[ at this rate, hijibot will be the first one to discover coffee, rather than hijikata... tsuru did learn how to make a new coffee, though, so he'll show hijikata some time!
anyway, while he's perfectly happy with hijikata's sudden compliance in holding his hand, it's a little concerning... so he's going to voice it! ]
You usually don't take my hand this easily — you don't even like it when I do that chin-head thing.
[ you know, the whole resting chin on head thing! that hijibot probably doesn't know about, unless hijikata's told him. ]
First, you're angry, and then you're nice like this. Is something wrong today?
[ he doesn't know about the chin-head thing, actually. Hijikata did talk to the robot quite a bit which is why the bot was doing a pretty spot on Hijikata act but even then there's some holes!
after a few seconds of silence he just... furrows his eyebrows. ]
Nothing's wrong today. I thought I'd give you a reward -- I'll take my hand back then.
[ unless Tsurumaru has a really tight grip he's going to yank that hand away! ]
[ oh... he didn't comment on it. again, strange!! because hijikata always gets so angry about chin on head, and it makes tsurumaru laugh, even if he sometimes incurs injuries that would usually have to be fixed through a few hours of repair...
but hijikata pulls his hand away before tsurumaru can notice, so no matter how much he tries to avoid it, all he ends up squeezing is empty air. ]
Wait — [ now his hand is lonely...... look what you did. you gave a perfectly good hand loneliness.
so he looks hijikata in the eye and holds out his hand again, because he's stubborn and he doesn't like takebacks!! and now, he's just offended. ] Put it back.
[ Hijikata smirks. he's feeling victorious now! he knows he can easily take control of the situation now...
he'll grab his hand again, but in a fluid, smooth motion he slides the other arm around Tsurumaru's waist. he pulls Tsurumaru's body closer to his own - unless he wants to step back, if that's the case Hijikata will keep pressing forward. he'll tilt his head slightly up to look at his face.
he looks pretty mischievous right now! but he only speaks in a soft whisper, completely opposite of his irritated retorts just now. ]
You're quite demanding aren't you? If I give you what you want then it's only natural you give me something in return -- right?
[ he's gotten a little used to being held by now, but he won't get used to it entirely — which is why he tries to pull away at first, surprised more by the suddenness of the gesture than the situation itself; it's hijikata, after all, and he's prone to doing things like... this.
that still doesn't change how much he freezes up, his breath nervously catching in his throat. and no matter how much he tries to focus on his words, he ends up fumbling for them anyway, composure rapidly slipping away by the second. one day, it's not going to scare him to death!! one day!!!
but to hijikata, that just probably looks like he's really embarrassed... and he is, to an extent, especially when he speaks like that... ]
[ of course, he does notice how Tsurumaru begins to fumble and how it messes with his composure when Hijikata acts like this.
he doesn't answer immediately, Hijikata simple waits for a few moments letting the moment just sink in. he only carefully watches Tsurumaru with his eyes, that same mischievous smirk still on his face -
well, instead of answering he also asks him another question ... almost challenging him in a sense. ]
Of course. It won't be a disappointing one though - will it?
[ the silence lasts long enough to make him fidget, but it's not enough to force hijikata to let go, or anything — not that he'd want him to, but ugh, why is he like this?
but tsurumaru does see that as a thinly veiled insult, rather than a challenge... and it makes him a little angry! so he narrows his eyes a little, sounding blatantly displeased when he speaks up again. ]
What do you mean by disappointing? Have I ever disappointed you before?
Hijikata detaches his hand from Tsurumaru's hand. he lifts it to place his palm gently on Tsurumaru's cheek, using his thumb to caress his skin. almost in a sense to calm him down.
but he doesn't even answer that question! how strange that Hijikata seems to be avoiding a lot and not to mention, also being extremely vague about some things too? he saw how quick and short lasting that last kiss was... however.
[ for some reason, the gesture feels unnatural — hijikata, in general, is a touchy person, and tsurumaru always likes the warmth that radiates from his hands, reminding him that he's alive and well. but the hand against his face right now is cold, even colder than his own skin.
if anything, it reminds him of the hands of corpses, after their warmth has already faded away; of things that aren't alive. (or things that were never alive to begin with.)
and therefore, out of instinct and self-preservation, he immediately slaps hijikata's hand away, glaring at him with a degree of animosity unusual even for him. while he hasn't come to the specific conclusion of the true reason, he knows that humans that are alive are very warm — it's his confirmation that they're still with him.
so, what is he supposed to make of this... his tone is icy, as he continues. ]
Before you teach me anything, you're going to answer that question.
