#[stares at my vassal demons]
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Ok there are a lot of things I don't understand about Wilbur and Dream's interactions, but one of the main things that I don't quite get is the whole breaking into the prison and burning the disks with Tommy , like ok why was Wilbur so convinced that by threatening to kill himself he was gonna make Dream do what ever he wants ( burn the disks)
And well we can say that Dream was just agreeing to whatever the hell the wanted because he wanted them out of his living room ( and because he didn't need the disks) but like ,Wilbur didn't know that, what made him so sure that Dream wanted him alive especially after the prison break ( Dream didn't need his help anymore) to the point that he thought he could use it ( his life ) as leverage
Did Dream want to keep Wilbur alive, if so, then why? I don't know man, seems like the only person that would be losing in this situation is Wilbur himself.
I got more questions but like this is what confuses me the most. Idk just don't get it
Honestly I'm going to assume you know about these reddit posts, but while like I think that people should be able to draw their own conclusions to a text without strictly subscribing to what is said by the authors, like, cc!Dream and cc!Wilbur did give explanations behind what happened in this stream that I think are worth checking out: x x
A lot of people perceived cc!Wilbur's comment specifically as speaking for c!Dream in a way that was uninformed and therefore dismissed the post, which I think is...unwise? Like, cc!Wilbur literally says that he's posting from the perspective of his character's thought process, not an out of character word of god on what c!Dream actually values and believes. Further, he literally clarifies that his character isn't entirely correct and is an unreliable narrator.
But looking between the posts and looking at c!Dream's behavior, I mean. What we can say, rather definitively, that c!Wilbur was right about is that c!Dream didn't want to lose that feeling that he had leverage over c!Wilbur. Like, he's pretty damn desperate not to lose it, actually. c!Wilbur "believes that Dream has nothing if not himself"--a perspective that obviously leaves out c!Punz, considering c!Dream's secrecy in terms of this one particular ally, but is otherwise I mean. Like. Correct? cc!Dream emphasizes repeatedly that c!Dream doesn't want to lose "that feeling of control over Wilbur," that c!Dream's power over c!Wilbur is "just in his head," that he's holding onto it even though "it's seemingly gone after the exile reveal." The rest of the server's story only throws this in sharper relief--c!Wilbur literally fucking leaves the whole damn server and c!Dream is cowering in the prison worrying about him A MONTH LATER.
When c!Wilbur makes the assessment that c!Dream is going to hold onto the perceived leverage he has over c!Wilbur tightly, EVEN WHEN SAID LEVERAGE DOESN'T EXIST, to the point of doing almost everything c!Wilbur tells him to? He's 100% right. c!Dream doesn't want to break the illusion. When cc!Dream gives the two examples of what c!Dream wouldn't do, he mentions that c!Dream wouldn't "kill himself" or "give over the revive book," which, I mean. Is literally just saying the same thing twice. Which, again, just goes to show how far c!Dream is willing to go in order to keep holding onto a feeling of control, that--once again! Is emphasized by both ccs AND by the literal text (as we can see that c!Dream at no point is able to actually use the "leverage" he has over c!Wilbur from reviving him to do LITERALLY ANYTHING AT ALL) as not existing in any meaningful manner. This isn't a case of c!Wilbur having an inflated sense of self-importance or a case of him pushing his way into this conflict recklessly w/ a delusional belief that his pitch will work. This is a case of c!Wilbur (as is like, usually the case with him and c!Dream) reading c!Dream like an open book and getting exactly what he fucking wants by force, literally shouting down at c!Tommy and c!Dream until they both comply.
(And it's worth pointing out that like. This whole thing does have a visible toll on c!Dream. He's extra jumpy and defensive in the stream on the same day after Inconsolable Differences, says he went for a stroll outside the prison (something he basically Doesn't Do after he gets the prison back in Daedalus) explicitly to "keep his mind wandering," he bristles at the perception that he's being accused of a terrorist--the exact wording that c!Wilbur uses against him when he makes him write the book in the prison. c!Dream's behavior, while not yet pushed to the point where he starts lashing out in self-defense, was pretty obviously off as soon as c!Wilbur started making demands--he grows quieter, more still, visibly less comfortable--honestly, not at all unsimilar to certain behaviors that we saw in the prison arc.)
And I mean. At the end of the day. Why wouldn't c!Dream want some reason to believe that c!Wilbur would work with him? Why wouldn't he want some kind of leverage? The guy is pretty obviously worried about him, if not outright scared of him. He was ranking c!Wilbur with the likes of c!Sam and c!Quackity when he mentions him in the Finale, for god's sake. c!Wilbur was the person that first called him the tyrant that c!Dream ends up believing he has always been. c!Wilbur was the originator of L'manburg, which c!Dream blames for the literal loss of his home. c!Wilbur is like. Extremely charismatic, extremely good at convincing people that he's well-meaning, that what he's saying is right, that this-person-is-the-enemy and you-want-to-stand-for-freedom and that so-and-so is a cause worth dying for, isn't it. c!Dream was The-Man-That-L'manburg-Opposed from the minute that c!Wilbur decided so and this narrative would follow him literally for the rest of his life.
So yeah c!Dream wanted to keep c!Wilbur alive out of the delusional belief that doing so would mean he has leverage over him. Why he wants that leverage (even though he never uses it and the fact that it literally doesn't exist), I mean.
#my asks !!#c!dreamisms#like id say that if there's anywhere c!wilbur makes an error in judgement here#it's prooooobably in assuming that c!dream still has his eyes set on fucking with c!Tommy for the sake of his goals#because honestly i've always read the whole staged finale false ending of it all and giving him the discs as just.#kinda avoiding the kid that's made himself a constant thorn in his side over those two vinyls since forever#but then again maybe the main reason why we didn't see that much post-prison c!discduo#was because c!dream was literally just too busy holing himself up in the prison obviously unwell scrawling over the walls unintelligbly#but in assuming that c!dream will prioritize keeping him alive like. he was spot on. he was absolutely 100% accurate#dream would prioritize everything except like basically his own literal life to keep a feeling of control over wilbur#that was completely unbased in reality#the main question i had at the time was whether or not c!wilbur actually believed that c!Dream had that power over him or not#and after rereading the reddit post a few times and just looking at the end of the server i feel like. it's pretty fair to say#that like. he didn't. c!wilbur was kinda aware that c!Dream's feeling of power was just a feeling imo#and that these false concessions of agency to c!Dream were the most effective way to get him to do what c!Wilbur wanted#[stares at my vassal demons]#anyway
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I Gave Luci More Trauma. Shit.
Annelie: So, disregarding the fact that I have to convince Satan not to keep that picture...
Annelie looks at Lucifer.
Annelie: How long?
He stares pointedly at the table as he folds his hands, and Mammon leans towards Levi and mutters something about Annelie being scary again.
Lucifer: ...probably the day we went to the human world, if I had to guess. I didn’t really know something was off until a week ago, when you told me to take a break, and I actually did it. While it confused me at the time, it didn’t really bother me, so I didn’t mention it.
Annelie: It bothers me. What if I made you do something that you really didn’t want to do?
Lucifer: ...
Annelie: Look at me, dammit.
Lucifer looks at her, and she pinches his cheeks.
Annelie: What did I say about keeping things away from your family?
Lucifer: I don’t want to hear anything about that from you.
Annelie: Yeah?
Lucifer: You didn’t tell me for months that you thought I just loved you because a magic spell said I should. You just went and suffered by yourself without even thinking about how I might feel about that.
Annelie: And what else have you been keeping from me, Lucifer? Want to tell me?
Lucifer: I wasn’t keeping it from you; I didn’t really think much of it in the first place! If you’re really looking for a dirty secret, then why don’t you make me tell you my dirtiest one?
Annelie: Fine! Tell me your dirtiest secret, Lucifer!
Lucifer leans close to Annelie’s ear and whispers.
Lucifer: I love it when you order me around like that.
Annelie starts coughing, and Lucifer chuckles as she blushes up to her ears.
Annelie: I should have said “darkest.”
Lucifer: That would fit the bill too, depending how you interpret darkest.
Annelie: I see I have to word my orders carefully.
Solomon: That’s usually the case with demons. That said, knowing that Lucifer is already yours to command makes this even more complicated. Even though his symptoms are different...
Annelie: I mean, logically, it makes sense, right? If Queen Succubi make vassals out of the people they infect, then Lucifer getting more possessive makes sense, right? Wouldn’t a vassal see them as a threat? And...
Annelie’s eyes drift towards Lucifer.
Annelie: If Lucifer is a vassal, wouldn’t it also make sense that he has a share of my power?
Solomon: A vassal, hm...? The diary entries I read didn’t seem to give them that much credit, but that does make sense... Can everyone here use the simplest darkness incantation?
Mammon: Duh! That was the first thing we learned!
Levi: Yeah, like seriously?
Satan: I think he asked for Annelie’s sake.
Beel: Or maybe mine...
Annelie: I remember how to use it, Sol.
Annelie casts the spell, and she holds a small, black sphere in her hand. Lucifer shortly follows suit, holding an identical replica in his hands. As the others do the same, the shapes grow more varied, from tetrahedrons to mishappen blobs. Solomon leans over the table to inspect Lucifer’s and Annelie’s blobs of darkness.
Solomon: I have to say I wasn’t expecting you to come up with the exact same shape.
Annelie: ...he was the one who taught me how to do it.
Solomon: You could have asked me...
Lucifer growls.
Solomon: Hey, it’s bad enough I have to beg her to let me help her when her potential is so high. Do you even know the last time I had such a promising student?
Annelie: Wait, what?
When was my potential high?
Solomon: Still, aside from the shape...
Solomon raises his hand above the two spheres, and they magnetize, fusing together and making a sharp hiss, brightly flashing fluorescent blue as it does so. Lucifer and Annelie stare at the new blob as it writhes, still flickering as it does so.
Solomon: In the presence of my magic, your magic magnetizes and fuses into a mixture that is almost indistinguishable as to whom it originally belonged to. In other words, Annelie, your theory is looking more correct than mine.
Annelie stares at the shifting blob, and as she does, the darkness quickly forms into the familiar shape of Annelie’s crystalline heart, and she and Lucifer freeze at the sight of it. The black crystal is illuminated from the inside by blue pulses of light, revealing various imperfections and twisted knots.
Lucifer: What is that doing here?
Solomon: What? This? It’s just a reflection of Annelie’s mind, which, by the way, is quite complicated because I don’t know how she did that.
Lucifer: I put that back inside her chest!
Lucifer stands up, startling his brothers in the process, and Annelie grabs his arm and wordlessly sets his hand against the left side of her chest.
Annelie: And it’s still inside here.
Lucifer blinks and he stares down at his hand.
Annelie: ...I see I’m not the only one who sustained some trauma from that.
Lucifer: ...
Lucifer calms down and covers his face, sighing slowly, and Annelie rubs circles on his arms.
Annelie: It’s not coming out again. I promise.
Lucifer: I know.
Annelie: Come on, sit back down. There.
Annelie rubs his back as he sits down.
Annelie: You don’t need any more grey hairs.
Lucifer: I do not have greys.
Annelie: Keep telling yourself that, old man.
Lucifer smacks her thigh, and Annelie covers his hand in hers.
Ignoring the fact that I’m terrible at cheering him up, that little oddity... I did take a significant portion of his life to keep myself alive, and he was infected with SBD a while ago, so we’ve probably been mixing everything for a while. Still, if that’s the case, then wouldn’t that mean Lucifer can order me around like I can him?
#poor luci#give him a hug#obey me lucifer#obey me shall we date#fanfiction#shameless self indulgence#obey me!#obey me angst#trauma#LuciAnne
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If you’re taking reqs may I request Sanemi x black fem reader who is also a demon slayer and short tempered as him?
Absolutely! In the way of being short tempered, I would think of a s/o who isn’t afraid of speaking her mind if need be. So someone who often doesn’t agree with Sanemi’s actions at times since he can be stubborn and quick to lash out. Also doing things without thinking rationally since it can be extremely difficult to dissuade him from something after harboring so much hatred. Basically, whenever she’s around him, it’s just a totally different side of her she shows towards him that he’s just like ‘damn what I do to her’ lol.
Sanemi Shinazugawa x Black!Reader
- You were first to be born to two parents familial of a powerful military caste.
- During the feudal period, samurai were so highly valued in feudal Japan thanks to their lifetime of training in the art of war, their monopoly on the tools of war, and the use of these two values as officers of peace. Without these valuable traits and possessions, society could no longer justify their existence
- The Emperor Meiji realized that Japan was far behind the western nations in technology and that in order to survive as an independent country, they would need to make dramatic changes to catch up.
- They decided that the division of Japanese society into separate social classes hindered modernization. The task of removing the feudal class system was by removing the informal social superiority of the samurai and integrating them into the rest of society as equals.
- Eventually, they came to accept their new station in life and integrated with the rest of society. They became artisans, merchants, and farmers. Many joined the National army as officers or became civil servants.
- However, several people born in foreign countries were granted the title of samurai. The period of the Nanban (Southern Barbarian) in Japan from 1543 to 1614, is named such to mark the arrival of the first Europeans to Japan and ensuing establishing of certain relations of power and culture. The slaves were not only work horses of heavy labor but some were clerics, translators, interpreters and guides.
- There were different kinds of “black”, different hues and heritages as black bodies as slaves were not only from the African continent but also Malaysian and South Asian negrito tribals, black Asian aboriginal tribal peoples were enslaved by white nations during the colonial period. At the same time, Northern or East Asian attempted continuously to invade and conquer their southern neighbors, by land and sea. A man by the name of Takeshi, a black Asian, became a retainer of a daimyo, a great lord who were vassals of the shogun.
- Since the Southeast Asians and South Sea peoples were of darker complexion and with some having similar physical features with Africans, they were all considered “black” by the northern Asian invaders and traders. Condescending attitudes towards the Southeast Asians, Filipinos, and all tribal people, came concurrently with the desire to rule and be superior. Takeshi’s tribe was conquered and became part of lower caste groups and ethnic groups in Japan. After these ethnic groups were obliterated and assimilated with the Japanese as “one” people, Takeshi became born into a samurai family.
- When a child grew up in a samurai family, he was expected to be a warrior when he grew up, so much of his childhood being spent practicing different martial arts. This became respected of him as a Samurai, since not many black people would have the opportune of joining the upper echelons of Japan’s warrior class, the samurai. However, after samurais became abolished, Takeshi’s family still instilled justice and educated the populace of relatives to keep their operations secretive. They kept the tradition of Samurai because of the arisen of demons, since the creatures live in secrecy upon the outskirts of the population, at large being ignorant to their existence.
- By hiding from persecutors, they were closer to villages or clans which trickles down to you as a descendant of Takeshi.
- Your mother was a female warrior, who would be referred as the Onna-Musha if it were premodern times. The Onna-Musha or Bugeisha were trained in martial arts and strategy, and fought alongside the samurai to defend their homes, families and honors.
- After you were born, you were also trained in the same method with a Naginata; a versatile, conventional pole arm with a curved blade at the tip. It allowed onna-bugeisha better balance given their small stature.
- Since killing demons meant forging Nichirin blades out of Scarlet Crimson Ore (which absorbed sunlight to such an extent that decapitation was all that was needed to kill a demon), your family learned to utilize mystical combat in multiple forms of martial arts.
- By using their own life force energy, they may create, shape and manipulate the energy of elements otherwise, specifically solar energy. It appears as a beautiful luminance around the blade of your naginata; resembling the gaseous form of a flame as it shows iridescence of illuminating colors.
- After you were trained from your parents’ devotion of you having self defense, your siblings were born into the world. One by one looking up to you as their role model—someone worthy of imitation. Due to being accompanied by your little brothers and sisters, you felt a sense of a gravitational pull to them. Feeling the necessity of ensuring their safety and security, immutably driving you to respond to even their needs like it was a maternal instinct. Which included developing a distressed mentality that precipitated firing off on someone in defense of an argument (usually for the protection of others).
- Your family was unbeknownst of the Demon Slayer Corps until you encountered a tall, muscular, and slender man with spiky white hair and large lavender eyes. You were surprised to see that his body and face were covered in scars which looked to have “accrued” after years of his (seemingly) encyclopedic knowledge against fighting demons.
- He looked at you strangely as well; you wore a slit silky white kimono patterned by green bamboo lattice and one arm wriggled free of a sleeve, cinched with a matching green sash. Your freed arm allowed view of your sarashi wrapped tightly around your chest as your arm was lightly armored in iron plates and kusari (iron chain mail) sewn together in layers. A conical bamboo hat was loosely tied around your neck so the hat could lie on your back, showing your features to him.
- His eyes ogled you from your Geta sandals and your smooth bared leg to the luster of your garment shining the curvatures of your hips. He silently thought the expression of your features was attractive, especially the thick coily tresses of your hair that framed your face. The way it outwardly levitated from gravity due to its curly strands was particularly unique to him.
- You didn’t like the way he stared at you. It felt like you were on display for his eyes to undress you. “What is your business here?” You inquired, pulling the man’s notice on your hand clenching your weapon. It was said prior that more demons became present near your rural areas. You went on duty to track where they were coming from—inside the woods—only to find the man beheading them and stringing some up for daybreak. He possibly did it to torture them.
- “I should be asking you the same thing.” He scoffed. “Surely you weren’t coming to kill those demons, especially in that attire. Quite provocative for the Demon Slayer’s uniform.” “Excuse me? Provocative? For what uniform? I am not schooled like some student. And what if I am a demon slayer?” You spoke in incredulousness. It seemed so misogynistic to you that you were first judged on the clothing honorary to your tradition. You wondered if he thought it deprived from your abilities.
- He chuckled as if you just made a joke, “You wouldn’t last a day if you think being a Demon Slayer is about getting dolled up. It looks like you’re trying to attract demons more than fend them off.” “And who are you to judge how I dress? Do you think that flaunting your abs will counter my ability of kicking your ass?” “What? These?” He opened his gakuran jacket more to expose the six pack of his abdominal muscles, feeling heat escalate to your cheeks as he beheld more of the scars on his body. He then responded to your gaze with a smirk, “How kind of you to make a comparing example of something that’s attractive. You can touch them too if you’d like.”
- Was he flirting with you? First, he criticized you on you looks, now he decided to taunt you? You grasped your naginata and spaced your feet into a stance. You grabbed the polearm with your backhand over your thigh and your front hand gripped higher up the weapon away from the body. You kept your posture straight for a proper height of the blade.
- He deviously snickered, “What a naughty girl. You know it’s against the rules for demon slayers to fight each other upon confrontation.” “What rules? On our turf, you are on our property. Which means you have the obligation to move or be moved.” You denounced. “Such big talk. I’ll end this quickly so master will barely see it as a fight.”
