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[CLOSED] Celebration Time, COME ON!

Who: Yamato Hotsuin and Shura

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Where: Taurus Ward
When: Night on the day of Shura's Tournament Match
Summary: Celebratory night out on one of Yamato's rare days off
Warnings: Taurus ward so...yes.

The sky was completely dark at this time in the early evening, and the temperature was dropping with each passing minute. Yamato was not in his usual long coat, but instead in a warm looking winter coat with a thick, pale coloured scarf topping the ensemble. His JP's uniform was mostly for show, not for warmth, and he didn't do too well in the cold.

He was standing on the edge of the Taurus Ward, looking as severe as usual. He was ten minutes early for his and Shura's meeting time, waiting beneath a tall looking street lamp. He didn't look impatient, and actually seemed to be lost in thought, gazing up at the dark sky with his arms crossed over his chest.

Hm, it was even starting to snow a little...

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"Y'know, just a girl. A weak little girl who has to be protected, be pretty otherwise men won't want her but not too pretty otherwise men will rape her; a girl meant for marriage and pregnancy and staying at home for her husband to raise his children and keep the house no matter what she could have wanted to do instead with her life; a girl who should wear dresses and skirts, not walk around with her breasts bare, not be tattooed, not swear, not get angry, not get into fights, not become a leader of demons, not love another girl."

Yamato couldn't help it; he erupted into shocked, amused laughter.

"W-What?" he coughed, pressing a hand against his mouth to swallow back the noise. Oh, he didn't mean to do that, and he felt a bit embarrassed by the show of emotion. "That is ridiculous - is that a common viewpoint of women in society?"

Surely not... he knew modern civilians were corrupt and ignorant, but to hold such values? It was mind boggling. Women were stronger in terms of spiritual compatibility and their brains were wired more towards languages and socialisation, but aside from that there were no other differences between gender, no 'weaker' one.

Shura was shocked by his laughter. He... what? How could he not know this?

"What... it's absolutely everywhere! It creeps up in everything."

At least he found it ridiculous enough to laugh at it...

"It does? I haven't seen it," Yamato replied, calming down a little from his laughing fit. He took a small sip of his drink, setting the glass down slowly. "Then again, I have been isolated from society since birth. I have no idea what misconceptions mere civilians hold regarding genders. I wasn't aware that there were any."

"There are a ton. There were rumours at school that I was a butch lesbian just because I was good at sports. Why? Because 'normal girls' are not good at sports. Or at math. Or at science.

"I was planned to go to university for a useless degree in something like clerical work, because once married to a man that wouldn't have repulsed me too much I would have been expected to stay at home, even if I could have made more money than my husband. And I would have better been married before 30 or I would have been mocked for being an old spinster."

Yamato no longer looked amused - instead he appeared somewhat offended, his eyebrows furrowed deeply in a concerned frown. "What? But that is such a waste of potential! Why force smart individuals into brood mares or scold them for achieving things? No wonder Japan became so stagnant and corrupt, if they forced half of their population into such things. How many brilliant minds had they forced into mediocrity...?"

Shura sighed. "I don't think they stop to think about this, Yamato. These are just girls, after all."

"A weak excuse - an unforgivable one," Yamato said, disgust clear in his tone. "Have you met such attitudes here? I myself have not noticed, but as I am male, that is to be expected."

"I get a lot of funny looks for my markings even during the day, even when I'm all dressed up for winter. Especially from women with kids. Nobody has told me to go back to my kitchen yet but the man I was told to meet for a construction job wouldn't even give me the time of day."

Yamato looked disgruntled, and he took a large swig of his drink. As Bailey's only put the minimum (as ice took up the majority of space), he ended up finishing his drink in that one gulp.

He coughed as he lowered his glass, heaving a sigh afterwards. "It is unfortunate. It seems I was unaware of how deep the rot of ignorance went into society," and considering he had such a low opinion of it beforehand, well, it fell impossibly more. "Although, it has made me realise why Miyako..."

Yamato trailed off, pulling a face. Hm. Seems he didn't mean to let that slip out.