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[ he feels the sharp sting against his hand and pulls it back. he matches Tsurumaru glare with the usual ice cold one.
naturally, he feels angry and irritated at that response. but before speaking, he extends his arm to push Tsurumaru roughly, aiming to back him against the closest wall. in a fluid motion, you can hear the metal of a blade (Horikawa's) as it's unsheathed and the edge is met with Tsurumaru's neck.
the irritation is evident in his voice - he delivers his retort flatly. ]
Huh... No ones defied me and got away alive. Do you want to say that again?
[ it's not that he's not used to being handled in a rough manner, pushed and shoved this way and that — his history has that type of treatment spelled out all over it; it's just that he hadn't expected it from hijikata.
while he's still shocked into silence, trying to comprehend these actions that seem to have no explanation, he just stares, wide-eyed, back at him. out of all of this, he understands just one thing: and it's that he's being threatened, and not in hijikata's usual way. ]
Hijikata, you... [ it's not as if he's dead, but for once, he's not rushing into death's arms.
instead, he presses his back further against the wall, edging away from the blade as best as he can, mere millimeters. he'll try to find his voice again; it comes out as a desperate whisper. ]
[ he makes sure to keep that edge of the sword close to his skin. one false move and Tsurumaru can get seriously nicked! but looking at that expression, seeing him so shocked, and the fact he got him to back up just shows that he's in control right now. ]
I want you all to myself.
[ that voice is almost music to his ears -- he likes being called Hijikata, he's the better replacement obviously. that desperation in his voice is pleasant to his ears. of course, he wants him to talk more. it excites him. it's a delight to hear. ]
I want you... To love me. Hey, tell me that you love me.
[ hijibot will find himself thoroughly disappointed, though, as tsurumaru decides to make it clear that by now, he's caught on. most of his act is bravado, though, because the fact that he's being put at swordpoint by something that looks way too much like hijikata is, well, going to leave a lasting impression in his mind.
so he takes a deep breath, putting all of his effort into keeping his voice steady, since the last thing that he wants hijibot to pick up on is that he's still just as frightened; the first phrase — that he wants him all to himself — is one that frequently comes out of the mouths of collectors and thieves while staring at him, and it makes him remember things that he doesn't want to remember. ]
How can I love you, when I don't love you at all? [ although his voice does shake, just a bit — so there's a pause, before he continues more gently. ]
But I do love him. I love the Hijikata that gets angry at me for messing up, that yells at me for surprising him too many times, that constantly calls me a child and then goes ahead and tells me all of these dirty things, without any kind of shame, but then tries to deny it when I call him kind.
That annoying, bothersome, kind person is someone that I love, more than anyone else that currently exists in the entire world. And if he asks me to, I wouldn't even mind being owned by him for the rest of his life. [ which is mostly a reference to how he was constantly owned BUT, hijikata's filthy kink might take it another way...
but back to the situation at hand! his wistful expression quickly turns back into an angry glare, looking at hijibot with impatience. ]
Keeping me here like this isn't going to make me love you any more.
[ there's a flash of shock on his face -- that's not what he wanted to hear. he recomposes himself rather quickly though, and lets out a sigh, a very irritated one at that however. ]
I see.
[ he retracts the blade, and takes a few steps back. ] So you'd rather have that guy, I'm clearly the better one. Are you stupid?
[ he scoffs. the irritation is blatantly obvious, but for some reason he does seem calmer when Tsurumaru got it through to him - or did he? he lowers his voice. ]
Then I might as well kill so he can't have you.
