Prompts and Rules list
Sorry for the delay, here comes the general info about this year's event!
Date: 26~28th July, 2019
Theme: Dance of Seasons
Prompts:
Day 1: Promise/Snowfall
Day 2: Courage/Sakura petals
Day 3: Madness/Thunderstorm
The dual prompt list is just like a last years', the first for a day represents recurring themes of their warrior lives, and the second one fits into the event's theme. You are free to choose or mix the two.
Submissions that deviate from the prompt list are also accepted any day under Blank Sheet.
Non-romantic stories are also accepted, and will be collected under #howling wind.
Fanfiction (any length), poetry, fan art, essay, cosplay pictures, AMVs, edits, moodboards, gifs, headcanons, AU stories... you name it, your submission can be any kind of transformative work. The point is to unleash your unique imagination and have fun.
Rules:
1. Post own works only. Comissions for you can be okay, if the artist doesn't mind.
2. Use tag #okisaiweek2019 and tag the event blog (@okisaiweek) to make sure your work is found and featured.
3. Insert cut into entries that are longer (2+ pages) or not safe for work.
4. Tag nsfw accordingly, within first five tags. I know tumblr went crazy about this very recently, so please send a pm in order to ensure I know about your submission if any problem occurs with the post.
5. In case of cosplay pictures, ask permission of photographer and/or (fellow) model(s) and credit their main social media properly (artist name+link).
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Double Sword
Fandom: Hakuouki
Setting: Canon compliant, takes place some time after Dr Matsumoto’s diagnosis of Souji’s tuberculosis but before it is cristal clear for everyone in the Shinsengumi that Souji is gravely ill.
Pairing: BroTP Okisai, Angst
Dedicated to @himiko-omikami who gave me the idea and must have been wondering what happen to the fanfic I told her about. Beta-read by the lovely @fleeting-blossom-of-the-dawn (who wants Hijikata to do WHAT to Souji???)
Something wasn’t right. Saito was sure of it. Sometimes too much silence around something just increased the concern about it. And Souji’s situation was starting to be very concerning.
He had been ill for too long now. Saito suspected that Souji probably never actually recovered from what happened to him at Ikedaya, whatever that was. He had been back at his duties of course, it would have taken an event of cataclysmic proportion to prevent him from serving Kondo, but he had been resting more and more. Eventually he even started spending days bedridden, even if the word was not used.
Souji needed to rest, that was all Hijikata said. The reason for which he needed to rest was never mentioned. Saito was not entirely sure Hijikata had a clear idea of it. What he was sure of however was that Souji knew fully well what was the issue since Doctor Matsumoto’s visit, and he resented it. More surprisingly, it seemed that someone else knew about this. Someone unexpected.
“ - He would make a faster recovery if he started listening to what he is told to do, said Yamazaki who had stayed to dine with them after making his report to Hijikata.”
Saito’s eyes landed on Yukimura who twitched at the comment. No-one else seemed to have noticed her reaction but Saito had been watching her since the subject of Souji’s absence had been brought up. He wasn’t eating with them tonight and he hadn’t been for the two previous days, so someone ended up commenting on that. Yukimura had been uneasy since the beginning of the conversation but she looked a bit pained by the last comment.
“ - I have heard he is far from being a dutiful patient, isn’t he Chizuru-chan? asked Nagakura.”
It seemed to bring Yukimura back to the present. She was one of the very few persons actively taking care of Souji during his recovery so it wasn’t strange that someone would eventually include her in the conversation. However, she looked startled by the question. Thankfully for her it was Harada, probably feeling her discomfort, who answered:
“ - And it surprises you? Frankly I would be more concerned if it was the opposite. A docile Souji is not something of this world.”
Laughers followed this declaration but Hijikata, who hadn’t taken part in any of the conversation, kept having a bleak look. Yukimura was relieved not to be the center of attention anymore and she quickly lowered her gaze to her trail not to lift it again for the rest of the dinner.
Yes, Yukimura knew and she seemed adamant not to share her knowledge with anyone else. He could not blame her. The fact that she was aware of something Souji didn’t want anyone else to know about was surprising enough. No matter how it came to be, it seemed to have created some sort of balance thanks to which he allowed her to tend to him. Saito was not about to take that from Souji by finding a way to make Yukimura talk. He would have to wait.
* * *
“ - I feel better! declared Souji for the second time of the meeting.”
He did look better. His skin was less pale and his eyes less feverish. He even didn't cough once during the entirety of meeting. However, he had started to drop a bit of weight. It was barely visible, but it was there. Even the fact that Souji had spent the afternoon outside training for the first time in days could not distract Saito from this.
“ - Then why didn’t you start back training your unite today? replied Hijikata who was starting to get impatient.
