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Chizuru always tried to find the silver lining in things. It was one of her tricks to surviving tragedy, which seemed to be plaguing her at every turn, ever since her father disappeared. Maybe retreating to Edo was the best choice in the long run. It was her hometown, after all...and who knows? Maybe her father would return home at some point between...whatever it was he was doing.

Without the streets of Kyoto, she could no longer see the phantoms of those who had fallen. They hadn't followed them to their new base, a fact which both saddened Chizuru and left her grateful. There were new squads here to be led, and there was little place for her mourning here.

Instead, she chose to focus on those who were living--or, perhaps it was better to refer to them as those who were still walking.

Speaking of silver linings...

Chizuru never quite forgave herself for not stopping Sannan from taking the ochimizu when he had. It seems that once the General Commander partook of her father's dubious elixir, it opened the floodgates for the other captains to follow his example. Heisuke...then Okita...

But his spirits seemed to have lifted. Or was he playing her the fool? Heisuke was alive, which was better than the alternative, and Okita was still bed-ridden. They never breathed a word of regretting their decision, but Sannan seemed to avoid the subject entirely, instead speaking of the future of the product, rather than his past.

It was as though his injury had never happened. She tried not to take it personally...but she'd come to enjoy serving him in whatever capacity she could, be it special meals to suit his handicap, tending to the ghost pains that came after his arm had healed...

She hadn't noticed that she'd started gravitating his direction whenever he entered her line of sight. She'd managed to find a way to be of use to everyone, save for him. It struck her as odd--and as a busy-body, somewhat unacceptable. She wasn't neglectful, so he had to be keeping her at an arm's length. Well, that was going to end, starting todaynight!

Date: 2013-02-24 04:56 am (UTC)
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Every cloud has a silver lining. Of course seeing the good in such a time was always ideal. San'nan couldn't be bothered to see it any differently. But maybe he only saw it that way because he hardly wanted his choices to make little to no difference. But he could not accept that. He could not allow himself to have become this monster just to have his efforts and time wasted. So he spent all his time working and perfecting the ochimizu till he could make an army that would be worthy of fighting alongside the shinsengumi. Locking himself away in his studies for days at a time was nothing unusual. But typically he would at least show his face at one point or another. It wasn't anything bad, but San'nan was diligent in working on his projects. It was a product of not wanting to fail the shinsengumi yet again.

He will not be made useless again, not if his new found power and knowledge had anything to say about it.

Date: 2013-02-28 02:24 am (UTC)
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From: [personal profile] makkuro
At first there is only silence from beyond the door but then the soft foot falls indicates that someone is at least there. The door will slide open with a soft whisper of motion and Sannan will be staring down at Chizuru from his position before her. His brows knit in mild consternation before easing slightly back into something more relaxed. He almost looks pained as his gaze lingers on the young woman in front of his door but it's a fleeting emotion and he returns to his normal stoic mask.

"Yukimura-kun? I'm sorry I didn't hear you outside the door. I hope you haven't been waiting too long." He gives her a soft smile before moving back inside his room, motioning her to enter if she wished. His room as usually is lined with books, which gives the air a musty but not overbearingly so, odor. And on a small section of his desk is his equipment to make more ochimizu for the ever growing army of Rasetsu. The strange and live altering liquid sat in its various vials casting a somewhat reddish glow about the room where the moon's beams hit it through the open window. He'll turn back to Chizuru then, "you're certainly out late tonight. Is something wrong?"

He knows his presence isn't always just needed for help or discerning problematic occurrences, but he has been growing distant from the others for quite sometime. He felt as if he didn't exactly belong there anymore, though he knew this to not be the case. He rather just be a threat to himself than the others as well, should he ever lose control again, it would be best if he remained at arms length towards everyone. A lonely existence to be sure but he had no one to blame but himself.
Edited Date: 2013-02-28 02:49 am (UTC)


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