[ and without one second of hesitation he's already making his move and launching his attack! lifting and thrusting it forward at Tsurumaru's torso. ]
Kill me? My, you're even more possessive than he is. [ ah... his voice still shakes a little, but if it's out of fear, anticipation, or both is indistinguishable.
he swiftly dodges to the side, although the blade will manage to slice through the side of his jacket (but, given how fluffy his jacket is, it practically functions as a pseudo-shield), and before hijikata has a chance to draw his blade back, tsurumaru will reach out to give him a swift kick —
— and manages to dislodge the unused blade from his hip, quickly grabbing kanesada and unsheathing it (it? him? sorry, kanesan) — of course, with kanesada being an uchigatana, there's a length shortage that he has to keep in mind.
blade pointed at hijikata, now — he lifts his chin, to make himself look even braver! because even if hijibot is just a bot, he probably knows all of hijikata's talent with a sword, to an extent. at least, far better than tsurumaru knows kanesada. so he's going to...... bluff? ]
If you know what's good for you, you won't take on the task of killing an unkillable sword.
[ that kick makes him recoil with a 'tch' leaving from his lips. he only shoots Tsurumaru an icy glare because he failed in delivering a good stab. well, fine. ]
If you want to avoid death you should just let me have you.
[ a simple request! really! because he's 100% determine to kill Tsurumaru. ] Then I can go and kill the 'Hijikata' you love so much... Wouldn't you rather die together?
[ a scoff. he really isn't going to wait for Tsurumaru to answer, even if he magically felt like complying despite dodging the first strike. so Tsurumaru can bluff all he wants but Hijikata is going to close the distance between them with swift steps. using Horikawa means he does have to get closer to make cuts that matter, so... this might be dangerous.
but he'll aim higher with another thrust forward -- this time aiming for the arm or shoulder, to clearly disarm him. ]
Don't talk about me like I'm some precious treasure for your amusement. [ he hisses, practically bristling with anger, but all of that comes to a halt when hijibot offers that proposal, as he thinks. in hindsight, death is probably more convenient, because life leads to death, but death leads to nothing, like a security blanket.
but making that decision on his own would be selfish — and with hijikata, he can't afford to be selfish. if he ever dies with hijikata, it's not going to be here, and it's not going to be today. although, tsurumaru snaps back from his deliberation a moment too late, and the blow ends up mostly connecting, effortlessly slicing through white fabric and grazing more of his upper arm than he'd expected.
it hurts — in a stinging way that's almost enough for him to let go, and he gasps; but in a last-ditch effort, he grips the handle of the sword with everything he has, trying to push back hijikata's blade with his own, the shrill sound of metal grating together filing the air. still, tsurumaru's hold isn't firm, and if hijibot pushes against his blade just a little more, the sword will certainly go clattering out of tsurumaru's hands with ease.
but, until then. ] I wouldn't mind dying with him — but humans all have a strong will to live.
Therefore, for his sake, I won't take you up on that.
[ Hijikata will extend his leg swiftly to trip Tsurumaru while he pushes forward with his blade one last time. if Tsurumaru does fall forward, he'll make sure to keep him down by placing a foot on top of his chest.
his lips curl up into a smirk as he push down on it with as much force as he possibly can.
he tilts his head as the tip of the blade hovers over his skin, tracing the neck down to his chest - barely touching it with the metal. he hums, as if he's trying to make a decision. but instead he immediately sinks the blade into one of his forearms. ]
[ from the moment that he feels his footing slip, he knows that he's made a grave mistake.
what remains of his seemingly confident composure falls apart right then, his breath coming quickly, shallowly; not that he can manage any more than that, actually, given the weight pushing down against his chest. and he follows the blade with his eyes, somehow trying to sink further against the floor, as if he can, despite hijikata's floors not being made out of soft carpet material — so ultimately, backing away is useless.
— along with anything else that he could have done to avoid that.
there's a gasp, as he turns his head, and even as he watches blood soak into the sleeve of his jacket, he doesn't understand; he finds that his heart hurts along with his arm, not just because it's just been pressed down on, and he doesn't understand.
it's not a fatal injury by any means, but it hurts just as much collectively.
he looks back up at him wordlessly, for a few seconds, and he seems far more shocked than angry — that this bot would do this, with hijikata's appearance; and then, he slowly lifts his free arm to try to push the blade back out. of course, he isn't strong enough to manage that with one hand; he's not a strong sword, by any means. ]
[ maybe if he tortured him enough -- cut him up slowly he'll give up? he couldn't help but chuckle at how shocked he looked, yes, Hijikata is thoroughly enjoying this. if he can't use his arms, then he can't fight back. which means he can do whatever he wants, really. it's simple, it's punishment for denying him and liking the other Hijikata more than him; the better replacement.