- With that, he dashed towards you, surprising you to see he didn’t unsheathe his weapon. The way he zipped towards you, he was meaningful of close combat at short range, unlike your naginata which coupled with greatly increased distance gave the spearman a real advantage. You decided in quick process to rely on your agility and powerful kicks as you channel your energy through your attacks. It would greatly enhance and empower yourself and your executions for more efficacy or potency for damage.
- You evaded his swift attack by being able to propel yourself on your naginata, mutually measuring out the steadiness between your weight and the pole. By this, you were able to “squat” on your weapon from above and consider the next attack to perform. Within the time frame of him realizing you’ve dodged his move, you swung your body and temporarily featured upper body strength in defying gravity. You paralleled your body with the ground and for a second’s notice distributed your weight with the naginata—landing a concussive kick into his side. The impact knocked him back a far distance, colliding into a tree.
- You quickly ran towards him, fluently combining fast and slow slashes with side and forward dashes to create variants of attacks and to force him to remain in defense and safe distance from you. Yet, he moved instantaneously in response to his stimulus, being able to try to control his reaction time and adapt into some of your methods of thinking/fighting. Thus, he “used your strength” against you, making the precision of composite punches to your face. You hit the ground, seeing him hover over your body and holding down your arms, “Like I said, our match is over. You will come back with me to face consequences.”
- You managed to pull your legs to your chest and kick him away from you, “I don’t answer to you! I don’t even know who you are or this place you’re loyal to.” You kick your body back up, following back into a stance to prepare you for anymore engagement. “Quit acting so damn confused, you’re a demon slayer aren’t you?” He remarked questionably. You frowned in frustration, wondering if he was subliminally asking something. “Well technically yes, but obviously not in the definition you mean.” You said.
- The man deeply sighed, “Women. You’re so flip-floppy. How can you nod your head yes but say no?” You rolled your eyes, “Because you asshole, I still kill demons, just not in the same uniform as you.” “Hmph, only the swordsman of the Demon Slayer Corps utilize nichirin blades that are powerful enough to kill demons. How could you not be in the organization if you can still kill them?” “My family and I have been living in secrecy from the government because as descendants, our predecessors still practiced the tradition of the samurai. We resorted towards rural settlements by richer jungle to be able to hide our weapons and practices extant because of demons. We’ve never heard of this ‘Demon Slayer Corps’ since we thought we were the only ones being militant and knowledgeable of demons’ existence.”
- Sanemi had many questions but thought it would be wise to save them for Oyakata-Sama. Suddenly, a crow began to drift above you two and utter a series of grating caws, “Ca-Caw! Sanemi Shinazugawa is to report back to Oyakata Sama! Ca-Caw!” “I hate that fucking bird.” You heard Sanemi mumble. “You know my name so you’re coming with me. The Demon Slayer Corps is more sustainably adequate for you anyway.”
- As much as you wanted to protest what he meant in clarification, you knew what he meant. If you were to join the Demon Slayer Corps, you could raise more money for your family, since you were practically cut off from the rest of Japan’s economies. You live without the government’s support which meant that without roads, markets, banks and connections to the rest of the country, no new economies would take root. Instead, you were labor-intensive; plantations that exploit cheap labor available in nearby villages and towns, while the majority of the crops grown are mostly shipped to global markets.
- Upon meeting “Oyakata-Sama”, you hesitantly followed Sanemi’s lead in kneeling before the gentleman. You didn’t want to be rude possibly staring at what appeared to be an illness or disease he had befallen. Nevertheless, he had a gentle and calm demeanor that enraptured you. “Master, I am pleased to see you in good health. I fervently pray for your continued good fortune,” Sanemi wished, suprisingly showing a side of reverence for him. “During my mission, I happened to encounter one of the villagers who says her and her family are samurai and are capable of defending themselves against demons although they have no prior knowledge or connections with the Demon Slayer Corps.”
- “How interesting, especially since the samurai were abolished during the Meiji Restoration at least 44 years ago. May I know your name?” He asked while you were partially listening, due to being soothed by his calming voice. Sanemi elbowed you to catch your attention, “Oh! My name is Y/N L/N, pleased to meet you, sir.” “Indeed a samurai clan. I must know the reason why you and your family decided to keep paying homage to these military warriors.”
- You explained everything about your family to the man; your fighting styles, your way of practicing, your attire, etc. Sanemi “patiently” stayed by your side since he wouldn’t leave without Oyakata’s orders. Although your apparel was a bit disheveled from earlier, Sanemi still slightly thought you pulled the look off, expertly. There was something about your unique fashion that made him feel warmth, magnetism, enticement—weird. For someone as abrasive, hot-blooded and stubborn as he was, he never thought he would be trusted with the idea of intimacy between another person. His cold personality resulted in losing too many people he cared about in the past. Opening himself up again for someone would be too much, especially in a world where it was a war between demons and humans.
- “Sanemi, could you please show Y/N around to sway her interests of joining our alliance?” Oyakata requested, awakening him out of his thoughts. “Of course Master.” Despite starting off on the wrong foot, he did as told, guiding you straightforwardly in detail and didn’t stop if you wanted to pause to look at something. His pace was haste, deciding to take in your surroundings while you had the chance to. Many children participated in the organization; the uniforms were coed between either wearing pleated skirts or hakama pants with the same gakuran top you saw Sanemi in. They appeared to differentiate in colors, Sanemi’s a green tint in the sunlight in the place of some of the darker ones others wore—navy blue, purple, black or even a brown. They also practiced kenjutsu ; where a bokken or wooden sword was used as a safe substitute for katanas for sparring.
- Oyakata informed you about the Demon Slayer Corps so as you were briefly toured, you would understand the things you looked at. But seeing the children risking their lives after the cost of their families, awfully reminded you of your siblings. Back at home, your parents would mostly tend to the domestic chores as they relied on you as one of their warriors to protect the village. Then, they could keep watch of the rest of their children, often something you felt the necessity of doing. Watching over your family. When you noticed Sanemi left you, you went to try and interact with the rest of the Hashira; introducing yourself, producing conversation and helping out with chores if you could.
- You made the most conversation with Shinobu Kocho, Insect Hashira. She displayed a laid back demeanor, a smile frequently present on her face which exhibited a bright and cheery nature. But it facaded her enjoyment of teasing others to the point of being rather sadistic through the jokes she made. You weren’t sure to shocked or to laugh, afraid of how the others would see you. “Oh it’s ok, you can laugh. Especially in front of Tomioka.” She giggled. You breathed a sigh of relief and let a half suppressed snigger peep from your lips.
- Then you cleared your throat, “Is it okay if I ask you about Sanemi Shinazugawa?” Shinobu looked at you questionably, “Why? Are you afraid of him? Trust me, as scary as he may want to make himself look, it’s just a front.” “No, he doesn’t scare me. I initiated a fight with him earlier because of some of the things he said. My people didn’t need to be saved by him, especially if it would’ve been only to disrespect us. It’s like a smack in the face of how we’ve been raising ourselves to be true warriors.” “Yes, I apologize for Shinazugawa. He can do things out of line, unfortunately more times than we know it. But his cold exterior armors a soft soul. I’ve treated his younger brother, Genya; he can be just as ill-tempered and non-cooperative as his brother but he is apparently shy around women, especially my girls, Sumi, Kiyo, and Naho. He told me that he was in search of Sanemi, eldest of seven children, after their family was killed. He remembers Sanemi saved him from their mother but became isolated because he labeled him as a murderer in panic. Up to now, since he is little brother, Shinazugawa throws harsh rebukes at him because he cares for him. Think of it like a bully, most times they’re bowling you by hurting and insulting you, but it can also be their way of showing interest in you or an attraction in the way of giving you a hard time.”
- “I understand. Thank you, Shinobu.” You bowed. “Your welcome, Y/N.” Unbeknownst to you, Sanemi heard your conversation nearby, since he randomly felt he should locate where you were. Later, you bowed to Oyakata when you were on your way back home. He welcomed you to feel free of accompanying them anytime you wanted, they had open arms if you needed protection. Shortly after you left, you felt someone yank you by your arm. You quickly freed yourself by twisting your hand out of the opening where their thumb and finger met.
- “Since when did you have permission to touch me? And why are you trying to pull me somewhere no one can see us?” You questioned Sanemi. “Don’t think that I like you. Don’t think that after what that girl told you that you know me or that I won’t pull my punches.” He warned. “Trust me, I wouldn’t think for a day that I would stoop myself so low.” “And what do you mean by that?” “However you take it. I wouldn’t be concerned about someone who sees me like anyone else or be a doormat.” “Then why are you putting yourself as an example if it wouldn’t affect you?” “Cause it wouldn’t.” “Maybe it would if you’re trying to morally describe yourself.” “Why are you here? Just to make a threat or to walk me home? I can take of myself thank you, remember by how I bested you in combat.”
- “Oh please, I was the one who ended up on top. If our fight lasted you would be talking to that girl for a different reason.” He said, making you laugh. “That’s quite optimistic of you but never underestimate your enemy Shinazugawa. We shall have a rematch, no?” He smirked with a devilish grin, “If that’s your death wish then I shall be your reaper.” His response entertained you and during your exchange, he ended up walking with you home regardless. “Thank you for the laughs Sanemi. It will be fun when I fight you here tomorrow.” You winked.
- That next day, upon his visitation, he attempted to surprise attack you. You successfully dodged it, “Nice day we’re having.” “Hmm.” Then got a view of each other. He noticed you wore a white kosode with sode-kukuri (cords) through the sleeves and opened shoulders. Muna-himo (strings) were attached to each lapel and tied in front to keep the garment closed with your black hakama. He wondered if you could’ve changed into more of a practical outfit because of what he commented. Yet, you moved just as fast and did well at keeping him from getting close enough to impact you. He found an opening and kicked you in the face, causing you to fall.
- “I have a feeling you like being on top of me.” You said to him as he tried to tower you. You rolled your torso into a circular path on the ground and twirled your legs into a v shape. When you tripped Sanemi, it was your turn to crawl on top of him out of humorous reasons. “I like where this fight is heading.” He mischievously thought. “Yeah for me. I disarmed you and you’re in my submission.” He chuckled, “Cause I let you, that’s what makes the fun of it.” He winked then bucked his hips into you. You gasped, taking the opportunity to punch him continuously in his face. Not because of what he did but for being merciless from pulling each other’s punches.
- He didn’t put his guard up but lets the blood trickle from his nose and into the junction of his lips. “Not a scratch.” He smugly smiled, licking the blood away from above his lip. When you treated him afterwards, he formed more respect for you and subconsciously allowed his feelings to pervade his system. He made more nonsensical jokes to hear you laugh and listened to your opinions more than his usual stubborn self. He alarmed you of some of the threats that were coming your way, indirectly inviting you to join him on his missions. It built cooperation between you two, as well as more of a bond than constantly contesting everything. Although, a time when you argued, you hugged him as a way to reassure him that you cared and considered him as your friend. It made you laugh to see him resist from hugging you back.
- You showed more of a friendlier side to him as you would to your family. You introduced him to your siblings which joyfully reminded him of his family, including Genya. One time, while you two were watching the sunset, you saw that one of your little sisters was hesitating to come talk to him. “It’s ok, he won’t bite.” You encouraged her, pulling his attention towards her. She showed him numerous flowers and asked him questions of what was his favorite things. It warmed your heart to see a compassionate side of him as he answered all of them, including you as answer. That made it much aware to you of his feelings for you.
- “Did you know what I meant?” He asked you that night. “Yes, thank you, you’re my favorite too.” You smiled. “But I mean it,” He said, giving you back your hug like you did before. “I hesitated to accept the feeling of love because I don’t want to lose anyone again.” You looked up from the warmth of his chest and into the conveyance of his eyes; now filled with adoration and worship. “Trust me love, I’m not going anywhere.” And you two kissed.
Thank you for reading! I apologize for the late response, I’ve been busy a lot but I wanted to do as you requested! I wish everyone a wonderful day!🤎🍫
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Superstition
Written for @alerialumina as part of my 500 follower celebration
Mitsuhide, Magic, Something Blue, and Surprise Me!
Approx 3500 words because I don't know how to do short sometimes
Mitsuhide did not put much faith in superstition. Neither gods nor demons nor spirits. He did appreciate the weight others put in those beliefs though. It allowed him to appear more powerful, more mysterious, than he was. So he handled inquests like these with utmost care.
Several women were missing from this farming village, and all he had to go on was a flash of blue out in the fields. He and his fiance finished interviewing the villagers earlier and that yielded no clues. None of them seemed craft enough to pull something like this off. So Mitsuhide was searching the fields with his little mouse and Kyubei was in the forest looking for any sign of people camping or passing through.
“What exactly am I looking for,” his fiance asked. She was leaned forward, staring at the trampled ground as if she might find the missing girls under an overturned rock.
Mitsuhide smiled. “Signs that someone was here - someone who isn’t normally. Anything out of place or strange or - “
“Like this?” She bent down and picked up a small stone. When she held it up, the light turned it blue like the ocean on a summer day.
He reached for her hand. His fingers disappeared for a moment in brilliant burst of blue light. It was so sudden and so bright that he couldn’t see when it was gone. Mitsuhide clamped his eyes shut against the painful radiance. “Did you see that? Are you alright, little one?”
“My lord?” Kyubei’s voice came to him from the distance. “I saw a blue -” He stopped, realizing his lord was alone. He wasn’t a man to ask the obvious.
Mitsuhide blinked away the blue spots in his vision. His eyes felt dry and hot as he rubbed at them, trying to see. The stone was gone, his little one - gone - and Kyubei was running toward him from the forest edge.
There were no footprints around, besides their own. No holes in the ground. Nothing.
When Kyubei reached his side, the vassal grabbed his shoulder for a heartbeat. As much comfort as he could give his lord - as much as Mitsuhide would accept from him. “I will organize a search party. We’ll send a message back to Azuchi requesting more men, more resources.”
“Yes, do that.” Mitsuhide knelt down, brushing his fingertips over the spot where she’d stood. His eyes worked out from that spot. There had to be something. A slight reflection caught his eye, and he reached for it. A stone. A tiny, clear stone. It felt warm in his palm. He stood and slipped in into his pocket, thoughtful.
Kyubei watched him for a moment, as if expecting some emotional reaction. When he was sure his lord would not do anything impulsive, he turned and ran toward town.
Inside, Mitsuhide was furious with himself, terrified for his beloved, and worried he would not be able to find her. But on the outside, he only smiled his thin-lipped grin. He couldn’t afford to feel any of those emotions. Not until his little mouse was back in his arms. Right now, he had to focus on what had happened. He had to find her.
The little crystal in his pocket held some answers, he felt. But what, he couldn’t begin to guess. Mitsuhide was sure that it was the source of that blue flash - though he had no evidence. Simply the lack of any other cause. It wasn’t much to go on. He could understand now why the villagers believed it was an angry spirit. Some displeased kami or wicked demon . . .
He walked slowly, lost in thought. With all the tricks he had at his disposal, this should be easy to figure out. Could it have been a gunpowder reaction? But there’d been no smell from it. And no sign after. No smoke. No flame. And that light had been blue. Bright blue.
The shadows of the trees hung over Mitsuhide the further he went, and soon his white haori was lost in the dense, green foliage. He barely noticed the leaves as they brushed his sleeves. The branches, he moved aside without thinking about it. His body moved forward while his mind worked.
The sun fell behind the tree tops and slid below the horizon. Still, Mitsuhide walked. He didn’t want to go back to the farming village until he knew how to proceed. He couldn’t bear to face Kyubei, or the reinforcements from Azuchi. But answers weren’t coming any faster in the dark. The kitsune warlord was well and truly stumped.
Weary, he finally sat under a large oak tree. He turned his face up to look at the night sky. A pattern of dark leaves and glittering gems. Mitsuhide reached for his pocket and took out the clear gem. He held it up the way his little mouse had. There was no blinding flash of blue, but the gem did begin to emit a soft, pale light.
Surprised, Mitsuhide let go.
It hung in the air above him.
Mitsuhide was not a man given to superstition. He didn’t believe in gods and demons. He didn’t put faith in magic. But he believed what he saw with his own eyes. He snatched the gem, closing his fingers around it.
Then he stood and cleared his throat. “I have your . . . magic stone, kitsune! If you want it back, you will have to make a deal with me.”
There was a rustling sound in the brush, and then a pair of glowing golden eyes. The creature slowly came closer, pushing through the branches and leaves. A small, red fox with nine brushy tails. It circled Mitsuhide, eyeing him warily.
“Are you ready to make a trade?”
The kitsune snarled, fur bristling. “Give me back my gem and I will let you live.”
Mitsuhide raised one eyebrow. “That’s not much of a deal. I think I’ll just keep it then.”
“No!” The kitsune barked and stood up on its hind legs. “It is mine and worth nothing to you. Why should you get anything of value for it?”
The warlord shrugged. “Perhaps I like the way it looks.” He gave the kitsune his best crescent moon grin. “You probably don’t have anything I want anyway.” Then he turned to walk away.
The kitsune growled and raced in front of him. Branches reached to bar his path and the gnarled roots of trees tore free of the earth to cover the path back. “I could give you wealth?”
“I have that.” Mitsuhide picked his way over the roots and pushed past the trees.
“Power?”
“Also mine. Just . . . forget it. I like this gem. And you really have nothing I’d want. You can just go back to your fleas and carrion.”
“I am . . . a god! I protect this land! The villagers ask me to bless their fields and their daughters burn prayers in my name! You can’t talk to me like that!” The kitsune grew in size and now stood eye to eye with the man.
Mitsuhide wondered if he might have overplayed his part, but he knew backing down now would be worse. “I am no farmer, you little forest-thing. Now get out of my way.”
The kitsune whined and growled, pacing ahead of Mitsuhide. Its tails lashed the air and a hum of energy followed it in the darkness. Finally it stopped and turned to face the man again. Shining white teeth and eyes like molten gold pushed close. “You are alone. I can see that much. The one thing you lack . . . is a wife. I could get one for you.”
“Could you?” Mitsuhide stopped. “I don’t think you can. You are trying to trick me.”
“No! I could get you any kind you desired. Dark haired, light haired. Soft and round or slim and flexible as a willow . . . We’ll trade! A woman for my gem.” The kitsune’s lips curled up in a hungry smile.
Mitsuhide pretended to consider this offer. “I don’t know. If you gave me a woman, she would run as soon as your magic wore off. And then I’d be alone again and without this very nice stone. Besides, I don’t know if I’d like any of them.”
The kitsune whined low in its throat. “No! No! They would stay because they want to. I don’t need magic to lure a woman, nor to get her to obey. It is because they like me!” The fur melted to a sable red kimono, as the fox changed its form to that of a human man. “What if I let you pick the one you like? And if you don’t like any of them, I could find you a new one?”
