RP Log: Setsuka, Kamui, and Seishirou [INCOMPLETE]

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When; Midnight, 14 November.
Rating; PG-13 for now.
Characters; Sakurazuka Setsuka (tsubakihitokiri), Sakurazuka Seishirou (sakurazuka_san), and Shirou Kamui (fateisabitch)
Summary; Don't mess with a Sakurazukamori.
Log;

It had become far too important not to receive such information from his ally now. What really peeved him was that Kamui had managed to slip away without divulging anything. And all on the grounds that it would betray Subaru.

The thought was ridiculous.

Calmly, silently, he rested against the trunk of the sakura tree and watched ahead for his informant. Setsuka had accompanied him, but he had offered little but silence for her on the walk. While he looked calm on the surface, a storm raged on within his mind. Kamui had been rather cheeky with him, as well... It seemed that he would have to use some force to show just where the other's place was.

Seishirou lazily looked out of the corner of his eye to his mother, but the look lasted only briefly. Dully, he wondered if she would give a damn if he were to light a cigarette.

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Kamui's eyes widened for a moment as the other told him he wasn't about to die, confused. Why would he... well, it did make sense if he wanted information out of Kamui. Dead people don't talk, generally.

Of course, Kamui wasn't planning to talk while living, either; even dispite the rough treatment he was receiving. Hey, he'd gotten worse from Fuuma. "Like hell I'm going to obey you, Sakurazuka." Those violet eyes flashed with anger as he once again tried to break free.

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She had been watching quietly for awhile now, with most of her attention steady. Of course, her gaze would wander at times, especially if a firefly were to sneak by. Wasn't it out of season? Ah, it didn't matter. This place broke every rule.

It made it very interesting.

"Seishirou..." she murmured finally, gracefully standing. Despite how white her kimono was, no dirt or grass stains clung to the fabric, despite her having been seated for long enough now. "You are being so rough. He is the opposite of how you were at his age... He reminds me of a fire."

Unfortunately, Setsuka didn't like fire. She liked snow.

The young woman stepped over and reached up to rest a hand against Kamui's cheek, caressing with surprising gentleness along his jaw as she smiled at him and whispered, "Must you upset Seishirou? It is you who has broken this deal you both made. You accuse my son of double-crossing you, but you are refusing to keep your end of the bargain."

Though she was no longer Sakurazukamori, her tie to the tree was unmistakable, and at her will, it forced Kamui lower to the ground, allowing her to be able to reach around and hug him, her lips brushing his ear as she continued to speak.

"Seishirou should not harm you. I will not allow him to go back on his word." With a soft giggle, she nuzzled his cheek. Ah, he was so young. Skinny, but his cheeks were awfully soft... "But Mother made no promise. Mother can punish bad children. Be a good boy, won't you?"

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All at once, Kamui shut up, eyes wide and suddenly scared. This woman... there was something really, really not right about her, and everything -her voice, words, actions- sent hard shivers down his spine. All he wanted was to get away from her at the moment, but those binds just didn't let go. "I... I..." he finally whispered, nerves pulling him into submission. Somehow, he knew that she really would have no qualms with hurting him, killing him. "I just know that... he will break his word to not tell Subaru about me being his informant. I don't want Subaru to know. There won't... be a problem with that if I just don't tell..." Hey, it made sense in Kamui Logic.

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Now Seishirou would interrupt. Though he knew that Setsuka definitely knew what she was doing (and, frankly, he had been impressed with her finesse), this case was entirely his. Mother was always right, but sometimes she was in the wrong.

When he was right behind her, his arms snaked around her waist and pulled her closer to him in a backwards embrace. Her matronly affection could be so played upon, often enough to allow him to get away with certain things. That was one thing Seishirou liked about the arrangement. A smile curved his mouth, and he rested his chin at her shoulder, lips barely brushing her ear. "If the prey has given up control, there is no longer need for reinforcements." He stared at Kamui with a coldness only seen in the most ambitious, ruthless persons before he loosened his hold on Setsuka and led her away from Kamui. This was a matter pertaining to himself - Setsuka had been allowed to accompany, but anything aside from that wasn't anything Seishirou needed.