there's this moment of silence before it's interrupted with a crashing noise. the paper door for the closet gets teared down! and yes, it's real Hijikata and it definitely looked like he had a rough time. it looks like he suffered quite the blow to the head because of the blood running down the side of it and he has bruises here and there. he has gashes here and there, but by all means they aren't as fatal. so by the guess of it they had quite the tussle before the robot managed to knock him down and take his swords.
but despite everything he's been through there's no way he'd just sit there and let the robot hurt Tsurumaru? but he definitely looks tired and almost out of breath.
while this is the best time to say something heroic, it's not like Hijikata is a hero or anything. he doesn't really hesitate to take off and tackle the robot to the ground! hopefully this surprises him enough to let go of Horikawa (because damn! how disrespectful is it to use his own damn sword to hurt people he never wants to hurt?).
immediately, his hands forcefully grab the robots neck -- applying as much pressure as he can to the jugular. the robot's breath hitches and naturally, he begins to struggle. his eyes flicker towards Tsurumaru, and Hijikata already barks out a command -- ]
Hand me that sword! I'm going to finally finish this.
[ he puts more pressure onto his grip of the neck... if he holds it log enough, he'll at least pass out in 30 seconds? ]
[ it's surely something, realizing that for the first time in a while, he's afraid of death and everything else in between; no, he's not just afraid — he's terrified, to the point where he feels as if something could very well snap within him. hijikata has always made threats of a particular nature, threats that tsurumaru would usually dare him to follow through with. so given this situation, it's not unlikely that the robot would execute those same threats; he's sure that the robot wouldn't hesitate to cut him up, slowly, until he bleeds to his own death, and much to his own surprise, that doesn't excite him at all.
it also scares him, not knowing where hijikata is, or whether he's okay or not; all he knows is that hijikata is alive somewhere, but that doesn't do anything to ease his worry. so in these next crucial moments, he gathers up all of the hope that he has and wishes, fervently, that if a higher being exists out there, to see him one more time. but maybe, everything in the universe aligns at once, because suddenly, there's the noise of tearing paper from behind him, and then there's — ]
Hijikata...
[ — looking far more disheveled than he'd thought, but he's still too exhausted and shocked to cry — either out of joy or relief — or to feel any kind of happiness, so for now, he stares at hijikata blankly, as if it would help him process the current situation any further. but there's not a single part of him that doubts that hijikata will win over the robot; because he's hijikata, and he doesn't lose.
but the sword... yes! the sword... that much, he understands. reaching forward, he'll pluck the wakizashi off of the ground, holding it out to hijikata with his uninjured arm. ]
[ When he finally feels the body start to lose strength, and almost go limp Hijikata knew it was the perfect moment to grab the sword.
he stands up, almost breathless, but he knew it'd be over with once he delivers this blow. he lifts the wakizashi up and brings it down with the rest of the strength he has left to decapitate the robot's head -- it worked.
it's ... silent. Hijikata can only breath, trying to calm down and catch his breath. he's tired, his legs are shaking from mere fatigue but he doesn't want to collapse just yet.
he looks over at Tsurumaru, taking a note of what injuries he had... ah man, he kind of feels bad? but he only whispers one thing to reassure him because he can see how... spooked Tsurumaru looks: ]
[ the scene that unfolds in front of him is surreal: after a swift maneuver from hijikata, there's the sound of a decapitated head toppling onto the floor, with black ink spraying everywhere — on the floorboards, on his white jacket, on every surface nearby.
while the bot (and therefore, the head) does look like hijikata, he has to remind himself that the actual hijikata is just fine and also right in front of him, so he tears his gaze away from the head and looks back up at him.
if he says that it's over, then... he'll relax just a little, since a little is all that he can manage, for now. ]
Can you — [ from his sitting position on the ground, he holds one hand up, extending it towards hijikata. obviously, he wants more than just his hand held; he wants his entire self held, but asking for that is awkward and embarrassing and it hurts to lift both arms, so he's kind of hoping hijikata can figure it out.
plus, even tsurumaru can tell that hijikata looks as if a simple breeze could knock him over, so he might as well not keep him standing for much longer. ]
[ it does look kind of gruesome, how Hijikata literally just killed someone that looked exactly like him. it... doesn't bother him that much, to be honest. it does feel kind of weird, but he wanted that copy gone and so he finally achieved that.