“I don’t know.” Mitsuhide tapped his chin. “What if I agree to come and look at them, to ask them questions, and all you get in exchange is my promise to consider your offer? I think that’s fair. After all, if you are telling me the truth, then we will both end up getting what we want.”
The kitsune’s eyes narrowed. He didn’t trust Mitsuhide a bit, but he believed he had the upper hand. “Alright. I’ll take you to my home. But you must promise me you’ll never share the location with anyone. If you do, your life is forfeit.”
“Agreed.” Mitsuhide knew the kitsune would not be foolish enough to show him its lair without such an arrangement. He surely wouldn’t be. Besides, he didn’t need reinforcements. This was a battle of wit, not arms.
The kitsune smiled and suddenly, the tree branches and roots withdrew to their normal positions. “Then I will agree to your offer. Once you see what I can grant you, I know you will return my gem.”
He led Mitsuhide through the forest until they reached a high cliff. The kitsune gestured for him to continue but the warlord stopped short.
“This path is not to my liking.”
“It is the fastest route,” the kitsune replied.
Mitsuhide considered. “Alright, then you go ahead and I will follow.”
The kitsune ran and leapt gracefully into the air. His feet were held aloft by his magic and he hung in the air. “Well?”
“Ah, my apologies. It appears I lack your grace. I won’t be able to take this route afterall.” Mitsuhide sighed. “I guess I will have to go back to the village alone.”
The kitsune yipped. “No! Wait! We don’t have to take this route. There is another that might be more suited to your mortal feet. I’ll show you.”
“No, that’s alright. I don’t want you to go to any trouble.” Mitsuhide waived the spirit away.
“It’s no trouble!” The kitsune hurried to walk beside the warlord, guiding him onto another path. “This route is more scenic anyway.”
Mitsuhide smiled his crescent moon smile. Clearly the fox-spirit did not understand yet that he wouldn’t be fooled by simple tricks. He let it lead him on, keeping his eyes open for the next prank.
They walked through meadows of flowers and whispering bamboo groves. Past singing brooks, and distant fire-lit villages. The kitsune finally stopped at the base of a mountain. A large stone blocked a crevasse in the rocks ahead. It was as big as a house and heavier than any one man could lift.
The fox-spirit grabbed it with his human-like hands and rolled it out of the way. He gestured for Mitsuhide to go in.
“Is this your home,” the warlord asked, peering ahead. He knew it was. The way was lit by earth-bound stars and the glow of fireflies. Tiny flowers crawled up the rock walls and in the distance, he could hear women’s voices.
“It is,” the kistune said proudly. “Go in, and I will follow.”
Mitsuhide shook his head. “I don’t think I want to. It is musty in there and the air is still and hot. I don’t like being places where I cannot feel the wind.”
The kitsune frowned. “It will only be for a moment. I am sure you will see the perfect woman for you. Then you can trade me for that gem you have . . .”
“No. I don’t think I’d be able to stand it. Being closed in, with that rock blocking the night air. No. I will return to the village. Thank you though, for the nice walk.” Mitsuhide turned to leave.
“Wait!” The kitsune growled and flung itself in front of him. “What if I leave the door open? Then you can go in and still feel the night’s wind. Will that be enough?”
The warlord considered. “I suppose it might be. But it’s too much to ask you to swear an oath to leave it open for me. Then you might not feel safe. I really should just go.”
“I swear it! Here, look, I will go in first so that you can see the door remains open.” The kitsune entered the crevasse, almost dancing with eagerness to lure Mitsuhide inside.
“I guess I will follow you then,” the warlord decided. This was, of course, exactly what he wanted.
He followed after the kitsune, noting the treasures it had stashed in shelves along the walls. Ancient weapons, rare flowers, gems, and precious metals. Paintings thought lost to time. A greedy man might have made a deal for any of it, but Mitsuhide had just one goal in mind.
At the end of the path, the crevasse opened into a valley where a large manor sat. And there, in the courtyard of the manor were all the missing girls. They were dressed in fine silks, with perfumed hair, wrists and throat adorned with precious gems. They sat on blankets amidst the flowers, sipping wine. Or on benches reading books. Some laughed together in little groups. But they all looked up as the kitsune approached.
“He’s back,” one called, and a horde of giggling girls surrounded the kitsune for a moment.
Mitsuhide ignored them, his amber eyes searching for the one face he had to see. She had to be here, she had to be ok. And there she was. Sitting alone on a bench, a book open on her lap. His little mouse.
She looked up and her eyes met his. She jumped to her feet, about to run to him, but he shook his head. It wasn’t the time yet for honesty. So his little one adjusted her spot on the bench and pretended to keep reading.
The kitsune pulled himself free of the women and gestured for Mitsuhide to join him. “For the gem, good man, you can take your pick. Surely one of these lovelies is enough for you?”
“I don’t know.” Mitsuhide tapped his chin. “They all seem very fond of you. I wouldn’t want to take them unwilling.”
The kitsune held one girl by the chin. “If I told you to go with this man and love him, would you do it?”
“For you? Anything,” she breathed. Her eyes were wide and dark and empty.
Mitsuhide knew then that these enthralled women must be under a spell. They wouldn’t simply leave if he gave them the opportunity. “That’s just your magic. I wonder what they would say if you withdrew the enchantment from them. I don’t think any of them really love you.”
This stung the kitsune’s pride. “Of course they would! I am handsome and smart. And I give them nice gifts! They all love me.”
“Mmm, just because you enthralled them. I don’t want a woman bespelled. I think I will just go home.” Mitsuhide turned to leave.
The kitsune whined and yipped and wiped at his face with his hand. “Ok, Ok! I will banish the enchantment and you will see how much they adore me!” He beckoned the women to stand around him. Even Mitsuhide’s little mouse stood and joined the circle.
“My beauties,” the kitsune said, “I will release you. You must show this sad little mortal how much you love your fox-husband.”
The girls all swore they would, of course. Then the kitsune raised his hands and there was a flash of blue light.
Mitsuhide blinked away the brilliance. The women were wandering the courtyard, confused. Some were crying, others looked lost or afraid. Only his little mouse stood with her shoulders back, waiting for a signal from him.
“Well?” The kistune gestured. “You see, they still love me.” He grabbed one and kissed her. She slapped at his arms ineffectually until he let go. “They will love you too. So choose and give me back my gem!”
“Hmmm.” Mitsuhide nodded, walking slowly around the girls. He stopped and asked a few of them where they were from, how old. These were the girls from the village, and some from even further away than that. None knew how long they’d live here with their kitsune-husband, or how they’d arrived at this place. And they all wanted to go home.
The kitsune was nearly bouncing on his toes in eagerness, so close was the return of his gemstone. “Did you find a girl you like?”
“I was just thinking. If I pick a girl, what’s to stop you from taking her away later? All these girls you took from somewhere. They are mothers and daughters and wives. I would not want to trade my pretty rock and in the end have nothing.” Mitsuhide took out the gem. It still shone with a pale light. “I may just keep it afterall.”
“What? No!” The kitsune jumped into the air, more like a beast than a man. His tails lashed in all directions. “I would never do that. I swear! Whoever you pick, I will promise not to lure them here again. You have my oath! Now give me the gem!”
“That is generous of you,” Mitsuhide conceded. “In that case, I will take your deal. I choose . . .” He gestured to the courtyard expansively. “All of these girls.” Then he tossed the kitsune the gem.
The fox-spirit caught it and realized too late that by accepting it, he took Mitsuhide’s deal. He howled in anger. His body blurred, and the human shape disappeared into a monstrous red fox. “How dare you take all my beauties from me! I will kill you and eat you!”
Mitsuhide’s little mouse didn’t wait for a clear signal to go. She grabbed the hands of the girls nearby and urged the others to follow. They all ran down the twisting canyon path through the crevasse, and out of the kitsune’s den.
The fox-spirit would have followed. Its eyes burned with a red light, angry at being deceived, but Mitsuhide distracted it.
“What a ridiculous spirit you are, promising me a fair trade and then wanting to kill me because you don’t like the terms you agreed to,” the warlord called.
The kitsune tried to step on him with one giant paw, but Mitsuhide leapt out of the way. He dropped behind him some of the caltrops ninja favored. He didn’t wait for the response. The warlord ran down the path, following the women out.
Inside the canyon, the kitsune growled and cursed in pain. It limped after them, snapping its long, sharp teeth.
“We need to block the path,” Mitsuhide called to the women.
His little mouse nodded, and rounded the women up to push on the boulder. Mitsuhide joined them.
They strained against the hard stone, feet sliding in the dirt. The kitsune came on, its growl so loud that it shook loose stones on the mountain, and made their bones shiver. Still, they struggled.
The rock shifted the smallest bit. And then a bit again.
“Come on girls! Just a little more,” the chatelaine cried.
Mitsuhide wasn’t sure they would make it afterall. He reached down to loosen his sword in its sheath. If he had to fight, he would be ready.
“I can smell your fear, foolish man,” called the kitsune. “You stopped running. I wonder what you think you can do against me?”
“Maybe I’ve already done it,” Mitsuhide shouted back. “How do you know you are going where you think you are? Or that it is me you smell . . .” He laughed.
And that was when the rock finally broke free and rolled into the crevasse, blocking the path. It wouldn’t hold the kitsune for long, but perhaps long enough.
“I beat you fair and square, fox spirit,” Mitsuhide shouted. “Let that be a lesson to you! Never mess with a kitsune-warlord’s wife! Even if you are a kitsune!”
“I can’t believe you came for me,” his little one said. She threw her arms around him and buried her face against his chest. “I thought I would never see you again.”
“Mitsuhide held her close, his heart beating hard and fast. “I thought the same, my love. But I couldn’t let you go, even if I didn’t know how or where I would find you. But now that I have you in my arms, I’m not letting you go again.”
“As if I would let you.” She laughed and cried all at once, and held onto him as tight as he held her.
Of course, there was no rest for Mitsuhide Akechi. He had a task to finish, and it was getting these women back home. So he and his little one guided the women to the nearest town, and eventually, back to their homes and families.
The kitsune never forgot about the white-haired man that took his wealth of women. And just maybe, he appeared to the warlord later. But that is another story entirely.
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...i would like to request a part 2 of the Kennyo×Reader×Y!Nobunaga plz only if you want to I understand if you cant/dont want to I just loved it so much 😣💘❤
All For Her - Yandere!Nobunaga X Reader X Kennyo PT 2
PART 1, ALTERNATE ENDING
Not gonna lie to you, it was so hard to pick an ending for this. I enjoyed writing the conclusion to this work that I'm sad to see it end. Don't worry, I have many Yandere works I'm still working on!
Because you requested for a second part, I decided to make this a bit of a more hurt/comfort type since I wanted to give you some happiness in this work.
TW: Yandere, Self-Poisoning, Hurt/comfort
"How would you like to rule the world by my side?"
Those words…
Those words were your death sentence.
~○~
"Your death will surely be my greatest victory," Nobunaga cried, swinging his sword at the monk. "The people would find it heroic how I rescued my bride from the Ikko Ikki's leader―"
"You defiled her!" Kennyo roared, unsheathing his staff. He blocked the rampant parries of the Devil King. "And you think that's love."
~○~
"This will be the last time you hold her, Kennyo."
He roared, howling at the pain of the sword. Kennyo fell to the ground, the stab to his shoulder numbing all of his senses as the blade cuts deep into his flesh.
"Perhaps YN would cast you away if I scar your face once again… Oh… How adorable she'd look to you in horror with the new scars I give you," Nobunaga teased, his menacing tone only edging his sword. "Or, I should kill you right here, and your head should be my bride's present…"
"Not so fast, Nobunaga."
A uniform of dark blue came to view, and two twin shining katanas.
"Masamune… Should I consider this a betrayal or a duel?"
"Consider this your loss," Masamune confidently chided.
"Why... Why do you defend a demon One Eyed Dragon?!"
Masamune struggles against Nobunaga's sword, pushing him away and giving distance between them. "Abbot... I'm not defending you. I'm doing this for her," He said, smiling at the man who won his Kitten's heart. "I'll let her be happy with you. Anything, just anything away from the Oda. Now go."
"You'll be in my prayers, Date."
Kennyo hung onto Ranmaru, the swishing of swords and cries of confusion dying down as Ranmaru escorts him away from the battlefield.
Masamune heaves out, taking a large blow to his chest as the Devil King of the Sixth Heaven holds a sword to his neck.
"How would you like to lose the other eye for treason, Date Masamune?"
SHING
"Apologies Lord Nobunaga."
"You owe me one, Masamune."
Ieyasu and Mitsunari raised their swords at Nobunaga, blocking the oncoming attack from reaching Masamune's neck.
"Oi, Date Dragon, don't fall just yet…" Keiji said, holding onto Masamune, with Kojuro trying to stop the bleeding from Masamune's armour.
"I won't Keiji… Not until I see her happy…" He said, passing out from the fight.
~○~
"Kennyo!" You were frightened by the red stains on his kimono as Ranmaru brought him in from the battlefield. Before you confronted Kennyo, Sasuke bowed to you, joining up with his group.
"YN, I'm glad we meet again but I must go on with Kenshin's plan."
You bowed to both Sasuke and Ranmaru, appreciating their help.
You tried to wrap and dress his wound as quickly as you could, salvaging any amount of salve you could. Kennyo winced in pain, enduring it for now.
After dressing his wound, you couldn't stop shaking. He was weak at the moment, barely opening his eyes. You could feel his hand reach out to yours, and you brought it to your cheek.
"YN… I'm sorry I couldn't protect you…" He said, trembling under the thought of the battle.
"He… He did this to you…" You whispered, frightened of the thought of Nobunaga and the terror he brought on to the battlefield.
Kennyo tapped your palm once again, bringing you to listen to him. "The Date Dragon saved me, YN… For that I am grateful…" He coughed, pressing his hand down on his chest. You quickly cleaned up any saliva that seeped out, begging him to take rest.
Enough was enough, you thought.
You couldn’t afford anyone else to be hurt.
Be it your friends in the Oda; Masamune, Hideyoshi, Ieyasu…
Or be it your friends you met through Kennyo; Kenshin, Ranmaru, Yukimura…
You couldn't.
Not for your selfish reasons.
Once Kennyo had passed out, you kissed his temple, whispering your affections and apologies.
"My love… I'm sorry… Live for me, won't you?"
~○~
You ordered one of the guards to carry you on horseback as swiftly as the horse could to the battlefield. You clutched the napkin carefully, your eyes searching for the warlords.
Without hesitation, you jumped off the horse, running up to where Ieyasu and Mitsunari were holding off Nobunaga.
Ripping off your hood, you revealed yourself to the warlords. "NOBUNAGA! I CALL TRUCE!"
Nobunaga saw your face, and he blocked off his allies, reaching out to you.
"She said, she called for truce," Kenshin said, standing next to you and guarding you.
Once all the troops had returned, you allied yourself with the Uesugi-Takeda warlords as the warlords of the Oda alliance reluctantly sided with their commander.
Nobunaga spoke first, "Now, my Princess, did you call truce to willingly return to me?"
You firmly replied, casting away your anxious subconscious at the sound of his voice, "I'd be a fool."
"Instead," You spoke again. "Let the Uesugi-Takeda leave. Let me stay with them, in exchange for the Oda claiming this land and the resources here."
They did not word it, but Kenshin and Shingen stood by you with no rebuttals. Your heart stilled at their silent agreement and support.
Shingen added on, "Consider the Princess collateral for your war, Nobunaga. With her, the alliance has reason to believe you won't be a threat to us."
Nobunaga was unimpressed, reaching for his katana. "What half-assed words… There is no benefit to the Oda in this arrangement."
The other warlords of the Oda were dumbfounded. Hideyoshi spoke up, "My lord! This is considerably generous-"
"Do not cross me."
You shivered, remembering the cold tone of that voice. No, this was not the time to give in. You threatened the warlords, revealing the needle closer to your skin. "Let me go, or you will have nothing to live for, Oda Nobunaga."
Those manipulative eyes quickly looked in horror as you pricked yourself, the poison quickly drawing into your system.
"YN!" Sasuke cried out. Yoshimoto quickly caught you, but you stopped Yoshimoto from touching the wound.
"Suffer as I did, Nobunaga."
The Devil of the Sixth Heaven, in front of his vassals, fell to his knees.
"Ieyasu!" He roared. "Heal her!"
The Tokugawa lord did not budge an inch.
Ieyasu curtly responded. "Call off the war, then I'll do it."
"Too little too late, Nobunaga," Masamune said, sheathing his katana. "Your allies will abandon you if you go on with this war."
"Lord Nobunaga, no, Nobunaga," Hideyoshi claimed. "Return the admirable lord I served, not one who falls so easily."
Kenshin chipped in, "I will retreat my troops as well, Oda. You're not a worthy opponent now, so fight me once you've gained your honour."
The Uesugi-Takeda warlords stood behind you, as Yoshimoto clutched your poisoned body.
"Foolish girl, you knew this would finish him," Yoshimoto whispered, trying to discretely draw out the poison.
"It's done. The Oda will retreat."
The moment Nobunaga said those words, Ieyasu rushed to your side, immediately drawing out the poison from your blood. "Honestly, you're such an idiot after all this time," He scolded, a tear or two slipping down his cheek.
"And not one of you has changed," You said. "Ieyasu, everyone, thank you…"
All you saw was your dearest friends crying out for you as the world turned black.
~○~
Days later, you woke up in your room at Kenshin's place. Nothing but seeing Kennyo entered your mind, as you raced to his room.
"Kennyo!"
"YN?" He was well and up in his futon, being visited by the Uesugi-Takeda group.
You jumped into his arms, finally being able to feel his warmth.
"I heard what you did, my dear…" He said, sitting you on his lap. "Thank you."
You shook your head, "It was for you, for everything you'd granted to me. My freedom, my livelihood… and love," You said, looking up to your lover. "For that, Kennyo, may I marry you and can we stay together until our time ends?"
Kennyo himself was shocked, not expecting such words from you. He turned red, and unexpectedly the warlords still didn't leave the room.
"C'mon old friend! Your lovely lady proposed to you!" Shingen cheered on.
Sasuke and Yoshimoto nodded. "What a wholesome ending," Yoshimoto added on.
"Gosh, why do I have to witness th-"
Yukimura was quickly silenced by his lord and his best friend. Kenshin simply smiled, drinking his sake in response.
Kennyo hugged you, his tears soaking your kimono. "My love… I will. I will live for you and stay with you until our time ends."
"You swear on it?"
"Of course, it’s all for you."
~○~
"LN Kenta! Are you listening?!"
