first division captain; okita souji; 沖田総司

“You know, mundane-chan…”

Okita’s eyes narrowed on the young woman, a strange meld of boredom and annoyance having flickered in his expression as he spoke. Unamused? To say the least, and he had no qualms in letting her now.

“It’s getting pretty boring. If you think you’re going to just forget about us again—”

“…You’ll kill me, right? I know.” She let out a sigh, defiant in the face of someone who she knew was very much good for his word. At the very least, she wasn’t lying. She knew it, and she meant what she’d promised. There was no intent to run away or disappear.

There were just… distractions. Not terribly important ones, but they’d kept her from being able to focus.

“Can’t you just… wait a couple of days? Really, Okita-san!! I’m definitely going to when I feel better.”

“…Better? Or when your hand is completely molds in the shape of that Playstation controller and your eyes are going to shoot lasers?”

The only thing worse than dealing with one Okita was dealing with two. And that was what she had facing her. Neither was amused, though one clearly understood the situation better than the other.

“Really, you’re ignoring us to try and get a platinum trophy? What a weird girl, hahaha!”

………And as condescending as ever, of course. Not that it mattered in the least, neither Okita was going to let it slide.

“Well, it doesn’t really matter. Hurry up, because if you don’t get back to this soon…”

“…We really will kill you this time.”

Mun is a bit under the weather, which is a bit of a distraction. Drafts will definitely be posted by the end of the weekend and I’d love to get some other stuff running too, if anyone wants to do stuff.

Open/closed starters would be cool with me, if anyone’s got any ideas and wants to start something, you can just tag me into it and I’ll hit it asap.

No drafts left behind! No drafts left behind!

Just a sorta heads up that I’ll be slow on my lengthier threads for a couple of days while I take care of some offline stuff. Nothing big/problematic, just distracting. I’ll still be checking stuff and probably joke/crack replying in the meanwhile.

I’m not disappearing again though, but I don’t want to leave anyone hanging!!

tea-coloredwallflower replied to your post: // Um, would it be all right to ask Okita-san’s mun everything within the listing? I’d like to get to know you. u/////u

You’re so pretty! owo

chizuru-yukimura-oni:

“That’s not what I meant at all!..well…” She blurted out quickly.

Chizuru looked over from the corner of her eye and was completely embarrassed with realization that this was another one of Okita’s tricks. She expected Okita would tease her as soon as they’d meet again but she didn’t think it’d come so quickly. Chizuru gave out a small giggle and felt a warm feeling.

“You haven’t changed at all, have you Okita-san?” 

“Relax, relax!” He managed to utter the words between his laughter, thoroughly amused with Chizuru’s reaction. It was expected, of course, and she’d played right into his hands in the way she always had.

At the very least, it was firm confirmation that she hadn’t changed, either. “I was only kidding. Really… you couldn’t tell?”

After a minute, his laughter began to subside, and it faded to comfortable amusement. “Anyway, I guess it’s not important. Did you really think I’d change just because I was away for a bit?”

kosuzu-shizu:

Pursing her lips, Kosuzu turned on her heel- and wobbled slightly, considering the lack of support given by her geta- just to be faced with his smug grin. Ugh… why could she not have kept her mouth shut. True, part of her was pleased that her comment had actually reached him, yet another, a more realistic part of her scolded her naivety. Had she not learned from past encounters? Did she not know deep down that there was no arguing with this man? At least not the kind of arguing that would leave her on the winning side…

“If that is how Okita-han chooses to understand it, then what can I do to change your mind?” She straightened her posture and gently folded her hands over one-another. His posture was relaxed, yet his piercing eyes spoke focused on her with a strange tension… like a cat ready to jump and sink its claws into a mouse. Well, she would not be that mouse! She had to make herself look as strong as she could if this cat was to go hungry.

“All I meant to note was, how rash it seems for a noble samurai to slander his comrades and their efforts, when he was not even there to witness their struggles himself.” She did her best to keep her voice low, however she could not keep the poison from them. Whether he had ‘pulled his weight’ wherever he had been, she could not tell and honestly cared little for. But his hypocrisy was just too infuriating to keep quiet…

“I wonder…”

For a brief moment in time, it almost seemed like he wasn’t even paying attention to what Kosuzu was saying. Perhaps not that he was writing her off, or deliberately ignoring her, but more so that he was too caught up in his own thought process and agenda to be bothered.