- You are mean Hijikata-san. I haven’t done anything interesting in days and you would make me start by losing my time.
- Training our men isn’t a waste of time.
-When they are bad yes it is!”
This was going to keep on going. Souji had been invited to a meeting between Hijikata and Saito about an operation that was supposed to take place this very night. Anti-Bakufu activities had been noticed around a shop. After further inquiry it had turned out that said shop was a front for a depot of weapons. It had been agreed that the Shinsengumi should make a raid on the shop and neutralize all men involved. According to their information the plotters were meeting tonight.
Saito was in charge of the raid. They were determining the last details: how many men exactly he was going to take with him, or which road would they take. Saito would be leaving with a handful of men at midnight. But now that he had been made aware of the operation Souji was much more eager to take part in it than to help planning it. Of course, Hijikata would have none of it.
“ - The fact is you are still recuperating Souji. Having you out there is liability.”
Souji’s pupils went hide with shock. Hijikata could not have achieved more if he had slapped him. Numerous emotions passed on his face, indignation, pain, fear, despair, but eventually his expression settled on pure fury:
“ - I am not a deadweight! The only person making me one is you! I am fully able to cut down Kondo-san’s enemies! Do you need someone else’s opinion on this? Someone’s opinion you might actually value? Well let’s ask Chizuru! I am sure she will tell you that I am more than able to do this.”
What was absolutely certain is that Yukimura would have no choice than to agree with a Souji in that state if she valued her safety even just a little. And Hijikata’s tired expression showed Saito that he too realized that. Yet Souji was already on his feet ready to exit the room. Hijikata sighted. He was about to speak when Saito realized that nothing good would come from this conversation:
“ - I want Souji with me for this raid.”
It stopped Souji in his track. He turned toward Saito before bringing his attention back to Hijikata. There was a hint of despair on his face again. Hijikata wasn’t looking at Souji anymore, his eyes were on Saito. He was asking a question. Saito nodded.
“ - In this case fine. You can go.”
* * *
Walking at Saito’s right, Souji managed to sulk and be immensely proud of his achievement at the same time. He sulked because Saito had to step in for him to be allowed to take part in the operation but the pride of being fighting again for the Shinsengumi prevailed. Saito could see a slight grin on his face despite the darkness of the night. Well as long as he was in a good mood everything would go just fine.
They had taken eight men with them, all of them good fighters with strong nerves. Considering that Souji was here, Saito had no doubt that the operation was going to be a success. They were a bit out-numbered by the men they were supposed to neutralize but they had the surprise element and the superior talent on their side.
Finally, the shop was in sight. They stopped one street away from it. There was a weak light coming from the first floor. It was only visible in one window. Someone must have been using a lantern covered with a piece of fabric to be more discreet. From time to time the light flickered as if someone was passing in front of it. As planned, there were people in there, people who didn’t want to be noticed.
With a slight movement of his head Souji indicated a street closer to the shop. There was supposed to be another entrance there. Saito nodded and signaled to four men to follow him. Before leaving their first hiding spot Saito looked back at Souji one last time. He was not grinning anymore. He was out right smiling.
In less than a minute Saito and his men were facing the back entrance. He gestured to give the signal. A man drew a small whistle from his sleeves and blew it. The sound was almost imperceptible for someone not expecting it. Saito waited a minute. Finally, he launched the assault.
The door came down crumbling. Saito didn’t even bother announcing their intent. Indeed, there was no need. Realizing what was happening a man started screaming:
“ - Bakufu dogs!”
He drew out his sword and was on Saito in an instant. He tried slashing him vertically, but Saito only had to move to his right to avoid the blow. The man lost his footing and it was only too easy to open his stomach with a well-placed stroke. Saito left him dead on the floor.
The other ones had also stopped what they were doing and had their sword in hand. Three of them threw themselves on Saito and one of his man who had come to his side. Saito went under one’s guard and had slit his throat before the other two were even close enough to intervene. The man next to him struggled a bit with one of their opponents but he had him undone by the time Saito was sending the third one down.
Now that all his men were in the shops with him some of their opponent were starting to retreat toward the main entrance of the shop, trying to flee no doubt. Saito was himself too busy with two swordsmen to do anything about it, but he wasn’t concerned. Before any of them could reach safety, the door flung open. Souji was of course the first one to enter. He slashed one of them open with a vicious blow before the man could even conceive a strike.
With more rooms to move in and coming from both side preventing any coherent counter measure, the men from the Shinsengumi were quick to defeat their opponents. One man did manage to pass by one of their men on Souji’s side. He shoved him aside sending him on the ground but Souji was here to deal with it.
