Who: Hijikata ToshiZOU (
mibu_alpha) and Okita Souji (
candyswords)
What: Confronting the challenges of domestic life...along, perhaps, with some other challenges.
When: Right after
this post.
Where: Souji's room (Apartments, Floor 2 Room 6)
Summary: Souji's under the influence of truth-inducing medicine, Hijikata's spent a few consecutive days worrying himself sick and waiting for Souji to be fully conscious again, and it's probably long past time they had a little chat, begun as usual by Souji annoying the Hell out of Hijikata. With any luck, they won't wake their "baby" in the process.
Rating: PG-13, to be on the safe side. Hijikata swears, and Okita being honest can frankly be more disturbing than any words Hijikata knows. Bless his thoroughly disturbed little heart.
Hijikata set his computer down at the foot of the bed, crossed his arms in front of his chest, and scowled.
It was an impressive sort of scowl, the kind that routinely had men foolish enough to slack off or badmouth the wrong people in front of him cowering and begging for mercy. Hijikata had perfected that scowl over a decade, and it was responsible for saving a fair number of lives by making his enemies surrender from sheer terror at the intensity of his killing intent.
He knew, with absolute certainty, that it would have no effect on Souji. Except maybe to make him laugh. Still, as the Souji who was with him in Kyoto in the past months had noted, he had a surprisingly straightforward nature, and tended in his own ways--ways Souji could read better than anyone else--to react openly to things.
"I don't," he said, the bruised pride just barely clear in his voice, "have wrinkles. No more than a man my age should have." He brushed his bangs out of his face, glaring at Souji. "And if I did, you know whose fault it would be, don't you?" Surprisingly, he didn't shout; the reason for that was lying in the crook of his arm and held against his chest, thankfully through making noise for now. He touched the top of the egg absently, still glaring at Souji.