[CLOSED] Time intrudes on the new morning I finally found-

[mayovice]

Characters: Hijikata Toshirou & Katsura Kotaro [mayovice & notabomber]
Content: Hijikata and Zura Katsura find their lives linked by the strangest things imaginable. Of course, they both find it very hard to accept that this even happens.
Setting: A ramen shop somewhere in Bellcius.
Time: During the timeskip... somwhere in April or something or I guess.
Warnings:

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[notabomber]

Normally, Katsura made his meals himself, at them with only Elizabeth for company, and scoffed at the sort of people who squandered money on frivolous things like ramen restaurants.

Having someone attempt to cleave you in two with a rather sinister weapon, for rather sinister reasons, tended to make cooking for oneself rather challenging, unfortunately. Katsura wasn't sure what annoyed him more about the incident--the fact that the bastard had left him with such a bothersome injury, or the fact that he'd cut off his hair as a trophy. Honestly, even in the world of 'paid assassins who did unsporting things like attacking from behind' that was low. What did he think he was going to do with it? Make calligraphy brushes commemorating the (failed) assassination? He didn't want to think about it

[mayovice]

"Your order has come, young master."

Hijikata looked up somewhat unamusedly towards the woman who had served him his meal (one bowl of rice slopped with an unhealthy amount of mayonnaise on it - all in all, it was the usual), doing his best not to lineface too much. "I already told you not to call me that," he said, while placing his cigarette at the nearby ashtray.

"You're still the Young Master in my heart no matter what, Young Master," Ikumatsu responded, beaming and looking very motherly-like towards him back in return. Hijikata made a grunt and reached for a pair of chopsticks, snapping them apart before promptly helping himself to the meal. The woman smiled once more before going over to where the other customer somewhere beyond his peripheral vision was-and promptly choked on his food when he heard her words towards that said other customer. "Ah, if it isn't Katsura-san. How have you been these days?"

[notabomber]

"Ah, Ikumatsu-dono." He was not blushing. No. Absolutely not. "I'm... well enough." Which was obviously not true, but how could he ever burden someone like her with the truth? He couldn't, clearly.

But why was that mayo-addict here? Why had she called him 'young master'? That was irritating. Almost as irritating as the fact that Hijikata would dare ruin Ikumatsu's fine cooking with all that mayonnaise. He tried sending a mental wave of irritation in the man's direction while still smiling at the owner. "I'm back in the city for awhile, so I thought I would stop by for lunch."

[mayovice]

Recovering from that rather abrupt choke, Hijikata took a moment to regain back his composure as he reasoned internally. This was an open restaurant, so there was no reason why other customers wouldn't be here. It was perfectly logical to assume what the idiot had just come in here for a meal as well just as he was here for the same reasons (somewhat).

...goddamnit, why did it have to be him of all people? And what the hell was up with the '-dono' suffix anyway?! She was just-ungh, he didn't want to think about it anymore. His head was starting to hurt from trying to be logical about this already.

"It's certainly good to see you again, Katsura-san," Ikumatsu replied as she glanced over towards the now very unamused Hijikata and chuckled slightly to herself before looking back at the man before her. "I assume you want one of the usual, like always?"