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[January 2188. Quite recently, the Riskbreakers have caught and turned in a certain time-bending pervert and been roped into having more of the Disciplinary Committee's work fobbed off on them. Around the same time, Retsu had his location sold and Hotaru sent Hisoka off to find the poor boy. Somewhere in the timestream, the student council president came to school with the most magnificent of hickeys and it nearly caused a riot. All of these things, plus a variety of other rumors, mean today, one Mibu Hotaru just dropped about six inches of paperwork squarely on her older brother's desk and then locked herself in the disciplinary committees room, barricading it against Tess and Johnny.

...Someone might need a day off.]

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It's good to be reminded sometimes, of what we fight for....You know, plant life that doesn't try to eat us.

[Well fien then she'll poke him in the ribs.]

[And he'll bend with it to avoid the poke.]

Of course. The small things, like that, and the future of mankind.

[He is amazing at this deadpanned sarcasm thing.]

Hey, now! Sometimes we need the small things. They're like footholds...the future of humanity is such a big thing. That's hard for people to hold onto. But something like a rose...

[And here she'll pick one of the ones marked for being cut later anyway, and stick it in his lapel.] That's tangible. Not everyone's like us or the Riskbreakers, Seijirou.

I suppose that it isn't my place to judge the masses, then. My job is, honestly, not to judge anyone at all. But it does seem a bit absurd to boil it down to a rose, doesn't it?

[Well now she has a bodyguard who smells a tiny bit more fragrant?]

And my job is to understand that it's not just a rose, or a botanical garden, or a group of teenagers we've pinned all our hopes on.

Symbols only have as much meaning as you let them. And sometimes, it's nice to have a reminder that the world isn't only this struggle for our survival.

I suppose this is why it is your job to lead, and mine simply to protect you...

[Fiddling with the flower, now.]

Don't diminish it.

[Putting a hand to his cheek, to make him look at her.] I need you at my side. I can't...I can't be strong all the time. Hell, I barely manage half of the time. I need you here, to keep me steady...to let me just be me, sometimes.

I swore to protect you, as my family has protected yours, for centuries. My life is yours already. If this is simply another thing I can do to support you, then, I am willing.

[And as he says this, he will reach up, to take that hand on his cheek in his hand.]

...Going to talk about duty at a mood like this, Seijirou?

[She does still smile, but it's just a touch exasperated. Really, dude, come on. ]

I suppose when it it has been a pleasure to serve, then duty is not the moodkill that it is for some. I suppose that I could make up for that?

[He smiles back, totally innocently.]

...I know that look.

[Arching an eyebrow right back at him.] I'm just saying, sometimes a girl wants to hear you're doing these things for reasons other then the path you've been given your whole life.

[Because outright admitting she wants to hear him cop to feelings is for chumps.]

Well, then, I should explain. Protecting you is my duty. Spoiling you, on the other hand, is a pleasure.

[And he'll just reach down and pull her to him, via his hand on her waist.]

And you seem as if you could use some spoiling.

[Well then. That does give her plenty of reason to be leaned all up in his face like that!]

Is that so? I'm curious how you plan on spoiling me.

Well, there is no shortage of things I would love to do with -- or perhaps to -- you, especially when you begin to grin in that way that makes it look as if you think you've always got one over on me.

[He knows that look, and don't think he's letting you get away with it. She'll get a hand along her cheek for her efforts.]

But I suppose those are by and large for my own edification, and given how terrible of a day you've been having, you deserve something more proper.... ah, yes, I suppose this is where I reveal that Master Haruka has had several of his own paid servants instruct me in the ways of a masseuse. Does that particularly strike your fancy?

...I'm not going to ask why my brother taught you to do that.

[Because seriously, she can think of several reasons and none of them are comforting.] But if you're offering, I can't find it in me to refuse~

Well then...

[She wanted him to run that hand along her cheek under her chin, right? Thumb brushing her lips faintly? Other hand on her hips turning her from him.]

Shall we away, then?

[...That is just unfair, Hayase Seijirou. Which might be why she couldn't hide that shiver, or that blush. She will have her revenge, oh yes.]

Very well, then...No one else should be home, this time of day.

[And with her already off-balance at least emotionally, him scooping her up into his arms and whispering right into her ear is probably just worse.]

You may wish to close your eyes, this can be disorienting.

[Just a bit. She can at least pass off ducking her head and hiding it in his neck as keeping herself from getting motion sick from his ninja magics or whatever.]

[Ninja magics are not to be mocked, they are how he gets from point A to B so goddamn fast. Again, the illusion of motion, the strange disorientation of direction, running, jumping -- it really doesn't make sense -- and then they're there, and he'll continue holding her tight, stroking her cheek, tucking a strand of her hair behind her ear.]

You may relax now, Hotaru-hime.

This is completely unfair and you know it, Seijirou.

[She's a little muffled because she hasn't quite detached herself yet, but after a minute she does actually pull away to stand up properly. Stupid jerk ninjas.]

I am certainly aware, but...

[Even with her standing up properly, he can still stroke a hand through her hair.]

Forgive me, but, when I tease you like that, I feel like I see more of Hotaru, and less of Hotaru Mibu, if that makes sense.

[Considering for a moment.]

You should go lie down, then, if you wish for me to begin this.

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...I can't be like this with anyone else.

[She sighs a little, leaning into his hand, before she does pull away.]

Right. As I recall, don't I usually have to take my shirt off for this, as well?

It would make my job easier, yes. It would certainly be kinder to the condition of your clothing if you were to at least partially disrobe, but I leave it entirely up to you.

[For his own part, he's shrugging his own coat off, a rare sight for as many layer as he prefers.]

Just making sure it wouldn't be too distracting, is all. [She is in fact pausing to appreciate the sight before her, before pulling off her shirt and, after a moment of consideration, discarding the laciest of bras along with it, before going and laying down. A pillow may have been sacrificed to aid in her comfort. It is a lucky goddamn pillow.]