An oni is only as docile as it allows itself. Shuten has enjoyed this scuffle, this violently bitter match of wit without strengths. Shinobu isn't so stupid as to think she'll continue to show her belly like this— or in this case, continue to stay on her back and croon sweet nothings beneath her.
Hot in the face, chin and lips damp, Shinobu's eyes narrow at those words. She realizes it's too late when that reddened mouth widens its grin.
She should have gotten up and walked away—]
You— [The word is a breath sucked through her lips, a bracing as their positions are soon reversed and Shinobu finds herself—
—with her back on the floor.] Ugh!
[Her hands take hold of Shuten's shoulders— already pushing, two human appendages attempting to push a boulder. It had been years since she had done exactly that but now everything she had learned combusts, goes up in smoke in the face of those glowing feline eyes.
After a beat, Shinobu feels herself seething.]
Make me your's...? You're deranged!
[Should have left this oni and put her out of her misery, should have killed her when she attacked that youkai, should have simply killed her before! Why—
Why have things come to this!]
If you think— [Her throat undulates and words end. Her large, piercing eyes follow the oni's every movement— look through her for any sign of deadly intent, any hint that any second now she'll flash her fangs and tear at her throat.
When those lips touch down, she goes still.
You have to live with this.
Kochou Shinobu.
Her hand pushes.
It shoves— pushing the oni away so she can deftly slide out from underneath. Black strands of wayward hair stick to her skin, blood dots the dark collar of her uniform. She's already a mess... but she can endure instead of staying here a second longer. Shinobu fluidly rises, dusts off her haori once—
—and hears something clatter gently to the floor before Shuten.
The little frowning oni with the club lies face up. She had completely and utterly forgotten about it until this moment— hadn't even realized she had pocketed it before running into Shuten. Now she stares down at it, her expression unreadable.
...
She turns away.] Looks like you'll need to wait for the rain to let up... hm?
[Her words rise with that same genial clarity from before. A pale hand tugs her haori closer to her person and her chin turns a slight fraction towards Shuten.]
Good night for now, Shuten-san.
[The masks which hang silently upon the walls— silent observers— rattle as a gust of wind whips about the room once and leaves nothing in its take.
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An oni is only as docile as it allows itself. Shuten has enjoyed this scuffle, this violently bitter match of wit without strengths. Shinobu isn't so stupid as to think she'll continue to show her belly like this— or in this case, continue to stay on her back and croon sweet nothings beneath her.
Hot in the face, chin and lips damp, Shinobu's eyes narrow at those words. She realizes it's too late when that reddened mouth widens its grin.
She should have gotten up and walked away—]
You— [The word is a breath sucked through her lips, a bracing as their positions are soon reversed and Shinobu finds herself—
—with her back on the floor.] Ugh!
[Her hands take hold of Shuten's shoulders— already pushing, two human appendages attempting to push a boulder. It had been years since she had done exactly that but now everything she had learned combusts, goes up in smoke in the face of those glowing feline eyes.
After a beat, Shinobu feels herself seething.]
Make me your's...? You're deranged!
[Should have left this oni and put her out of her misery, should have killed her when she attacked that youkai, should have simply killed her before! Why—
Why have things come to this!]
If you think— [Her throat undulates and words end. Her large, piercing eyes follow the oni's every movement— look through her for any sign of deadly intent, any hint that any second now she'll flash her fangs and tear at her throat.
When those lips touch down, she goes still.
You have to live with this.
Kochou Shinobu.
Her hand pushes.
It shoves— pushing the oni away so she can deftly slide out from underneath. Black strands of wayward hair stick to her skin, blood dots the dark collar of her uniform. She's already a mess... but she can endure instead of staying here a second longer. Shinobu fluidly rises, dusts off her haori once—
—and hears something clatter gently to the floor before Shuten.
The little frowning oni with the club lies face up. She had completely and utterly forgotten about it until this moment— hadn't even realized she had pocketed it before running into Shuten. Now she stares down at it, her expression unreadable.
...
She turns away.] Looks like you'll need to wait for the rain to let up... hm?
[Her words rise with that same genial clarity from before. A pale hand tugs her haori closer to her person and her chin turns a slight fraction towards Shuten.]
Good night for now, Shuten-san.
[The masks which hang silently upon the walls— silent observers— rattle as a gust of wind whips about the room once and leaves nothing in its take.
Shinobu is gone.]