[ There's a moment in which the steady footsteps that have been following him stop and Yuta's heart seems to halt right along with the ceasing of the sound, dread that Muramasa's caught on turning his insides as icy as their surroundings. His face is schooled into a blank mask, the slight turn of his head to glance over his shoulder kept minimal so as to seem casual. He's almost half expecting to finally be questioned when he hasn't elaborated on the reason or destination for this outing in the slightest, but the question never comes and Muramasa's hesitance does not last long. It's both a relief and also not when it means seeing his haphazard plan through. Whether he fails or succeeds, the likelihood of Muramasa getting upset with him for his deception is probably high.
Still, Yuta has to do something when he can't carry on like he has and he doesn't know who else to turn to that can give him the answers he needs. So he persists.
His heart resumes beating, hard and loud like a taiko drum, as Muramasa falls into step by his side again. Yuta keeps walking, clings to silence as his cover, and prays that Muramasa can't hear the rhythmic thumping when it seems deafening to himself. A swift pace leads them deeper into the shrine grounds. The remains of the smaller shrines are ignored, the moss-stained statues of a rabbit and a figure rendered indistinct for missing a half not even spared a glance as Yuta moves with singular purpose past them.
The weathered stage equally goes unacknowledged, Yuta's destination becoming clear as he hones in on the main hall. There, at the center of the sanctuary, the structure that purportedly enshrines Susanoo-no-mikoto and his family still stands, in clear disrepair and missing parts lost to the elements and neglect and rot, but standing all the same.
Yuta comes to a stop before it, heart speeding up into a desperate staccato. Already steps are skipped in the usual ritual at the lack of purifying water to wash his hands and mouth with at the entrance, but here Yuta is careful to go through as proper the motions he can. In lieu of tossing a coin, he begins opening his bag to retrieve his somewhat illicit goods, breaking the silence again as he does. ]
I wanted to make an offering.
[ His voice comes out remarkably even (albeit distant to his own ears) for the devastation nervousness is wreaking on his organs. Carefully the sake bottle is set upon the safest bit of wooden surface along with a set of elegant sakazuki cups before Yuta cautiously rings one of the bells that seems least in danger of falling when disturbed, the sound dull and flat. He wastes no time bowing twice, clapping twice, and then making his wish. Saying it aloud. ]
I wish to speak with you.
[ Abruptly, he pivots on the spot to face Muramasa instead of the shrine, before he makes his final bow; deep, reverent, eyes closed. When he opens them again, straightening slowly, it's to make direct eye contact with Muramasa. ]
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Still, Yuta has to do something when he can't carry on like he has and he doesn't know who else to turn to that can give him the answers he needs. So he persists.
His heart resumes beating, hard and loud like a taiko drum, as Muramasa falls into step by his side again. Yuta keeps walking, clings to silence as his cover, and prays that Muramasa can't hear the rhythmic thumping when it seems deafening to himself. A swift pace leads them deeper into the shrine grounds. The remains of the smaller shrines are ignored, the moss-stained statues of a rabbit and a figure rendered indistinct for missing a half not even spared a glance as Yuta moves with singular purpose past them.
The weathered stage equally goes unacknowledged, Yuta's destination becoming clear as he hones in on the main hall. There, at the center of the sanctuary, the structure that purportedly enshrines Susanoo-no-mikoto and his family still stands, in clear disrepair and missing parts lost to the elements and neglect and rot, but standing all the same.
Yuta comes to a stop before it, heart speeding up into a desperate staccato. Already steps are skipped in the usual ritual at the lack of purifying water to wash his hands and mouth with at the entrance, but here Yuta is careful to go through as proper the motions he can. In lieu of tossing a coin, he begins opening his bag to retrieve his somewhat illicit goods, breaking the silence again as he does. ]
I wanted to make an offering.
[ His voice comes out remarkably even (albeit distant to his own ears) for the devastation nervousness is wreaking on his organs. Carefully the sake bottle is set upon the safest bit of wooden surface along with a set of elegant sakazuki cups before Yuta cautiously rings one of the bells that seems least in danger of falling when disturbed, the sound dull and flat. He wastes no time bowing twice, clapping twice, and then making his wish. Saying it aloud. ]
I wish to speak with you.
[ Abruptly, he pivots on the spot to face Muramasa instead of the shrine, before he makes his final bow; deep, reverent, eyes closed. When he opens them again, straightening slowly, it's to make direct eye contact with Muramasa. ]
Will you accept it, Susanoo-sama?