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Rating: PG
Warning(s): Spoilers for chapter 259.
Prompt: March 1 Samurai Deeper Kyo, Benitora/Akira: bandana - Somewhere along the journey, Benitora had become a precious friend.
Word count: 636
Like so many other things that had happened to him in the last year, befriending Benitora hadn't been in Akira's plans. Yet, here he was, allowing that fool's bandana to taint his sword. He could also feel the weight of Benitora's body as they leaned against one another, shoulder to shoulder, bodies throbbing with pain from their respective fights with Tokito and her guards. It hurt to think about moving again, even though they needed to, in order to catch up with the others. And more than anything, despite what he had said earlier, Akira ached at the thought of just how weak his body was.
He was thankful for Benitora's silence, no longer surprised at the other's strange sensitivity. He could sense that Benitora was fretting inside, forcing himself to not chew the inside of his mouth or clench his fists, least he waste what little energy he had. A few months ago, Akira would have seen this as a sign of weakness, something to exploit in battle. When they had met again in the Mibu Lands, he had seen it as a button to push, something worth a few chuckles. Now it filled him with a sort of long suffering fondness. Not enough to try and break the tension--he'd used up most of his kindness on Tokito--but he found himself placing a hand on Benitora's arm, gripping it tight enough to gain his attention.
"'Tora, please refrain from grimacing. I'm feeling quite heroic right now and you're ruining it," Akira flashed a smile at his companion, the one he normally reserved for dimwitted girls.
There was a ruffling sound as Benitora slid his hand under the bandana still gracing his head, ruffling his short hair. "What am I supposed to do when you go and pull such a hare-brained stunt?" Benitora sighed, aggravation clear as day.
Coloring slightly, Akira scoffed. "Hare-brained? No more so than you," Akira raised his sword, turning the hilt towards Benitora, making sure he could see the scrap of cloth wrapped around it. "You're the one who interrupted a fight just so you could give me a sword with a rag tied on it. Really now," Akira chuckled to himself.
"Yeah, well I don't see ya taking it off now, do I?"
Scoffing, Akira turned his head, praying he hadn't become even redder. "Only because you knotted it far too tightly."
"Well, I didn't want ya to do something stupid like throw it away just because you got a little flustered," Benitora said, easy grin on his face.
"Flustered? Me?" Akira said, knowing that he was convincing no one. Strange how this journey had taken away his ability to bluff. Though that may have also been the fault of this man, who had proven to be so canny in his perceptions. "You're conceited if you think-" Before he could fully illuminate the myriad ways in which Benitora was wrong, the other interrupted him with a loud yawn, wrapping an arm around Akira's shoulders as he stretched.
"Akira, no offense buddy, but I think I'm gonna catch a minute of shut eye or two before they remember we're over here, alright?" There was another loud yawn and for a moment, Akira was ready to work himself up into an indignant rage, but paused when he felt a yawn threaten to burst from his mouth.
Shrugging, he decided to relax against Benitora's arm and enjoy the silence, or what passed for it among the clamor of their other companions. This wasn't the life he'd had planed for himself, sitting here, letting some foolish goof ball use him as a prop. Yet, somewhere along the journey, Benitora had become a precious friend. If it meant carrying a reminder with him at all times or tolerating foolish violations of his person, so be it.
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silver_magessRating: PG
Warning(s): Spoilers for chapter 259.
Prompt: March 1 Samurai Deeper Kyo, Benitora/Akira: bandana - Somewhere along the journey, Benitora had become a precious friend.
Word count: 636
Like so many other things that had happened to him in the last year, befriending Benitora hadn't been in Akira's plans. Yet, here he was, allowing that fool's bandana to taint his sword. He could also feel the weight of Benitora's body as they leaned against one another, shoulder to shoulder, bodies throbbing with pain from their respective fights with Tokito and her guards. It hurt to think about moving again, even though they needed to, in order to catch up with the others. And more than anything, despite what he had said earlier, Akira ached at the thought of just how weak his body was.
He was thankful for Benitora's silence, no longer surprised at the other's strange sensitivity. He could sense that Benitora was fretting inside, forcing himself to not chew the inside of his mouth or clench his fists, least he waste what little energy he had. A few months ago, Akira would have seen this as a sign of weakness, something to exploit in battle. When they had met again in the Mibu Lands, he had seen it as a button to push, something worth a few chuckles. Now it filled him with a sort of long suffering fondness. Not enough to try and break the tension--he'd used up most of his kindness on Tokito--but he found himself placing a hand on Benitora's arm, gripping it tight enough to gain his attention.
"'Tora, please refrain from grimacing. I'm feeling quite heroic right now and you're ruining it," Akira flashed a smile at his companion, the one he normally reserved for dimwitted girls.
There was a ruffling sound as Benitora slid his hand under the bandana still gracing his head, ruffling his short hair. "What am I supposed to do when you go and pull such a hare-brained stunt?" Benitora sighed, aggravation clear as day.
Coloring slightly, Akira scoffed. "Hare-brained? No more so than you," Akira raised his sword, turning the hilt towards Benitora, making sure he could see the scrap of cloth wrapped around it. "You're the one who interrupted a fight just so you could give me a sword with a rag tied on it. Really now," Akira chuckled to himself.
"Yeah, well I don't see ya taking it off now, do I?"
Scoffing, Akira turned his head, praying he hadn't become even redder. "Only because you knotted it far too tightly."
"Well, I didn't want ya to do something stupid like throw it away just because you got a little flustered," Benitora said, easy grin on his face.
"Flustered? Me?" Akira said, knowing that he was convincing no one. Strange how this journey had taken away his ability to bluff. Though that may have also been the fault of this man, who had proven to be so canny in his perceptions. "You're conceited if you think-" Before he could fully illuminate the myriad ways in which Benitora was wrong, the other interrupted him with a loud yawn, wrapping an arm around Akira's shoulders as he stretched.
"Akira, no offense buddy, but I think I'm gonna catch a minute of shut eye or two before they remember we're over here, alright?" There was another loud yawn and for a moment, Akira was ready to work himself up into an indignant rage, but paused when he felt a yawn threaten to burst from his mouth.
Shrugging, he decided to relax against Benitora's arm and enjoy the silence, or what passed for it among the clamor of their other companions. This wasn't the life he'd had planed for himself, sitting here, letting some foolish goof ball use him as a prop. Yet, somewhere along the journey, Benitora had become a precious friend. If it meant carrying a reminder with him at all times or tolerating foolish violations of his person, so be it.
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