[ Somehow... SOMEHOW this isn't the first dated old sword he's seen. It sticks out like a pointy sore thumb on the breakfast table, and Yato is immediately drawn to it. Like Nobu's sword, it's loved and worn... and like with Nobu's sword, Yato wonders if it's missing from some museum and the cops are tracing their way to this apartment right now.
Even so, he reaches for the sword with bare hands and thumbs it free from its sheath. The blade's edge catches his skin when he touches it, dispelling the possibility that it could just be a display sword. It's dangerous, but Yato has never been one to shy away from risk; he pulls the blade free slowly, captivated by the shine of the simple, beautiful steel.
He should put it back, but. What's a moment or two? He might never get the opporunity to hold a real sword again. He centers himself in the clearest part of the apartment and tries out a few stances from kendo. Seigan no kamae to te ura gasumi... In no kamae... Jodan no kamae...
The sword is heavier than what he's used to, unsurprisingly, but it's a good, sturdy weight. Makes him wanna swing it at something... He takes a banana and stands it up on a table, in a cheap cup. He aims carefully, tongue sticking out in concentration. Time for banana golf with a fancy sword driver--
The sword slices through the banana easily, but Yato's imperfect technique sends banana and cup tumbling across the table. Neat. Neat?? What else can he cut... Hopefully Kashuu and Yamato like fruit salad, because there's a bunch more sliced fruit coming their way... ]
[HEY DO HAVE PLENTY OF FRUIT and none of it is the smiling and dancing kind because they are Too Much for Kashuu's delicate sensibilities... So he's free to hack his way through bananas (plenty of those) and pears and kiwi. There's even a nice ripe mango sitting out, if he wants to slice 'n dice and enjoy a piece! Veggies, too - looks like someone (Yamato, it's definitely Yamato) is still doing well on the actually cooking real meals front.
Granted, he might not actually get as far into his slicing... Somewhere between practicing his stances and deciding he wants to see just how easy it is to make a refreshing summer side-dish with only a katana, he'll hear the front door's lock slide out of place...
There's no surprising Kashuu today, though. OH, NO. In fact, he busts in like he... expects someone to be in here already?! He's looking quite harried and rumpled, too, as if he'd sprinted a block back home. That may or may not be exactly what he'd done.]
I knew it—!! Your hands are way too easy to recognize!
[ What the fuck-- Yato swings the sword back to a safe position in a hurry. There's a small pile of chopped up fruit on the table and half a banana sticking out of Yato's mouth. He would be sheepish about being caught sweat-handed playing around with this live sword of Kashuu's or Yamato's, but he is more confused about Kashuu's random-yet-self-assured entrance.
Also what does he mean Yato's hands are easy to recognize. Yato in his heart of hearts knows what Kashuu means but WHAT DOES THIS PUNK MEAN!! He chomps off the banana and catches the remainder in his free hand, which he jabs at Kashuu. ]
I dare you to say that again, Michelin Bastard! You're talking nonsense! Whaddaya want?!
[RIP IN REST their fruit... But also at least they won't have to do any prepwork for a side dish for tonight's dinner! Thanks, Yato.
Anyway, as Yato jabs the banana his way, Kashuu jabs an accusing finger right back. It lacks the same comedic flair, but that's fine, since he makes up for it by being a frantic moron which is entertainment all on its own.]
Put it down already—! Your sweaty palms are the worst!
[Are Yato's hands even sweaty right now, lord... Kashuu will gripe anyway because he's just always gotta gripe about Yato. EITHER WAY THOUGH he's moving forward like he wants to snatch the blade right back.]
[ Wow don't just get all grabby with sharp weapons like that? One does not run with scissors, just as one does not lunge for swords. Said no one ever. But reflexively, Yato steps back and yanks the sword out of reach.
And yes his hands are sweaty, because it'll take more than a little reincarnation to cure this hot mess... ]
Shut up! This dank old material's just making my skin act up! What's got you so hot'n bothered, anyway?
