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fencer_xExpect me to just kind of spill random Samurai Mode fic onto here over the next few days til I get tired of this show :P Also, I need SM icons like YESTERDAY.
"Shi~su~i," Saiga drawled, rolling over onto his side and propping himself up with an elbow, eyeing the man sitting crosslegged with his back to him. "Come to bed already, you've been sitting in front of that fire for the past hour."
"I told you to go ahead and go to sleep. I'd like to meditate."
Saiga rolled his eyes, flopping back with a sigh. "And how long is that going to take? I can't go to sleep with the firelight, you know. No man can."
Shisui smiled wryly, though Saiga couldn't see it, and nodded his head to indicate the figure slumbering peacefully across from them. "Is Namikiyo no longer a man, then?"
Saiga frowned and regarded his buka. "I'm not sure he ever was. Besides, Namikiyo can sleep anywhere; he was the only one able to get any rest that night we spent above the brothel in Akita."
"Perhaps you would have been able to sleep more soundly had you not availed yourself of the downstairs entertainment." Shisui reached for his water pouch, bringing the spout to his lips and dutifully ignoring any sly looks he was sure Saiga was shooting his way right about now.
"Jealous, Shisui-dono?"
"Hardly," Shisui returned far more easily than Saiga would've liked, and that seemed to be the end of that.
Saiga's frown deepened, and he pulled the thin coverlet further up over himself, draping it over his thin shoulders and turning his back to the firelight and Shisui. "It wouldn't kill you to be, you know."
"I'm sure the bushidou would say otherwise," came Shisui from behind him, as even and calm as ever, and Saiga rolled his eyes. "Good night."
Saiga closed his eyes. "Come to bed, Shisui. You'll be meditating again in the morning anyways."
"You'd do well to meditate some as well. It's calming, a respite of silence from the day's distractions."
"Yes, well, sleep is also a respite of silence from the day's distractions, you know." He rolled over just far enough to see Shisui's figure outlined in shadow against the crackling fire. "Shisui..."
The man's head dropped forward, then rose again, and after a moment he was on his feet and finally divesting himself of his kataginu and undergarments. Saiga felt a swell of victory at finally getting Shisui to sleep, and resituated himself, pulling the man's pallet closer and patting it. "Hurry and put out the fire, I'm tired."
Shisui eyed him coldly, lips pursing, but picked up a small metal bucket and sprinkled a few ladle-fulls onto the dying embers, plunging their campsite into darkness save the light from the moon above that wasn't obscured by the branches overhead. "Don't step on me," Saiga warned, "And come on, it's getting cold without the fire."
"You really are an impossible man, you realize," Shisui groused, stepping gingerly over Saiga, careful of the man's long limbs. "I should have you thrown out of the clan."
"First off," Saiga began smugly, pulling Shisui down beside him, "You'd be lost without me with Garakusha gone now. And second..."
After a long pause, Shisui wondered if perhaps the man had fallen asleep. "...Second?"
Saiga frowned in the darkness, settling his head onto Shisui's shoulder and stroking a long finger up and down the man's forearm, breath slowing into an even in, out, in, out. "...There is no clan anymore..."
"Shi~su~i," Saiga drawled, rolling over onto his side and propping himself up with an elbow, eyeing the man sitting crosslegged with his back to him. "Come to bed already, you've been sitting in front of that fire for the past hour."
"I told you to go ahead and go to sleep. I'd like to meditate."
Saiga rolled his eyes, flopping back with a sigh. "And how long is that going to take? I can't go to sleep with the firelight, you know. No man can."
Shisui smiled wryly, though Saiga couldn't see it, and nodded his head to indicate the figure slumbering peacefully across from them. "Is Namikiyo no longer a man, then?"
Saiga frowned and regarded his buka. "I'm not sure he ever was. Besides, Namikiyo can sleep anywhere; he was the only one able to get any rest that night we spent above the brothel in Akita."
"Perhaps you would have been able to sleep more soundly had you not availed yourself of the downstairs entertainment." Shisui reached for his water pouch, bringing the spout to his lips and dutifully ignoring any sly looks he was sure Saiga was shooting his way right about now.
"Jealous, Shisui-dono?"
"Hardly," Shisui returned far more easily than Saiga would've liked, and that seemed to be the end of that.
Saiga's frown deepened, and he pulled the thin coverlet further up over himself, draping it over his thin shoulders and turning his back to the firelight and Shisui. "It wouldn't kill you to be, you know."
"I'm sure the bushidou would say otherwise," came Shisui from behind him, as even and calm as ever, and Saiga rolled his eyes. "Good night."
Saiga closed his eyes. "Come to bed, Shisui. You'll be meditating again in the morning anyways."
"You'd do well to meditate some as well. It's calming, a respite of silence from the day's distractions."
"Yes, well, sleep is also a respite of silence from the day's distractions, you know." He rolled over just far enough to see Shisui's figure outlined in shadow against the crackling fire. "Shisui..."
The man's head dropped forward, then rose again, and after a moment he was on his feet and finally divesting himself of his kataginu and undergarments. Saiga felt a swell of victory at finally getting Shisui to sleep, and resituated himself, pulling the man's pallet closer and patting it. "Hurry and put out the fire, I'm tired."
Shisui eyed him coldly, lips pursing, but picked up a small metal bucket and sprinkled a few ladle-fulls onto the dying embers, plunging their campsite into darkness save the light from the moon above that wasn't obscured by the branches overhead. "Don't step on me," Saiga warned, "And come on, it's getting cold without the fire."
"You really are an impossible man, you realize," Shisui groused, stepping gingerly over Saiga, careful of the man's long limbs. "I should have you thrown out of the clan."
"First off," Saiga began smugly, pulling Shisui down beside him, "You'd be lost without me with Garakusha gone now. And second..."
After a long pause, Shisui wondered if perhaps the man had fallen asleep. "...Second?"
Saiga frowned in the darkness, settling his head onto Shisui's shoulder and stroking a long finger up and down the man's forearm, breath slowing into an even in, out, in, out. "...There is no clan anymore..."
