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[Well. Let's invoke some timeywimey in here. Obviously, the forces of Darkness (tm) and Orochi are on the rise, shit is terrible and Hisoka and Keisuke may or may not be actual incarnations of their representative gods.

Of course, if one was nearing other large revelations and wanted to find Hisokas, it is a school day and so, once more, Hisoka is (mostly) politely turning down scores of far-too-insistent admirers, in a tone and inflection that might signify she is very much wishing her powers were not quite so restricted. Particularly the part where she can fly.

Or perhaps one could catch her get rapidly less polite with an oddly familiar dude with way too many bad pick-up lines and something about the Moon Kingdom.

What do?]

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I know.

[Well, perhaps she has not, not entirely. He does seem a little more stiff again, which might be from grasping some of his identity, but he isn't monotone again. That, and after a second, he holds here.]

I wasn't referring just to you, Hisoka. Whatever contract I made last has yet to expire, and though I cannot recall the details with clarity, I know it was a Fujiwara.

The last person to inherit this power....was my Grandmother. Fujiwara Yuuko.

[She obviously relaxes when he holds her, at least, and she's definitely not making any sign of moving.] Father couldn't have inherited Amaterasu's power, and I don't think he ever showed signs of inheriting either of the brothers, but...after the War, even the youma were quiet, for a while.

Normally, contracts would end upon death, but... something must have occurred that forestalled the end of our bond. Whatever it was, your grandmother must have been phenomenally powerful to sustain it through incarnations.

[He will reach out and stroke her hair, some, after a moment.]

You may yet possess that same strength... I sense she was quite unlike you, though.

...Well I don't drink, or smoke, nor have I taken on an entire army of youma alone at any point, so not really that similar, no.

[Hisokas have exceptionally soft and silky hair, as it turns out. They also enjoy pets.]

The name--'Retsu', do you think that she gave it to you?

Yes. Unlike our chance meeting, she intentionally called and bound me to serve her. As a man; Retsu. As her weapon; Metsu. Names are frighteningly powerful things, after all.

[He continues to stroke her hair, more to reassure her that he is there.]

I served her in her battles against the rising tide of youma, and, as her, well, the popular term of the day was "Boy Friday" from the westerners, among other such duties...

'Boy Friday'? [I'm sorry, Western slang of the 1920s is a bit beyond her.]

As a man, Retsu, as a sword, Metsu...maybe the contract remains until you're renamed?

Her assistant, her right hand, to help her in matters of any and every sort....

[He considers it for a moment.]

Perhaps she knew that I would be needed again.

It would make sense, wouldn't it? If she was as powerful as you say...

[She leans back, so she can squint at him a little.] I--think I know how to grant you a name. If you want to, that is.

You can, if you wish. I am already your sword, though, Hisoka; direct me as you would.

...[She stares at him for a moment or two, clearly thinking something over, before reaching out, tracing along his skin where the seal was a few minutes ago. It's not idle tracing--the characters are made with purpose.]

I restore to you the name Ama-no-Murakumo-no-Tsurugi. As a sword, Ten. As a man...

[She hesitates, briefly, because it has occured to her how weird this is.]

...Kenzaki. Kenzaki Retsu--a full name, as befitting one who stands as both man and blade.

[...Of course, this is only hoping binding him with his full, original name doesn't have any unforseen consequences. Or that giving him a full human name doesn't do anything too terribly weird, either.]

[Well, this is different. It actually blows his shirt open from the amount of energy passing through here. Of course, there is he fact that now he has the symbol "Ten" across his chest, in a notable crimson compared to the burned-black symbols that still liter his arms and legs.]

I... I see.

...Did I do it wrong? That looks odd.

[Hisoka.]

No. No, that is correct. I am... now Kenzaki. Now Ten.

[He smiles at her, then.]

Please remember to call upon me, Hisoka.

[Poking his nose.]

I think I remember there was a full name included with that...Ken-zak-ki Re-tssu~

[...Is the Jaws theme playing somewhere? Why is she smiling like that?]

I recall. You seemed rather adamant I have the full name of a man, rather than a servant... was it so you could say it in such a manner, Hisoka?

[He's got her in his arms; it's too late to run.]

Two reasons. One, I've been calling you Retsu for a while now, and I do not relish teaching Lark your new name, in any sense...and you're a person in every other sense, why not with a name to match?

[Annnnd She'll just...lean on him until she can pin him to the floor.]

Two, 'servant' isn't really my kink, Retsu.

[He doesn't fight it; he probably could, given how lenient she is, but this is pretty perfect for him at this moment.]

Then, if I may be so bold, what is your kink, Hisoka?

Swords, apparently.

[Laughing a little, and just...leaning down to steal a kiss.]

Particularly ones that happen to be shaped like very pretty redheads.

Given how you behaved in the theatre, this is... not so surprising.

[he is okay with kissing her, and might be reaching up to run his hands along her sides, down to her waist.]

...Look, I may not be my grandmother in this regard but even if no one else never suited my tastes doesn't mean I think there's any reason but to go at whatever pace feels right.

[Yep, that is a Hisoka. Still ridiculously hot.]

And I seem to recall you enjoying that plenty yourself.

I did not go for the killing strike immediately, such as it was. Still, you are not your grandmother, this is true... and I believe I rather enjoy that about you.

[What if he slid one of those hands up that tank-top to show her how much he does, in fact, enjoy this?]

[Then she's going to shiver most impressively because she is, in fact, sensitive there.]

E-enjoy it, do you? I could...stand to hear more.

[And apparently to lean down and lick along that brand new name marking because Hisoka apparently never learned not to tongue light sockets.]

[He hisses because on one hand that is a conduit, but on the other hand, yes, Hisoka, you just licked a conduit.]

Aaah, Perhaps at another time... i-is my undivided attention not enough?

[he might be toying with finding all the sensitive spots on her as he slowly works his way up to exploring all that elegance with his hand.]

[...well that certainly tingles. It's a little unclear if she just shuddered from his hands or from, you know, licking a battery down here, but she's taking a moment and then licking his neck like a sane person.]

O-of course it is...It's just, nice, to hear you...ahh, talk about your own desires...

Well... [he pauses to exhale befor continuing.]

Given how proper and refined you've been until this afternoon, I think my current desire is to see what utterly ungentlemanly things I can do and what reactions they will get.

[That is a hand up her shirt enough to start thoroughly groping at her chest.... and the other hand is sliding down into those sweatpants.]