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DUHDUHDUH TOO LAZY TO USE LYRICS

[HEY TSUYU. Your master is bored and irritated. It's a month or so into that six month period of being his Shi-chan, and Raikou's been an awful pain. It isn't constant torment, simply because he's also a busy young man, but when he has time and inclination, he's generally terrible. Now is one of those times. He just finished talking to his superiors, and he's tense as a spring when he comes looking for his tree.]

Oi, Shi-chan! Where'd you get off to?

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[He has the good sense not to answer, sidling just a little further out of sight behind the shed he just so happened to be passing when he first heard Raikou's voice.

It won't stop the human for long, of course, not if he really has it in his head that he wants Shitsuren now. An order will send him running, however begrudgingly, and he can't get far enough away to avoid hearing one, not with the sharpness of his senses.]

[He keeps saying it: that he'd like it if Shitsuren would listen to him without being expressly ordered. But it isn't working out that way, at least not yet, and he does have to admit that the insistence on resisting is rather attractive.

Still, he's an impatient brat, so his amusement won't hold off his demands.]

Shitsuren! Come here!

[He's making every show of resistance that he can, when he can.

It never amounts to much, though, as is demonstrated by the way his body goes against his wishes at the sound of his name, not stopping until he's reached Raikou's side in a few inhumanly quick strides.

Shitsuren glowers.]

What?

Oh, there you are!

[He perks up visibly at the sight of his pet tree, though there's still a dangerous, tightly-wound strain in the way he's holding himself. He doesn't often get seriously ticked off -- throwing a spoiled fit is common, but not this kind of dark and deeply unpleasant anger. It hints at things beyond his selfish, cruel exterior, but it only hints. For all intents and purposes he's the same as ever, cheerful and threatening with his smile.]

I'm bored, Shi-chan. Everyone else is busy, so how about you entertain me?

[He doesn't like that tension he can see in Raikou's body, the tension he can practically feel thrumming in the air. It unnerves him. And anything unnerving about Raikou is likely to be much, much worse than it seems.

Shitsuren hates that it's all he can do to edge away imperceptibly, trying to put any distance at all between the human and himself. But he still can't keep control of his tongue.]

That's the last thing I'd want to do.

You don't have to be such a bore, y'know!

[He huffs, reaching out to pluck a stray leaf out of Shitsuren's hair. Ah, late autumn. What a mess.]

You really don't want to push me today, Shi-chan. If you just behave yourself I won't have to take too much out on you.

[He flinches at the movement, bristling. But there's a nasty smirk in place, despite the situation.]

Oh? Did someone upset the little brat? How unusual.

Sometimes I think you're a masochist, Shi-chan.

[He smile widens, in that most terrifying of ways. Yes, he's angry, truly angry, so that instead of stomping and fussing he's just backhanding the demon in front of him without hesitation. He's not playing, today. It's got no finesse. He just wants to break something.]

[He's opening his mouth to protest when Raikou strikes, the lack of warning and brute force behind it sending him reeling. Shitsuren staggers, regains his balance, and puts a hand to his cheek testingly, eying Raikou with a sort of shocked incredulity.]

So I'm right.

What, you're surprised? I'm flattered you think so highly of me, really, but yes. There are people in this world that piss me off.

[And Shitsuren is bordering on becoming one, at least temporarily. He just wants to lash out like the spoiled rotten child he is, so he's going to take the tree's wrist in a tight grip and drag him off towards that insulated shed.]

It isn't-

[He cuts himself off with a sound of strangled rage when Raikou grabs him, and digs his feet in as much as he can (just enough to hinder, not enough to stop). But he'll fight where he can, and he won't ever let Raikou forget it.]

If you're going to take it out on me anyway I see no reason to make it easier for you.

If you didn't fight so much, you'd get hurt less. We could have just played an innocent game, hm? But of course, you're stubborn.

[It's just funny to him, how strong Shitsuren's pride is. He doesn't know if he can break it, and that's what's fun. So once he's pulled him into the shed, he immediately throws him to the floor. He needs to get said door latched, after all.]

'Innocent game' my-

[And then he's hitting the floor, scrambling quickly to get upright again, to gain some distance between himself and the human with the few precious seconds it takes to latch the door.

It won't help, but it'll make him feel better, at least for a little while.]

You never give me the chance to do anything mundane, Shi-chan. You're always instantly hostile!

[He laughs, turning after he gets the door good and locked. He always backs away. It's like he thinks it'll actually make a difference, but Raikou knows that Shitsuren knows better than that, so it's extra entertaining.]

Then again, that'd be too much like friendship, right? I wouldn't want you to get attached.

Like hell I'd get attached to you.

[He's snarling, keeping Raikou in his line of sight and keeping from backing himself anywhere he can be immediately cornered. As if he isn't already.]