The boy slumped his head to the desk, reiterating the history lesson, "-And the leader Ikko Ikki was rumoured to have escaped the battlefield with Lady LN YN but no proof has ever been found except for a bear made by Lady LN left in Kennyo's temple…"
"Right!" The history teacher exclaimed. "Next test will be about Oda Nobunaga's married life, including the tale of Lady LN and all relating battles…"
Kenta shuffled out of the classroom, slinging his jacket over his shoulders and then and there, he saw his lover Mai waiting for him.
"You could've eaten on your own…"
She smiled at her boyfriend, leaning on his shoulder. "Well, food's better when you're around people you love!"
Unbeknownst to the couple's eyes, a stalking figure of the captain of the baseball team watched them, his gaze envious at LN Kenta.
"Oi! Oda-senpai!"
"Oda Nozaki! Hurry up!"
The dark haired boy shifted away from his hiding spot, putting on his cheerful façade in front of his kouhai and friends. "Guys! I'm here…"
"Sheesh… Took you long enough…"
"I bet Oda-senpai was staring at the Drama Club's tailor again… Katakura Mai-san right?"
Nozaki shushed his teasing kouhai, shoving their caps straight on. "Hey, don't waste your time on gossip. We've got a war to train for."
"It's just a friendly match Nozaki!"
As the group went ahead, Nozaki trailed behind, taking one more glance at his beloved Mai.
It's alright, my little fireball. This rivalry between me and Kenta…
It's all for you.
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~Yoshitsune~Main Story Chapter 6~
Chapter 5
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--------Part 1---------
As soon as I got back to my room, I was so tired that I fell onto my bed.
(I just met Yoshitsune-sama. It feels like a dream when I think about it now.)
But the words we exchanged, is proof that it was real. It was so vivid that they stayed with me.
------FLASHBACK-----
Yoshino: “Is there no other way but to kill each other?”
Yoshitsune: “This is the fate we chose.”
Yoshino: “But—-”
Yoshitsune: “But what? Why do you care so much? You just got involved in all of this, right? Whether Yoritomo and I hate each other or kill each other….why does it matter to you?”
Yoshino: “Even so—.”
------FLASHBACK ENDS------
(I really want to know more about Yoshitsune-sama.)
(He saved me. He also helped a random lost kid.)
(He's a man of integrity and honesty, and I'm sure he's a kind man at heart.)
(At first, I just thought he was scary, but he's not really.)
I wonder why I'm so interested in an enemy general.
(No. It's because he's an enemy general and that's why I'm interested in him.)
----If he was just a scary opponent, I could fight him without feeling anything, right?
Maybe I should not pry in too much.
(There is still time until the war with the Rebels.)
(I have to sort out my feelings before I stand on the battlefield.)
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A few days after Yoshitsune visited Kamakura-----
He was resting in his room when Benkei suddenly barges in out of nowhere.
Benkei: "Yoshitsune-sama!"
Yoshitsune: "What's up, Benkei?"
Benkei: "Is it true? I heard you went to Kamakura, ALONE!"
Yoshitsune: "......Who told you that?"
Benkei: "Kurama told me."
A deep crease is etched between Benkei's eyes.
Benkei: "I've been away for a couple of days and look what you've been up to....That's the enemy's zone now. What if something happens to Yoshitsune-sama!? I know you have your own interests, and I'm not telling you to never go. But, if you wanted to go, you could have told me. I'd have accompanied----"
Yoshitsune: "If you had accompanied, you'll go berserk."
Benkei: "YOSHITSUNE-SAMA!!"
Yoshitsune: "....just kidding."
???: "Chill out, Benkei!"
A lazy voice breaks their conversation.
Yoichi: "It's not the first time our Lord had wandered off, is it?"
Benkei: "Yoichi.....stop eavesdropping."
Yoichi: "I wasn't. I could hear your screams all over the house. I understand your concern, but just have a little more faith in Yoshitsune-sama. That's all I'm saying."
Benkei: "I trust Yoshitsune-sama, even if you don't tell me. But, what if something bad happens to him?"
Yoichi: "Do you really think our Lord would just sit and wait for something like that? Look, he has come home safe and sound."
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Yoichi: "Do you really think our Lord would just sit and wait for something like that? Look, he has come home safe and sound."
Benkei: "................"
Benkei silently stared at Yoichi, still feeling unconvinced.
Without a care in the world, Yoichi smiled at Yoshitsune.
Yoichi: "So? Did you stretch your wings, Yoshitsune-sama? Do you have any stories to tell us?"
Yoshitsune(smiling): "Yes. It was nice to see Kamakura till the end."
Benkei sighs deeply, as Yoshitsune happily squints.
Benkei: "....I won't say anything this time. But please tell in the future before going somewhere like this!"
Yoshitsune: "...........................Okay."
Benkei: "What was that long pause for!?"
Yoshitsune: "It's all in your head."
Benkei: "No, it isn't!"
Yoichi: "I know you really love Yoshitsune-sama, but you're being too overprotective Benkei."
Benkei: "I'm not being overprotective."
As Yoichi shrugs his shoulders at the unconscious remark, Yoshitsune suddenly opens his mouth.
Yoshitsune: "Also, I happen to meet the fox princess."
Benkei and Yoichi: "!!!!"
Benkei: "...You also met her on the battlefield the other day, too."
Yoichi: "Is it a coincidence? I think not. Fox princess.... at first glance, she looks like an ordinary town girl."
Benkei: "Yeah, so ordinary that she helped a demon she never met before the very first day."
Yoichi: "That's not all. She also didn't hesitate to save one of our soldiers."
Benkei: "Yeah. I don't get it. What was she thinking while doing all of that?"
Yoshitsune: "I agree."
Then suddenly Yoshitsune-sama smiles like a flower.
Yoshitsune(smiles): "......She's weirder than I thought."
Benkei: "Yoshitsune-sama...."
Yoichi: "......."
Both Benkei and Yoichi were speechless at Yoshitsune's unexpected reactions.
Yoichi: "......Hmm. How unusual, isn't it? Yoshitsune-sama talking about someone else other than us, like that."
Yoshitsune(expressionless): "I wonder why too."
Yoshitsune opens his mouth after thinking for a moment.
Yoshitsune: "Maybe because she's an enemy who accidentally got caught up in this turmoil."
Benkei: "Maybe."
Yoichi: "....................."
As Benkei was somewhat agreeing to Yoshitsune's reasoning, Yoichi was sitting on the side, with his eyes closed, thinking about something.
...........
A few days later----
I was heading to the dojo to deliver the medicines that they ordered.
(I'm almost out of stock for wound medicines. I should start making more after delivering this!)
Yoshino: "Ohh!!"
While I was distracted by my thoughts, I accidentally bumped into a vassal who was passing by.
Yoshino: "I'm sorry!"
Vassal: "No, no, it was my fault."
I managed to stay on my feet and apologized to the vassal, who was leaving for work.
(He looks busy...)
Not only him, but all the vassals were also running around in the corridor.
(Oh yeah, Kagetoki-san did tell me...)
----I remembered the conversation that one day we had when I was helping him like usual.
------FLASHBACK-----
Yoshino: "Drought?"
Kagetoki: "Yes, you know there's been a lot of sunshine across the country, but...."
------Part 3------
Kagetoki: "Yes, you know there's been a lot of sunshine across the country, but....countries with limited reserves are expected to suffer."
Yoshino: "Hmm.....I see."
Kagetoki: "We have already started receiving a number of requests for help. Although we are about to go to war with the Rebels, we want to concentrate on our internal affairs now before we start gathering food for our troops. It's the same with the army over there."
-------FLASHBACK ENDS------
(It's still the hot season, and it's a difficult situation...)
(I hope it rains soon.)
Yoritomo: "........is Yoshino, they say."
(Hm?)
As I walked past the hallway, I heard my name.
(That voice. Was it Yoritomo-sama? I wonder what he's talking about.)
(It's not good to eavesdrop, but just a little....)
I stopped quietly and listened to the conversation from outside.
Yoshino could listen to Yoritomo and Kagetoki discussing something serious.
Yoritomo: "The letter about postponing the war arrived early this morning from the Rebels. In the meantime, they want to make an agreement not to attack each other."
Kagetoki: "So Yoshino and Benkei are exchanged as hostages between Hiraizumi and Kamakura?"
At the same time, Kagetoki folds his hand and thinks.
Kagetoki: "It's unusual for Yoshitsune-sama to make a request like this."
Yoritomo: "Yeah, he's willing to go with it without a fight. Looks like someone else is making him agree to this."
(Hostages?)
I blinked in surprise at the conversation I just heard.
More than that, Yoshitsune-sama is willing to exchange Benkei-san. his right-hand man, for me.
(Now, what is Yoritomo-sama and Kagetoki-san going to do....?)
I feel bad about eavesdropping, but I was curious because the conversation also has me in it.
The conversation goes on as Yoshino listens from the other side----
Yoritomo: "I'm sure they've got a lot on their plate, at least enough to make such a suggestion."
Kagetoki: "In any case, in this situation, we no longer need to be wary of the enemy outside. The fact that we will be able to focus on domestic affairs is very attractive."
Yoritomo: "If we let the people starve any longer, there will be trouble."
Kagetoki: "So are we going to accept their request?"
Yoritomo: "No."
Yoritomo looked down at Yoshino's name written in the letter.
Yoritomo: "If she's exchanged for Benkei, I am sure she won't be killed. But I feel Yoshino's heart is not ready for this." (Buddy, if you go there, Hiraizumi would be a warzone.)
Kagetoki: "I suppose so. Reluctantly, Yoshino is the key to our victory in the upcoming war. If Yoshino's heart is broken, she won't be able to stand on the battlefield. So exchanging is a bad idea."
(.....I see.)
(I'm glad Yoritomo-sama and Kagetoki-san care about me...)
(But, is it actually alright?)
(If my going as a hostage will help the starving people, then...)
Yoritomo: "Okay then."
Kagetoki: "Let's give our refusal to the Rebels----"
(Enough with the eavesdropping.)
I made up my mind and opened the sliding doors.
(After all, if there is something I can do, I don't want to pretend not to see it...)
Yoshino: "I volunteer!"
Yoritomo: "You what.....?"
------Part 4------
Yoritomo: "You what.....?"
Yoritomo-sama and Kagetoki-san's eyes widened at my sudden appearance.
Yoshino: "I volunteer to go as the hostage from our side."
Kagetoki: "Eavesdropping someone's conversation is a bad hobby."
Yoshino: "For that, I sincerely apologize... "
I bow my head and chose my next words carefully.
(I know they're not willing to sacrifice me at any cost. Also, I'm scared about the idea of being alone in the enemy territory. But....)
Yoshino: "Yoritomo-sama said that he's sure that I won't be killed if I go there, right? If the only reason for refusing their offer is my feelings...I would choose to go to Hiraizumi of my own free will if it meant that you could hold out a little longer and save a lot of people!"
Kagetoki: "You didn't just say that on the spur of the moment, did you?"
Yoshino: "I did."
(It's my way of making sure you guys won't regret it.)
Yoritomo: "......."
The eyes that resemble the night sky look straight at me.
Yoritomo: "You will be surrounded by enemies. There won't be a single friend there. Even if you're a hostage, we can't guarantee your life if things go wrong. After hearing all that----can you still say that you'll be okay?" (Don't worry Yoritomo. She'll survive no matter what. In Kagetoki's route, she pointed a knife at the emperor. In the upcoming route, she will be walking on people's dead bodies.)
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1. I'm worried, but...(+4/+4)
2. That's....
3. Of course!
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Yoshino: "Of course, I'm worried, but...."
(That Yoshitsune guy won't break his promise once he gave his word.....and I'm sure of that.)
Yoshino: "But if there's something I can do. I wanna do it."
Yoritomo: "I understand that you're ready."
Yoshino: "Then...."
Yoritomo: "I'll write to the Rebels that we're agreeing to this."
(Yayy! He accepted...!!!)
Yoritomo: "What do you think, Kagetoki?"
Kagetoki: "There's no reason to stop someone who wants to go. Although, it's a completely unexpected development."
Yoritomo: "You're right."
Yoshino: "I-I'm sorry?"
Yoritomo: "Why are you apologizing, dummy?"
Yoritomo-sama sighed.
Yoritomo: "You're about to do a humble duty for the Kamakura Shogunate. You should be proud of yourself."
Yoshino: "Hehe, it's nothing compared to what you do."
Kagetoki: "You also have the nerve to interrupt a Shogun's meeting. What do you have to say about that?"
(Errrrrrrrrr.........)
Yoshino: "No comments...."
(Because I thought, if I didn't interrupt them I won't be getting another chance....)
Yoritomo-sama smiles when he sees me struggling with words.
Yoritomo: "You're really weird sometimes. When you come back, I'll welcome you with open arms."(It would have been actually nice if Yoritomo was the love rival in this route.)
(Welcome me with open arms? That's a bit too much for someone like me. But I'm happy.)
Yoshino: "Thank you very much!"
It was encouraging to see Yoritomo-sama's concern in the mean tone of his voice.
................
Soon, that day arrives-----
It is time to say a temporary goodbye to the Shogunate. Everyone also came to see me off.
Tamamo: "I didn't believe at first when I heard you volunteered to be their hostage....As expected of the woman I chose."
Yoshino: "You're exaggerating. Of course, I'm worried."
Tamamo: "That's natural. By the way, there's always the possibility that I could sneak along with you."
(It's amazing how Tamamo can do anything!)
I can't help but laugh at Tamamo's mischievous suggestion.
Yoshino: "Thank you, but don't worry. It would be reassuring to have Tamamo around,...but that wouldn't be fair. I want to be sincere with them."
Tamamo: "Awww..."
A bitter smile dwells on Tamamo's lips.
Tamamo: "I'm not used to being rejected. Fine. I'll go and play in the palace and wait for your return.
Shigehira: "What are you so carefree about, Tamamo?"
Shigehira-san stared at the satisfied Tamamo and then turned his gaze to me.
(What did I do?)
Shigehira: "Since you started helping me out, I think I could say you're not that useless."
------Part 5------
Shigehira: "Since you started helping me out, I think I could say you're not that useless. But just because you've decided to help the Shogunate doesn't mean you have to go that far."
Morinaga: "Shigehira, again, if you're worried about Yoshino, why don't you just say so?"
(Eh?)
Yoshino: "You're worried? Shigehira-san."
(It feels like déjà vu...)
Shigehira: "....Don't just speculate things. Who says I'm worried?"
Yoritomo: "Heh....I can't believe I'm hearing this from the same man who came running to me after he heard the news that Yoshino was going to be taken as a hostage."
Shigehira(blushing): "No I...."
(No wonder....!)
Shigehira-san was at a loss for words, but Kagetoki-san opened his mouth without hesitation.
Kagetoki: "Isn't there any other way!!?' was what he said. You also were protesting the idea furiously. He finally gave up when he found out that Yoshino's intentions were firm, though. I haven't seen such a desperate Shigehira in a long time."
Shigehira(blushing): "..........." (He just never learns.)
(I knew he'll be worried about me....)
I knew this all along, so I'm less surprised when I hear this now. But, I'm still glad...
It's because I know that Shigehira-san is a kind person.
Yoshino: "Thank you very much for worrying about me, Shigehira-san."
Shigehira: ".....Also, stop doing that, will you?"
Yoshino: "What?"
Shigehira: "Stop using honorifics. It's annoying to hear it all the time. Besides, ....I'll at least grant you that privilege since you are now brave enough to enter the enemy's territory."
Yoshino(blushing): "Shigehira-san...."
Shigehira: "Don't keep adding 'san' after my name. You can call me whatever you want."
Yoshino(blushing): "I will....I mean, yes!!"
(Aww! I'm so happy! I can finally talk to him informally.)
Shigehira: "Come on, what are you waiting for?"
Yoshino(blushing): "Yes! umm....Shigehira-kun!"
Shigehira(blushing): ".....Mm."
Morinaga: "I see. So, Shigehira wanted to be friends with Yoshino for a long time now."
Tamamo: "You've been waiting for the right opportunity, this whole time, isn't it? Shigehira-kun?"
Shigehira-kun shakes off the two teasing grown-up hands on his shoulder.
Shigehira(blushing): "Stop speculating things!"
As we were chatting lively, it quickly became time to leave.
(I gonna miss them....)
Tamamo: "Don't cry because you miss me, okay? I won't be able to wipe your tears away."
Yoshino: "You too...don't be lonely just because I am not here, okay?"
Tamamo: "I can't promise that."
Kagetoki: "Take care of yourself. I mean what I say because there is no substitute for you."
Yoshino: "Of course. Only if you also promise to take care of yourself too."
Morinaga: "Leave that to me. If no one takes care of him, he'll do nothing but work."
Yoshino: "I learned that since I started helping him."
Morinaga-san and I laughed brightly.
(Kagetoki-san not just sounds scary, but he's so dedicated to his work that he sometimes forgets to even eat or drink.)
Kagetoki: "Don't get cocky. When you return, I'll make you do more work, so be prepared."
Yoshino: "I'll keep that in mind!"
Before I knew it, there were smiles on everyone's faces.
Morinaga: "Yoshino, I'll be waiting for your return."
Shigehira: "It's not too far, but still...do your best."
Yoshino: ".....Everyone, thank you for everything!"
Yoritomo-sama saw me saying goodbye with a lonely face and opened his mouth.
Yoritomo: "Be brave, Yoshino. You're a member of the Shogunate. Don't let the Rebels think of you as a crying pathetic little girl."
(I'm a member of the Shogunate.)
(Even though, I've only spent a short time in the Shogunate...)
(Unknowingly enough, I've come to trust these people so much.)
(As long as everyone is waiting for me, I know I'll be okay.)
I stood straight and smiled sincerely once more.
Yoshino: "Then, I'm off to Hiraizumi."
I turned the many words I received into strength and took a step forward.
Chapter 6
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The Bae’st of All
Fandom: Ikemen Sengoku
Character: Kyubae the bae’st bae of all aka Kyubei
Prompt: Seeing how Kyubei is named after an alias that the real Mitsuhide Akechi used (Juubei) the chances of fans getting a Kyubei route from Cybird are slim. However, it is simply impossible not to fall for this man. He is too good. So here have my attempt at writing a route.
The key of the previous chapter was (Romantic/Dramatic):
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A/N: Vote DRAMATIC or ROMANTIC to determine which ending I’m going to write first.
Chapters:
1.1| 1.2 | 2.1 | 2.2 | 3.1 | 3.2 | 4.1 | 4.2 | 5.1 | 5.2 | 6.1 | 6.2 | 7.1 | 7.2 | 8.1 | 8.2
Avatar Challenge 1| 3.1 Gacha POV | 1st Letter | 5.2 Gacha | Avatar Challenge 2 | 2nd Letter
“Back again, young miss?”