Of course, that wasn’t the case at all. His pause, was in fact, thought out and dramatic, his expression seeming to consider something. But it wasn’t that he was trying to formulate a response, either, which made the pause nothing short of a confusing one for anyone who may have been observing it closely.

As quickly as that moment came, however, it was gone. The moment had been a fleeting one that passed with breeze, and now all that was left was a  smirk, a sharp expression and and even sharper tongue.

“…Are all maiko as nosy as you? That must be bad for business. It’s too bad, really, you could have made a good investigator…”

Not, of course, that a woman would have been formally permitted to join the Shinsengumi’s ranks. Their honor was held on their rules — even if they’d been quietly broken. Things like that were neither here nor there, though, lined with technicalities that he wouldn’t dare speak of.

He let out a chortle, his expression still lacking any matching qualities to his stance. It had fallen into a relaxed state: aware, but far from confrontational. He was in his home territory, surrounded by allies and with little reason to be concerned. Besides, being so drained from the sunlight meant it was more than enough work to continue on as normal. Okita really wanted little more than to report in and the retire to his quarters until nightfall, where he could resume his duties as normal.

One thing at a time, though.

After a moment, he heaved a sigh, disinterested lining his features. He was flippant as he waved a hand, the motion matching the sentiment, complementing in, in a way.

“Anyway, I don’t really care what you meant. It’s probably a waste of time to get angry about it too. I’m not really interested in proving to you why I said those things, or how much work I’ve done. And besides… I’m sure you’ve got plenty better things to do than fight with despicable samurai, right?”

The last sentence had a venomous bite to it, a clear message to Kosuzu that he hadn’t forgotten than encounter many months ago. It was little secret to him that she had a distaste for samurai, the Shinsengumi included, despite their intention and despite where they lay on the social status bar: as outcasts to the people, the nobles, and the military alike.

zikzins:

and then there’s this asshole: the okita souji story

crayonshinpachi:

If there was one good thing about the end of the week it was that Shinpachi didn’t have to teach in the last period.Sometimes it was just too tiring to teach at that hour and I didn’t help that half his students didn’t really want to pay attention to his lessons.

A sudden yawn escaped his mouth as he stared out the window of the teachers office. There was a frown on his face and that only was because of the amount of tests he had to grade. His red pen did quick work on the one he was currently grading. He sighed as he placed the 10 on the paper. It was annoying to see his students not do so well but this particular student  didn’t pay to much attention during class. It was only natural. Still..he felt somewhat guilty! It was his job to make sure that they actually learn but math wasn’t the simplest subject for most students.

The bell chimed. It was the end of the day but not for him. Getting up from his desk, Shinpachi collected the desks and put them in a folder. He would just grade them from home…or an even better idea was to just grade them later. He deserved a break as well! Maybe Sano would want to catch a few drinks with him.

With a grin he left the room. Beer and some good fried snacks and maybe even a lady would just make his weekend. The sudden sound of someone running caught his attention and looked to his side. Well look who it was. He reached out and pulled on the back of the boys sweater. “Isn’t there a rule that you shouldn’t run in the hallways, Souji?” 

“—Oogh!”

The switch from running at top speed to i’m trying to move but my legs are stuck in one place was jarring enough for Okita, but it was the fact that it was coming at such an inconvenient time that made the situation endlessly frustrating to him.

It was something he brought on himself to some extent; being a smartass and talking back to faculty while skirting rules and regulations wherever he could made him something of an easy target when he did something so overtly against the policies of the school. Maybe he wasn’t as bad as some others — he got good grades, attended kendo club dutifully, and tended to his other duties — but there was little denying his attention-seeking rebellious streak that had given him something of a reputation.

Not helpful at the moment, though, to say the least.

“Ahaha, is there? I guess I must have forgotten, Nagakura-sensei. Since class is over for the day, and all.”

Bullshit. One-hundred percent bullshit. Souji did his best to force out a laugh and feign a smile — if his best was considered not really trying at all. When the stakes were high, or the information personal, he could feign well enough that very few could see through him. He wasn’t like Heisuke, who managed to get himself in more trouble with bad excuses. But unlike his classmate, there was little that was genuine in his attempt.

He only cared about getting ‘caught’ because it was hindering him from his business, which caused his tone to be laced with obvious mockery and sarcasm.

Well, at least it wasn’t Hijikata-sensei, or it would probably be infinitely more annoying. Okita found himself grateful for that.

