【CLOSED/NSFW】☆ two idiots, one ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

[bakudanma]

 
▶ CATCH-ALL SAKAZURA SINS WITH kaihentai 

or something ...

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[kaihentai]

Hey, what's this? You were preparin' to run away without me? How mean.

[Sakamoto rubs his chin.]

Come to think of it, however! Runnin' away together sounds pretty damn romantic. Ah, sit, sit! There's no need to worry.

They're not comin' for ya, I promise.

[bakudanma]

<sub>[ drops the sandal from his mouth and slides the other one off, pushing them neatly together with the edge of his foot.

Ahem. ]</sub>

I should .. — adjust the mood in this atmosphere, then.
_{[ He clears his throat, still feeling nerves in his body. What was he planning on doing?
If you guessed dimming the lights, you're right. ]}

[kaihentai]

[Sakamoto idly watches as Zura fusses and prances about. As much as he likes to believe that they are going to get frisky, it's probably nothing of the sort. They're gonna watch a drama or something, he just knows it.]

Mood? What kind of mood?

[Blinking:]

Sentimental?

1.2

[bakudanma]

—You could say that.

_{[ Once the lighting is right, Katsura seems pleased and gives Sakamoto a look over his shoulder at him, smiling in what could best be described as playful. Was he flirting with him? Was this an attempt at being flirtatious? ]}

2.2

[bakudanma]

<sub>[ Katsura marches over to Sakamoto, looking at him with a shy smile on his face and...








a box of Jenga blocks in his hands. ]</sub>

That is, until you lose your patience when I beat you in this.
_{[ THIS WHOLE TIME THE STRESS RELIEVER WAS PLAYING JENGA. NOTHING ELSE AT ALL.
WHO PLAYS JENGA IN THIS SORT OF LIGHTNING ANYWAY? ]}

1/2

[kaihentai]

2/3

[kaihentai]

Hey, listen! Can we just say that you win? You won, yes, okayyyyyyy!

[He looks incredibly frustrated while saying all this.]

Now...

3/3

[kaihentai]

[DON't GRAB HIS HANDS SO DESPERATELY-]

There are other things we can do in the dark...

[Why is your nose bleeding? Stop???]

1.2

[bakudanma]

<sub>[ Katsura seems pleased as punch to present this game to him, though his mood falters slightly when he waves the white flag so easily.

Oh.. ]</sub>

I see.. you're right. There are other things we can also do..

2.2

[bakudanma]

_{[ holds up the game of LIFE from seemingly out of nowhere. ]}

This is how you meet your fate, Sakamoto..!
Fu hahaha!

[kaihentai]

[Unlike the other Joui, Sakamoto isn't all too bothered by Zura's bizarre shenanigans. He laughs gently, affectionately taking in his friend's enthusiasm.]

I'd love to play with you.

[Sakamoto is still cheerful, though there are bags beneath his eyes.]

How 'bout tomorrow? I'm feelin' a little tired. Is it okay if we just have a drink and talk?

I wanna be on my A-game, ahahaha! If I'm gonna lose, I wanna really lose! None of that half-assed bullshit.

[bakudanma]

_{[ you know, there is a bit of disappointment. He was in the right mood for this kind of thing, but Sakamoto raises a great point. He wants a challenge. ]}

I see.
You are fearing what is to come already. I warn you; I am very good!

Hahaa-- Sakamoto, I never expected you to shrink back from a challenge, but I suppose that makes you smart.

If you're exhausted, how about something else? A shoulder rub?

[kaihentai]

[Sakamoto's expression brightens quickly at that mention of innocent physical contact. Normally, he would think nothing of it, he and Zura have always been openly affectionate with one another, but today his heart is beating fast and his cheeks have a little more color in them than usual.

Any words or thoughts that enter his head are silenced immediately, he can't bear to deal with them right now. They're friends, just friends! Like they always have been.

Besides, this kind of thinking is stupid. Who still gets schoolboy crushes at twenty-eight?]

Sure. Yes! O-okay...

[Did he answer too quickly, or too slowly? None of this should matter at all!

Ah. There's a knock at the door.]

Should I get that? Ah. I'll get it.

[bakudanma]

<sub>[ Katsura smiles warmly at his response, shifting his hair over one of his shoulders, though not tying it off. His eyes steadily watch Sakamoto as he answers the door and he shifts to a seated position on the floor on his haunches properly.