The marketman is much too eager when he spots me out from the crowd, hands wringing together as he eyes Hideyoshi next to me.
“I see you are in different company.”
Not liking the tone of that I’m about to explain when Hideyoshi steps in front of me, his expression like stone when he eyes the man behind the stand.
“I’m her brother, if you will and I don’t like that suggestive tone.”
I feel myself sweatdrop at this exclamation wondering if this is how Hideyoshi sees the rest of his female friends as well. He treated them all the same, just like me, but never expressed any interest.
“No, no, I wouldn’t dare. I was merely noting that the miss was with another man the other day, handsome lad I must say. Looks very dependable.”
Sweating himself out of that hole the marketman raises his hands towards Hideyoshi, his smile faltering as he turns towards me once more, his hand gesturing towards the timepieces on his table once more.
“It seems that the miss is from a fine line, however. With such a brother and that eye! Do you care to explore my humble stand some more?”
Hideyoshi gives me a blank look when I try to sneak a glance at him, wondering what his reaction will be. He remains stern, however, eyeing the man up close as he reaches out to one of the goods first.
“These are western goods, not?”
Opening one of the timepieces I gaze down the archaic design again from which our modern watches descent from.
“Let’s go, Hideyoshi. The sun is nearly down.”
Before the salesman can pitch his pretty talk again I quickly interrupt, tugging at Hideyoshi’s sleeve as I scuffle away from the stand. We still hadn’t finished our errand yet and the constant eyeing from the man was making me suspicious.
Exhaling Hideyoshi agrees with me as he puts the item down, though I can tell from his eyes that he is still thinking about it, his brown eyes still set in contemplation and longing.
“But maybe we can pick one for Nobunaga?”
My careful suggestion is immediately met with a bright smile and an eager nod as Hideyoshi eyes down the complete table, picking up an item occasionally as he checks out its little design and asks for my opinion.
(I better be careful with how much I pretend to know. This marketman seems to have it out for me.)
Back facing me Hideyoshi is still excitedly picking out a suitable timepiece for Nobunaga while I wait in the back, my eyes falling once more over at the salesman who has made his advance towards me.
“Can I help you?”
I purposefully raise my voice in the crowd, hoping that it will catch attention but a firm hand wrapped around my arm is already dragging me into the crowd as I watch Hideyoshi’s figure disappear.
“Hey! Stop!”
Raising my voice I fight against my captor as I struggle against the firm hold on my arm and the pace in which I’m pulled at. When I finally manage to free myself I’m slammed painfully into a wall as I come eye to eye with a pair of raging reds.
“Ya better shut up fast. I’m not afraid of rising hell in the streets.”
The firm warning leaves no room for doubt from my side as I stare at the white haired man, wild and unhinged with a wicked smile to come.
“What do you want from me?”
I try to maintain my composure as I face him, sounding out my question as my captor rolls his eyes at me, seemingly annoyed already by his catch. Though, I don’t think he is the type to let me go for being too annoying.
“Word travels fast about the new princess the Oda has. What else?”
His words make my heart sink as I wonder how many more times I’m to be a tool because Nobunaga makes enemies left and right. A kidnapping, really? I miserably wonder to myself which trope I’m subjected to next as I’m pulled away once more.
(The day is coming to an end fast. I wonder if Hideyoshi noticed me already?)
I’m stuck in a cave, my arms wrapped around my knees while Motonari (my captor) is making a fire.
(It is no use running. He has caught me three times already.)
I wallow to myself at all of my failed attempts and the patience that is obviously running thin with the pirate warlord that is holding me captive now.
“What are you planning to do with me?”
I suddenly voice out this curiosity as Motonari pokes the fire he has created, agitating it to grow. His face is firm and set but when he looks up at me he smiles that wicked smile once more, a crazy glint glossing over the man that had so attentively built the fire.
“What do ya think? The Oda values ya, even someone with gunpowder for brains knows what that means.”
He speaks so crudely, but I can still tell through that slang that he is from noble birth, articulate and eloquent. I wonder what has made him discard it all, what has made him decide to lower himself to this rank when he had it all.
“They don’t value me. I just got lucky.”
But dissuading Motonari was no easy task I found. The man was much sharper than his speech let on and his actions, though feral were much more calculated. He wasn’t about to reveal anything that he wasn’t willing to reveal.
“You tell me where you got your knowledge from.”
The change in tone and shift in language doesn’t escape me as Motonari eyes me dangerously from the other side of the cave, the fire between us giving him a near demonic glow. I suck in a breath as I wonder if he had been around when Kyubei and I last visited that market, or if someone had told him instead.
(Was this perhaps why Kyubei seemed in a hurry that day?)
Knowing that I’m not about to get this knowledge out of Motonari I press my lips firmly against each other, my mind wracking over spurning a plausible story when a shadow moves in from the corner of my eyes.
“Ye late.”
Motonari’s response is simple as he falls back in the sealord’s language he has adopted as his guise and I turn my head to face who his friend is.
Tall like a mountain, broad like the reach of the sun, but dark like the colours of the night and the depth of the sea on a skin resembling moonlight. There he stood, the man I had missed most.
“Kyubei?”
(What’s going on?)
**Gasps in Sengoku**
His name escapes me so easily, but the usual warm and reassuring smile from the man is gone as Kyubei ignores me, instead facing Motonari as he goes down on his knees.
“I had to lay low for a while. Security has tightened up around this area.”
Motonari narrows his eyes at the vassal, clearly not believing the man, but choosing to keep quiet nonetheless as he shrugs his shoulders, his chin pointing towards me.
“Aren’t ya glad to see her back? Heard ya are fond of her.”
Kyubei doesn’t react to the taunt Motonari throws at him as he remains kneeling. A scoff escapes the other as he pokes the fire between us some more, this time to put out the flames.
“Ya better not think of running. Tomorrow will be another long day and I promise I will break her legs this time.”
The words leave a chill in me as the heat of the fire slowly fades away, leaving me in the dark as the shapes of the men shift, readying themselves for the night.
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Solomon Kane’s Homecoming
by Robert E. Howard
The white gulls wheeled above the cliffs,
the air was slashed with foam,
The long tides moaned along the strand
when Solomon Kane came home.
He walked in silence strange and dazed
through the little Devon town,
His gaze, like a ghost’s come back to life,
roamed up the streets and down.
The people followed wonderingly
to mark his spectral stare,
And in the tavern silently
they thronged about him there.
He heard as a man hears in a dream
the worn old rafters creak,
And Solomon lifted his drinking-jack
and spoke as a ghost might speak:
“There sat Sir Richard Grenville once;
in smoke and flame he passed,
“And we were one to fifty-three,
but we gave them blast for blast.
“From crimson dawn to crimson dawn,
we held the Dons at bay.
“The dead lay littered on our decks,
our masts were shot away.
“We beat them back with broken blades,
till crimson ran the tide;
“Death thundered in the cannon smoke
when Richard Grenville died.
“We should have blown her hull apart
and sunk beneath the Main.”
The people saw upon his wrists
the scars of the racks of Spain.
“Where is Bess?” said Solomon Kane.
“Woe that I caused her tears.”
“In the quiet churchyard by the sea
she has slept these seven years.”
The sea-wind moaned at the window-pane,
and Solomon bowed his head.
“Ashes to ashes and dust to dust,
and the fairest fade,” he said.
His eyes were mystical deep pools
that drowned unearthly things,
And Solomon lifted up his head
and spoke of his wanderings.
“Mine eyes have looked on sorcery
in the dark and naked lands,
“Horror born of the jungle gloom
and death on the pathless sands.
“And I have known a deathless queen
in a city old as Death,
“Where towering pyramids of skulls
her glory witnesseth.
“Her kiss was like an adder’s fang,
with the sweetness Lilith had,
“And her red-eyed vassals howled for blood
in that City of the Mad.
“And I have slain a vampire shape
that sucked a black king white,
“And I have roamed through grisly hills
where dead men walked at night.
“And I have seen heads fall like fruit
in the slaver’s barracoon,
“And I have seen winged demons fly
all naked in the moon.
“My feet are weary of wandering
and age comes on apace;
“I fain would dwell in Devon now,
forever in my place.”
The howling of the ocean pack
came whistling down the gale,
And Solomon Kane threw up his head
like a hound that snuffs a trail.
A-down the wind like a running pack
the hounds of the ocean bayed,
And Solomon Kane rose up again
and girt his Spanish blade.
In his strange cold eyes a vagrant gleam
grew wayward and blind and bright,
And Solomon put the people by
and went into the night.
A wild moon rode the wild white clouds,
the waves in white crests flowed,
When Solomon Kane went forth again
and no man knew his road.
They glimpsed him etched against the moon,
where clouds on hilltop thinned;
They heard an eery echoed call
that whistled down the wind.
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Thank you! I was confused wondering why. That is bad writing. Sesskag promt “Promise me. Promise me you’ll stay.”
AN: I decided to combine two prompts, since this turned out to be WAY longer than it needed to be. It’s now a proper oneshot length, 3,000+ words lol (this is the last prompt, thank you for sending them in!)
Four claw marks licked their way up from collarbone to the edge of Sesshoumaru's chin. They were healing now, but the flesh remained red and sore. In a way, the Daiyoukai had been lucky to lose only the use of his vocal cords, as he could've easily lost his jaw.
Such a disgraceful injury for one so proud.
Kagome hadn't been there at the time during his battle with an eight tailed kitsune, but she noticed the after-effects. Sesshoumaru still visited Rin at the village. He still looked unaffected, haughty and holier than thou, and yet...
She frowned, watching Jaken chatter to him. Golden eyes were narrowing, brow twitching. His lips parted, as though wanting to say something, before they pressed into a thin, grim line. With frustration marring his features, the demon lifted a hand.
Jaken stopped. "Mi Lord? What ails you? Do you require assistance? Ah! Do you want me to fetch Rin for you? Because I can-"
Sesshoumaru reached into his white and red hankimono, producing a piece of parchment. Gracefully folding his legs beneath him, the mute lord took out some ink and began writing his response.
The abject humiliation colouring his proud features tugged at Kagome's heartstrings. She'd heard from Jaken that Sesshoumaru's throat would mend in a few months at most considering demon healing. The idea of seeing him having to struggle to communicate for such a long stretch of time strengthened Kagome's resolve as she grasped an idea with both hands. Turning on her heel, she headed for the Bone Eater's Well.
---
"Sign...language?" Rin tilted her head.
Kagome nodded, seated in a clearing before the little girl, the imp and the frowning Daiyoukai. She'd thought it best to discuss such a sensitive subject in private. Inuyasha would likely laugh if he saw Sesshoumaru being instructed by a human.
"It'll help Sesshoumaru communicate with you both instead of resorting to writing everything down. It's just a temporary solution until your vocal cords heal, but this is usually helpful for deaf or mute people."
"Bah!" Jaken lifted his head up snootily. "The great Lord Sesshoumaru does not need the likes of a human technique in order to get across feelings to his loyal vassal- gah!"
Sesshoumaru's foot had smushed down on his head, pinning him to the grass.
"Mrph- see! That means he wishes for me to be quiet. E-excellent communication mi Lord!" Jaken squeaked out from under his boot.
Golden eyes lifted to Kagome's, and Sesshoumaru inclined his head to prompt her to continue.
Smiling and emboldened, she turned to her book. "Souta had a girl in his class who was hard of hearing so I helped him learn some sign language. I picked up a bit from the experience, but I'm by no means an expert. So! Let's all help each other learn."
Rin clapped her hands and gave a cheer of exuberance. Deciding to start, Kagome gave them some easy and basic things such as greetings and general enquiries.
"This is- 'how are you?'" Motioning with both hands, Kagome looked at her pupils, Rin watching her and replicating the movements perfectly. Jaken had smaller arms and hands, so his signing was a little different, but competent.
Sesshoumaru remained still.
Frowning, Kagome looked over the top of Rin's head at him. Her cheeks puffed up. Maybe he found it embarrassing but the others were obviously trying.
Thin lips tugged up at the corners from her glare.
Deciding to continue, the young woman went into other subjects such as places and basic items. When dusk started to settle in, Sesshoumaru abruptly stood and left without another word.
Kagome folded her arms, feeling more than a little peeved. Here she'd been, trying to help him express himself all day. A thank you would've been nice.
"Byyye Lord Sesshoumaru!" Rin called after him, waving as Jaken hurried to follow. She then noticed Kagome's dark look. "What's wrong?"
"Huh?" Broken from her thoughts, the miko gave an awkward smile. "Nothing, it's just...if he didn't want to be taught he could've left at the start."
"Ah, you don't need to worry. Lord Sesshoumaru is really happy you're taking the time to teach us."
Kagome had her doubts about that but didn't reply, ruffling her wild hair with affection.
---
The very next day, upon stepping out of Kaede's hut and stretching her arms with a tired yawn- Kagome jolted. She'd near bumped into a sturdy chest-plate. Sesshoumaru stared intently down at her.
Raising a brow, the miko set both hands on her hips and waited.
Golden eyes crinkled at the edges with wry amusement. Sesshoumaru stiffly raised his hands, signing 'I need your help.'
Kagome immediately became concerned, but he turned a palm out flat and looked mildly annoyed, frowning at his hands.
Trying to align her thinking with the taciturn demon, who would never ask for 'help' she said; "do you require my assistance, Sesshoumaru?"
Glancing up, some tension seemed to leak from broad shoulders. Nodding once, Sesshoumaru pivoted smoothly on his heel and gestured to follow. Biting her lip, Kagome smiled a little to herself and ducked into the hut briefly to grab the sign language book, before hurrying after him.
After wrapping an arm around her waist and gathering clouds of youki to their feet, Sesshoumaru flew into the sky with Kagome in tow. They'd travelled for a little while, with Kagome sneaking glances up at his regal features. Her eyes had naturally drifted to the angry-looking cuts healing on his throat.
Inhuman eyes flicked down- catching her staring. Kagome swallowed, voice gentle; "do they hurt? They look painful."
Sesshoumaru shook his head slightly, though his lips thinned resentfully. His claws came up to ghost over the abused flesh.
The ridiculous, random urge to kiss his wound entered her mind, and Kagome blushed, quickly looking ahead. Where had that come from? Not like a kiss is going to make it all better. Idiot.
---
Sesshoumaru took her to the Western Stronghold of all places.
Completely out of her depth, Kagome stared as Jaken helpfully spoke 'for' his lord, who she assumed had relayed his wants earlier. All three of them stood before a large gathering of demons within an official-looking room, sitting around a low table.
"And so mi Lord requires you all to learn this 'sign language' from the miko Kagome, in order to communicate with you himself. Though she is a filthy human, please bear with her teachings- ow!" Sesshoumaru prodded him aside with his foot, before raising hooded, glowering eyes at the council of demons. Irritated, deadly fingers twitched at his sides.
The demons hurriedly agreed to learn.
And Kagome? Kagome felt that she didn't have much of a choice but to help.
Teaching a group of pristine, upper-class demons that looked as though she was the bane of their existence wasn't exactly easy. Luckily Sesshoumaru sat with them most of the time, but others he had duties to attend to.
Kagome taught them as best she could, and when some outright refused to demonstrate what they'd learned, Sesshoumaru sent them withering glares. His youki would slide out, thick and choking like heady smoke from flames.
The demons would then quickly raise their hands and start signing.
"Very good, advisor Kito. Oh, but your hand should lie flat on that last part," Kagome said, continuing to instruct.
"General Takamatsu, please don't make that gesture. It's actually a little rude."
"Lady Kaaya, can you-"
A hand rose in the air. "What is the point in our learning how to communicate in sign ourselves if we only need to ascertain what Lord Sesshoumaru is saying? This is a waste of time." A burly looking battle demon frowned.
Kagome blinked and hummed, folding her arms. "Well, I find that the best way to learn something is to demonstrate it yourself, rather than just reading what the signs mean. If you feel like you know enough, then you can go. I won't stop you. But," she smiled. "I won't teach you again. Hopefully you'll know what Sesshoumaru is signing to you. I dunno if he'd be too pleased if you misinterpreted his wishes, do you?"
The various demons in the room broke out into chuckles or soft giggles hidden behind ornate fans. The burly demon's ears turned red, and he piped down grumpily.
Inwardly grinning, Kagome continued with the lesson, not noticing Sesshoumaru's unwavering attention on how she moved, the way she spoke, the brightness of her gaze that could sharpen into annoyance.
He stared, and thought of them long after the teachings were over.
----
A few days later, Inuyasha had inevitably arrived, asking just what the hell she was doing.
“Teaching, duh."
"Why though? Not like you owe that bastard anything. Besides, he ain't even paying you!"
Kagome snorted and laughed, tidying the makeshift 'classroom' she'd set up. "Neither does Kaede when I deliver her medicine or pick herbs. But it's fine. Know why?" She reached out and pat the Hanyou's shoulder. "Because we're friends."
"Keh. Like Sesshoumaru counts you as a friend."
That stung a little more than she thought it would. Kagome glanced away and shrugged. "Well even if he doesn't see me like that, I feel like I'm doing some good here. He's been communicating with his staff and advisors so much easier using sign."
Inuyasha grumbled to himself, not exactly liking it, but unable to dissuade her. Not much could sway the stubborn miko once she set her mind to something.
---
Venturing out with Rin one afternoon a few weeks later, Kagome adjusted her summer hat. Inuyasha had brought over her yellow backpack during a visit, allowing the priestess to leave the Stronghold dressed in more modern clothes.
Kagome assured Jaken that they wouldn't go far, just for a little wander in the adjacent forest that bordered the sea.
"It's nice to visit Lord Sesshoumaru's home sometimes," Rin smiled, adjusting the collar of her summer yukata.
"Yeah," stopping on the dirt path, Kagome glanced back at the imposing compound. "Do you sometimes wish you lived here permanently, instead of the village?"
"Mn, no," Rin shook her head. "As much as I love Jaken, Ah Uh and Lord Sesshoumaru, I'm really enjoying Kaede's teachings. She says I'm very good at telling apart the different plants! I stopped a farmer from picking some poisonous berries just the other day!"
Kagome grinned and followed her through the forest and onto more rocky terrain, the ocean within view beyond the lower trees as they stood on a dusty hill.
"That's great. I'm really happy for you to have found your feet."
Rin nodded, skipping ahead a little, before turning back to look at her. "Do you think you've found your feet here too, Kagome?"
"I guess so?"
"It's just…" Rin fiddled with her hair. "You've been really helpful to Lord Sesshoumaru. Maybe you should be the one thinking about staying here."
"H-huh?" Kagome stopped, feeling the ground shift tenuously under her feet but too distracted to move. "That's...I mean it's a little sudden and random. I'm sure he wouldn't want me hanging around like that. Besides once I'm done teaching, Sesshoumaru will probably want me to leave. I've got no reason to stay."
