藤堂 平助 ❀ Heisuke "the IRresponsible adult" Toudou (
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When: During the event at some point. I suck at dates.
Where: A lovely street to kick it off... and then elsewhere.
What: Sano and Shinpachi learn the hard way why they need to keep their buddy on a leash and within sight at all times.
Rating/Warning: Things of the stabby and deathly variety. Also sads.
[ It was all because of a crocodile.
He'd awoken to find his CYbuddy non-functional and at first he'd thought it just sleeping. Surely that was a thing robots did, right? After all, they seemed to function a lot like people, therefore sleep had to happen as well. When it didn't wake up or even move, he'd grown worried and had tried to rouse the little robot to no avail. Robots weren't something he'd ever had experience with before Cerealia, but death was something he'd seen plenty of, so his immediate concern was that he'd somehow killed it -that it had died during the night and it was all his fault. Ruby Rose had fixed it before, though, so maybe if he found a way to do what she had done, he'd be able to revive it.
Despite the warnings that were horribly evident -the music, the announcement, the freaking clowns everywhere- Heisuke set out to see if he could find some tools like what she had used to repair the crocodile after its head had been dented. It never occurred to him to try and contact Ruby instead.
Going too far from 'home' was a mistake. At home in Kyoto, he knew the streets and the surroundings. Here, he hadn't been around long enough to really commit the districts to memory and have a clear map in his head.
It didn't take him long to find what he wanted, but on the way back, he made a wrong turn and wound up on an unfamiliar street in an unfamiliar area... and had gone a little too deep. The figures that crept out from the shadows were anything but friendly, their brightly painted masks frozen in grotesque smiles that were a bit of a distraction him from the bodies they adorned and the weapons they carried. He'd been in worse situations before, though. He didn't get his position in the Shinsengumi for nothing, after all.
When the first lunged, his blade came up instinctively to block, the impact of metal pipe against sword reverberating through the blade to his hands. No sooner did that first strike come than a second feinted, followed immediately by a seemingly unarmed third, but the moment their fist connected with his arm, a hard blow to a weak spot while he was still holding back the first, he realized his mistake -brass knuckles were something easily concealed and with the force of the blow, could be devastating. His arm buckled and went limp, his blade wavering as he struggled to keep hold of it one-handed. After a moment of pain and panic, he retreated a few paces and struggled to untie the red sash at his waist to have something with which to bind his hand to the sword to keep it steady.
Unfortunately, he'd backed right up alongside an alley...and while struggling with the sash at his waist, failed to see the wooden bat that arced through the air, connecting with his head and taking him off his feet, katana clattering to the ground. They drew closer, circling like vultures, one leaning in every now and again to taunt him with mocking laughter, and even let him shake it off, attempting to get to his feet. The pipe connected hard with his ribs, the sharp pain accompanied by a sickening crunch, like the sound of eggs breaking, and he hit the ground again, curling into a fetal position and trying to catch his breath. Another blow to the same spot and he could taste blood in his mouth, eyes squeezed shut as he silently hoped they'd grow bored and leave.
Blow after blow rained down on him, finally stopping when he felt a sharp tug at his neck, the lantern he'd woken with breaking free as one of his assailants held it up, a declaration of their victory. It was all over. Footsteps began to retreat, the crunch of boots across the ground slowly fading one by one.
He didn't wait long enough before making an effort to uncurl himself from where he lay on the ground, battered, bruised, and bloodied. He didn't play dead long enough before trying to reach out and blindly feel around for the katana he'd dropped.
One was still there, waiting and watching, and as Heisuke slowly pulled himself up, using his saya to lean on, they bent to retrieve the fallen blade. The faint sound of the sword being hefted made him stop, his good arm lifting to wipe at the blood on his face, trying to clear his vision as quickly as possible. It wasn't quick enough to afford him time to react, the masked man reaching out to grab him by the hair and pull him forward roughly, tilting his head back and pressing the blade against Heisuke's throat, his gruff voice a mocking singsong. ]
Right now I'm looking at you and I can't believe you don't know... [ The blade slid neatly along the side of his neck as he slid it back, splitting the skin in a thin, shallow line. ] You don't know you're beautiful.
[ He swallowed hard, fear written all over his face. Hijikata's wrath and seppuku suddenly seemed less frightening than this. At least those were controlled. This? ]
And that's, [ he cooed, plunging the blade into Heisuke's stomach on the word, ] what makes you beautiful.
[ This was anything but.
The man released him, letting him curl in on himself, his own katana impaled through his stomach, and disappeared into the night, sharp laughter ringing in Heisuke's ears. As soon as the man was gone, the slow, agonizing trek back began, step after shaky step leaving a trail of blood in his wake. ]
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When: During the event at some point. I suck at dates.
Where: A lovely street to kick it off... and then elsewhere.
What: Sano and Shinpachi learn the hard way why they need to keep their buddy on a leash and within sight at all times.
Rating/Warning: Things of the stabby and deathly variety. Also sads.
[ It was all because of a crocodile.
He'd awoken to find his CYbuddy non-functional and at first he'd thought it just sleeping. Surely that was a thing robots did, right? After all, they seemed to function a lot like people, therefore sleep had to happen as well. When it didn't wake up or even move, he'd grown worried and had tried to rouse the little robot to no avail. Robots weren't something he'd ever had experience with before Cerealia, but death was something he'd seen plenty of, so his immediate concern was that he'd somehow killed it -that it had died during the night and it was all his fault. Ruby Rose had fixed it before, though, so maybe if he found a way to do what she had done, he'd be able to revive it.
