"you are innocent as a bathtub full of bullets." [Closed]

[justice_by_coma]

Characters: Gau Meguro justice_by_coma and Raikou Shimizu whitegamon {CLOSED]
Setting/Location: Just outside the caravan, and after a while, in the kitchen hustling chocolate.
Date & Time: Day 23, sometime after Raikou's amazing interweb cats-cradle.
Warnings: Uhh....chibi sadistic swordsman? Probably some shota domestic abuse (because it's Raikou and Gau...), and possibly

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[whitegamon]

Raikou, who somehow had regressed to the age of ten (nine and a half, maybe), was sitting cross-legged in a thin strip of shade. He wore his "original" clothing over his head like a cloak to filter out the sun, and had the Shimizu Clan's White Gamon on his lap. He was typing away on his Junogam when he heard Gau calling him. He looked up and around to locate the now-older boy, pulled the too-large hakama off his person, pocketed the Junogam and stood up, holding the sword close to him. If he lost it, his mother would be furious.

"Over here," he called out, raising an arm and waving it so that Gau could find him easier. Gau was a familiar figure, somewhat. He'd spent time with him earlier in the day, with another little girl called Anathema. After that, though, he went off on his own to try and figure things out for himself.

[justice_by_coma]

Gau breathed out, then sucked in a lungful of dusty air, kicking up another plume of dirt as he raced to Raikou. he was tiny and looked...flushed, to Gau at least, in his panicked mind's eye.

"Raikou-san! you told me you were in the shade!" he rebuked irritably, trying to disguise the sheer blast of choked relief. Raikou's wandering habits had never been much of an issue (or at least not something Gau got a say in without getting a cheerful mouthful of knuckles) but this was a different world! And one covered in orange dust that would probably never get out of his dress shirt.

He noticed with a shock that Raikou's hair was almost completely blond now. Foreign, and alien.

He forced his head down, busying himself rummaging jerkily in his bag for the old forgotten water bottle. "Here! You have to drink this! It's water! And come inside!"

[whitegamon]

"I was," Raikou stated, taking the water bottle from Gau. He didn't drink from it yet, though. "I was sitting over here, see." He pointed at the spot where the hakama lay in a crumpled heap. He still couldn't figure out why Gau fussed and panicked over the slightest of things. It was a little frustrating, but also a little amusing somehow.

Raikou licked his lips as he figured out how to open the water bottle while hugging the Gamon against himself without spilling the water or dropping the sword. He was a little stubborn about it.

[justice_by_coma]

Gau's brows wrinkled together, but...he held his tongue.
He knew better with Raikou, and after all, psychology worked even on animals. He'd been well trained by a number of blows to the head. Instead he silently worked at picking up the Hakama, dusting it off with long practice spent on blood-stained clothes by the front door.

His hands were shaking a little.
Gau licked his own cracked lips and tried not to think about that ead of sweat he could already feel trickling down his shoulderblade.
He really hated this climate.

"Come inside." He snapped, though it was almost a plea, despite the tone. It had been driving him crazy knowing Raikou was probably somewhere in the town while he busied himself on the caravan.

He didn't dare venture to the would-be-orphanage. Not with all those women showing so much skin. It made him much too nervous. Breasts were so...distracting, and there were so many of them...

He forced himself to put his eyes to Raikou's level, feeling so strange for looking down at him rather than up.

"...Please." He