“Anyway, I have somewhere to go now… And you’re going to stretch my sweater out if you don’t let go,” The excuse slipped from his mouth effortlessly, the truest indication of his ability to get out of a jam. “I don’t think Kondou-sensei and Hijikata-sensei would like hearing that the reason my uniform looks like I pulled it out of the garbage is because you damaged it.”

“…Right?”

chizuru-yukimura-oni:

“Okita-san?..”

A familiar face appeared, she rushed over towards his side. 

“Its been a while, you’ve returned from your duties?”

“Ah… Chizuru-chan.”

He was quick to regard her with a nod. It was true, that he hadn’t seen her at all in the last while; even with having returned from Edo, the opportunity hadn’t presented itself until then.

Of course, he noticed the speed of her movements, how eager Chizuru was — full of energy… and some sort of visible pleasure at his return. For Okita, that meant there was only one way to really respond.

“Mmm, that’s right. It certainly has been a while…”

“…Could that mean you’ve missed me while I was away, then? Ahaha, that’s pretty forward of you!”

Only one way, in Okita’s eyes, meant going right for the jugular and teasing her. The intent wasn’t ill, of course, but as always, he had little qualms with taking a very innocent, reasonable situation and flipping it to be something more compromising than it truly way.

elegant-vice:

In a sense, she wasn’t afraid of most things. Her pride as a ‘monster’ so affectionately by the folklore and tales of her people would allow it. Not many realize that she lived amongst them poising as a simple high-ranking geiko.

She had no valid reason to treat them in such a poor mannerism despite Kazama’s group meddling. With no true alliance to anyone particular, she was more thankful for the Shinsengumi. They make her job on both sides of the coin. But they were so closely associated with a particular precious friend of hers. If only, she hope that they would seek peace without causing her turmoil.

Something will have to change.

Her steps ceased once more as she listen to him. Golden eyes fixated on the brunette as she smiled at him. Pools of brief sadness filled as she looked at the bushi with such interest now, “If this is the case, with the rate at how things are changing there will be a lot of lost.”

An assumption. It was suspicious; however, the Geiko didn’t a lot of observing. “I hope the Shinsengumi clears it up soon so there can be peace. I’ve met quite a few members of your group, I am fond of. As well as people associate with you.” There was a lot of hope and dreams riding on their actions,

“You can’t gain something without losing something else, though.”

His words seemed to flow naturally, thoughtfulness and cynicism blending together to form some sort of indistinguishable emotion. Really, it amounted to nothing more than a simple truth — as far as Okita had ever been able to see, there was a give-and-take to everything. Every situation, every circumstance. It wasn’t always fair, nor was it equal…

…And in the case of something on the scale they were looking at, it would undoubtedly skirt the line of fairness. With only tensions rising, he’d seen too many of his own men fall prey to the various situations that they faced. Sometimes it was injury or illness, sometimes it was a loss of life.

Okita himself had give up a lot just to keep fighting. Illness came, it sat deep within him, masked by the humanity he’d given up to become a rasetsu. He had little regret for the decision he’d made, of course, but it wasn’t without sacrifice in more ways than he could really verbalize. Not that he ever would, especially not to a stranger. Those losses were a burden he would keep to himself whenever possible; the stakes were too high all around the board to reveal them so easily.

“Really, though, I wouldn’t worry too much if I were you,” As naturally as he’d spoken just moments earlier, Okita’s tone of voice shifted completely. Gone was that hard edge of concern, and in it’s place was a more relaxed and casual sounding response.

It wasn’t truly casual, of course; anyone with an ear for tone (or those who knew Okita well enough) would recognize the slight edge it carried. Perhaps it wasn’t a belief that anyone should worry — after all, the civilians were the ones who should have been involved the least when trying to sort out a messy political situation — but that it still meant concern should be paid to the situation. Letting one’s guard down was dangerous at any turn, and there was very little telling what would happen next.

Would things be resolved peacefully? Would all out war break in the middle of city? It seemed as if the latter was inevitable, but there was little telling when that would be. The pressure was constantly rising, putting cracks in the foundation and it was only a matter of time before they broke. But there was no way to predict just what would make that all happen.

…Letting that be known too deeply to the uninvolved, when Okita himself didn’t know all that well wasn’t for the wise. So instead, he opted to shrug his shoulders and let the smirk tug at his lips.

“You trust in the Shinsengumi after all, right? We won’t be defeated so easily, so there’s no reason to worry all that much..”

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