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I will.

[ He's forgiven, so why comment on it further?

Tsurumaru hops up and over, and Aki follows, bending his taller form to slip through and settle down, ignoring the glasses as he uses his metal hand to hoist himself without too much hassle. It could be worse, he thinks, and as he moves in...

The other man reaches for him, and Aki softens around his edges, letting himself be helped before he leans in to kiss Tsurumaru's forehead. ]

Thank you.

[ A glance around, then - ]

Where now?

We can enter from the office door instead maybe.

(But first... there are so many musty and dusy boxes in this little kiosk. He wants to rummage through them.)

Look!

(And he holds up some tablets for writing wishes on.)

We could leave one behind later.

Hm?

[ Aki turns, leaning over to take one of the tablets into his hand, turning it one way or the other before he tilts his head. ]

Do you have something to wish for?

[ Aki knows what his would be.

Denji's happiness. ]

I wanna write something.

(That's all he has to say. He isn't sure what he'd wish for just yet but--)

This will be my first wish here.

(All of those years listening to prayers, watching people come and go, and for the first time... he'll get to experience it, too.)

We should make it a good one, then.

[ A first wish… How old is Tsurumaru really? He’s never asked… It doesn’t really matter either.

Nodding, he takes one for himself. ]

Now, or later?

Later. I want to think of a good one.

(And maybe walking around will inspire him. He can't let his first wish go to waste. So he'll tuck it away for now for safe keeping.)

Let's go to the office. If it opens, we can probably explore the rest.

(There's just a plain wooden door, not meant to be left out to the elements. It's practically rotting on its hinges and when he goes to turn the handle... something pops. A screw falls loose and then another and another... the old lock shattering almost instantly and the door simply pushes open, )

Ah, sorry, sorry... (Is he really apologizing to the door?) Let's be careful going in...

(Who knows what else might be rotting and breaking apart inside.)

[ What counts as a 'good wish', Aki wonders? He had given up on wishing a long time ago.

Following after Tsurumaru, he can feel his lips curl into a fond smile as the door falls apart, and then he's slipping in behind him, almost protective as he looks around the room. Nothing important to see right now, it doesn't seem like, but he's also not completely sure what he ought to be looking for.

Reaching out, he takes Tsurumaru's hand again. ]

Watch where you step. Don't stand on a nail.

(As cute as ever, he thinks, and he slips his hand into Aki's naturally. He gives it a gentle squeeze and continues forward. Their footsteps creak on the wood, some planks sound more ominous than others but the flooring stands. The inside of the office is crowded with even more boxes, all filled with papers--

Calendars with dates circled on them, forms with applications for wedding and birthday celebrations. There are some robes that would have been worn by the head priest hanging over a chair. Faded and yellowed photos of past festivals, former workers, and so on line the walls and the tops of shelves and desks. It's clear the shrine had once been quite popular and loved.

Tugging Aki along, he goes over to look at the pictures,)

Look at this. (He points to a picture of the main shrine. The wood is stained a dark brown color, the brass and gold fixtures shine brightly, and though it looks old and worn, it's in good condition.) This is what it used to look like.

(Not as worn. Not as faded.)

It looks older than I remember...

(When he was last year, photographs weren't a thing yet.)

[ Aki does, at least, have the benefit of the Future: it's not a perfect skill, but it might mean he is able to dance around and dodge when it comes to falling through the floor or stepping on something that could cause pain - a handful of seconds. It'll be enough, won't it?

Aki lets himself be tugged here and there, moving with ease, curious and interested as he lets his gaze flick over what could be considered 'artefacts' now, a life long abandoned by the masses. It's familiar enough to shrines and buildings he's been to in the past that he's not too distracted, at least, and his gaze keeps getting dragged back to Tsurumaru.

He wants to kiss him, but not here. That feels odd.

Looking up at the picture, he tilts his head. He can imagine it, handsome and put together, and Aki can imagine Tsurumaru in there too, in a way. He fits, like he belongs in the image in his mind, and he nods. ]

Do you want to take some photographs here? We can print them off somewhere.

Can we?!

(The offer makes him light up, eyes bright and smile wide. The thought hadn't even crossed his mind and he looks excited and already... he thinks about how he'd want to line his room at the base with them. Just like the memories here are displayed on walls, he'd like to do the same.

But when he looks around this cluttered office,)

This isn't a good place.

(They should find somewhere bigger. A better place and he's quick to drag Aki to another door at the side which opens easily. It's unlocked and swings open into the treasure hall proper... it's dark, dusty, smells like mold, and it's eerily quiet but he doesn't seem to mind.

Ironically... he leads Aki to a room with a faded "no photographs sign" in front of it. Above the doorway, the words "TREASURE HALL" are carved into a wooden sign.)

Our implants can take them, and then we'll find a place to print them.

[ Maybe he ought to get Tsurumaru some kind of real camera, if he likes taking photographs this much. Aki's still adjusting to the modern technology here, but he can make a camera work, how hard could it be? Easy. Definitely easy.

He agrees, though; this isn't the most photograpbale, scenic place. ]

Treasure hall... Do you think we'll find something here?

[ Aki has been looking for Tsurumaru's sword, so... The possibilities... ]

I'd be surprised.

(If they could find anything in here. He doesn't really expect it but it's best to start from square one. Sliding the door open, inside... there is a large room with glass cases. At the center, there's a glass case with a diorama of the shrine's grounds. There are replicas of regalia like bells and fans and robes-- things that were easy to replace or just not valuable enough to take. Along the walls, more glass cases show faded painted screens that were too big to take and there are shelves with old dolls and charms.

But as a swordsman, Aki might notice a sword stand in one of the cases. Actually, there are a few... but no swords.