When Sakamoto turns around, he will gesture to his right shoulder. ]</sub>

This side has been trouble, you know. Carrying the burden of countrywide reformation takes a toll on me after awhile.

_{[ son of a bitch. ]}

this is where it shifts from gintama to gay

[kaihentai]

[Sakamoto opens the door to a very polite (but obviously very uncomfortable) hotel staff member who walks in with the bottle of wine on a rolling platform. The merchant can understand that this man probably thinks himself to be in a whole lot of danger, especially considering the conversation they just had with management. So, the curly-haired star gazer nods at the employee, smiling encouragingly as he nervously pours them their drinks.]

Sure thing, Zura! You wanna sit down?

[Sakamoto jerks a thumb in the direction of the bed.]

gaytama

[bakudanma]

<sub>[ Katsura watches the room service guy as he enters, dark eyes scanning him up and down. He had to be an Amanto of some kind, or else Zura wouldn't have been left staring at him with a look of distaste on his lips, twisted into a frown without him even realizing.

Oh, he wants to move him to the bed?

Katsura complies wordlessly, keeping an eye on the butler the entire time. He sits with his knees together and his legs off the side of the bed, fingers curled into the top of the duvet. ]</sub>

[kaihentai]

[Watching a man in mild discomfort can make a person feel pretty... Well, uncomfortable. Why is he taking so long? Just pour the wine and go.

Sakamoto casually slings an arm over Zura's shoulder after he sits down, a harmless gesture in his mind. For some reason, it seems to only make the staff member leave the room in an even more hurried manner. Reaching over, the merchant begins to rub the shoulder that's farthest from him.]

You want a glass? Sorry it's not sake.

[Smiling, because he knows Zura will find this amusing:]

The sake they serve here is shit.

[bakudanma]

<sub>[ Zura huffs as he watches the Amanto exit the inn room, almost insulted that Sakamoto had to invite him inside— in his presence. It's not like Katsura didn't brush shoulders with them; he did.. a lot and it was just a reminder of the work that has to be done.

Yet, here he is skipping out on his leadership role to spend some much needed and desired attention delivered from his teenage friend. How pathetic.

He finally speaks, appearing rather haughty for a moment. ]</sub>

I believe it. They don't know anything of our culture.
_{[ Though, he looks at Tatsuma expectantly. Yes, he'll take some. ]}

[kaihentai]

[To be fair, his teenage friend is very, very attentive.

Sakamoto offers Zura a glass with his free hand, not responding at first. It's clear that he's thinking, a diplomat at heart.]

What do you know of theirs?

[Their culture.

Asked curiously, not with the intent of offending or with an accusatory tone.]

[bakudanma]

Nothing.
_{[ He is honest, at least. He takes the glass and lifts it to his lips, taking a sip and enjoying the feel as it rushed down his throat. ]}

But I am not invading their homes and trying to abolish their ways or what they hold dear to themselves.
That is what I have an issue with.

_{[ He knows of the Amanto people. They care about each other and their kind that they love. That is how they are similar to humans, and Katsura had learned that long ago when he was going to terrorize an Amanto-only restaurant. That's what he knows of them, but not their customs, culture or what they like to drink in preference over Earth drinks. ]}

No, I am defending of the ways we are proud of and what I hold dear to me and those who agree.

[kaihentai]

I know.

[Quietly.]

Zura.

[This is a loaded question, but despite having such different opinions and personalities, these two men have always gotten on very well.]

Ya think it would've been different? If the tables were turned.

[He clears his throat, to clarify.]

If we were the ones with the flyin' saucers and fancy machines, and we could-

[Sakamoto looks down at the ground, hoping that Zura will understand what he's getting at.]

Look, I'm not tryin' ta defend what they did.

[Because it hurt him too, but it's happened.]

But you really think we can just kick 'em out like that? Japan ain't what it used to be.

It's so different now.

[Earth has benefited from their technology, their medicines, their wealth.]

Even if we kick 'em out, it'll never be the same.

[bakudanma]

—Yes. I will kick them out. It won't be the same, but as it should be.
<sub>[ His answer is, unsurprisingly quick. Perhaps it was to protect his pride and the work that he had devoted himself to; throwing away his identity into something that will always and forever be tacked onto the title of "criminal." He knew this was something that Sakamoto's views have always been screwy with in his opinion, but Katsura stood firm on his passion to reform Japan back to it's old ways.

