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[Takatora had, as usual, buried himself in work all day. He'd even stayed out far later than usual due to a few back-to-back business meetings, though he'd been kind enough to spare a few moments to let Mitsuzane know. He didn't want his younger brother to worry about where he was or why he wasn't home on time. Unfortunately, he was a bit vague with saying "probably around midnight". It had been one of those nights, meetings followed by outings and social drinking. Takatora had honestly never cared for it, but it was something he did because it made business partners happy. People talked a lot more when they had alcohol in their system as well, but Takatora had been careful to be polite in his acceptance of drinks while still going slow enough to maintain his composure. There was always the sinking concern that someone would manipulate information out of him while he was vulnerable. He couldn't allow that to happen.

By the time he returns home, it's closer to twelve-thirty. His clothing and everything about him smells of smoke and alcohol. It makes him a bit self-conscious, knowing it's completely out of character for him. He'd even, on one of his rare instances, accepted a cigarette from a colleague. It was a strange and nostalgic happening, but Takatora had thoroughly washed his mouth out afterwards. Still, the smell of smoke from that and the bar itself clung to him.

Takatora rubs at the back of his neck as he walks through the home, anxious to change out of his clothes. However, in passing Mitsuzane's door, he hesitates and then doubles back. It would be best to check on him in case he'd waited up. So he knocks, careful and light.]

Mitsuzane?

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Why? I can't help but care about you. You're my brother.

[He follows after Takatora, fuming. There's no reason for this. There's no reason to be so adamant about this issue right now, but he can't help it. The way Takatora keeps treating him like a child...]

I'm done discussing this, Mitsuzane.

[It's a very parent-like method of avoidance, but Takatora doesn't want to bother with arguing when he feels like this. He tosses his jacket into a chair and stands at his dresser, clearing his pockets and removing his watch.]

You're not Father, Takatora. You're my brother. And you may be in charge of me, but that doesn't mean you can control me.

[He shrinks back, embarrassed at the words as soon as he says them. What in the world possessed him to say it? Maybe it's Takatora's tone. Maybe it's the fact that he hates seeing his brother like this so much. Maybe it's because he's been wanting to say it for a long time. He's not sure, but he takes a few steps back anyway.]

[If Takatora had bothered to stop and think about what had just happened, he would have been taken aback by Mitsuzane's words. He would have expected them, of course, as any parent expects rebellion from their child at one point or another, but then he would have done his best to remain calm while handling the situation.

Unfortunately, Takatora doesn't stop to think.

It takes only seconds for Takatora to cross the room, grabbing a handful of Mitsuzane's shirt and shoving him against the wall. It's a flicker of the authority he carries as Zangetsu, the feeling he'd carried when fighting Gaim. It was also a side of himself he'd never wanted to expose Mitsuzane to, but what he should and shouldn't be doing hasn't quite sunk in yet.]

When he's not here, I may as well be. Do not fight me, Mitsuzane. For as long as you are here, you will listen to me.

[The flicker of authority startles him, but it doesn't scare him. Any idea of fear is overtaken by anger, and he lashes out with a sharp kick to Takatora's thigh. He doesn't stop to pull his strength in the limited space he has to swing, and so it's a fairly strong attack. It's not even about helping him anymore - it's about being strangled by his authority.]

I will fight you if I have to. If a subject thinks that his ruler's mandates should no longer apply, he has the right to challenge them. I'll listen to you when you make sense.

[The attack catches Takatora completely off guard. His mind is still processing keeping Mitsuzane in place when he's kicked. Instantly, Takatora's hold drops from his younger brother and he stumbles back, falling to a kneel. There's a brief angry glare on his features.]

You have no right to challenge me.

[The glare only serves to fuel his anger, and part of him is watching in horror. The rest of him, however, is still burning with pent-up frustration and rage. His hand shoots out to grab Takatora by the neck.]

By whose reckoning? By yours? Or mine? Because by mine, I'm more than old enough to make my own decisions. I may not be legally an adult, but I'm just as capable as you!

[In some things, at least. In raw talent, maybe. He's aware he doesn't have business skills yet, but it's not like he's not smart.]

[The touch to his throat temporarily disables Takatora. He gasps in a breath, his face flushing red. By the time his mind clicks back to reacting, Takatora tries to lean back, holding Mitsuzane's wrist with his hand and trying to force the grip to relax. This attack in particular had triggered something unrelated, but Takatora's well aware he has to force down his reaction before it can be used against him, now or in the future.]

You're still a child. You don't understand anything.

[Definitely not the right thing to say, but it's true.]

[He can't think anymore. Everything is fuzzy, rage clouding his vision and hearing as Takatora struggles against him. He balls up the fist of his other hand and aims a punch for Takatora's cheek. It's a little weak since it's his non-dominant hand, but it still should hurt.]

[There's something screaming in the back of his mind, crying that he would never hurt his brother, but it's insignificant. It doesn't matter.]

I'm not a child!

[He should have expected the hit. The way Mitsuzane had been talking, the anger Takatora could feel rolling off of him, and knowing that his words would strike the wrong chord... His face stings, aching with a pain he hasn't felt in years, but it's a sensation that immediately brings up unpleasant memories. In a rush, Takatora does his best to stifle them. The past isn't important. Not right now. ... probably not ever again.

Takatora keeps his head turned away, his gaze lowered. He allows Mitsuzane a few moments before he looks up again, moving his jaw in an attempt to get the pain to dull. It only makes it worse.

He'd messed up horribly if Mitsuzane had turned out like this...]

Do you feel better, Mitsuzane?