"There's every reason to stay!" Rin burst, practically trembling with emotion. "He would not say it even if he could speak, but you surely must know that Lord Sesshoumaru-!"
Kagome didn't hear the rest. The fragile rock beneath her caving in the second she took a step back too hard. Yelping, blue eyes flew wide- hand reaching out in vain as the miko dropped feet first into the darkness below.
"Kagome!" Rin called after her, hearing a splash.
Fretting, tears pricked her eyes as she waited, straining her hearing. A cough sounded out from down below. "I-I'm okay, Rin! There's water down here. I think it leads to the ocean but I can't see a thing further in."
"I'll help you-"
"No! Don't come any closer to where I fell in, Rin. The ground isn't stable. Just go and get help, sweetie. I'll be fine."
Rin rubbed furiously at her eyes and nodded, though Kagome couldn't see her. "A-alright! I'll go back to the Stronghold! Hang on!"
Gingerly moving around the hold in the ground, the little girl took off at a sprint in the direction of the Western Fortress.
---
Kicking her legs to stay afloat, Kagome took a few steadying breaths to try and keep calm. The hole above in the cave ceiling provided the only light, the rest of the space pitch black. She wasn't sure how long Rin had been away for. It could have been one minute, it could've been ten. Ethier way, insidious thoughts began to worm their way into her mind.
She didn't know what was in the water with her.
Her imagination began to go wild. Images of giant eels slithering through the current beside her filled her head. Maybe a demonic shark was closing in on her right that second, or the tentacle of an octopus.
Something brushed her ankle.
"AH!" Kagome shrieked, making a break for it in the water. Later on, she'd wonder if it had merely been her other foot brushing against her ankle that had caused the sensation, but at that moment she didn't care. Before she could make it too far however- a sudden flux of water came gushing through the cave. Waves sailed through the tunnel that Kagome was swimming in, sending her flailing through the current and away from the only available light source where she'd dropped in.
Surfacing from the rapid waves that tossed her in the water, Kagome reached out blindly. Now drenched in shadow, she had no choice but to try and get out of the death trap.
Panting, the miko kicked to propel herself forwards, and soon felt solid rock meet her hands. Putting all her strength into her fingers and clinging to the side so as not to be swept away again, Kagome cried out and squeezed her eyes shut.
A hand wrapped around her wrist.
Starting, Kagome stared up unseeingly at the stranger, following their insistent tug that instantly pulled her waist free of the water. Scrambling out of the rushing waves and pulling herself up onto the side, she caught her breath and flopped down onto solid earth.
Soaking wet and nerves shot, she numbly twitched her fingers around the hand still occupying her wrist- quickly withdrawing her touch when feeling claws. A demon.
Her first instant had been to inquire ' Inuyasha?' However, she remained quiet. Kagome inhaled a familiar scent, heart thundering in her ears.
"Sesshoumaru?"
A scratchy, croaking garble wavered out in response. Instead of being dismayed, Kagome reached out in the dark, feeling smooth skin and the hard line of a jaw. Her thumb dragged over a parted lip, and that noise came again, throaty.
That's what he sounds like when he tries to speak?
"Don't try to talk," she murmured, drawing herself up to sit and weakening. Luscious, soft fur wrapped around her waist, nudging as if possessed with it's own will to draw her closer into a steady heat. Kagome's bare legs met hakama clad thighs. Her cheek rested against the silky feel of his hankimono, no armour meeting her hands. A heartbeat drummed strong and steady beneath her ear, and for some inexplicable reason, tears chose that moment to sting her eyes.
The rush of fear that had been held at bay burst like a dam, and Kagome wrapped her arms around the demon lord, giving a muffled sob into his chest and trembling. "I-I was so scared," she confessed into the dark.
A palm rested on the crown of her head, dragging down soaked dark locks and curling into the strands. Serotonin hit her like a freight train the second it registered that Sesshoumaru was petting her hair. It shouldn't have affected her, but Kagome trembled and pressed herself harder against the security his silent presence offered. A rumbling came from the depths of his chest, like a throaty croon.
Lifting her head, Kagome couldn't see anything in the thick darkness, but smiled into the unknown. "Even with your throat scratched up, you're still trying to comfort me?" She giggled weakly. "Careful, or people will talk."
Two hands grasped hers, raising them into the air between them. Sesshoumaru then opened his palms and kept her touch on his hands as he moved them, signing something that had her breath hitching.
'Let them talk.'
Blinking damp lashes, Kagome swallowed and wet her lips. Lifting her hands, she gingerly touched his face, blindly moving one to his ear, the other dragging down his cheek. Closing her eyes, she managed to get a visual of his face, mapping out the points of his ears, the silky fall of his hair, how his strong jaw felt, captured in her palm. Lips pressed against the pads of her fingers after she accidentally touched his nose.
Raising herself on her knees, Kagome seized her courage and tilted her chin up- relief flooding her when lips found hers in the dark.
His mouth felt simultaneously firm and soft. Kissing him, the miko felt two hands running down her sides, splaying wide on her hips and lifting her onto his lap. Parting her lips, she felt a wet tongue slide into her mouth, brushing toe curlingly light before-
"Kagome! Ya down here?!" A distant voice shouted.
Jolting, a long exhale shuddered out of her, cheeks burning. She pressed her face into the crook of his neck, his cold skin blissful against her own feverish one, while Sesshoumaru made a low, frustrated noise.
Stupid Inuyasha.
---
After Sesshoumaru lifted her to the exit, which turned out to be the mouth of the cave that bordered the sea, Inuyasha checked her over. Rin had been a sobbing mess. After assuring them as best she could, Kagome was taken back to the Stronghold.
Disappointingly, Sesshoumaru had to leave to attend a meeting that he'd had to put on hold in order to go save her in the first place.
Sighing, Kagome towelled her hair and sat on the porch outside her room. A dip in the hot springs had helped relax her frazzled nerves. Inuyasha had been pretty insistent she leave. In his own way, she knew he was just worried after the minor scare, but she'd turned him down.
There was something she needed to confront first.
It took a few hours. The sun had long since dipped below the horizon, subsequent oranges, pinks and purples from the sunset replaced with a dark, cloudless sky.
Kagome looked up at the stars, clutching mokomoko a little tighter around her shoulders. He'd left it behind, and it acted as a barrier against the chill in the air. It smelled like him. Don't ask her how she knew that.
The creak of weight shifting on wood caught her attention, and Kagome turned to see his figure approaching. Sesshoumaru stared, yukata a little loose, exposing a pale sliver of his chest. She quickly diverted her attention to his golden eyes- which were laughing at her.
Kagome huffed, raising a brow when he signed; 'I thought you'd leave with my brother.'
Blinking, she wasn't entirely sure how to take that. When the Daiyoukai gracefully sat down beside her however, eyes guarded, she let the words slip out. They were awkward, and perhaps a little cheesy, but they were sincere.
"I chose you- can't you see?" She gave a soft, nervous giggle, heart thundering. "I'll always choose you."
Silence swallowed them whole, feeling like a physical weight. The rustle of silk signalled Sesshoumaru moving, before lips ghosted over the corner of her mouth, silver hair falling forward to tickle her cheek. Kagome eased into the warmth of his body as naturally as breathing, feeling a hand settle at the base of her spine.
"Promise me," a thin, scratchy sounding voice demanded softly. "Promise me you'll stay."
Sucking in a startled breath, emotion filled her lungs alongside the sharp intake of air. Stinging blue eyes squeezed shut, and Kagome smiled and nodded. "Of course I will, silly. For however long you want."
She felt his mouth smile against her burning cheek.
"Indefinitely, miko."
#sesskag#Sesshoumaru x Kagome#asks#prompts#this is way too long#ah mute Sesshoumaru using sign language was a nice change of pace
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The Hostess
The capital's shadow gradually distanced with each heavy boot falling into the dusted cobblestone path. The bustling murmur of Trade District was barely a whisper beneath the trees. Now only the chirping of wildlife and the whistle of breeze filled his ears. Still, no matter how far he walked, the words stuck to Gladeriel's mind.
Every day the comments would get more blatant, the actions careless. It was normalizing for everyone but himself. As if his own mother had been forgotten from this world, erased from the thoughts of all to only still live in his mind. No, that wasn't quite right. To them, she had never died at all; never existed in the first place to ever leave this world. The blade on his back, the knife in his pocket, he himself--all might as well be forged by a nameless smith.
But why did he entertain this? He carried the cigars. He carried the dagger. He carried her. Yet, when he stepped out that store, all mention of her perished. Was this a front, a strong face for the public? Or were these remnants a quiet lie to his own children? Was this what two years after thousands could really do?
But, to Gladeriel, it was barely over a month.
The worn leather pack over his shoulder clinked and rustled with its bare necessities. This was likely no final parting; after all, he promised her to say goodbye if he did. Still, for now, he could not stomach another vapid disregard or ignorant slight. Would never want to disrupt Saeteth Duskthorn's quiet life.
Though he had but one main road to follow, he still felt an unnatural pull to that inn coming into view. The fluttering in his chest rose again and his stomach writhed. The other worm burrowing through his conscience of late: that hostess. He knew she was in there. And he was prepared this time.
'Hostess'. Not a great approximation to the kaldorei term but close enough as Common would allow. More-so a practice in the days of castes and luxury, Gladeriel still came across a few lounges or cabarets strewn about Kalimdor even prior to the Battle of Mount Hyjal. Hardly did he participate unless he was being treated by another. After all, a hostess only offers conversation and attention for your coin purse. 'A whore without the point,' as he would tell him.
That is what made these sensations so suspect. Above anyone else, Gladeriel knew better than to fall for a cabaret girl. Much less one he spent only a few passing sentences with. There was something more to this woman. If she was even a person.
The tavern floor was patronless as usual--still recovering from the former poor management if the barkeep was to be believed. That very man, K, stood behind his charge, polishing a glass meticulously as usual. The men exchanged a silent nod. Until he entered his sphere, the eccentric bar tender would not further respond to his presence.
"Oh, hey, you're back!" the chipper voice greeted Glade from his right.
Whether due to his previously high-strung emotions or the atmosphere of the room, Gladeriel found his dry mouth exceedingly hard to swallow. "Mm," he grunted in acknowledgement. The bright smile plumping soft cheeks beaming back at him did break a smirk onto his own face--though it could still be chalked up to nervousness. Regardless, he would have to keep the enthusiasm up if he was to get anywhere. Exceptionally grumpy patrons were usually a red flag to these girls, even if they were being paid.
"Lara, right?" he asked, removing the greatsword from his back and leaning it against the overlooking banister.
"Yes! You remembered!" she grew giddier the more he approached her seat. Her spot was nestled into the corner amongst the other seats, allowing her to entertain multiple guests at a time, should she need. Her chair, in particular, was lavished with cushions, ribbons, and satin. The others were made of comfortable wood, at least. "Sooo... Here for fun?"
It was the nicest way to ask if he was intent on paying for her time. In response, he began to dig through a pocket of the satchel for a 'gift'. For these services, one rarely pays with literal coin. Drinks and items are bought from the house and the servicer gets a cut of the earnings. Outside gifts are welcomed but the time they buy is up to the host's discretion.
What Gladeriel pulled from the pocket had been swiped from his father's place. He could place no sentimental value to it so he hardly cared if his dad did. A necklace of sorts with a crystalline charm dangling from a thin, silver chain. The charm had scintillating, blue liquid within and exuberated warmth. To any kaldorei, it was very apparent that these were blessed moonwell waters.
Silver eyes wide, Lara gasped at the production of the charm. "Is this for me?" she asked astonished behind her gloved fingers, "It's so pretty!"
Gladeriel nodded, silently indicating for her to dip her slender neck so that he may fasten it. He struggled to keep his hands steady, that blade burning in his pocket. The moment the bauble touched the bare square on her chest, there was no telling what would happen. After what seemed minutes of clasping the chain around her, he at last pulled his hands back.
Intently staring upon the charm, he watched as she twiddled the delicate thing happily between her fingers, admiring its beauty. "This is so sweet!" she exclaimed, though deaf to him, "Thank you!" His eyes twitched further open as she gently let it down onto her clavicle. And...
Nothing. Idly, it twisted back and forth, illuminating her tan skin blue about it. Even if the thin glass was that much of a container, Glade had rubbed droplets of the vassal along its chain prior. A typical demon or other holy-avoidant would have some adverse reaction, usually including burning. Yet, the situation still remained dubious. Even if she was not a manner of alluring demon, she could still be a malicious mesmer.
As she prattled on about how special this was--despite it being nothing to either of them--she pulled out a small hand mirror and turned from Glade's view. This was his opportunity for his second test. Reaching into the bag again, he grabbed a small trinket.
What seemed to be a tiny bar inset with crystals was much more useful than its size. The bar itself was made of thorium, enchanted to draw in magical energies. The gems themselves were empty mana crystals. In the presence of mid-to-high arcane or fel levels, the crystals would fill and illuminate.
As of right now, they were dull. At times, due to the subtle work of the enchantment, one would have to get the detector close to the source to divine any reaction.Yet, as he peered into his hand, drawing it closer and closer to the hostess, not even a faint twinkle came from within. Perhaps inert? It had been some time since Glacies crafted it for him.
"There's a 'no touching' policy, honey," came a soft chiding. Glade nearly shot up at the sudden stroke to his hand. Having been so focused on the crystals, he barely noticed how close his fist had gotten to the hostess' bare leg, peeking from the slit of her skirt and winding far to the floor.
With a quick shake of his head, Glade began to pull his arm away. Before he could make it to the bag's pocket again, he felt the velour softly grasp onto his wrist. Their gaze met before he had time to make any sort of excuse. "But..." her eyelids lowered, glancing off bashfully, "I could ease that a little. For you." Suddenly, between the cracks in his fingers, Gladeriel noticed a light aglow.
"How about a glass," the manifested maître d'-slash-bartender told them, rather than asked.
There was no surprise that K was some manner of arcanist, judging from the crystals' lavender glow as opposed to green. After all, it was during Glade's first stay here that he managed to 'poof' away the kaldorei's inebriation. Whether that was a manner of enchantment in the first place, anyways. Regaining his arm and composure, Glade sat upright and tucked the trinket away, watching the glasses that were about to be distributed to the two with no input regarded from either one.
What was to his surprise is that there was no long exposition on the origin or creation of the drinks. Without word, he simply set them on the table and proceeded to produce yet another cup from the nothingness behind him to begin cleaning. Two whisky glasses, sloshing around with some amber liquid. It looked astonishingly like a normal liquor. Glade dipped his head in appreciation as he took his own cup, glancing to Lara to witness her bringing her own to her lips. He tilted it...
And tilted it.
The glass was practically tipped upside-down over his tongue before he noticed there was no actual spirits inside.
"I said I would give you glasses. Not drinks. Simple glass hollowed around the rim and filled with liquid. Looks like the real thing, doesn't it?" K began his ramblings, "It's not. Not this time. False. Fiction. A fabrication. Totally made up. You can drink all you’d like but you won't get a drop. It will always stay empty. And so will you." Glade lifted his head, expecting to meet eyes with the proprietor, glaring at him for his perceived infraction. Instead, that stare was upon the hostess herself.
"That's a dirty trick, K!" the hostess pouted, setting the glass back with a huff. The outsider watched on as the two continued to exchange their stare, as if transmitting messages unseen. Finally, K walked off and Lara stood in unison, her resting a hand on Glade's shoulder.
"Looks like my shift's over," she lamented, pushing her full lower lip outwards, "Next time you come in, drinks are on me, okay?"
Despite the sweet suggestion from between her smiling lips, it was her hanging silver gaze from her full risen height that brought rise in Gladeriel. The sudden rush of blood. The tingling across his chest. The inexplicable shortness of words and breath. "Y-yeah..." the words toppled from his mouth in the way his gelatin legs would had he been standing.
Stretching her smile thin, the tall woman bent over to tag the man's cheek with her painted lips. They felt cold against his heated face. The heels clicked to the distance, him left sitting paralyzed with the teal frozen seal on his cheekbone.
These sensations were not instilled by infatuation or desire. Love or lust.
It was fear.
He would be sleeping in Lakeshire that night.
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Mother
Masamune x MC
genre: angst/fluff
word count:2208
summary: retelling of Masamune’s love’s union gacha story from MC’s POV
a/n: It always bothers me how MC just decides to stay in past without care about her family, so for stories sake let’s assume Sasuke went back to the future.
With everyone asleep, Aoba was a quiet place; quite a contrast compared to how loud and lively it was during the day (it is Masamune’s castle, after all). Having changed into my sleeping robe, I was sitting on the futon, waiting for my lover to join me ( I’d say to sleep, dear reader, but we both know that would be a lie.).And my handsome Masamune was still at his desk, working despite the late hour. He may be a wild tiger, but he took his responsibility as a head of the clan very seriously. He did everything he could to make life easier for the people of Oshu. And I’m not just talking about him going to war or battling demons of paperwork. I mean little things as well, like cooking a meal for his men on patrol, or writting letters to his vassals to thank them or simply talk about what’s been going on lately. “You shouldn’t write in the dark. It’s bad for you’re eye.”, I broke the silence hoping to convince him to put down the brush for tonight. “I know, I know. I’ll be done in a second. You just wait for me like a good kitten”, he said, raising his head to flash me a smile that made my heart skip a beat or two. “Meow!”, My god, I’m such a dork. I hugged my knees to my chest, rocking back and forth. Masamune returned his attention to the letter he was writing, and again silence settled in.
Having nothing else to do but wait, I soon got lost in my own thoughts. Some time has passed since I started living here in Aoba. It still surprises me how quickly I’ve gotten used to the life here. Masamune encouraged my worked as a seamstress. He had a room prepared for me, where I could sketch and make clothes; I already had a few clients. He would often keep my drawings to hang on the wall, always repeating how much he loved my art. I’ve made friends with maids, and Kojuro and guys were always there to lend a helping hand. I spent my free time with Masamune, getting into all sort of adventures, and sometimes troubles. We would go for a ride, or a walk around town, we ate delicious food, we cooked together, we laughed and we made love. All in all, life was good. I remember how nervous I was in the days before we left Azuchi, worrying if I would be accepted in Oshu as I was among Oda. Not to mention that I’m still not completely used to the life in Sengoku period. Yes, things are great so far. But from time to time, I can’t help giving voice to my old insecurities. What happens if this doesn’t work out? The picture of my parants forms in my mind, only to slowly morph into that of Masamune and I. And their insults and shouts fall from our lips, that so far know only sweet kisses and sweet nothings. No, I don’t want to think of that.
