𝓅ity the butcher who 𝓌eeps for the meat; for his heart is 𝑡𝑜𝑜 𝑠𝑜𝑓𝑡 for his calloused hands 𖬺͟. the hard oak of his blade. does the butcherˏ too dream of 𝑤𝑎𝑖𝑙𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑠𝘩𝑒𝑒𝑝?
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loss. lossˏ 𝑙𝑜𝑠𝑠.
the direction kenshi faces changes. to where past-him stoodˏ haughtyˏ standing 𖬺͟. looking at the distance with a raiden by his side. with ancestor-assisted visionˏ he watches those shoulders slump after that encounter with johnny; but still how
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“ And that will happen when he loses his sight . ”
Voice immediately changing— losing bravado , cockiness . Reserved only for Kenshi's ears .
“ ... You're okay with that ? Letting him get blinded at some point ? Maybe it could be avoided . ”
After all , it was his fault .
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his face held those tight featuresˏ pinched together by a tenseness he could only relate to when he's under stress. a smallˏ humored smile makes way to defined lipsˏ turning to johnny.
"i thought you hated him." seems like he doesn't: not really.
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what he says does not reflect on me during this given timeˏ i hope you know. it's better to avoid him.. since i'm not too keen with the idea of you possibly getting hurt by a version of me.
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i think he's still under the assumption that you stole sentō.
(which isˏ wellˏ .. he acquired it legallyˏ but he can see why it can be a sleight for someone who does not have it in his grasp.)
he'll settle easier with ancestors to guide him.
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😅😶 perhaps you should stop poking at my past—selfˏ johnny.
(he gets annoyed with johnnyˏ tooˏ but the amount of times he's hearing himself huff 𖬺͟. sigh is immeasurably high.)
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"i've always came backˏ haven't i?"⠀⠀he knows johnny's upsetˏ though. the tone of his voice has a slight waver to itˏ 𖬺͟. kenshi reaches outˏ hand moving up 𖬺͟. down johnny's arm as if to soothe the emotions that come with. crazyˏ not crazy. it doesn't matter to him.
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whether he's john carltonˏ johnny cageˏ or the fucking pope; kenshi accepts him. things can be reshapedˏ even birds can re-learn how to fly. 𖬺͟. kenshi had always been a believer.
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settled upon his shoulders. it's selfishˏ but kenshi can understand where he's coming from. it's scary; not knowing whether he'll come back or not in the case of a loved one. but this is something he cannot fulfill.
".. i'll try my best to." the best he can do.
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kenshi can't promise him that. it's a selfish type of thing for johnny to ask. his line of work—— it's death. that's just how it is. he's a clan leader— that puts him in a prospect of a larger target than a normal clan memberˏ 𖬺͟. it meant that more responsibility-
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Lips twitch . He's upset .
However ...
“ Just promise me that you will be back . Every time . I can't force you to include me— You know things— feel things that I don't . Maybe you are in the right . So at least promise me that . ”
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𝑠𝑐𝑟𝑖𝑝𝑡𝑒𝑑 by #𝐊𝐄𝐍𝐓. 4+ years EXP. semi—selective personal kenshi takahashi with heavy headcanons. multi—shipˏ storyline-heavy; most triggers untagged unless explicitˏ may be semi—NSFW. if you're looking for development from the startˏ seek @allseeingbIade.
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𝓅ity the butcher who 𝓌eeps for the meat; for his heart is 𝑡𝑜𝑜 𝑠𝑜𝑓𝑡 for his calloused hands 𖬺͟. the hard oak of his blade. does the butcherˏ too dream of 𝑤𝑎𝑖𝑙𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑠𝘩𝑒𝑒𝑝?
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there's those moodswings. he doesn't mind itˏ really—— johnny's known for it; he's long since been acquinted by the twist 𖬺͟. turns of theatrics. thoughˏ he wouldn't exactly call this theatrics. quite serjousˏ actually. johnny wants a serious conversation. a rarity.
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Johnny melts , but irritation flares deep inside him . Groaning , he gives the swordsman a light push , folding his arms .
“ Because YOU decided it . I was fine with giving a hand . ”
It sounds selfish , but it's the truth— Johnny knew the consequences , and he
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more than a pretty face on screen. butˏ still. it gnaws at his bones at just the mere thought of him joining his cause. "i know."
kenshi always knows. or he thinks he knows. johnny's a friend. his best friend. but that doesn't mean he should be dragging him into this.
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