but right... he decides to join Tsurumaru, and finally collapse on his knees next to him. he can only let out a sigh, and rub the side of his head -- noticing how it's still bleeding. geez... he's going to get the biggest headache later and the cause of it for once won't be the lack of caffeine.
he reaches over and gently picks Tsurumaru's limp arm to inspect it more closely. his words come out quietly and soft. ]
It said some awful things, didn't it. [ he pushes back some of the sleeve to uncover the skin. ] I'm sorry. I should've tried to do something sooner -- we need to wrap this up as soon as possible.
[ he winces, but doesn't do anything other than that, allowing hijikata to carefully push his sleeve up, because he's also kind of curious... ]
I can just go in for repairs. [ as much as he doesn't want to, it'd be more efficient. but he's not going to the repair room this instant, so wrapping it up would be the right thing to do... but obviously, he's not the only one that's hurt — so he reaches to pat the side of hijikata's head with his sleeve as gently as he can. ]
You couldn't help it, though — you look worse than I do, and there's no such thing as a repair room for humans. [ if there was, wouldn't that be convenient!
but then, he lets out a quiet, awkward laugh that fails to hide any of his earlier nervousness. ]
If you hadn't shown up when you did, I think it would've... I would've... [ his laugh breaks off, and when he speaks again, his tone sounds far more hushed. ] You understand, don't you?
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not if i can help it *stuffs her into jacket*
anyway, while he's perfectly happy with hijikata's sudden compliance in holding his hand, it's a little concerning... so he's going to voice it! ]
You usually don't take my hand this easily — you don't even like it when I do that chin-head thing.
[ you know, the whole resting chin on head thing! that hijibot probably doesn't know about, unless hijikata's told him. ]
First, you're angry, and then you're nice like this. Is something wrong today?
what the fuck give her back
after a few seconds of silence he just... furrows his eyebrows. ]
Nothing's wrong today. I thought I'd give you a reward -- I'll take my hand back then.
[ unless Tsurumaru has a really tight grip he's going to yank that hand away! ]
she's mine now
but hijikata pulls his hand away before tsurumaru can notice, so no matter how much he tries to avoid it, all he ends up squeezing is empty air. ]
Wait — [ now his hand is lonely...... look what you did. you gave a perfectly good hand loneliness.
so he looks hijikata in the eye and holds out his hand again, because he's stubborn and he doesn't like takebacks!! and now, he's just offended. ] Put it back.
share her?
[ Hijikata smirks. he's feeling victorious now! he knows he can easily take control of the situation now...
he'll grab his hand again, but in a fluid, smooth motion he slides the other arm around Tsurumaru's waist. he pulls Tsurumaru's body closer to his own - unless he wants to step back, if that's the case Hijikata will keep pressing forward. he'll tilt his head slightly up to look at his face.
he looks pretty mischievous right now! but he only speaks in a soft whisper, completely opposite of his irritated retorts just now. ]
You're quite demanding aren't you? If I give you what you want then it's only natural you give me something in return -- right?
[ he's waiting for an answer... ]
no????? all mine... you make her lift leg
that still doesn't change how much he freezes up, his breath nervously catching in his throat. and no matter how much he tries to focus on his words, he ends up fumbling for them anyway, composure rapidly slipping away by the second. one day, it's not going to scare him to death!! one day!!!
but to hijikata, that just probably looks like he's really embarrassed... and he is, to an extent, especially when he speaks like that... ]
Then, what do you want? A kiss?
[ that's what he usually asks for, right? ]
but. FOOLISH.meme.jpg
he doesn't answer immediately, Hijikata simple waits for a few moments letting the moment just sink in. he only carefully watches Tsurumaru with his eyes, that same mischievous smirk still on his face -
well, instead of answering he also asks him another question ... almost challenging him in a sense. ]
Of course. It won't be a disappointing one though - will it?
um the only fool here is u (red frown emoji)
but tsurumaru does see that as a thinly veiled insult, rather than a challenge... and it makes him a little angry! so he narrows his eyes a little, sounding blatantly displeased when he speaks up again. ]
What do you mean by disappointing? Have I ever disappointed you before?
