Kabaneri of the Iron Fortress: Progress
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prose_alchemistTitle: Progress
Author:jordannamorgan
Archive Rights: Please request the author’s consent.
Rating/Warnings: G.
Characters: Takumi, Ikoma, Kajika, Mumei.
Setting: General.
Summary: The aftermath of a sparring session between Ikoma and Mumei.
Disclaimer: They belong to Kabaneri Committee and other relevant parties. I’m just playing with them.
Notes: Written for the prompt of “Restraint” at bothfan_flashworks and smallfandomflsh. It’s just a silly little thing I was only able to finish at the last minute.
“Ikoma and Mumei are taking a lot longer than usual in their sparring session today, aren’t they?” Kajika noted over the shirt she was mending, as a small frown crossed her face.
Takumi grimaced and set down the doll he was repairing for one of Kajika’s foundlings. Her observation was the same thought that had been running through his head for nearly an hour now, but he hadn’t wanted to say it out loud. “…Yeah, they are.”
“You don’t think anything is wrong, do you? Maybe someone should go check on them…”
The suggestion made Takumi wince even harder. He hated going anywhere near the Kotetsujo’s last car when Mumei was giving Ikoma her brutal idea of fight training. The older Kabaneri wouldn’t say it, but from the way he looked when they were done, most if not all of the thuds and clangs that could be heard through the hatch were his own forceful collisions with the deck. While Ikoma did sport fewer bruises these days than in the beginning, Takumi knew his best friend had still been coming out on the losing end of these bouts.
Before he could come up with a response for Kajika, the hatch creaked open, and Ikoma himself awkwardly maneuvered through it—with a very limp bundle of Mumei cradled in his arms.
“Oh, what happened?” Kajika gasped as she rushed forward. “Is she alright?”
“Yeah, she’ll be fine. She could probably use some blood when she wakes up, though.” Ikoma deposited Mumei carefully on her bunk, and then drew back, allowing Kajika to move in and begin fussing over her. He wasn’t meeting the eyes of the humans, and Takumi thought his pale cheeks were a little too pink to be accounted for merely by the exertion of sparring.
Any questioning was derailed as he rather sheepishly held up a familiar-looking strip of violet silk between finger and thumb. “Kajika? …Would you mind putting this back on Mumei’s neck? I’m afraid of making it too tight.”
“Hey, wait a minute. That’s…” Takumi’s eyes widened—and he abruptly clapped a hand over his mouth. “Okay. So she’s just asleep. But how the heck did she lose her restraining ribbon?”
Ikoma squirmed from one foot to the other. “She didn’t lose it. She just took it off. Even though I told her not to.”
Kajika’s eyebrows jumped and her lips twitched. However, she took the ribbon from Ikoma without comment (or laughter), and scrupulously focused on tying it in its usual neat bow at the younger girl’s throat.
For Takumi’s part, the admission was more than he could pass up. The bigger steamsmith folded his arms, leaning back with a delighted smirk.
“So Mumei finally felt like she couldn’t beat you anymore without using her full strength. Oh man, I would’ve loved to see her get worked up to that tantrum.” He grinned smugly at Ikoma. “Sounds to me like your skills are improving, buddy.”
“…Shut up.”
© 2019 Jordanna Morgan
Author:
jordannamorganArchive Rights: Please request the author’s consent.
Rating/Warnings: G.
Characters: Takumi, Ikoma, Kajika, Mumei.
Setting: General.
Summary: The aftermath of a sparring session between Ikoma and Mumei.
Disclaimer: They belong to Kabaneri Committee and other relevant parties. I’m just playing with them.
Notes: Written for the prompt of “Restraint” at both
fan_flashworks and smallfandomflsh. It’s just a silly little thing I was only able to finish at the last minute.“Ikoma and Mumei are taking a lot longer than usual in their sparring session today, aren’t they?” Kajika noted over the shirt she was mending, as a small frown crossed her face.
Takumi grimaced and set down the doll he was repairing for one of Kajika’s foundlings. Her observation was the same thought that had been running through his head for nearly an hour now, but he hadn’t wanted to say it out loud. “…Yeah, they are.”
“You don’t think anything is wrong, do you? Maybe someone should go check on them…”
The suggestion made Takumi wince even harder. He hated going anywhere near the Kotetsujo’s last car when Mumei was giving Ikoma her brutal idea of fight training. The older Kabaneri wouldn’t say it, but from the way he looked when they were done, most if not all of the thuds and clangs that could be heard through the hatch were his own forceful collisions with the deck. While Ikoma did sport fewer bruises these days than in the beginning, Takumi knew his best friend had still been coming out on the losing end of these bouts.
Before he could come up with a response for Kajika, the hatch creaked open, and Ikoma himself awkwardly maneuvered through it—with a very limp bundle of Mumei cradled in his arms.
“Oh, what happened?” Kajika gasped as she rushed forward. “Is she alright?”
“Yeah, she’ll be fine. She could probably use some blood when she wakes up, though.” Ikoma deposited Mumei carefully on her bunk, and then drew back, allowing Kajika to move in and begin fussing over her. He wasn’t meeting the eyes of the humans, and Takumi thought his pale cheeks were a little too pink to be accounted for merely by the exertion of sparring.
Any questioning was derailed as he rather sheepishly held up a familiar-looking strip of violet silk between finger and thumb. “Kajika? …Would you mind putting this back on Mumei’s neck? I’m afraid of making it too tight.”
“Hey, wait a minute. That’s…” Takumi’s eyes widened—and he abruptly clapped a hand over his mouth. “Okay. So she’s just asleep. But how the heck did she lose her restraining ribbon?”
Ikoma squirmed from one foot to the other. “She didn’t lose it. She just took it off. Even though I told her not to.”
Kajika’s eyebrows jumped and her lips twitched. However, she took the ribbon from Ikoma without comment (or laughter), and scrupulously focused on tying it in its usual neat bow at the younger girl’s throat.
For Takumi’s part, the admission was more than he could pass up. The bigger steamsmith folded his arms, leaning back with a delighted smirk.
“So Mumei finally felt like she couldn’t beat you anymore without using her full strength. Oh man, I would’ve loved to see her get worked up to that tantrum.” He grinned smugly at Ikoma. “Sounds to me like your skills are improving, buddy.”
“…Shut up.”
© 2019 Jordanna Morgan