I quickly try to banish those thoughts back into the dark corners of my mind. Luckly for me, a voice calls from outside our room. “Pardon me for the intrusion this late at night, my lord. There is a letter from Lady Yoshihime.” Masamune receives the letter and tells both man to get some rest. Once we are alone again, I couldn’t help voicing my curiosity: “Who’s Lady Yoshihime?” “My mother.”, he says, and something about his indifferent voice makes me feel uneasy. “I’ve noticed she doesn’t live in the castle with us…”The first day I came here they held a feast to celebrate Masamune’s return and my arrival, where Masamune introduced me to a lot of people that are important to him. You’d think that his mother would be among them. “She poisoned me when I was young. There’s messy politics with her side of the family, so it seemed best we live apart.”, he said it as if he was informing me about the weather outside.“I’m sorry, WHAT?” I misheard that, right? He did not just say his mother tried to have him killed. I stared at him, trying to process what he just told me. “It’s not that strange. When it comes to the succession of a clan, things often get ugly. With the loss of my eye, she must have thought I wasn’t fit to be the head of the Date and decided to take matters into her own hands.” Shock quickly turned into anger. She tried to kill her own child because of something that wasn’t his fault, something he couldn’t change. For a moment, I thought of my own mother, who believed motherhood to be the most sacred and joyous role a woman could have, who loved and supported unconditionally and would give up anything and everything for her children. I could not imagine how difficult it must have been for Masamune, being sick and losing your eye. And the one person who was supposed to love him more than anyone betrays him like that. My heart filled with sorrow. It must have shown on my face, because Masamune tried to reassure me with a smile: “I barely remember it. Must not have been that bad, or I wouldn’t have forgotten, right? If I let it trouble me, I wouldn’t be fit to be a lord, and that would only prove my mother right.” His words reminded me of what Master Kosai told me about Masamune. “One who would stand above others must be most strict with oneself. They must work as hard as their hardest workers and be always deserving of the praise their station affords them. Their pain they must learn to bear with on their own, for they will at times be alone. Those were the lessons I instilled in that young child. He survived by embracing what I taught him. So much that he no longer needs to ‘act’ to be the ideal leader from his lessons. But our nature is unchanging. In the deepest part of Masamune’s heart that injured young child remains.
Having read the letter, Masamune joined me on the futon. Smile on his face, he patted my head. But for a moment, a mere second, I saw something in the depth of his eye. You never tamed you’re demons, Masamune, you just kept them on a leash. And the wounds of heart are never quick to heal. You could try to ignore them, you might even forget them. But they remain there somewhere, waiting for a chance to overwhelm you. And if you cannot entrust them to anyone else, at least entrust them to me. So I pulled him down to bed with me, holding him close to my chest, his cheek resting against my breast. I run my fingers softly through his hair. “I want you to listen carefully to what I’m about to say. I love you, so you don’t ever have to hide how you feel when you’re around me. You’re not my lord, Masamune. You’re the man I love; a fun guy who acts all cool but has the most adorable blush, the one who can kiss my heart into a full stop and then restart it with a touch, someone who always protects me and encourages me. And I will always be here for you. So leave the perfect leader outside this room, and just be my Masamune.” He tried to protest but, I wouldn’t let him. Then he turned his face from me, and for a moment I thought he might cry. But after a while he met my eyes again. “I’ll try.”, he said with a smile. I guess old habits die hard. “That’s a start.” I kissed his forehead and continued running my fingers through his hair. Eventually I felt him relax as he drifted to sleep. But my brain was too busy for that. I was angry at Lady Yoshihime, I was sad for Masamune. And in the stillness of the night, my mind wandered to that dark corner again. I was afraid.
Hearing about Masamune’s mother made me think about my own parents. I knew they must be worried about me. Sasuke promised to deliver my letter. Hopefully, that will ease their hearts. It wouldn’t be the first time I disappeared of the radar. They were good parents, for the most part. Well, when it comes to my father, the best I can say is that he tried. He never failed to tell me he loved me. I never once doubted it. But he wasn’t the easiest man to get along with. He had his opinions and his expectations, and those were set in stone. Being his eldest child, the bar was set especially high for me. He worked two jobs to save money for my education. And though he never understood my passion for fashion, he supported me, so long as he didn’t have to listen to me talk about it. He never raised his hands on us, but his anger was something to be feared. My mother, on the other hand was a saint. I’ve never heard her raise her voice. No matter what troubled her, she always wore a smile. She was the one who took care of us when we were sick, fed us, helped us do homework or study for exam, attended every parents meeting, every school play… She was there to listen to us for hours and comfort us. She was there for every tear and every smile.
But as good as they were in their roles as parents, they were the worst couple I’ve ever seen. I could count the times I remember seeing them being affectionate towards each other on the fingers of my hands, if those hands were in a terrible accident and were missing a few fingers. Instead, there were fights and shouting, and then days of them ignoring each other, and us walking on eggshells around them. They would act more affectionate towards me and my brother, as if they were competing for our love. And it was always about something small and insignificant, a misplaced item or misheard word. It always ended with the ‘talk’ where my father would insist they just forget and move on. There were never any apologies, they never talked things through.
My parents didn’t marry for love, or at least if they did it was quickly spent. They did their best not to let their fights affect the kids. My childhood was for the most part a happy one. But the older I got, the more I noticed the cracks that began to show. They were not happy, although they stubbornly maintained that illusion. What makes someone choose to stay and live a life next to a person that makes them miserable? Why don’t you just leave him? I heard my aunt say to my mum one time. I do it for my children. I could never leave them. They are my everything. Maybe that was the moment when the fear was born, squeezing my heart each time she smiled. I was causing her pain just by being, a cage to a bird who otherwise could simply fly away. And I started to wonder if one day I too will be like that. “Mom, I love you. But I don’t want to become you.”, I said on the night before my cousin’s wedding, when the conversation inevitably turned into wedding talk, and I tell her I don’t ever want to marry. I see a heart breaking in those eyes. A single shard of glass melts and runs down her cheek; on its way, leaves my heart bleeding as well. Still she smiles: ” So long as you’re happy, I’ll be happy too.”.
The sky is still pale yellow-blue. I stared at the eye of a calm sea, and I felt calm as well; last night’s shadows fleeing before the morning light. Or maybe it’s Masamune’s touch that chases them away. He was always good at that, erasing my insecurities. Though I now know he was plagued by them too. Both of us are with hidden corners in our hearts, echoing with the words “You’re not good enough.” A doubt dwells in the back of the mind; his slumbers deep within, mine lingers just beneath the skin. Still I believe we’ll be alright. “ I want you’re face to be the first thing I see in the morning. Whether we’re at war, or everything is peaceful. I want that tomorrow, and the day after, and forever more.”, he brushed his finger along my cheek. I knew it won’t always be easy, I knew many things will try to break us apart. Still I believed in us. Whatever we might face, with you by my side, I was confident enough. “ My love for you will never change, Masamune.” He drew me to his chest, I felt his tears touch my head. The beating of his heart told me they were not tears of sorrow. I remained quietly in his arms, as another tear slides down my cheek. Mother, I’m happy now.
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The Third Path
Some new ghost hunters have come to town, but are they really ghost hunters, or something else?
When a human dies, there are three paths the freed soul can take. Most are sent straight to the After. However, some stay behind.
“Excuse me, dear girl, but may I have a moment of your time!”
Valerie frowned at the shout and turned her board around to see a Latina woman staring at her with a curious smile. She had knee-length black hair that, alongside her long white dress, swirled around her from her spot on the edge of a skyscraper’s roof.
The ghost hunter immediately dove down towards the woman, holding up her hands. “Woah, hey now. There’s no need for that. Come down from there and we can talk about this.”
The woman frowned, then smiled again as she climbed down and stepped back until there were a good five feet between her and the edge. “Apologies, I did not mean to frighten you. I simply wished to gain your attention. I did not anticipate you taking my position in such a way.”
“Right,” Valerie said slowly dropping down to the roof and banishing her board. “How can I help you?”
The woman hummed, staring at where her board had been before looking up at her.
A shiver went up Valerie’s spine at the neon blue color of the woman’s eyes, but it was washed away a second later by a wave of contentment that filled her.
“My name is Adelaida. I and my people have come to this town to assist with the demonic presence that plagues you.”
Valerie’s eyes widened. “Demonic? You mean the ghosts?”
“Yes, that is the term you use for them, isn’t it?”
“You’re ghost hunters?” she asked cautiously. More ghost hunters wasn’t exactly a bad thing, but only if they were actually helpful. Most of the ghost hunters Valerie has met were absolutely useless while the G.I.W. did more damage than the ghosts. The Fenton’s at least knew what they were doing, even if they tended to be a little trigger happy and often late to the party.
“In a sense. We hoped to gain information on the demons -- or ghosts -- that most commonly plague you. We have already sought out the matriarch and patriarch of the Fenton family as our research painted them as your town’s best hunters and they spoke well of you. As such, we wished to see if you would have any information that might assist us.”
Valerie straightened up with Pride. It was nice that some people appreciated her efforts. She’d never really spoken to the Fentons in her hunting persona -- too worried they’d recognize her -- and everyone else either opposed her because of her fights with Phantom or was Masters, and Masters was one wrong move away from a face full of ecto-ray.
“They did not inform us that you use demonic relics to fight with, however.”
She flinched. She wasn’t exactly happy to be using ghost-made weapons, but she wasn’t going to look a gift horse in the mouth. Her suit was far and away the best of the best and let her keep up with ghosts in ways no other human could. “Well, fight fire with fire and all that.”
“I suppose.”
She frowned at the disgust in Adelaida’s voice. “It’s not that different from the ecto-weapons the Fentons have created.”
“No, but those are distasteful as well.”
“Well, what do you use?” If Adelaida was another one of those people who thought you could fight ghosts with sage and horseshoes, Valerie was taking off without another word. Where did people even get ideas like that?
“My people have access to an energy that is the polar opposite of the energy used by demons, the matter to their antimatter so to speak. It can be quite painful to ghosts and does not burden us with using such horrific devices.”
Valerie felt her annoyance with the woman’s haughtiness growing, but shoved it down in curiosity at the idea of some sort of anti-ectoplasm. “Really? How did you get your hands on something like that? Did your people develop it?”
“In a way. But that is not why I’m here. Tell me, what do you know of the demons that plague this town?”
She shrugged. “Too much to tell. There’s a ghost for every day of the year and they all show up at random. The short of it though is one ghost. Well, two, but Box Ghost is more a nuisance than a threat.”
Adelaida nodded. “The Fenton’s mentioned the box obsessed demon. I suppose the other you referenced is the one who refers to itself as Danny Phantom.”
“Yeah, him.” Valerie scowled. She still wasn’t sure how to feel about the ghost-boy. Every time she considered going back to hunting him, all she could think about was him pleading for her to let him save Dani and him holding out his hands after so she could capture him once more. She thought about the times they’d worked together and how he’d only ever betrayed her by telling her father her secret to keep her from what she knew was a suicide mission.
The woman must have misread her scowl as she said, “Yes, I understand your frustration. The Fenton’s told us much about the hero act the demon uses to gain favor in the town and we agree that its tie to this plane is likely its need for attention. Given its age, it was likely either an unwanted or neglected child or one who hoarded such attention in life, such as a prince or celebrity. It has clearly come to find that displays of kindness are its best bet to gain this attention and should the attention ever wane, it will undoubtedly return to its early acts of vandalism and violence to satisfy its obsession once more.”
Even though she nodded along, Valerie couldn’t help but disagree as she’d done before when she’d heard such things from the Fenton’s. Phantom didn’t like attention, he had run away from his phans and hidden from news copters enough for that to be obvious. Sure, he was a showboat, but he never stuck around after a fight. If Phantom had an obsession -- which Valerie didn’t buy -- it was probably fighting. Or maybe just Amity Park in general. He’d certainly claimed it as his territory, judging by the fact that a few of the ghosts that could be found skulking about often complained about how “Phantom said we could stay!” and would go cry to him if she tried to capture them.
“Is there anything else you could tell us?”
Valerie considered saying something about Masters, but she was hesitant to reveal the human-ghost hybrid. If someone discovered him, how long until they discovered Dani? She wouldn’t be the reason the girl was in danger again. “Careful with Phantom. He’s a lot more powerful than most of the ghosts we see around here and he’s got allies.”
“Allies?”
“Most don’t know it, but Phantom lets some ghosts stick around. He’ll protect them if we come after them, so I wouldn’t put it past them to return the favor if he needed it.”
“Vassals then,” Adelaida hummed. “That could be promising. The Fenton’s did not mention that. Thank you for your assistance. I will inform my people.” She gave a curtsey and turned to leave.
“Would you like some help?”
The woman looked back at her with a smile as she opened to the door to the rooftop entrance. “We have this under control, young one.”
With that, she was gone.
Valerie frowned as she took back to the air. She briefly wondered if she should reach out to Phantom about this before shoving the thought aside. Even if she wasn’t sure about hunting the ghost-boy, she wasn’t going to help him either. And the woman didn’t give her the same creeps as the G.I.W., so it was probably fine. In fact, the woman had felt warm and comforting.
Although it was admittedly kind of weird that she’d called Valerie young when Adelaida looked like she was maybe in her early twenties at best and the suit made people think Valerie was older than her actual sixteen years. Also, there’d been something off with her eyes. Valerie couldn’t place it, but they’d just felt… uncanny.
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“It’s not funny,” Danny muttered, rubbing at his back and scowling at his laughing friend.
“How long until the paint wears off?” Sam chuckled.
“I don’t even know! Young-butt wouldn’t say.”
“What’s going on?” Tucker said, glancing between them as he joined them for their walk home.
“Apparently, Danny forgot to mention that he got ambushed on his way home from his weekend in Olympus,” Sam said, laughter still tinting her voice.
At Tucker’s worried look, Danny elaborated. “Youngblood decided we were going to have a water balloon fight.”
“But instead of water, he filled them with ectoplasmic paint. And now his ghost half is covered in the stuff, even if he transforms.”
“Only my face and hair. Thankfully I was wearing that ceremonial outfit Pandora gave me. I hope she doesn’t want it back before I can figure out how to get the stains out.”
“Ghost OxiClean,” Sam suggested over Tucker’s laughter.
“What color… are… you now?” Tucker asked between chortles.
“A dark purple,” Danny sighed.
Sam pat his head. “Could be worse. You could be red. We’d be forced to make Christmas jokes and then we’d be back to square one with you, Mr. Grinch.”
Danny rolled his eyes and knocked their shoulder together, only to hiss at the pain that shot up his back.
“You okay, dude?” Tucker asked, wiping away tears.
“Yeah, my back just started hurting last night. I thought I’d just pulled something in the fight, but it was even worse this morning. I took some of the pain meds Frostbite gave me, but they wore off.”
“Does your ghost form even have muscles to pull?” Tucker wondered.
“We can head to your house first so we can pick up your pills,” Sam suggested. “It really must be hurting if you actually took them instead of deciding to wait it out.”
It was. It felt like growing pains crossed with the ghost gauntlets, but worse. A throbbing ache that took his breath away with random spikes.
“Thanks.”
They were halfway to his house when Danny’s ghost sense went off and a grey-green arm shot out of an alleyway to drag him in. He braced for a fight, but relaxed slightly when he saw it was Kitty.
She looked rumpled, her hair messed up and her jacket singed with burns littering her skin.
“What’s wrong? Valerie again?”
She shook her head. “I don’t know who attacked us. I couldn’t see them, but I think they were after you. When they captured Johnny and Shadow in a net, I heard one of them say they’d gotten one of Phantom’s vassals, whatever that means.”
“A vassal is someone who is granted land by nobility in return for loyalty, respect, and wartime support,” Sam explained. “It kind of describes the deal you and the others have with Danny, in an archaic way.”
“If you ignore the fact Danny’s not nobility and substitute the loyalty stuff for you guys just not attacking people,” Tucker added.
Kitty’s nose scrunched up at the information, but otherwise ignored it. “Please, you have to help them! We weren’t even doing anything this time!”
Danny gave her an unimpressed look.
“Okay, maybe Johnny destroyed some guy’s car because he was checking me out, but can you blame him.”
“Yes,” Danny said, then sighed. “Fine, but you need to head back to the Ghost Zone as soon as I get your boyfriend out. Try to warn anyone you can on your way. Might be best for everyone to get clear until I figure out what these guys want.”
She agreed immediately and he turned to his friends.
“We’ll be right behind you,” Sam said and Tucker nodded.
“Alright, I’m going ghost!”
Kitty and Danny shot into the air, Danny holding onto Kitty since he was faster while she led him to where she’d last seen Johnny.
They found him on a side street, pinned beneath a net that glowed silver. It certainly didn’t look like anything he was used to. His parents’ tech was all green since it used pure ectoplasm straight from the ghost zone. Valerie’s was a reddish-pink thanks to Technus keeping her aesthetic the same as Vlad’s tech, which was powered by his own energy. The G.I.W.’s was blue due to the purification they did on all the ectoplasm they got their hands on.
Danny looked around as they got closer to the street, but didn’t see anyone. Knowing it was a trap, but with no other choice, they turned invisible and dropped down next to the net.
“Johnny,” Kitty whispered, kneeling next to him.
“Hey Kitten,” he groaned. He looked up at Danny and smirked. “What happened to your face?”
“Shut up.” Seeing the way the net was hurting Johnny, Danny reached out with his energy to pull it off him that way.
The net went flying. Thank you, Pandora! Telekinesis was the best!
“Thanks, kid,” Johnny huffed.
“You know, I’m the same age as you guys now,” Danny said as Kitty helped him stand and Shadow peeled off the ground, looking worse for wear.
“Sure, give or take a few decades,” Johnny snorted.
“Just get out of here befo-” Danny was cut off by a blast to the side that sent him flying. He shrieked as his back hit the asphalt.
“Kid!”
“Go!” he ordered, fighting through the pain to sit up.
Johnny looked conflicted for a moment, then summoned his bike.
As the two rode off, Danny turned to face the direction the blast had come from.
“So you are the one called Danny Phantom?” a man said as he walked out of the shadows.
Danny’s first impression was that the man didn’t look like a hunter. He was taller and thinner than Danny and probably in his late twenties. He wore a tank top and athletic shorts, but no shoes. His dark brown skin was offset by pale gold hair and silver eyes.
Glowing silver eyes.
“You’re a ghost,” Danny groaned. Great, just what he needed: Infighting.
The ghost laughed. “You date yourself, demon. If you can’t recognize me, you must be less than two hundred years.”
“Pretty sure the suit says the same thing, but go off I guess,” Danny snorted as he stood. “Wait, did you just call me a demon?”
The man raised his hand and Danny took to the air to dodge a blast of silver energy.
“What? Not even going to start in on your evil plan. What kind of villain doesn’t monologue?”