"... your mother?" she asked carefully.

Yamato gave a sudden, amused snort. "Please. My mother was dead before I was five."

He played with his glass, looking like he was going to be tight-lipped about it. After a pause he rested his elbow on the table and his chin on an upturned palm, looking out of the window of their private booth. "Miyako is my twin sister."

"Oh... I'm sorry." She sips her drink, feeling a little awkward.

"You have a twin? I'm sorry, you must miss her..." That is if he got along with her at all... "I... think. I'm sorry, I'm an only child, I can't imagine..."

"..." Yamato looked thoughtful. "I don't miss her in a way you expect. I am very aware of her absence, but there is no emotional attachment there."

Sort of. It is confusing. He tilted his head slightly, chin still resting on his palm, and eyed Shura with a wry grin. "We were both tools with our own specific function within the family. She had her duty, and I had mine, yet we were like one soul in two bodies. I do not mean that in a poetic sort of way, just simple fact."

Miyako had to perfectly imitate Yamato after all, and working and competing against one another for so many years - and successfully switching places with one another - obviously they knew each other inside and out. Yamato could imitate Miyako just as perfectly as she could imitate him, voice and all.

It did blur on whose quirks were whom's, and some memories of early childhood he was unaware if Miyako experienced them, or himself. He wasn't able to describe it in an understandable way. One soul in two bodies. That was the best he could do.

Shura nods slowly, not sure what to do here. Actually, she wanted to hug Yamato, or at least touch his hand, tell him everything was gonna be okay, but to what end? She couldn't make such a promise to him. She couldn't correct what she glimpsed as a horrible childhood. She couldn't bring his sister to him. And how lame would it be to say "sorry" again? This had all happened in Yamato's world, where she had no influence in any way.

So in the end, she touched his gloved hand lightly.

Yamato looked confused at the light touch against his hand, his fingers twitching slightly as he pulled away a little in confusion. What had that been for?

"Hm? Is something the matter?" he asked, straightening up a bit. Physical affection/comfort, what is that (no seriously).

"I don't know, I just... wanted to comfort you, but I didn't know what to say." She took her hand back, then sipped her drink.

"Comfort- oh, don't misunderstand," Yamato said, looking a bit awkward, "I do not require comfort over such a topic. There is nothing to be comforted for."

Yeah, Yamato doesn't think he had such a horrible childhood. He got top-notch education, the best tutors money could buy, a means to defend himself with or without demons or the demon summoning app, a good career (even if it had a high mortality rate)...

Even if the childhood had been cold, lonely, and loveless, and very abusive. Let's not get into the whole reducing his worth to a 'tool', or squashing anything resembling compassion out of him, or that the stress of such a demanding childhood made Yamato cry himself to sleep nearly every night.

He'd take such things to the grave - and the crying was looked upon with great shame.

"Okay... if you're sure." This relationship is so not done being awkward sometimes, nope.

"I'm sure," Yamato said, and judging by his tone, that particular part of this topic was firmly closed.

"In any case," he continued after a pause, "There is no need to worry about myself or my sister. This brings us to our prior topic, though," there was a small, enigmatic smile on his lips. "Strength is not something that can be easily separated by gender."

"Hm... that's true," she said. "In my world, it was a girl who conceived the Reason of Yosuga, which claims that only the strong should survive and the weak should be eliminated." Chiaki, why? "And I am the Hitoshura."

"Exactly. So for current society to believe that women should only be brood mares or housekeepers is nothing short of ridiculous," Yamato snorted. "I cannot stand the thought of living in a place that condones such corrupt thinking. I have gotten rather complacent here..."

Meritocracy ideas rising...

"Hey hey hey," she says as she hails the waitress for another drink for Yamato, "no conceiving Reasons here!"

"I'm merely dwelling on the current state of affairs," Yamato sniffed, frowning as the waitress moved over. "Oh, are we getting drunk tonight?" He had only been planning on having a few drinks...

Shura chuckled. "Got plans? It's only your second drink..." She laughed. "I remember last time I got drunk... Futomimi would have kicked my ass."

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