Despite the warnings that were horribly evident -the music, the announcement, the freaking clowns everywhere- Heisuke set out to see if he could find some tools like what she had used to repair the crocodile after its head had been dented. It never occurred to him to try and contact Ruby instead.
Going too far from 'home' was a mistake. At home in Kyoto, he knew the streets and the surroundings. Here, he hadn't been around long enough to really commit the districts to memory and have a clear map in his head.
It didn't take him long to find what he wanted, but on the way back, he made a wrong turn and wound up on an unfamiliar street in an unfamiliar area... and had gone a little too deep. The figures that crept out from the shadows were anything but friendly, their brightly painted masks frozen in grotesque smiles that were a bit of a distraction him from the bodies they adorned and the weapons they carried. He'd been in worse situations before, though. He didn't get his position in the Shinsengumi for nothing, after all.
When the first lunged, his blade came up instinctively to block, the impact of metal pipe against sword reverberating through the blade to his hands. No sooner did that first strike come than a second feinted, followed immediately by a seemingly unarmed third, but the moment their fist connected with his arm, a hard blow to a weak spot while he was still holding back the first, he realized his mistake -brass knuckles were something easily concealed and with the force of the blow, could be devastating. His arm buckled and went limp, his blade wavering as he struggled to keep hold of it one-handed. After a moment of pain and panic, he retreated a few paces and struggled to untie the red sash at his waist to have something with which to bind his hand to the sword to keep it steady.
Unfortunately, he'd backed right up alongside an alley...and while struggling with the sash at his waist, failed to see the wooden bat that arced through the air, connecting with his head and taking him off his feet, katana clattering to the ground. They drew closer, circling like vultures, one leaning in every now and again to taunt him with mocking laughter, and even let him shake it off, attempting to get to his feet. The pipe connected hard with his ribs, the sharp pain accompanied by a sickening crunch, like the sound of eggs breaking, and he hit the ground again, curling into a fetal position and trying to catch his breath. Another blow to the same spot and he could taste blood in his mouth, eyes squeezed shut as he silently hoped they'd grow bored and leave.
Blow after blow rained down on him, finally stopping when he felt a sharp tug at his neck, the lantern he'd woken with breaking free as one of his assailants held it up, a declaration of their victory. It was all over. Footsteps began to retreat, the crunch of boots across the ground slowly fading one by one.
He didn't wait long enough before making an effort to uncurl himself from where he lay on the ground, battered, bruised, and bloodied. He didn't play dead long enough before trying to reach out and blindly feel around for the katana he'd dropped.
One was still there, waiting and watching, and as Heisuke slowly pulled himself up, using his saya to lean on, they bent to retrieve the fallen blade. The faint sound of the sword being hefted made him stop, his good arm lifting to wipe at the blood on his face, trying to clear his vision as quickly as possible. It wasn't quick enough to afford him time to react, the masked man reaching out to grab him by the hair and pull him forward roughly, tilting his head back and pressing the blade against Heisuke's throat, his gruff voice a mocking singsong. ]
Right now I'm looking at you and I can't believe you don't know... [ The blade slid neatly along the side of his neck as he slid it back, splitting the skin in a thin, shallow line. ] You don't know you're beautiful.
[ He swallowed hard, fear written all over his face. Hijikata's wrath and seppuku suddenly seemed less frightening than this. At least those were controlled. This? ]
And that's, [ he cooed, plunging the blade into Heisuke's stomach on the word, ] what makes you beautiful.
[ This was anything but.
The man released him, letting him curl in on himself, his own katana impaled through his stomach, and disappeared into the night, sharp laughter ringing in Heisuke's ears. As soon as the man was gone, the slow, agonizing trek back began, step after shaky step leaving a trail of blood in his wake. ]
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And once the katana is lodged in there once more, he stabs the sheath himself, sticking it where it belongs - right next to Heisuke's other sword. He wouldn't dare to even think of taking the weapon anywhere else even though Heisuke is dead now. It's his sword, after all. Even now.
There's a brief moment where Shinpachi just stares at Heisuke's body, but he knows they can't do this forever. So even though it pains him, he tears his gaze away, instead uprighting himself to be able to face Sano across the dim light. (At least they both look like messes. At least they have each other, but -- whereas that might have felt like enough in any other situation, it feels decidedly more hollow now.)
He tries to not focus on it too much, but it's hard. His expression is obviously troubled as well with the way he frowns. ]
What're we gonna do? We won't have much time. [ Considering that Sano's shouting must have alerted just about everyone out on the streets right now to the fact that they're here - it can't be long before they show up. And while Shinpachi has zero problems with paying those assholes back for what they did, there's the matter of Heisuke's body being there. If they were low enough to stab him with his own sword, then he can't be sure if they won't mess up the body as well. ]
And we can't leave him here like this.
[ But carrying him along is going to be a problem too if they might get confronted by whatever is out there.. not to mention that-- well, what the hell are they even going to do with the corpse in a situation like this, in a place like this? It's like no matter what he thinks of doing in this situation, it just brings up more complications. And that's the last thing he needs after losing his friend. ]
--Dammit, this is just so..! [ Yes, even Shinpachi doesn't have words for it. For once. ]