[Somehow... SOMEHOW... Yato insulting this dank old sword gets under his skin?! But he doesn't make a second lunge for it, at least, since he does in fact value all 10 of his fingers and doesn't want to accidentally lose one in a freak live steel incident in the middle of his own kitchen with some dude with sweatbuckets for hands.
Instead, he focuses on trying to look VERY INDIGNANT... Because otherwise he'll just look embarrassed when he says--]
You touching that sword, stupid! I can feel through it, so hand it over already!
That's probably one of the weirder things he's heard in life, and he's hallucinoremembered giant flying demon fish. Yato stares at Kashuu for a moment before kind of. Punching the hilt of the sword. ]
Ow— You jerk! [RUDE AS HELL. He doesn't reach for his sword again, but he will reach out to cuff Yato in the arm that - if it makes contact - will be pretty much equivalent to Yato's punch in ... punchitude. Punchness??]
I'd say this is yours on every level now. Otherwise, it'd just be a lethal version of one of those couples' remote vibrators.
[ You know. The ones that you can control through a phone app or whatever. Why did Yato's mind go here. I don't know, but here at least he's offering the sword back to Kashuu. ]
[Talking to Yato exhausts him and makes him age at the speed of light...
Either way, he snatches the blade back, looking scandalized.]
Why's that the first comparison you make?! You're so weird! Geez... What were you even doing, anyway? Don't just go around picking up random weapons you see lying around!
[He almost asks himself something truly foolish: how does Yamato put up with this guy? But then he remembers they're both exhausting, so in the presence of each other, maybe that exhaustion just cancels itself out...]
Okay - first off, yes? Who wouldn't ignore it. And even if you didn't, why not just look at it or wait until the owner came home? If you cut your thumb clean off- [Because HE COULD FEEL THAT LITTLE SLICE, TOO.] -no one would have been here to smack a hot frying pan against it to stop the bleeding.
[Don't make him have to be the one to dispose of a bleed-out by missing thumb body, Yato.]
Second, if you're gonna eat our fruit, just use the paring knife you complete maniac.
C'mon. You saw that sword and didn't feel the slightest urge to try it out on something? You're full of it.
[ Yato sure is projecting... Also it's good to see that Kashuu has accepted that Yato is going to eat their food and now has such modest hopes as "please do it in a sane way". ]
If you didn't want anyone checking out your fancy sword, you should've put it somewhere out of sight. So? What're you planning to do with it?
[The tone here implies "because I'm not nuts like you obviously are", but he'll mercifully leave it implied and not directly said... He's said good bye to his food while Yato is around and he'll also say good bye to the notion that his direct insults will do anything outside of earning him insults right back.]
Anyway, I was just on my way out to find a comfortable case to put it in. I've been keeping it out of sight, y'know? But I took it out for like, five seconds. How was I supposed to know you'd just appear when I did? What, d'you have some sixth sense for freaky swords?
[ It was a rhetorical question, but there might be some truth there. Weird weapons just keep popping up around him? And he felt something when he was swinging that sword around. Something that made him want to keep going, in pursuit of an intangible feeling... ]
Hey, let me swing that sword around a little more. It'd be a shame to keep it stuffed in a closet.
[If Yasusada had caught wind of his freakyass sword, he's sure he wouldn't have heard the end of it... "Why is it in the closet?" "It should be out here being used!" On and on... The struggles of living with a total kendo nut.
BUT IN ANY CASE, he's not immediately shooting Yato down either, if only because he actually seems to be taking this somewhat seriously and lately in Recolle, that means Something's Up.]
—If I let you, d'you promise not to cut up anything valuable or try running away with it or something? I'll be able to find you if you do, and I'll come kick your ass.
[He won't actually since he's not 100% tied to his sword yet, but it sounds like a pretty real threat...]
[ Yato lifts an eyebrow at the Yasusada comment as if to say, "So what if I am?" But he is asking Kashuu for a favor, so maybe challenging him about it isn't the smartest move right now. He'll also refrain from looking doubtful about Kashuu kicking his ass, even if the urge is. just so strong. ]
I promise. I'm not interested in running around with a sword in broad daylight and getting arrested.