[ has he, hijibot!!!! has he!!! ]
this offends me
Hijikata detaches his hand from Tsurumaru's hand. he lifts it to place his palm gently on Tsurumaru's cheek, using his thumb to caress his skin. almost in a sense to calm him down.
but he doesn't even answer that question! how strange that Hijikata seems to be avoiding a lot and not to mention, also being extremely vague about some things too? he saw how quick and short lasting that last kiss was... however.
he only replies with another soft whisper-- ]
Then shall I teach you instead?
do you know where we're going? church
if anything, it reminds him of the hands of corpses, after their warmth has already faded away; of things that aren't alive. (or things that were never alive to begin with.)
and therefore, out of instinct and self-preservation, he immediately slaps hijikata's hand away, glaring at him with a degree of animosity unusual even for him. while he hasn't come to the specific conclusion of the true reason, he knows that humans that are alive are very warm — it's his confirmation that they're still with him.
so, what is he supposed to make of this... his tone is icy, as he continues. ]
Before you teach me anything, you're going to answer that question.
ill sleep
naturally, he feels angry and irritated at that response. but before speaking, he extends his arm to push Tsurumaru roughly, aiming to back him against the closest wall. in a fluid motion, you can hear the metal of a blade (Horikawa's) as it's unsheathed and the edge is met with Tsurumaru's neck.
the irritation is evident in his voice - he delivers his retort flatly. ]
Huh... No ones defied me and got away alive. Do you want to say that again?
the lord will find you in your dreams
while he's still shocked into silence, trying to comprehend these actions that seem to have no explanation, he just stares, wide-eyed, back at him. out of all of this, he understands just one thing: and it's that he's being threatened, and not in hijikata's usual way. ]
Hijikata, you... [ it's not as if he's dead, but for once, he's not rushing into death's arms.
instead, he presses his back further against the wall, edging away from the blade as best as he can, mere millimeters. he'll try to find his voice again; it comes out as a desperate whisper. ]
What are you doing?
tbh i need jesus
I want you all to myself.
[ that voice is almost music to his ears -- he likes being called Hijikata, he's the better replacement obviously. that desperation in his voice is pleasant to his ears. of course, he wants him to talk more. it excites him. it's a delight to hear. ]
I want you... To love me. Hey, tell me that you love me.
we all need jesus but especially you
so he takes a deep breath, putting all of his effort into keeping his voice steady, since the last thing that he wants hijibot to pick up on is that he's still just as frightened; the first phrase — that he wants him all to himself — is one that frequently comes out of the mouths of collectors and thieves while staring at him, and it makes him remember things that he doesn't want to remember. ]
How can I love you, when I don't love you at all? [ although his voice does shake, just a bit — so there's a pause, before he continues more gently. ]
But I do love him. I love the Hijikata that gets angry at me for messing up, that yells at me for surprising him too many times, that constantly calls me a child and then goes ahead and tells me all of these dirty things, without any kind of shame, but then tries to deny it when I call him kind.
That annoying, bothersome, kind person is someone that I love, more than anyone else that currently exists in the entire world. And if he asks me to, I wouldn't even mind being owned by him for the rest of his life. [ which is mostly a reference to how he was constantly owned BUT, hijikata's filthy kink might take it another way...
but back to the situation at hand! his wistful expression quickly turns back into an angry glare, looking at hijibot with impatience. ]
Keeping me here like this isn't going to make me love you any more.
nvm i dont want jesus anymore
I see.
[ he retracts the blade, and takes a few steps back. ] So you'd rather have that guy, I'm clearly the better one. Are you stupid?
[ he scoffs. the irritation is blatantly obvious, but for some reason he does seem calmer when Tsurumaru got it through to him - or did he? he lowers his voice. ]
Then I might as well kill so he can't have you.
[ and without one second of hesitation he's already making his move and launching his attack! lifting and thrusting it forward at Tsurumaru's torso. ]
but what if jesus is fake... fake priest
he swiftly dodges to the side, although the blade will manage to slice through the side of his jacket (but, given how fluffy his jacket is, it practically functions as a pseudo-shield), and before hijikata has a chance to draw his blade back, tsurumaru will reach out to give him a swift kick —
— and manages to dislodge the unused blade from his hip, quickly grabbing kanesada and unsheathing it (it? him? sorry, kanesan) — of course, with kanesada being an uchigatana, there's a length shortage that he has to keep in mind.
blade pointed at hijikata, now — he lifts his chin, to make himself look even braver! because even if hijibot is just a bot, he probably knows all of hijikata's talent with a sword, to an extent. at least, far better than tsurumaru knows kanesada. so he's going to...... bluff? ]
If you know what's good for you, you won't take on the task of killing an unkillable sword.
