaking for the moment, instead trying to steady his breathing, keeping his eyes wide open. He doesn't want to know what he'll see if he closes them again.]

[To his credit, Kashuu seems more than willing to donate as much strength as Yamato needs in this moment, trying to be both a blanket and a fortress, to comfort and shield him from any lingering cobwebs of darkness that his mind had conjured up. He notes how tightly Yamato is clutching his shirt, pays attention to every single movement of the body pressed to his own, but only so he can adjust himself accordingly and provide the most comfort.

When Yamato tries to speak and cuts himself off, Kashuu doesn't press for an answer. He only continues with the soothing gestures, making sure that his presence is solid and unwavering and sturdy, that he can be a support in any way that he needs to be one right now. He hums and pets his head and fusses with his hair somewhat absentmindedly. He pats his back and rocks him gently from side to side.

(He spares a glance or two over his shoulder, too, still minutely paranoid that something physical had spooked Yamato so badly even though he knows now that that isn't the case.)

There's nothing left to say but little murmured reassurances. He simply lets Yamato try to come back to himself, uncaring about how long it might take and unwilling to rush him.]

I'M UPSET ALREADY

NOTHING'S EVEN HAPPENEEEED

YES BUT I KNOW YOU

WTF IM INNOCENT

innocent by demon standards

innocent by normal human standards?! WHICH I AM. A NORMAL HUMAN

you sound like that wolf twitter account

why are you this way

the truth must be conveyed somehow

LET ME LIVE...

but you're already dead

look you

puts you in the fridge

WHY THE FCK

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