[ He... wipes his hands on his pants... before holding a hand back out for the sword. ]
[Yato, truly exercising all of his self-restraint right now...
Kashuu gives him a somewhat scrutinizing look, but he even wiped his palms off and everything! With the promise of dry hands instead of gross sweaty ones, he'll hold the blade back out hilt-first.]
Good, 'cause I'm not about to bail you out. Be careful with it, okay? I don't wanna get hurt.
[How heckin weird that his life has now led to a place where someone hitting an inanimate object can actually feel like a Real Punch. Set him free from this anime.]
[ That does sound really freakin' surreal but Yato's seen the effects of punching Kashuu's sword firsthand so yeah... yeah. He takes the sword and holds it with a bit more care than before. ]
Just stand back. Let's not find out what it feels like if you accidentally cut yourself.
[ He digs up a blank piece of paper (because he's way too familiar with this apartment) and again finds the clearest part of the apartment. He looks back once to be sure that Kashuu isn't in swinging range, takes a breath, and tosses the paper in the air.
If he focuses...
If he lets his mind go...
He can cut it.
His body moves like one far more experienced. The blade makes an elegant arc, an extension of himself as he lunges forward. It carves a line through the paper as it folds on itself mid-air, and the paper slides apart in not two, but three sections.
Yato bends to pick up a slice of paper, examining the handiwork. The edges are as clean as could be. ]
[The care is appreciated, enough that Kashuu won't even gripe at him for RUMMAGING THROUGH THEIR STUFF or swinging around blades in their apartment!! And he'll step back too, because yeah. He sure doesn't want to find that out, either.
It's what follows that really surprises him.
He knows that Yato and Yamato practice kendo together, so he knows Yato's got to be good, but this? The elegance, the quickness, as if Yato's hands were made to wield live steel? It's a little unreal - kind of like actually being able to feel the cleanness of the cut and understand on an entirely bizarre level exactly how impressive that was.
He ends up folding his arms over his stomach in a reflexive move of uncertainty, shuffling forward a little as Yato's picking up the paper, though he doesn't need to look to know the edges are neat.]
[ Yato turns toward Kashuu and rubs the back of his head in possibly the worst approximation of modesty you'll ever see. ]
Teehee, I dunno! I guess I'm a natural!
[ He really doesn't have an explanation, other than to say that he felt like he'd be able to do it, so he did it. Maybe this is what they call talent! ]
What did it feel like? Is it fun getting swung around?
[ cuz he will swing this sword around for as long as Kashuu lets him, make no mistake ]
[WHY IS YATO THIS WAY immediately ruining all of the awe and respect Kashuu had for him! For like, two seconds!!
Anyway, for the other question--]
...It's kinda hard to describe. It's weird? But it doesn't feel... as weird as I thought it would, I guess.
["Unfamiliar" is the word he's looking for here... It doesn't feel as unfamiliar as it should which is like ten kinds of weird. EITHER WAY, he won't take his blade back just yet because there's something else he wants to see.]
Wait right there.
[And away he goes!! Only to come back holding an awful meme pillow... Any one, pick your poison.]
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Even so, he reaches for the sword with bare hands and thumbs it free from its sheath. The blade's edge catches his skin when he touches it, dispelling the possibility that it could just be a display sword. It's dangerous, but Yato has never been one to shy away from risk; he pulls the blade free slowly, captivated by the shine of the simple, beautiful steel.
He should put it back, but. What's a moment or two? He might never get the opporunity to hold a real sword again. He centers himself in the clearest part of the apartment and tries out a few stances from kendo. Seigan no kamae to te ura gasumi... In no kamae... Jodan no kamae...