FATHEr....
If you want to avoid death you should just let me have you.
[ a simple request! really! because he's 100% determine to kill Tsurumaru. ] Then I can go and kill the 'Hijikata' you love so much... Wouldn't you rather die together?
[ a scoff. he really isn't going to wait for Tsurumaru to answer, even if he magically felt like complying despite dodging the first strike. so Tsurumaru can bluff all he wants but Hijikata is going to close the distance between them with swift steps. using Horikawa means he does have to get closer to make cuts that matter, so... this might be dangerous.
but he'll aim higher with another thrust forward -- this time aiming for the arm or shoulder, to clearly disarm him. ]
pours holy water on him too
but making that decision on his own would be selfish — and with hijikata, he can't afford to be selfish. if he ever dies with hijikata, it's not going to be here, and it's not going to be today. although, tsurumaru snaps back from his deliberation a moment too late, and the blow ends up mostly connecting, effortlessly slicing through white fabric and grazing more of his upper arm than he'd expected.
it hurts — in a stinging way that's almost enough for him to let go, and he gasps; but in a last-ditch effort, he grips the handle of the sword with everything he has, trying to push back hijikata's blade with his own, the shrill sound of metal grating together filing the air. still, tsurumaru's hold isn't firm, and if hijibot pushes against his blade just a little more, the sword will certainly go clattering out of tsurumaru's hands with ease.
but, until then. ] I wouldn't mind dying with him — but humans all have a strong will to live.
Therefore, for his sake, I won't take you up on that.
no!
[ Hijikata will extend his leg swiftly to trip Tsurumaru while he pushes forward with his blade one last time. if Tsurumaru does fall forward, he'll make sure to keep him down by placing a foot on top of his chest.
his lips curl up into a smirk as he push down on it with as much force as he possibly can.
he tilts his head as the tip of the blade hovers over his skin, tracing the neck down to his chest - barely touching it with the metal. he hums, as if he's trying to make a decision. but instead he immediately sinks the blade into one of his forearms. ]
why is our do-m and do-s backwards like this
what remains of his seemingly confident composure falls apart right then, his breath coming quickly, shallowly; not that he can manage any more than that, actually, given the weight pushing down against his chest. and he follows the blade with his eyes, somehow trying to sink further against the floor, as if he can, despite hijikata's floors not being made out of soft carpet material — so ultimately, backing away is useless.
— along with anything else that he could have done to avoid that.
there's a gasp, as he turns his head, and even as he watches blood soak into the sleeve of his jacket, he doesn't understand; he finds that his heart hurts along with his arm, not just because it's just been pressed down on, and he doesn't understand.
it's not a fatal injury by any means, but it hurts just as much collectively.
he looks back up at him wordlessly, for a few seconds, and he seems far more shocked than angry — that this bot would do this, with hijikata's appearance; and then, he slowly lifts his free arm to try to push the blade back out. of course, he isn't strong enough to manage that with one hand; he's not a strong sword, by any means. ]
i ask ymself this everyday
there's this moment of silence before it's interrupted with a crashing noise. the paper door for the closet gets teared down! and yes, it's real Hijikata and it definitely looked like he had a rough time. it looks like he suffered quite the blow to the head because of the blood running down the side of it and he has bruises here and there. he has gashes here and there, but by all means they aren't as fatal. so by the guess of it they had quite the tussle before the robot managed to knock him down and take his swords.
but despite everything he's been through there's no way he'd just sit there and let the robot hurt Tsurumaru? but he definitely looks tired and almost out of breath.
while this is the best time to say something heroic, it's not like Hijikata is a hero or anything. he doesn't really hesitate to take off and tackle the robot to the ground! hopefully this surprises him enough to let go of Horikawa (because damn! how disrespectful is it to use his own damn sword to hurt people he never wants to hurt?).
immediately, his hands forcefully grab the robots neck -- applying as much pressure as he can to the jugular. the robot's breath hitches and naturally, he begins to struggle. his eyes flicker towards Tsurumaru, and Hijikata already barks out a command -- ]
Hand me that sword! I'm going to finally finish this.
