[ Tenka's self-indulgence is lucky Shirasu figured out how to work the stove. However, having not been in the city very long, and being completely unfamiliar with modern things, Shirasu arrives at the park with a small, wrapped bundle containing only a teapot and a very un-Japanese style teacup. Sweets would have to wait for another time, if ever. (Though, honestly, no halfway decent wagashi can be prepared in under ten minutes.)
Shirasu sets the tea set bundle in a sunny spot to help keep it warm, and looks around for Tenka. His left hand idly brushes his brother's mask tied to his belt, while his right hangs limply by his side; bandages poke out of the top of his arm sleeve. The fight with the demon had been tedious and aggravating so quickly after regaining his hearing.
Part of him is questioning why he even came. He could have pushed Tenka for an answer via the text messages, and when Tenka inevitably refused to answer, Shirasu could have assumed he was at least well and safe enough to be stubborn. Perhaps he'd just been happy to have something to do, requested by someone else. Perhaps it was the mention of the Yamainu captain being less than perfect at something.
When he hadn't died after falling off that cliff, he'd been content to bury whatever lingering feelings or regrets he had regarding the Kumou family. Since he'd never see them again, there was no point in dwelling. Not on what had been lost, or who had helped them defeat his plans. The Yamainu, the Abe shikigami, that half-formed failure. None of them mattered. Keeping his nearly decimated clan fed, safe and away from the authorities had been his only goal.
But here... no goals, no clan, no future with any real meaning. Only the ghosts of what he's tried so hard to leave behind.
tl;dr
Shirasu sets the tea set bundle in a sunny spot to help keep it warm, and looks around for Tenka. His left hand idly brushes his brother's mask tied to his belt, while his right hangs limply by his side; bandages poke out of the top of his arm sleeve. The fight with the demon had been tedious and aggravating so quickly after regaining his hearing.
Part of him is questioning why he even came. He could have pushed Tenka for an answer via the text messages, and when Tenka inevitably refused to answer, Shirasu could have assumed he was at least well and safe enough to be stubborn. Perhaps he'd just been happy to have something to do, requested by someone else. Perhaps it was the mention of the Yamainu captain being less than perfect at something.
When he hadn't died after falling off that cliff, he'd been content to bury whatever lingering feelings or regrets he had regarding the Kumou family. Since he'd never see them again, there was no point in dwelling. Not on what had been lost, or who had helped them defeat his plans. The Yamainu, the Abe shikigami, that half-formed failure. None of them mattered. Keeping his nearly decimated clan fed, safe and away from the authorities had been his only goal.
But here... no goals, no clan, no future with any real meaning. Only the ghosts of what he's tried so hard to leave behind.
He does miss Tenka. And that's the problem. ]