The sword is heavier than what he's used to, unsurprisingly, but it's a good, sturdy weight. Makes him wanna swing it at something... He takes a banana and stands it up on a table, in a cheap cup. He aims carefully, tongue sticking out in concentration. Time for banana golf with a fancy sword driver--
The sword slices through the banana easily, but Yato's imperfect technique sends banana and cup tumbling across the table. Neat. Neat?? What else can he cut... Hopefully Kashuu and Yamato like fruit salad, because there's a bunch more sliced fruit coming their way... ]
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Granted, he might not actually get as far into his slicing... Somewhere between practicing his stances and deciding he wants to see just how easy it is to make a refreshing summer side-dish with only a katana, he'll hear the front door's lock slide out of place...
There's no surprising Kashuu today, though. OH, NO. In fact, he busts in like he... expects someone to be in here already?! He's looking quite harried and rumpled, too, as if he'd sprinted a block back home. That may or may not be exactly what he'd done.]
I knew it—!! Your hands are way too easy to recognize!
[HEY HI WHAT'S UP here's Kashuu making no sense.]
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Also what does he mean Yato's hands are easy to recognize. Yato in his heart of hearts knows what Kashuu means but WHAT DOES THIS PUNK MEAN!! He chomps off the banana and catches the remainder in his free hand, which he jabs at Kashuu. ]
I dare you to say that again, Michelin Bastard! You're talking nonsense! Whaddaya want?!
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Anyway, as Yato jabs the banana his way, Kashuu jabs an accusing finger right back. It lacks the same comedic flair, but that's fine, since he makes up for it by being a frantic moron which is entertainment all on its own.]
Put it down already—! Your sweaty palms are the worst!
[Are Yato's hands even sweaty right now, lord... Kashuu will gripe anyway because he's just always gotta gripe about Yato. EITHER WAY THOUGH he's moving forward like he wants to snatch the blade right back.]
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And yes his hands are sweaty, because it'll take more than a little reincarnation to cure this hot mess... ]
Shut up! This dank old material's just making my skin act up! What's got you so hot'n bothered, anyway?
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Instead, he focuses on trying to look VERY INDIGNANT... Because otherwise he'll just look embarrassed when he says--]
You touching that sword, stupid! I can feel through it, so hand it over already!
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dude what
That's probably one of the weirder things he's heard in life, and he's hallucinoremembered giant flying demon fish. Yato stares at Kashuu for a moment before kind of. Punching the hilt of the sword. ]
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Why's that your first reaction!?
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[ But whatever. Also, ignoring that question. ]
That's weird. Are you supposed to be "one with your sword" or some hokey bullcrap?
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[That's the kind of stuff his weeby roommate is into?!]
It's not even mine. I mean, it's mine, but Retrospec gave it to me.
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[ You know. The ones that you can control through a phone app or whatever. Why did Yato's mind go here. I don't know, but here at least he's offering the sword back to Kashuu. ]
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Either way, he snatches the blade back, looking scandalized.]
Why's that the first comparison you make?! You're so weird! Geez... What were you even doing, anyway? Don't just go around picking up random weapons you see lying around!
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[ Clearly!! What else does one do in this day and age when presented with a sword. Haven't you ever played Fruit Ninja. ]
If someone leaves a sword lying out in the open, I'd say that sword is fair game. What do you expect me to do? Ignore it?
[ Dumb. What a dumb idea. ]
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Okay - first off, yes? Who wouldn't ignore it. And even if you didn't, why not just look at it or wait until the owner came home? If you cut your thumb clean off- [Because HE COULD FEEL THAT LITTLE SLICE, TOO.] -no one would have been here to smack a hot frying pan against it to stop the bleeding.
[Don't make him have to be the one to dispose of a bleed-out by missing thumb body, Yato.]
Second, if you're gonna eat our fruit, just use the paring knife you complete maniac.
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[ Yato sure is projecting... Also it's good to see that Kashuu has accepted that Yato is going to eat their food and now has such modest hopes as "please do it in a sane way". ]
If you didn't want anyone checking out your fancy sword, you should've put it somewhere out of sight. So? What're you planning to do with it?
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[The tone here implies "because I'm not nuts like you obviously are", but he'll mercifully leave it implied and not directly said... He's said good bye to his food while Yato is around and he'll also say good bye to the notion that his direct insults will do anything outside of earning him insults right back.]
