ic; there's so many wars we fought, there's so many things we're not

[kazutake]

[ pictured: every amagiri ever while babysitting

also obviously demon lifespans are not enough to make it all the way from sengoku to shinsengumi times, but in this case we're just conveniently pretending they are for musebox shenanigans.. sshhh. ]

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[kazutake]

[ Living for such a long time.. it's truly strange, really. In old times it might not have mattered as much, but now demons have become more and more involved with humans, there's different life spans mingling. Humans, who have such short lives and don't notice much change in their lives - and demons who watch humanity change constantly. It seemed a lot had changed for them after the battle of Sekigahara; a fact Kazutake could not fully oversee yet at that time, as unfamiliar as he was with the human world. But he could tell by now, especially since humanity was on the verge of yet another change.

This time most of them had chosen to stay out of it though. Usually they would have had no choice since their loyalties in the past did come back to bite them in the ass now, but instead their grandchildren had (although not all willingly) taken up the duty instead as the new clan heads - fighting and following the humans' orders in their place.

Kazutake can't help but feel a little guilty over it. Sure, his grandchild had matured into a fine clan head, and he knows he is just supposed to stay in the background now and let him handle it.. but even so, these are debts he's caused. It's nothing someone else should have to take care of for him.

It's why he ends up lingering near the entrance to the Amagiri's camp on the land of the Kazama. Kazutake is well aware of the big talks the Satsuma had going on today, and how both Chitose's grandchild and his own had been expected to be there all day as well, even though the demons were treated as little more than weapons. But that's exactly why he wanted to make sure and wait to greet when he would return home, to know that there are people out there that do care - to apologize for imposing this burden on him.

But despite his heavy thoughts, the moment he notices the redhead appear Kazutake straightens, the lines in his face left by age shifting as he smiles thinly. ]

Welcome home, Kyuuju. [ As much of a home as the Amagiri can have, anyway - but it's exactly why Kazutake knows just how important these kind of greetings can be. ]

[constraining]

[There have been few times in his life when Amagiri has been well and truly speechless.

There have been plenty of times when he has had words he could have said, but chose not to, whether out of respect, tact, or just a knowledge that saying them would change nothing lookin' at you Kazama and Shiranui. But speechless? Not often.

He's speechless now though. Honestly, Amagiri knew that Kazutake didn't much appreciate the way they were treating him, but knowing that and seeing him take care of them as if they were nothing more than childish brats in need of a time-out were two very different things.

They're alone now, walking, returning to their proper home as well, but Amagiri still can't find any words to say--all he can do is look at his ancestor with what is, muted or not, honestly just gratitude--and a bit of awe. (But who could blame him, honestly?)]