Disclaimer: Samurai Mode belongs to *pnish*
Warnings: BL, drabbly
Author's Note: I really wish this pair got more screen time ;___; Also, I assumed Shisui was planning on retiring away from the city...
The atmosphere after the decisions have been made and alliances have been changed is heavier than one might have expected; despite that somehow peace was reached, everything is changed now, and, for better or for worse, that requires adjustment. Garakusha seems to take it all in stride, proclaiming this or that or the other thing despite Tachibana's protests, and though Saiga would never say it out loud, he's a little jealous, really.
After all, he's the former co-leader of the Ina clan, now second in command of the Hanyuu clan, and he ought to be stronger than this-- he is stronger than this. What's a little change here and there to one of the strongest samurai there is? But the sudden shift of loyalties and, more so, the abrupt end of a long, long partnership is making his insides feel perhaps not as strong as they ought to, and so he hangs outside the back of the castle, awkwardly trying to get a hold of himself that he never should have lost in the first place.
Despite the fact that he's supposed to be the one with the psychic powers, he's long sensed that Shisui can read what he's thinking, and, sure enough, within a matter of minutes, he appears, a few feet down the wall, leaning against the building with his arms crossed, looking out into the distance. Saiga has always thought of him as looking handsomely strong, with the way his face showed no emotion and his posture was always guarded, and it made him want to make him laugh, to break that guard; it made him want skinship to soften what, he was sure, Shisui had worked so hard to make so tough. It was what had made them tick together, what had held them together for so many years-- the way they fit together like that, like puzzle pieces. Certainly, most people from the outside couldn't see the picture they made together, and perhaps Shisui did put on a show of being annoyed by Saiga, but, for better or for worse, it was how they existed, how they became one whole instead of two separate entities.
But now... now Shisui just looks tired, and his shoulders sag, and there's something that looks like emotion-- that looks like melancholy in his eyes, and it makes Saiga's insides flip-flop even more than they had been before. Change wasn't bad, but when it had transformed Shisui into this... it wasn't right, it couldn't be right. And so, swallowing and steeling himself, acting on the emotion he knew he should be ignoring, he sidles down the wall.
But before he can speak, Shisui catches him. "Don't change your mind for my sake," he says flatly, and Saiga frowns, wondering again about his mind reading talents. "I wasn't going to say that," he pouts in response, but it's only for the sake of appearances, because they both know the truth.
Silences settles in for a moment, and Saiga wonders if he's projecting his own feelings onto Shisui somehow, if Shisui couldn't care less about this business of parting, and Saiga only wants him to. But Saiga has always been best at reading Shisui, even when he's at his least emotional, and now, more than ever in his life, there's something in Shisui's disposition that seems as if that strong facade will crumble any moment, and so, since it's just the two of them, and this may very well his last chance, he leans in and brushes a kiss to Shisui's cheek, smiling a little, sadly.
Shisui looks at him as he draws away, and Saiga almost regrets doing it, because, if Shisui has ever looked weak in his life it's now, staring back into Saiga's eyes as if Saiga had momentarily flipped a switch to throw off all of his defenses. But the walls are back up in a second and the only sign of the Shisui from moments before is the back of a hand brushing gentle against Saiga's own, and Saiga knows how to take a hint. He entangles their fingers before Shisui can change his mind and pull away, and drops his head to rest on Shisui's shoulder, and for a moment, it seems as if nothing's changing, after all.
But change things will, and after a long moment of wistful silence, Saiga glances up and tries to catch Shisui's eye. "You'll write, won't you?"
Shisui doesn't meet his gaze and he doesn't respond, and Saiga doesn't really know what to make of it until, a month later, a very short letter addressed to Saiga finds its way to his door. The conciseness of it is abrupt and almost cold, but Saiga still can't help but smile as he reads;
Weather is fair. View is nice. It's quiet here.
Perhaps a change now and again wasn't a bad thing, after all.