Anyway, I was just on my way out to find a comfortable case to put it in. I've been keeping it out of sight, y'know? But I took it out for like, five seconds. How was I supposed to know you'd just appear when I did? What, d'you have some sixth sense for freaky swords?
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[ It was a rhetorical question, but there might be some truth there. Weird weapons just keep popping up around him? And he felt something when he was swinging that sword around. Something that made him want to keep going, in pursuit of an intangible feeling... ]
Hey, let me swing that sword around a little more. It'd be a shame to keep it stuffed in a closet.
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[If Yasusada had caught wind of his freakyass sword, he's sure he wouldn't have heard the end of it... "Why is it in the closet?" "It should be out here being used!" On and on... The struggles of living with a total kendo nut.
BUT IN ANY CASE, he's not immediately shooting Yato down either, if only because he actually seems to be taking this somewhat seriously and lately in Recolle, that means Something's Up.]
—If I let you, d'you promise not to cut up anything valuable or try running away with it or something? I'll be able to find you if you do, and I'll come kick your ass.
[He won't actually since he's not 100% tied to his sword yet, but it sounds like a pretty real threat...]
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I promise. I'm not interested in running around with a sword in broad daylight and getting arrested.
[ He... wipes his hands on his pants... before holding a hand back out for the sword. ]
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Kashuu gives him a somewhat scrutinizing look, but he even wiped his palms off and everything! With the promise of dry hands instead of gross sweaty ones, he'll hold the blade back out hilt-first.]
Good, 'cause I'm not about to bail you out. Be careful with it, okay? I don't wanna get hurt.
[How heckin weird that his life has now led to a place where someone hitting an inanimate object can actually feel like a Real Punch. Set him free from this anime.]
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Just stand back. Let's not find out what it feels like if you accidentally cut yourself.
[ He digs up a blank piece of paper (because he's way too familiar with this apartment) and again finds the clearest part of the apartment. He looks back once to be sure that Kashuu isn't in swinging range, takes a breath, and tosses the paper in the air.
If he focuses...
If he lets his mind go...
He can cut it.
His body moves like one far more experienced. The blade makes an elegant arc, an extension of himself as he lunges forward. It carves a line through the paper as it folds on itself mid-air, and the paper slides apart in not two, but three sections.
Yato bends to pick up a slice of paper, examining the handiwork. The edges are as clean as could be. ]
Not bad...
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It's what follows that really surprises him.
He knows that Yato and Yamato practice kendo together, so he knows Yato's got to be good, but this? The elegance, the quickness, as if Yato's hands were made to wield live steel? It's a little unreal - kind of like actually being able to feel the cleanness of the cut and understand on an entirely bizarre level exactly how impressive that was.
He ends up folding his arms over his stomach in a reflexive move of uncertainty, shuffling forward a little as Yato's picking up the paper, though he doesn't need to look to know the edges are neat.]
...How did you even do that?
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Teehee, I dunno! I guess I'm a natural!
[ He really doesn't have an explanation, other than to say that he felt like he'd be able to do it, so he did it. Maybe this is what they call talent! ]
What did it feel like? Is it fun getting swung around?
[ cuz he will swing this sword around for as long as Kashuu lets him, make no mistake ]
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[WHY IS YATO THIS WAY immediately ruining all of the awe and respect Kashuu had for him! For like, two seconds!!
Anyway, for the other question--]
...It's kinda hard to describe. It's weird? But it doesn't feel... as weird as I thought it would, I guess.
["Unfamiliar" is the word he's looking for here... It doesn't feel as unfamiliar as it should which is like ten kinds of weird. EITHER WAY, he won't take his blade back just yet because there's something else he wants to see.]
Wait right there.
[And away he goes!! Only to come back holding an awful meme pillow... Any one, pick your poison.]
Can you cut this?
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When comes back with the pillow, Yato makes a face... He remembers those godawful pillows from the Wolf yard sale. ]
You actually bought one of those?
[ He will gladly destroy it. Give it here... ]
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that was the worst edit lmfao
I DIDNT EVEN NOTICE im laughing
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