[Those few moments are enough for the anger to ebb away, and his fists open as he back sup, back against the wall, shaking. He hadn't meant to do that. Even if he'd meant what he said, he hadn't meant to strike Takatora.]

[There's a hollow feeling at the pit of his stomach, and he turns to leave. He can't face Takatora like this. Not with what he did. He needs to get out. He needs to leave. Should he go to the garage? No, there'd be no one there. There's nowhere for him to go at all.]

[Live with your decisions, something says in the back of his mind, but he pushes it aside.]

Mitsuzane.

[There's no way Takatora's letting him leave when he's like this. It takes some effort to get back to his feet, the combination of adrenaline and alcohol in his system making him shaky. Instinctively, he reaches his hand out to grab the other's arm to stop him from going any further.

Should he really be asking anything, after what just happened?]

Don't leave. Not when you're like this.

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[He trembles in his brother's grip, his whole body shaking. He's doing his best to breathe properly, but it's hard. Tears are blurring his vision, but he won't let them fall. Not in front of Takatora.]

[He keeps his mouth shut, afraid that he's going to say something to make the situation worse than it already is.]

[The shaking makes his heart sink. Reaching out, Takatora pushes the door closed and then pulls Mitsuzane in against his chest, tightly wrapping his arms around him. It's... ... when was the last time he'd held his younger brother like this? It felt like years, despite how overly affectionate Takatora had been when they were younger. Still, Takatora's comforting instincts slide right back into place as they would when the pair were ten years younger. He carefully brushes his fingers through Mitsuzane's hair, keeping his voice soft.]

It's all right. I'm not mad at you.

[The gentle touch just makes his heart hurt. Why is he acting like this? He should be furious at him, for what he did. Despite the smell, he presses his face against Takatora's shoulder. Nothing makes sense right now. HIs words are muffled as he speaks them.]

I didn't mean to hurt you...

[Takatora doesn't say anything else for the moment, tilting his head down and resting his chin on Mitsuzane's head. He continues gently stroking his brother's hair, the uncomfortable sinking feeling still in his stomach. His leg and cheekbone still ache, he's sure that he'll have bruises in the morning.]

[The silence hurts. It makes him feel horribly uncomfortable. His stomach squirms, and he shifts uneasily in Takatora's grasp. He doesn't want to move away for fear of saying or doing something that would make the situation worse.]

... Let's get you in... in bed. Or something. I think we should both sleep.

You can do what you'd like. I'm going to take a shower.

[Takatora sounds rather defeated when he speaks, being the first to pull away from the embrace. He brings one hand up to lightly brush his fingers over Mitsuzane's chin, before he steps away and continues undressing. He continues unbuttoning his shirt, starting to slide it off, before he changes his mind and works with his belt instead. He doesn't want questions about his scar right now.]

[He turns away, and goes to find Takatora some clothes. Once he pulls them out he leaves them on his bed and retreats from the room. He walks towards his room, before just stopping and leaning against the wall. What is he doing? What has he done?]

[It's only once Mitsuzane leaves the room that Takatora removes the rest of his clothing. He tosses it, jacket and all, into the hamper in the bathroom, wondering if he'll ever get the smell of smoke off of him. His shower takes... considerably longer than usual, mostly due to Takatora taking advantage of the quiet time to reflect on what had happened.

By the time he's out and changed into nightclothes, it's an hour later. He's had some water to drink and his hair is still wet when he stops in front of Mitsuzane's door again. He knocks, quieter than the last time, on the off-chance that he's already in bed. Takatora doubts it. It's possible he's not even there at all.]

[There's no verbal response, not at first, just a quiet sob and then a sniffle. There's a pause, and then Micchy calls out in a hoarse voice.]

Come in.

[He's changed into his nightclothes, and curled up on his bed clutching a pillow. He needs to pull himself together, but he can't help it. His hair is mussed and his cheeks are wet, and he doesn't look up at Takatora.]

[Oh, no. He certainly recognizes that noise. Takatora nudges the door open, quietly shutting and locking it behind himself. It's not as though anyone else would be in the home so late, but... he didn't want to chance anything. He slowly makes his way across the room, taking a seat on the edge of Mitsuzane's bed. He hates seeing his brother like this. The spot on his cheekbone is flushed red against the pale of his skin, accentuated by the shower, but it won't start to bruise for awhile longer.

Takatora leans over, only moving his hand into Mitsuzane's space.]

Mitsuzane... I'm sorry...

[He freezes like a cornered animal, and tries to compose himself. It's a few long moments before he can speak again, and even then only after he's cleared his throat.]

It's not your fault. I shouldn't have grabbed you or hit you. ... Or pushed you.

[It's his fault. He's the one who caused this. Even if Takatora grabbed him first, he should have just submitted to it. But... no. He doesn't want to submit... but he doesn't want to hurt his brother. Just... why can't he do what he wishes?]

[The tensing of Mitsuzane's body makes Takatora withdraw immediately. He's not sure if it's Mitsuzane's own emotions making him skittish or if it's a fear of Takatora, but he'd rather err on the side of caution.]

What do you want right now?

... I don't know.

[Forgiveness, for one, but he's not sure if he can accept it right now. He wants to have a chance to be his own person. To pursue his own path. To do what he wants to do, what he needs to do, rather than what he's expected to do.]

You... I don't know. I just... I'm tired of being told what to do. You always...

[Is he really going to go there? But it's not like he can do much more damage.]

... You always seem to think you know what's best for me. And sometimes you do. But sometimes you don't. I know there's things I'm expected to do, but... why can't I have interests other than those things?

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