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[ Harsh as always, but it doesn't mean Yata is any more understanding. He's forceful as he attempts to grab Sousei by the collar, gritting his teeth. ]

You just wanna get wrecked, doncha? Nishiki is—!

[ Nishiki is... Why is he getting so worked up about this? The thought distracts him as he catches his breath, then he turns his attention to the look on Sousei's face. Sousei seemed to know Nishiki as well, yet Yata can't comprehend why he remained unshaken. ]

[Excuse you, child.

Sousei is willing to let Yata get up in his personal space, willing to let him yell, and be a rude little shit, but invading his personal space bubble and actually touching him is a line he's not willing to let him cross. The attempt to grab him by his collar succeeds--for a brief moment, and then Sousei has grabbed his sword, slapping Yata's hand away with the sheath. He's not aiming to cause harm, no, but it probably still stings.]

Calm down.

[It's said more sharply than before, even as his posture straightens further.]

She has returned to my world. Getting angry at me will not change that fact.

[suffice to say, Sousei is not the one who will get wrecked if this goes that way, he would really rather Yata calm down at least enough to have a proper conversation.]

[ Wincing, Yata retracts his hand and balls it into a fist. Although his hand does hurt, he's used to any admonishment from Izumo. He knows it's that and nothing else—the tone Sousei uses is too familiar. His breathing never stills, but at the very least, there's an effort at keeping himself together. ]

No one turned up after our search, and now we're disappearing one by one. Doesn't it bother you?

[As soon as it's clear Yata is at least making the effort, Sousei has replaced the sword at his side. The fact that he's calm about this... does that really make Yata think it's okay? It was Sousei who had to clean up her room and bedding, just as he'd had to with Soramaru a scant week before.

There's no guarantee they safely went home, and there wasn't a thing that he could do about it.

Does it bother him?]

Of course it does. [How could it not?] However, rampaging around will not resolve the problem. I owe Nishiki better than that.

[She did protect and care for his protege, after all--he owes her quite a lot. If she's stuck here somewhere? He'll find her.]

[ The implication in Sousei's words hits Yata with a realization: for all the fuss he was kicking up for the girl, he still didn't know a lot about her. His lips press into a line before he gives in to his curiosity. ]

What's Nishiki to you?

[Sousei slowly crosses his arms at that, giving Yata a flat look.]

That is none of your concern.

[He says that to make his point--Yata doesn't have the right to ask these things. But he's going to tell him anyway, because he can tell that Yata simply cared about Nishiki.]

She is from my world, and is the ward of my protege. As she protects and cares for him, I owe her the same in return.

[ Sousei refuses, but answers anyway... It's familiar, so Yata tolerates it. He's well aware of how rude he is, but he can't help himself. He wants to learn about this girl, even if he never sees her again. Otherwise, it doesn't seem right. ]

A ward, huh. That makes sense.

I didn't know anything about her. She was cold once, so I gave her my jacket. She really wanted to pay me back...

[So long as we're all aware here of how much of a rude little shit Yata is being--

But Sousei simply tilts his head at that. That was it? Just that, and Yata was already this interested in her?]

...Presuming she returned home to my world, she would be safe there. [He's not satisfied with that assumption, of course, but at the very least he can offer that reassurance.]

But it is not my place to tell you more about her. [That's still Nishiki's and only Nishiki's right.]

[ For the record, Yata is always a rude little shit, even when he doesn't mean to be!!

Nishiki was unique, so she was interesting. She seemed to lack common sense, to be afraid of something he can't quite determine, and to take being a Fuuma differently from his expectations. Seriously, too. But those were all they were—assumptions. And he couldn't confirm them now with only Sousei around. ]

Yeah... [ He knows. His brows furrow before he looks up at Sousei again. ] Do you know if she's still got a red jacket with her?

[That gets a pause.

A...red...jacket-- ah. That's right. It'd been in her room, when they'd cleaned it up. So she didn't bring it home with her... hm.]