[ he puts more pressure onto his grip of the neck... if he holds it log enough, he'll at least pass out in 30 seconds? ]
we Hecked up
it also scares him, not knowing where hijikata is, or whether he's okay or not; all he knows is that hijikata is alive somewhere, but that doesn't do anything to ease his worry. so in these next crucial moments, he gathers up all of the hope that he has and wishes, fervently, that if a higher being exists out there, to see him one more time. but maybe, everything in the universe aligns at once, because suddenly, there's the noise of tearing paper from behind him, and then there's — ]
Hijikata...
[ — looking far more disheveled than he'd thought, but he's still too exhausted and shocked to cry — either out of joy or relief — or to feel any kind of happiness, so for now, he stares at hijikata blankly, as if it would help him process the current situation any further. but there's not a single part of him that doubts that hijikata will win over the robot; because he's hijikata, and he doesn't lose.
but the sword... yes! the sword... that much, he understands. reaching forward, he'll pluck the wakizashi off of the ground, holding it out to hijikata with his uninjured arm. ]
im so fucked up
he stands up, almost breathless, but he knew it'd be over with once he delivers this blow. he lifts the wakizashi up and brings it down with the rest of the strength he has left to decapitate the robot's head -- it worked.
it's ... silent. Hijikata can only breath, trying to calm down and catch his breath. he's tired, his legs are shaking from mere fatigue but he doesn't want to collapse just yet.
he looks over at Tsurumaru, taking a note of what injuries he had... ah man, he kind of feels bad? but he only whispers one thing to reassure him because he can see how... spooked Tsurumaru looks: ]
It's over.
ugh so am i this was a Ride
while the bot (and therefore, the head) does look like hijikata, he has to remind himself that the actual hijikata is just fine and also right in front of him, so he tears his gaze away from the head and looks back up at him.
if he says that it's over, then... he'll relax just a little, since a little is all that he can manage, for now. ]
Can you — [ from his sitting position on the ground, he holds one hand up, extending it towards hijikata. obviously, he wants more than just his hand held; he wants his entire self held, but asking for that is awkward and embarrassing and it hurts to lift both arms, so he's kind of hoping hijikata can figure it out.
plus, even tsurumaru can tell that hijikata looks as if a simple breeze could knock him over, so he might as well not keep him standing for much longer. ]
— come here?
nap time
but right... he decides to join Tsurumaru, and finally collapse on his knees next to him. he can only let out a sigh, and rub the side of his head -- noticing how it's still bleeding. geez... he's going to get the biggest headache later and the cause of it for once won't be the lack of caffeine.
he reaches over and gently picks Tsurumaru's limp arm to inspect it more closely. his words come out quietly and soft. ]
It said some awful things, didn't it. [ he pushes back some of the sleeve to uncover the skin. ] I'm sorry. I should've tried to do something sooner -- we need to wrap this up as soon as possible.
it's time to lay down and not wake up forever
I can just go in for repairs. [ as much as he doesn't want to, it'd be more efficient. but he's not going to the repair room this instant, so wrapping it up would be the right thing to do... but obviously, he's not the only one that's hurt — so he reaches to pat the side of hijikata's head with his sleeve as gently as he can. ]
You couldn't help it, though — you look worse than I do, and there's no such thing as a repair room for humans. [ if there was, wouldn't that be convenient!
but then, he lets out a quiet, awkward laugh that fails to hide any of his earlier nervousness. ]
If you hadn't shown up when you did, I think it would've... I would've... [ his laugh breaks off, and when he speaks again, his tone sounds far more hushed. ] You understand, don't you?
wtf stop that
why don't you believe in the eternal nap
no!!! nap!!!
why!! not!!!!
NO NAPS!
AAAAA WHY CANT WE NAP
not allowed :/
but we can take the eternal nap together :(
i watn to live???
but why do you want to live
[history of japan voice] can you maybe chill?
stop i dont believe in chill
sticks in fridge
no it's cold ;__;
closes fridge door
fridges only open from the outside why are you cruel???