Tsurumaru also notices which is probably why he gravitates towards a case that actually has something in it,)

Eeeh, this place is so much lonelier than I remember.

[ Aki does note the lack of swords.

His own - the Curse Sword - is being held in Hammerspace for him, the glove on his hand making it a little less likely that he'll be pushed to the point of wanting to use it. He's not sure how his lifespan is going to work here and, frankly, he's been a little too afraid to approach medical staff about it, or draw the blade and attempt to speak to the Devil.

Ignorance is bliss, isn't it? But he's still counting the days. Just in case.

No swords, except the one at his side, tugging him here and there, with Aki going perfectly willingly. ]

Either bandits or LILITH took advantage of the chaos. There must have been dozens of treasures here.

Enough to fill an entire hall.

(And once, he'd been here, too.)

I can't stand people who steal from shrines.

(It's surprisingly cold, direct and sharp for someone like Tsurumaru who usually speaks so lightly or cryptically. It's like an involuntary, automatic response too, the way it just comes out and he turns his attention back to the case, looking at the dolls and charms. His hand squeezes Aki's. There's tension there.

If the treasures here are gone, he wonders what else may be missing.)

What a shame.

They're sacred places. It takes someone bold, or stupid.

[ Or both.

Aki watches Tsurumaru for a moment, and he wonders, absently. He had tried to find the sword before, in the Imperial Palace, but he hadn't found anything at all, and the idea of someone stealing this man, even in his other form... It makes him angry.

Just angry enough.

Carefully, his hand squeezes back, with careful tenderness. ]

Do you want to keep moving? We don't have to stay in here.

Someone greedy.

(Not just selfish. It's natural to be selfish, he's learned. What happened to him was an act of greed.

He looks down at their hands for just a moment... and he nods. There's no need to linger on dark thoughts. There's no need to go to such a dark place. Yes, he'd like to keep going. It's a small hall, there isn't much to really see when it's so empty inside. There's only one other room and that's the entrance hall.

Still, as they walk, back towards the entrance, he chatters,)

I used to stay here. Not here, exactly. But here.

(Not in this treasure hall. Outside.)

Mm.

[ Aki walks with him, content to be lead, to move together, to simply take in the pleasure of the shrine and the beauty of it all. It's nice to be able to just spend some time together, and he feels a little bit of warmth spread through him at the simplicity of it.

The silence is broken by Tsurumaru's words, and he tilts his head, listening.

Prepared to hear it. To take it in. To learn. ]

Did you like it here?

I was completely and totally bored here!

(Despite what he says, there's a warmth to his tone. It's like a family member calling another silly or foolish with affection or a partner complaining about an only slightly annoying quirk that they still find endearing. His time at this shrine was boring... but he seems to be fond.

It's easier leaving the treasure hall than it is to enter it. They just have to unlock the main doors from the inside and head outside.)

But new people came all of the time. I saw a lot of cute kids. And there were some fun festivals, too.

... Bored.

[ Why does Aki think that's some kind of positive? He doesn't get it, but... A boring life wouldn't be too bad a thing. Chores, cooking, taking care of the home, the people around him that he loves... He could've enjoyed that sort of thing, if he had really been able to justify retirement.

Looking around the shrine, drinking it in... Aki can imagine being happy here too. ]

What kind of festival do you like best?

The Tango Festival.

(Tango no Sekku, the old name for Children's Day which... was recent, wasn't it? Maybe this explains some things such as why he was so insisted Aki spend the day with Denji or how he'd been excitedly helping to decorate the base and pass out sweets in the time leading to and after the holiday.)

The old samurai families would bring their sons here every year and they'd pray for them to grow big and strong. They'd buy charms to protect them from evil... and the big event was the horseback archery show.

(Which might explain some of the horse motifs at the shrine.)

... But the best part was the children. They were so small and cute.

(And he's always been fond of children.)

It was once just a day for the samurai sons, but it seems it's become a day for all children now.

[ It does explain a lot.

Aki had been a little sour at first, at the idea of a day that meant so much to Tsuru being one where they didn't see each other much at all, but given the context it makes sense now. There's also something endearing about the idea of Tsurumaru enjoying seeing the children have fun, thinking they're small and cute, and it brings a smile to his own face.

Adorable.

Slowly, not able to help himself, he slips a little closer, leaning down from behind him to kiss his cheek, pressing his mouth there, sweet. It's not as if there's anyone else around, so... ]

It sounds like you had a lot of fun.

[ He likes seeing the echo of it on his features, the gentle joy it seems to bring him. ]

(Ah, he isn't expecting that. Maybe he should have when he felt Aki come closer but as usual, if he expects nothing... he'll always be surprised. He smiles and turns to kiss him in turn, quick and playful on the cheek, a little skip in his step to make sure he can reach.)

Sometimes it was fun. It really was boring most of the time, though.

(Wrapping his arms around Aki's, leaning against him as they walk even if it means slowing their steps to just a leisurely stroll,)

Did you have fun?

(With Denji?)

[ Cute...

Aki watches him with a fondness he can't disguise for a moment before he shoves it away, focusing forward instead. It still feels nice, being this wrapped up with him, the world their own and no one else's. ]

I don't think I can imagine that.

[ Boring.

Aki wishes -

Shaking his head, he glances down with a nod. ]

We had dinner together. It was good.

Good.

(That's exactly what he wanted for both of them and he holds his head up high, clearly as proud of his work as he is pleased for both of them. )

It wasn't so hard, was it?

(He's teasing... he remembers how Aki had sulked.)

It wasn't hard to begin with.

[ He just wanted to spend a day seeing Tsurumaru that happy. ]

Don't look at me like that.

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