No, it is no longer with her. Come with me.

[He'll...return it.]

I assume it is yours.

Uh, um. Yeah.

[ A long, awkward pause. ]

DON'T GET THE WRONG IDEA!

[ no one was thinking anything ]

[Oh my god

That

gets the flattest stare from Sousei.

Guess what he wasn't thinking? That.]

Don't raise your voice.

[ At least he obeys! ] Don't get the wrong idea...

[ Yata, stop being so paranoid. ]

[Sousei just glances at Yata then (but at least he's no longer yelling), eyebrow arched.]

I was not getting any ideas from the situation.

[but you can fret all you want, he won't stop you.]

There are enough reasons for giving your coat to someone else.

Yeah, that's what I said. Jeez.

[ No, he never said... Whatever. He has his hands in his pockets, shoulders slouched as he follows behind. Walking beside Sousei would just be too weird. They're not friends! ]

I'll make it quick. I still gotta check on my Pockymon...

[the hell is a Pockymon... no, no he's pretty sure he doesn't actually want to know.

Instead he focuses on leading the way to his apartment with Tenka, because he...doesn't know how to deal with Yata ever. It's like that kid that impressed him with his determination is gone again.

So he doesn't respond to that, instead opening the door for the both of them, striding easily over to the closet--which he opens. And there, hanging neatly, is a red jacket.]

...Here. If this is yours, you may have it back.

[ Yeah, Animal Crossing hell should be enough for Abe no Sousei.

Yata enters the apartment without incident and takes his jacket from the closet. Silence hands in the air during the rest of the trip; Yata doesn't know how to deal with Sousei either. His attention is on the jacket in his arms but his mind appears to be somewhere else, only coming back to him when curiosity strikes. ]

You still got friends here, right?

[too many video games would rock his world

That...is a strange question, though. "Friends"...

Sousei had thought they were done there, but apparently not. He turns to look at Yata properly, contemplative.]

...If you mean people from my world, yes, there are still some of them here. The same is true of yourself, correct?

Yeah. That's good. [ If it's good for Yata, it's good for Sousei too, right? ] Totsuka-san's still... yeah.

[ He'd rather not think about what his time here would be like without Totsuka. Or Saya, for that matter. ]

You take care of yourself, alright?

[ Just in case he gets too worried about his friends. You know, like Yata does. Not that Sousei needs to be told, but... ]

[...It would be hard if Tenka disappeared. The thought strikes him very suddenly, and...it's not a very happy one at all. But he'd have to keep going then. They've lost Soramaru and Nishiki already.

Attachments really do bring a lot of pain, don't they...? But even so--they're worth it. Yata's concern does take him off-guard a little, though. He blinks. People worrying about him, even if a little--it's still strange.]

... Of course. [But he won't dismiss something that sincere.] I would say the same to you. You are a hot-headed person who often cannot read the atmosphere.

[harsh]

...But you are not wrong in how you have approached this situation. [With Totsuka. Spending as much time as possible with a friend that you know is dead back home...? Maybe Yata is the strongest one here out of everyone.]

[ Yata winces and makes a noise at Sousei's bluntness, but remains silent when he continues. The face he makes is contemplative as he mulls over these words—what does he mean?—but he supposes that whatever it is, it's probably the same choice he'd make no matter how many times he had to. Turning on his heel, he starts walking toward the exit. ]

Even I ain't got time for regrets. But just so you know...

[ He faces Sousei once more and grins. ]

This Yatagarasu ain't an old crow like you!

[ And the door shuts behind him.

...did he just call him an old woman

yeah kind of

BYE SOUSEI ]

[........................did yata just call himself a three-legged crow............

and sousei a wOMAN....

bye...yata...... sousei just watches him go in bemused silence.

what a Questionable Child.]

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sorry for the late tag! was too busy shipping sousei with mi--okay no BUT REALLY I'M SORRY

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