TSUYUKUSA - BEG ME (USELESSLY)
Title: Beg Me (Uselessly)
Fandom/Pairing: AMATSUKI; Tsuyukusa
Summary: Tsuyukusa is sick of all the pleading.
The apple crunches happily in his mouth as Tsuyukusa gives the spirit in front of him a lazy eye. Worthless. The line for Bonten’s help grows by the days, stretching farther than the seas. The longer it streams, the thinner down whittles Tsuyukusa’s patience. Before him stands reason for his distaste.
If this spirit is capable of maintaining a physical form, Tsuyukusa is in no doubt it would be bowing to its ears. Down by its claws, head to the wood, on its knees in front of him. Begging for his help. Instead, it settles for floating. A black shift of cloud and nothing: all glowing eyes in the dark. A monster to hide under children’s covers. Unfortunate. This thing is unable to harbour the strength to face him in its usual form. Boring. A bleak on the radar. Nothing to Tsuyukusa. Incapable of even shifting a wind. Weak.
“Shut up,” the tree spirit spits, unable to take another stream of endless pleads that begins to rise mad like a wave; flares back to life like an incessant disease. It gives reason after reason, then stops with all the reasons and just settles for begging. It’s getting on Tsuyukusa nerves. How degrading. There is no way Tsuyukusa would beg-ever. Watching someone else do it before him is just as disgusting.
He sinks teeth, so used to biting Bonten from many times past, into his apple. Drives it deep into the core.
“I have no time to listen to this,” Tsuyukusa says, languidly. He actually bothers to belie the irritation he feels within; staves it at bay. It would be pointless to act out on his frustration over a being so trivial, so meaningless to his existence. Control. Tsuyukusa exercises it. Nevertheless, his tone brooks no leave for argument
--if he has to listen to another demon or spirit bitch, Tsuyukusa’ll kill something, he is sure.
With his dismissive words rises more desperate pleads that, in its turn, draws intolerable noise to the woods. The trees want this stranger to shut its mouth, Tsuyukusa hears their complaints; he agrees.
A sigh is hefted. He digs his canines into the fruit and chews angrily, annoyed at its gall. It will not shut up. Tsuyukusa chucks his apple behind him, a gruff action as he swings his legs over the beam freely. Leftovers for the hunters. Leave it for the crows to feast on core and seed, not ripe flesh for the pickings. Tsuyukusa’d taken it all for himself.
He is a selfish spirit, Tsuyukusa’ll admit. Either way, he doesn’t care. He honestly can’t care less. From Bonten he’s learned intolerance for the weak, has learned that taking what he can whenever he wants is nothing but of the norm, as well as doing whatever he right well pleases. Right now, Tsuyukusa is close to killing this thing. He wants to right well kill it.
The tree spirit bothers again: Tsuyukusa does himself, and it, a favour. He gets up and leaves before the spirit can get any more pointless words in. Something that will certainly mark its demise.
As flightless as he is, Tsuyukusa needs not the power of wings to get around-in this case anyway. Far, far, away from meddling, troublesome lowly souls that shall be left for Utsubushi to take care of- he jumps; lithe, light and easy over the beam, down into the trees, high from the grove. Leaves brush his cheeks as he fall. It’s like falling from heaven. But the irony is just as sick. Watch a demon fall. Fall from grace.
Tsuyukusa plucks another apple off a tree as he makes his descent, bored out of his mind and cold to the pains of others, knowing better now than to trust demons. He’s learned his lesson from Imayou. Never again.
Bonten had said all was forgiven and forgotten. What Bonten had forgiven, Tsuyukusa certainly hadn’t forgotten.
Tsuyukusa crunches teeth into the apple, now knowing that it’s all but another lesson learned with Bonten. Always teacher, never student. Tsuyukusa is getting sick of always learning, never teaching. He tires of this game. One day, he’ll like to play master teacher for once.
Fandom/Pairing: AMATSUKI; Tsuyukusa
Summary: Tsuyukusa is sick of all the pleading.
The apple crunches happily in his mouth as Tsuyukusa gives the spirit in front of him a lazy eye. Worthless. The line for Bonten’s help grows by the days, stretching farther than the seas. The longer it streams, the thinner down whittles Tsuyukusa’s patience. Before him stands reason for his distaste.
If this spirit is capable of maintaining a physical form, Tsuyukusa is in no doubt it would be bowing to its ears. Down by its claws, head to the wood, on its knees in front of him. Begging for his help. Instead, it settles for floating. A black shift of cloud and nothing: all glowing eyes in the dark. A monster to hide under children’s covers. Unfortunate. This thing is unable to harbour the strength to face him in its usual form. Boring. A bleak on the radar. Nothing to Tsuyukusa. Incapable of even shifting a wind. Weak.
“Shut up,” the tree spirit spits, unable to take another stream of endless pleads that begins to rise mad like a wave; flares back to life like an incessant disease. It gives reason after reason, then stops with all the reasons and just settles for begging. It’s getting on Tsuyukusa nerves. How degrading. There is no way Tsuyukusa would beg-ever. Watching someone else do it before him is just as disgusting.
He sinks teeth, so used to biting Bonten from many times past, into his apple. Drives it deep into the core.
“I have no time to listen to this,” Tsuyukusa says, languidly. He actually bothers to belie the irritation he feels within; staves it at bay. It would be pointless to act out on his frustration over a being so trivial, so meaningless to his existence. Control. Tsuyukusa exercises it. Nevertheless, his tone brooks no leave for argument
--if he has to listen to another demon or spirit bitch, Tsuyukusa’ll kill something, he is sure.
With his dismissive words rises more desperate pleads that, in its turn, draws intolerable noise to the woods. The trees want this stranger to shut its mouth, Tsuyukusa hears their complaints; he agrees.
A sigh is hefted. He digs his canines into the fruit and chews angrily, annoyed at its gall. It will not shut up. Tsuyukusa chucks his apple behind him, a gruff action as he swings his legs over the beam freely. Leftovers for the hunters. Leave it for the crows to feast on core and seed, not ripe flesh for the pickings. Tsuyukusa’d taken it all for himself.
He is a selfish spirit, Tsuyukusa’ll admit. Either way, he doesn’t care. He honestly can’t care less. From Bonten he’s learned intolerance for the weak, has learned that taking what he can whenever he wants is nothing but of the norm, as well as doing whatever he right well pleases. Right now, Tsuyukusa is close to killing this thing. He wants to right well kill it.
The tree spirit bothers again: Tsuyukusa does himself, and it, a favour. He gets up and leaves before the spirit can get any more pointless words in. Something that will certainly mark its demise.
As flightless as he is, Tsuyukusa needs not the power of wings to get around-in this case anyway. Far, far, away from meddling, troublesome lowly souls that shall be left for Utsubushi to take care of- he jumps; lithe, light and easy over the beam, down into the trees, high from the grove. Leaves brush his cheeks as he fall. It’s like falling from heaven. But the irony is just as sick. Watch a demon fall. Fall from grace.
Tsuyukusa plucks another apple off a tree as he makes his descent, bored out of his mind and cold to the pains of others, knowing better now than to trust demons. He’s learned his lesson from Imayou. Never again.
Bonten had said all was forgiven and forgotten. What Bonten had forgiven, Tsuyukusa certainly hadn’t forgotten.
Tsuyukusa crunches teeth into the apple, now knowing that it’s all but another lesson learned with Bonten. Always teacher, never student. Tsuyukusa is getting sick of always learning, never teaching. He tires of this game. One day, he’ll like to play master teacher for once.