Back to the ways his sensei taught him over.

He wouldn't sugar coat it for Sakamoto and will step on his toes if he needs to. ]</sub>

Any samurai who agrees with them and finding that it is simply fine of what they are doing is a coward. Do they not realize what they are doing? They come here, with barking, but sink their teeth in our very lifestyle— what a true samurai devotes himself to. The sword, the protection of this country. No, they are cowards.

_{[ —Such as the Shinsengumi. He shuts his eyes and seals his lips over the glass, finishing off the first drink. He holds out the glass to Tatsuma, wanting more. You've got him on a topic he feels he needs more drink to discuss with you. ]}

Who do they think they are, anyway? We had an agreement with them; to open up trade. Not have our country re-positioned for their own benefit and have ourselves stripped of our culture. It makes me feel vulnerable and ashamed.

[kaihentai]

[Sakamoto raises a brow at his friend. It's true they disagree here, but he's not offended. He's more concerned with how he should word his views, how he thinks that the old ways are dead and gone, but how do you tell that to a man who clings desperately to them?

Zura's firm grip is growing looser by the day, however, he's seeing things more realistically and in color. Things aren't as black and white as they used to be and Sakamoto is proud of his friend for changing and growing as a person, instead of staying stuck in the same rut one terrible incident might have trapped him in.]

You talkin' about the dogs of the bakufu? Yeah, they're just pawns. They ain't bad guys though. I think some of 'em are just proud to have a badge.

[They're samurai from the country, with a kind leader who has his own ideals and way of keeping peace. That's what he's attempting to do, right? Keep peace.

Like Sakamoto is.]

Our issues are more complicated than that. The government's been rippin' people off for centuries, hell, that's how we are! You give any man an inch and he'll take a damn mile. Doesn't matter what kinda skin ya got, scaly, humanoid, whatever-

They've brought us things too. I know, I know it doesn't bring anyone or anythin' back-

[He has a lot of feelings about this, apparently.]

But you enjoy them don'tcha? The phones, television, even the gaming consoles or whatever... People are livin' longer. Hell, we can cast off and set sail into space! You scoff at them but you take advantage of all the stuff that's come with 'em.

[bakudanma]

<sub>[ Katsura didn't have a problem with the phones, the television, the videogames.. anything like that. He was guilty as charged to be one of those who partook in the newer, modern and even futuristic technology and found it very convenient. It's what they are doing and the restrictions they are giving on this country he had so much pride in. They are basically putting ownership on people who should only belong to their country. They are power-hungry and whittling this place dry into nothing. A country that once flourished and brimmed with bold samurai.

Katsura doesn't say anything, allowing his body to fall against Sakamoto's shoulder with the second drink in hand. Everything he had fought for many years ago was in vain, but he refused to face the facts: the war was lost and Shouyou was dead.
His voice is hushed, sounding somber. ]</sub>

If the Amanto didn't do what they've done—
_{[ Zura lifts the glass to his mouth. ]}

They would be alive.

_{[ Shouyou wouldn't have any need to be arrested. Takasugi wouldn't have any reason to be insane. Gintoki wouldn't have any reason to be killed. ]}

So don't give me that crap.

[kaihentai]

I know.

[So why has he always felt so disgusted?

Maybe Sakamoto is too gentle of a man, he's felt just as much pity for other side, watching them die in the dirt despite all the wicked things they've done. And yet still, even despite his friends chagrin and harsh words, he doesn't feel guilty.

He just feels sad.]

I just want it all ta end. I don't think fightin's the way to go about it- Not that kind.

[Sakamoto awkwardly touches the back of his neck with his injured hand.]

Not like I can anymore! But, eh.

People like you are extraordinary, y'know?

[They hardly exist, anymore.]

You believe in things. People, ideals.

The folks involved in all o' this mess, on both sides... They believe in money.

[He then embraces Zura, holding him close as if to comfort him though he knows he's only comforting himself.]

I wanna live in a world where we can all get along. Where we're all different but happy! A world where nobody has to die.

[A hollow laugh leaves his throat.]

I know that's just sounds crazy. But I'm gonna give it my all.

I'm gonna do my best to get as close as I can.

[Violence eats away at him, there's just no sense in it. Why deal in blood when you can deal in cash? One of those currencies is just too damn valuable...]

I'm sorry. I didn't mean to talk so much.