He turned toward the runaway, blocked a blow with ease and send him back several steps behind in one single violent movement. He looked like he was having fun. Seeing how easily he could counteract even the more daring of their adversaries seemed to increase his good mood even more.
Saito had to shift his attention back on his side of the fight. A man with a nearly severed right hand was coming at him with the energy of despair. Once again Saito preferred avoiding the blow and stroke back in a deadly swift motion. As his blade cut through the flesh, he heard what was for him a typical rough cough. He turned his head toward Souji at once.
He was coughing violently and forced to retreat. The sight seemed to startle even his opponents for a minute. At least up until Souji missed the entrance step and fell back. Thankfully his fall was stopped by the wall behind. His back collided with it violently, but he didn’t even seem to notice. He was still trying to stop coughing.
There was a moment of hesitation in the shop. Then, the three men still left standing on Souji’s side threw themselves at him. Souji had stopped coughing but he was trying to find back his breath and looked disoriented.
One man was on him and Souji’s face was still turned toward the floor. Saito was too far to do anything. He did hit someone with his shoulder to try reaching them anyway. In front of Souji the man raised his sword. No-one was fast enough to help him on his side either.
Souji rose up. In one masterful stroke he hit the man before he could even drive down his sword. The blow was so violent that the man was nearly cut in half from his left side to his spine. Souji had to struggle to get his sword out of the body. The other two attackers stepped back. Souji followed them and slashed them mercilessly. He wasn’t having fun anymore he was exercising retribution. They quickly followed the first one in death.
One of Saito’s men killed the last opponent on their side. Souji cleaned his sword on his sleeves, sheathed it, and sat down on the very step he had stumbled on. Saito saw him close his eyes and shiver. He let him there to rest and went with some of his men to retrieve the concealed weapons. When they would be back at the headquarter, they would have to send a messenger to inform the Aizu clan of the events of the night but, in the meantime, they couldn’t let the weapons disappear.
They managed to find everything in a bit more than fifteen minutes. In the main room the remaining men had re-arranged the body of their opponents. There had been nineteen of them. Souji wasn’t seated anymore. He was leaning against the wall with a renewed composure. He was covered in blood, like all of them, but he had a weird spot at the corner of his mouth.
“ - Can we go now?”
Saito nodded and they left in good order. Outside people, still in their night clothes, were waiting to see what happened. When they saw the men of the Shinsengumi they recoiled but none of them dared to make any sound. The patrol left them behind without a word. Only when they were out of sight did they hear the raising clamor of horrified chatter.
“ - They could show more gratitude considering all we do for them, declared Souji.
- I doubt they ever will, answered Saito.”
Souji simply hummed back and the pair fell silent. It wasn’t the case of their men. Two of them were talking at mid-voice behind them.
“ - It was one hell of a master stroke from Okita-san! Did you see? The spine was nearly entirely severed.
- And he isn’t even at the top of his form. I can’t wait to see him fight once he has completely recovered.”
Both Saito and Souji turned toward the men who went completely silent like children caught chatting during a lesson. The conversation seemed to have made Souji smile, a sad and bitter smile. Saito did not comment on it.
They finally reached the compound. The men carrying the seized weapons went to store them directly. Saito and Souji were left with the two men who had chatted in their back earlier. One of them went to Souji and said:
“ - Okita-san, Abe-san and I just wanted to wish you a quick recovery before leaving.”
The other man was vigorously nodding behind him. Souji sighted with amusement:
“ - You won’t be saying that when I will be in charge of practice again.”
The pair burst out laughing and Abe answered in a jest:
“ - No, we certainly will not!”
Then they both took their leave and left Saito and Souji alone. Souji looked confused:
“ - Were they laughing at me? he finally asked after a moment.
- No, I think they were laughing with you…”
An air of shock appeared on Souji’s face and then it was his turn to laugh. Saito had to admit that the occurrence was indeed absolutely unheard of. Finally, Souji managed to muffle his laughter and he said:
“ - Well I will let you do the report to Hijikata-san. I don’t really want to see him again tonight even if gloating to his face about still being alive is tempting.”
Saito merely nodded and Souji departed toward his room. He had only taken several steps when he turned back in Saito’s direction.
He was already half eaten by darkness to such an extent that Saito wasn’t able to distinguish the color of his haori or the blood staining it. Yet he could still see his mouth, which had found back the sad and bitter smile from earlier, and the strange stain at its corner:
“ - You don’t wish me a quick recovery Hajime-kun?
- Should I?”
Souji left a slight burst of laughter escape his mouth, something that sounded as much as a sob as it did a laugh. He turned his face toward the sky and stayed like that for a moment. Then, without adding anything else, he headed straight into the darkness letting it swallow him all.
Saito did not move. He did not stop watching Souji up until he had completely vanished.
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