You never know. You like bringing it on yourself so much, you might get used to it.

[He's not attacking yet, though. He's just coming closer, slowly, on purpose. Just to see what he'll do when he's being closed in on.]

What do you think we should start with?

[Shitsuren is bristling, circling around to the left slightly, trying to maintain his distance from the walls without actually taking his eyes off the human.

He doesn't dignify that question with an answer, intent on keeping out of reach.]

[He just smiles wide, amused as always at Tsuyukusa's futile attempts to avoid him. He'll stay slow, though -- relaxed, but in a predatory way. He draws his sword (not the special one -- just something for daily use) very quickly, and without a lot of warning. He's aiming to cut -- but not much. It's shallow, and he doesn't care where it lands -- he just wants to draw some blood.]

[He jerks back, but not quickly enough, hissing at the feel of the sword cutting a thin line across his collarbone down his chest at an angle, catching a bit of his clothing.

It bleeds, and he's backing up too far, not realizing his mistake until he can feel the wall at his back.]

[Oh, how nice. He'll just advance, and if Tsuyu doesn't move that sword will be through his shoulder and into the wall. Good luck escaping if that happens.]

[He doesn't move quickly enough, more prepared to duck a swipe than dodge an actual stab. A choked cry (it doesn't matter that only Raikou would hear, the way the shed is insulated, his pride is at stake) and he goes stock still, tense, biting his lip and trying not to make a sound as he glares hatefully at the human.]

[Too bad for you, isn't it? Raikou just laughs a little, of course.]

Not even going to try? You are a masochist.

[And that's why he's going to shove that sword even further into the wall. Tsuyu is nicely pinned, for now, and the shields are starting to crackle.]

Hnn-

[He gurgles, eyes squeezing shut as he twitches, hand flying up to grip the blade in an effort to pull it away. But he's only cutting his hand, and the air is starting to hiss and burn where he's touching the wall, sparks racing along the blood seal on his charm.]

[He still doesn't want his tree to disappear. He knows that much, so he'll pull the sword loose (twisting first, of course, only partly to dislodge his fingers so they don't come off), then pull a few charms out of his sleeve.]

Which one, which one... I could bind you and maybe make some scars... or we could just put you in pain again. Maybe both! I can think of a few creative combinations...

[The sound he makes as the sword is pulled free is little more than a glorified whine, and Shitsuren is sliding down to the ground, the hand belonging to the unhurt arm clamping painfully over the wound. The crackling has stopped, at least. He's still managing to snarl, too, breathless and weak though it is.]

You can shove your creativity up your ass.

I'll have to say "No thank you" to that, Shi-chan.

[He's pretty chipper about it all, as usual. It's the binding charm he uses first, too -- the same paper tendrils as the first time they met]

I think I'd rather be hands-on today.

[The tendrils get a good grip on him before he manages to get fully to his feet, and he's fighting them as hard as he can, with one arm mostly out of commission. He strains against the bindings with all the strength he can manage, shoulders heaving, choking off little whining noises every time he pulls too harshly on his shoulder wound.]

Asshole--

I'm not sure why you fight so much. It never gets you anywhere.

[Anywhere but being kicked over by Raikou's boot. He's in uniform today -- and he knows that's more intimidating than watching him floof about in expensive silks (not that his uniform is any less expensive).]

[He doesn't have an answer, breath knocked out of him by the impact of that kick, followed by his inevitable collision with the floor. His struggles slow, but don't stop.]

[That's fine. It's more fun when he struggles, after all. Raikou plants a foot between Tsuyukusa's shoulders, aiming to hold him down with it.]

Thinking of what to do is almost as enjoyable as doing it, you know?

You're sick.

[He snaps, breathless, squirming against the boot on his back, but gaining no real purchase, what with his arms bound and all.]

That's such a relative opinion.

[He just laughs, resting the tip of his sword against the back of Tsuyukusa's neck. He's thinking -- maybe he'll make some pretty scars. For now, he's just making enough of a cut to see some blood well up.]

[Shitsuren wisely shuts up, going deceptively still at the feel of the blade against his skin. He's grinding his teeth, muscles barely twitching with tension as he hardly dares breathe, feeling some blood trickle down to the front of his throat, leaving a warm trail he might only be imagining, it's so faint a sensation.]

[Aww, what a good tree. Being quiet isn't going to save him much at this point, though. Tsuyu's clothes aren't thick enough to be worth tearing up in advance -- he'll just cut his shoulders open right through the cloth, with a clean, horizontal slash.]

[The reaction is instant, his cry not even choked off until whole seconds too late, as he jerks under the blade.]

[And his reaction is, of course, a laugh, as he digs the blade into that cut.]

That sounds nice. Much better than your posturing.

[This time he whines, strained and desperate, as he trembles and tries hard not to move beneath the blade.]

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