“The only evil villain here is you,” the ghost hissed as he shot blast after blast at the flying halfa. “We are here to cleanse this town of you and your demonic vassals.”
“First of all, they're not my vassals, I just don’t bother kicking them back to the Ghost Zone as long as they don’t cause trouble,” Danny said, creating a shield to absorb the blasts. “And second, what’s with all the dem-Wait, we?”
A blast hit him in the back and ANCIENTS! OW! THAT HURT! THAT VERY MUCH HURT!
He barely caught himself before he hit the ground and quickly summoned another shield, this time creating a sphere to wrap around him. He glanced back to take in his new opponent.
For half a second, he thought it was Dani. Then he realized the short, white-haired woman actually looked like she was in her mid-forties, had vivid yellow eyes, and was Asian.
He blamed the pain. The excruciating pain.
“Oh goody, two for one special, must be my lu-”
Something slammed into his shield from above just as the two’s blasts hit it and it shattered.
His back hit the pavement and he must have blacked out because the next thing he knows he’s being held aloft by an angel.
“Maybe next time you fall from heaven, get better aim,” he whimpered.
The black-haired, blue-eyed, winged ghost gave him an unimpressed look and opened her mouth, but was cut off by Goldilocks.
“Adelaida, humans.”
His captor glanced to the side and her raven-like wings turned invisible.
Danny turned to look as well and saw Sam and Tucker running up, looking nervous.
“Divya, take care of them.”
Oh hell no!
“Phantom!” Valerie snarled, flying in to hover over his friends.
Good, she’d protect them.
“Have you really moved on to attacking unarmed civilians?”
Or not.
“Unar-They’re ghosts!”
Valerie looked at her wrist. “My tracker says otherwise.”
“Your tracker doesn’t pick me up half the time!”
“You think they’re overshadowed?” Sam asked.
“They’re glowing!” Danny huffed, gesturing towards Adelaida.
“I don’t see it,” Tucker said.
“It’s alright,” the Asian woman — Divya supposedly — said, walking towards his friends.
To his surprise, all three humans started to relax.
“No.” The halfa scowled. “No. No, we are not having another mayor incident.” He raised his hand and fired.
Adelaida shrieked as he hit her wing and they flickered into visibility.
He kicked her away then fired at Goldilocks and Divya, revealing their pale gold and white wings respectively. “See, ghosts! Now get those two out of here.”
Valerie hesitated, then swooped down to grab Sam and Tucker.
“What? Hey!”
“Put me down!”
Danny turned to the ghosts to see them regrouping.
Adelaida looked furious as she stepped forward. “I am ending this.”
“Adelaida,” Goldilocks warned.
“The humans already know of us, Buhle. It is time to put the demon down.”
He nodded and stepped behind her, Divya following his lead.
Adelaida braced herself with her wings and feet and took a deep breath.
Danny only just had enough time to realize what was about to happen and throw up a shield before her ghostly wail hit. Hers looked much like his own, though neon blue instead of his own toxic green. It also didn’t seem as powerful as his considering he was still standing, even if cracks were quickly forming on his shield. He wasn’t sure if it was a power thing or just that she was holding back.
He hoped it was a power thing as he braced his feet. He let the shield fall just as his own wail rang out.
Green sonic waves clashed with blue, pressing back and forth against each other with the green slowly gaining ground. Then the blue faltered, a bit of shock lacing her voice, and the green waves steamrolled through.
Adelaida, Buhle, and Divya went flying and Danny cut off the wail. He fell to his hands and knees, using every bit of his willpower to hold onto his ghost form.
“Phantom!” Sam shouted.
“Well, that’s one way to remove ghost paint,” Tucker chuckled nervously.
Danny gave a panting laugh, spotting his once more white hair falling into his face.
He tried to look up at the ghosts, but he was exhausted and his back was hurting more than ever before as the adrenalin ran out. He was a sitting duck, just barely holding onto his ghost form.
Wonderful.
He felt something come near and Sam shouted, “Get away from him!”
A hand settled gently on his back and… Oh. Oh! Oh, that felt good. He looked up and was surprised to see Divya standing over him, her eyes glowing the same color as his own.
“So young,” she cooed.
“Impossible!” Adelaida gasped.
Danny turned to see Buhle supporting her, both staring at him with shock.
“None have been born in three hundred years,” the silver-eyed ghost said. “He does not even have his wings.”
“They’re growing in now,” Divya replied. “That is probably our fault. We invaded his territory.”
“He can not be,” Adelaida said, shaking her head. “He works with demons, allows them to harm humans.”
“I don’t let anyone hurt anyone,” Danny huffed. “The others are only allowed to stay if they behave themselves.”
“Demons are selfish creatures. They can not be trusted,” Divya said softly.
“Says you,” Danny huffed. “Johnny and Kitty are fine as long as they’re not fighting since only the tourists are stupid enough to flirt with one of them by this point. Ember likes playing open mic night, Youngblood just wants a playmate, the Casper High shades just like to get egg creams at the old-school diner, and Boxy is harmless usually. Seriously, you guys are ghosts, what’s with the delusional ghost hunter rhetoric?”
“Excuse me,” Valerie growled.
“It’s okay, I know you’ve got your reasons. I still love you,” he said cheekily, winking at her.
She and Sam pretended to gag.
“We are not demons.”
Danny turned to Buhle with a snort. “You glow and have wings.”
“Precisely,” he huffed, stretching out his wings.
“Humans don’t have wings.”
“We are not humans, but we are not demons.”
Divya rubbed the hand on his back up and down. “We are like you, hun.”
“I’m a ghost.” Half-ghost, but details.
Unless…
She shook her head. “Poor thing, so lost and confused.”
“Okay, time to go back to the fighting,” he groaned, but didn’t try to get up. Whatever she was doing to his back was worth the baby talk.
“We are not demons, ” Adelaida spat. “We are angels.”
Danny stared at her blankly. “And I’m an atheist.”
“We are the souls of those who have passed who remain tied to this world by selfless reasons,” Buhle said in a calm voice. “We are the equal and opposites of those who reside in the darker realm, who linger due to selfish desires. We work to protect life from such creatures and bring joy to the humans of this plane.”
“So… a good ghost.”
“There is no such thing as a good demon!” Adelaida snapped. “Are you always this frustrating?”
“Yeah.”
“Absolutely.”
“Constantly.”
“It’s a gift.”
She turned to Buhle. “He can not possibly be an angel.”
“I told you, I’m an atheist. Pretty sure Tu-my friend told me that’s a big no-no in heaven. Speaking of…” Danny turned to Sam. “S-Goth human, aren’t real angels supposed to be eldritch abominations? Six wings and seven heads or something? Constantly on fire? I swear someone once told me that.”
“That-that’s not entirely accurate,” Sam chuckled as Tucker laughed. “But you’ve got the right idea. They’re actually pretty terrifying. That’s why people tend to freak out when they see them in the stories. It’s awesome.”
“Cool.” He turned back to the two angel ghosts to see Adelaida pinching the bridge of her nose and Buhle looking very done. “So where’s the rest of your wings and heads.”
Divya laughed and patted his head. “You young ones are always so entertaining.”
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This is based on an old story of mine. And by old, I mean really old. I don't think I was even on this site when I wrote it since I can’t find it on my blog. I started getting into some new Danny Phantom stuff and felt compelled to write something along the same lines. This is just a one-shot so I doubt I'll write more for this, but I've got a bunch of ideas for this world so I needed to get some of it out.
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All For Her - Kennyo X Reader X Yandere!Nobunaga
ACTUAL ENDING, ALTERNATE ENDING
So this fic is in celebration of mah boi Kennyo getting his English route finally! @silhouette-of-a-dream thank you for your input. I hope this fic is a good kick to Nobunaga’s ego [please do not come after me nobunaga stans]
I’m glad to be back and writing for asks. Thank you to all the IkeSen readers who liked my previous headcanons. Also, to the Nobunaga stans, please keep in mind this is a work of fiction and actual not-yandere Nobunaga would not do this.
TW: Yandere, Implications of Emotional Abuse
"How would you like to rule the world by my side?"
Those words…
Those words were your death sentence.
~○~
There he stood, the great daimyo of Owari as you humbly sat next to him, the veil shielding your gaze from your surrounding and the gaze of others from you. It had always been like this. Nobunaga was a possessive man, and you being deemed as his 'lucky charm' was no means of him letting go.
Feeling the atmosphere weighing down on you, you tugged on Nobunaga's sleeve, muttering about your need to leave. Nobunaga was a proud man, and what else could he do then to carry you away bridal-style in front of all his allies and his vassals?
"I will take my bride to rest. Celebrate without me."
He ignored the protests of Hideyoshi and whisked you away to his bed. For being the Devil King of the Sixth Heaven, his touch was gentle. The words he'd say have that edge that raised the hairs of your neck, especially when he untangles your hair with his fingers.
"Just wait my lucky charm. The wars are about to end soon…" He said, undoing your obi. "Then there would be no one brave enough to take you away from me. They'd be foolish enough to try in the first place."
~○~
The next morning you woke up, you were sore in your lower region. And alone. Of course he left you. The love bites he left on your neck started to ache as you looked around the room. He must've had another war council… You shrugged it off, getting dressed with the remains of what your kimono was.
Before you could get up, a hustle of maids stormed in, in their arms were heaps of fabric and cosmetics.
"Lady YN, Lord Nobunaga wishes for you to dress for the evening," Your most loyal maid, Kinu, announced to you.
Of course, that's how it always was.
He'd let you wander around ever so freely in the morning, but it was all a trap. Whatever guards he sent out to follow you were to only escort anyone whose gaze lingered too far to be sent to the dungeon; no questions asked. It was the only form of freedom he ever gave you, but it benefitted him in his own twisted, cynical tyranny.
"Kinu, please give me my formal wear," You asked her politely. Kinu nodded, ordering the other maids to prepare for you to walk around town.
The maids had brought you a simple kimono for you to wear, although its fabric was far from cheap. As your maids adjusted your hood, Nobunaga's loyal right hand man, Hideyoshi Toyotomi, entered the tenshu by your permission.
"Does Lord Nobunaga need me Hideyoshi-san?" You addressed him. Hideyoshi sighed, unsure of your attitude at the moment. As much as he was happy for you and his lord, your change in personality made it all so strange. Was his lord not enough for you? Or was he too much? As much as he wanted to interrogate, Nobunaga was strict upon the rules about his future bride.
He shook his head. "Not in particular. He will be busy today and I overheard you were going out today," He said, fishing out a bag of coins from his kimono. "This is Masamune's payment from last week, YN. He's a bit busy wrangling with some pirates to repay you properly… You can use it to go shopping today if you'd like."
You accepted the coins graciously, not daring to life your head to meet Hideyoshi's eyes. For as much as Nobunaga had faith in his vassals, you didn't know what he'd do if he heard of your entanglement with another warlord friend of his. You were protecting them, you whispered to yourself.
After Hideyoshi left you, you wrote a note, leaving it with Kinu before you went out. You had to inform the other seamstresses of your absence for today. It wasn't truly unusual for you to be gone, but you had to be courteous towards them. Perhaps you could purchase some fabric for them in return…
Four guards trailed after you. They were a different batch this time; from their uniforms you could guess they were under Mitsunari's regime. You walked on, ignoring the chatter of those guards and simply looked over the goods the merchants of Azuchi had to offer. There wasn't much for you to see, having walked around town at least once a week for you to see the same goods here and there.
You however, did notice a small shrine, just right on the outskirts of Azuchi as you went to purchase your usual sweet buns. You turned to the guards behind you, repeating your request to them as they were dumfounded the first time you said it.
"I said, I would like to go to the temple there. I wish to offer my prayers," You said promptly, staring down the guards. "Unless I have to report to Nobunaga of your mistreatment of me."
Well, being his lover had its advantages.
The guards sweat dropped, knowing what awaited them if you snitched on them. They gave a knowing look to each other. Surely it wouldn't be so bad for the lady to offer some prayers for the sake of Azuchi right?
You walked up the corroded steps of the temple, finally approaching its gates. What a pity, you thought to yourself, seeing as how the wells were empty and the bushes were unkempt. You wouldn't comment on such things out loud, but you'd love to clean up and return to the shrine someday… That is, if that war tyrant would let you.
You had noticed that there was no pail for you to offer your prayers to. Surely, there must be some in the storeroom in the shrine…
"Lady YN! Watch―"
Before you knew it, you had a sword to your neck. The cold steel made you shiver.
"Pure maiden, what are you doing here?"
Your usual instinct would make you cry out for help, but your pride won't even allow you to seek help from anyone associated with Nobunaga.
"I came to offer my prayers."
"This is not a functioning shrine," The man who had his blade towards you pressed the steel further, but he didn't cut you. Instead, he walked around you to see your face. The purple robes and that scar across his face was all the characteristics for you to realise that the man who held his staff to you was Kennyo, the monk you met in the forest.
His stare was cold, but his eyes widened, recognising you. He removed the staff from your neck, and commanded the disguised men that subdued your guards to tie them up.
He turned back to you, asking you of your identity. "You are the future bride of Oda and the woman that appeared in the fire?"
"Unfortunately yes."
"Then I shall have to apologise for kidnapping you at the― My apologies, 'Unfortunately'? Did I hear you right?" Kennyo asked, realising what your reply meant. Would this be beneficial? He had to admit, Nobunaga was a lucky man now that he took a good look at you but no regular woman of Azuchi could resist that demon's wiles.
Kennyo sent his men off, wanting to speak to you alone. You didn't seem like you would run away, but he still had to use you to carry out his plan. He was quite taken aback at your apathetic state. He was sure you would cause a fuss after your guards were taken down, but you were relatively calm at the moment by the way you were just sitting at the edge of the shrine steps rather calmly. Mike also approached you and you started to coddle him quite affectionately. Kennyo felt oddly warm inside, unsure how he should tell you that he meant to kidnap you.
You got the monk's attention by calling out to him, "Kennyo-san, you were talking about kidnapping me?" You said, stroking the adorable calico cat in your arms.
"I apologise for that statement," Kennyo coughed, relieved you snapped him out of his trance. "I would have to use you to carry out my plan."
You smiled, finding his honesty quite charming. "Well, I guess I have nothing better to do," You said quite boldly. "Kennyo-san, let me make this clear. I am not assisting you because I believe in your cause. I only wish to get away from Nobunaga, so please, after my part is done, let me go."
"Eh? Nobunaga is that bad in bed that you left him?" Another man approached you two, and you heard Kennyo sigh beside you. The man must've been an ally of Kennyo…
"Motonari…"
"What? You surely took your sweet time with the lady," He said, teasing the fellow monk.
"Well," You said, unsure how to insert yourself in the conversation. "This means I will work with you, Kennyo-san, Motonari-san."
~○~
"Kennyo-san? You called for me?" You said, entering his room. You had moved to Kennyo's official base, as the shrine near Azuchi was for Kennyo to oversee his wounded brothers.
Kennyo tensed up at your voice. Why did he call you again? He was a monk for the lord's sake, not some cheeky soldier…
"About your release…" He began. 'I don't want you to go…' He wanted to say. He couldn't, drinking his tea to stop himself from saying such embarrassing things. You were Nobunaga's betrothed. More so, you deserved better, especially with what you had been through.
"What about it?" You said, pouring more tea into Kennyo's empty cup. "I assume my duties were fulfilled then?"
"Yes," he said. "Your knowledge of medicine saved some of my brothers as well. I have to compensate you for that. Please ask for anything you want."
Anything you wanted? Those words struck a chord in you. Those words were what Nobunaga told you the first night he claimed you as his future bride. You remembered what you asked for and Nobunaga as the skilful warlord he is, cut down your request of freedom too.
Then came Nobunaga giving anything and everything he could to ensure your happiness. The point where it frightened you was when he presented the dead body of a vassal of his underling who had wronged you. His blood-covered sword was more than enough proof that Nobunaga had done the deed himself, even as he professed he killed the man in front of his whole council.
"Lady YN? Did I say something wrong?"
Kennyo's warm hands reached out to you, brushing away the tears that ran down your cheek. On instinct, you nestled into his large hands, looking at the man who had saved you from your nightmare.
"Kennyo-san, what would you do if I said I wanted you?"
You made the holy monk blush, his hand immediately retracted from your face as he blurted out all the reasons you should retract those words, "I am not worthy of your attention, Lady YN. I am no longer a man and instead I shoulder the sins that a demon such as myself are willing to commit. You are certainly ill if you think you could love a demon."
You simply laughed at his boyish shyness. "Kennyo… I am not pure as you think I am," You said, patting his head. "I'm sorry I blanked out. When you asked me to request anything, it reminded me of something similar Nobunaga said to me…"
You then explained all the horror you went through at Azuchi from Nobunaga. "He may not have harmed me physically but I can't help but be scared…" You said, finally giving in to your tears. "It must be silly for you isn't it? A person such as me confessing at a time like this…"
"You poor girl…" Kennyo brought you into his arms, claiming his finally resolve. "I will fulfil your request, Lady YN. For I too, love you more than anything else."
~○~
No matter how long you'd been in the Sengoku era, you still hated the cries of wars. You hated it, but not as much as the man who lead the Oda.
Seeing a young man in red return to camp, you immediately jumped at him. "Yukimura! Did you get any news of Kennyo?"
You were sent off to stay with the Takeda army as a form of alliance with Kennyo shortly after Kennyo's war preparations. Shingen and Yukimura had been hospitable to you, and you more than delighted to be reunited with your friend Sasuke from the Uesugi faction.
The Akazonae leader shook his head, almost regretting his words as he told you, "Some of my men said he finally confronted the Devil himself."
Amongst the bloodied war cries and the crumpled bodies of soldiers were two sworn enemies finally crossed blades.
"Your death will surely be my greatest victory," Nobunaga cried, swinging his sword at the monk. "The people would find it heroic how I rescued my bride from the Ikko Ikki's leader―"
"You defiled her!" Kennyo roared, unsheathing his staff. He blocked the rampant parries of the Devil King. "And you think that's love!"
"Of course," Nobunaga said smugly, dodging Kennyo's swing. "This war…
It's all for her."
#ikemen sengoku#ikesen kennyo#ikemen sengoku kennyo#ikemen sengoku nobunaga#yandere ikemen sengoku#yandere ikesen#kennyo#nobunaga oda#ikesen nobunaga
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Mitsuhide Akechi- Nightmares
Hi, loves I hope everyone is doing well! (˶◕‿◕˶✿) Sorry I’ve been so slow with my matchups I am going to slowly start doing them this week in between writing me dissertation which was approved so yay (◕‿◕✿) that’s one less stress in life! So I dedicate this piece o trash fic to @choi-jiyu, and @i-sleep-like-napoleon, @nuttytani love ya gals, and I know yall love sneki boi just as much as I do!
Fandom: Ikemen Sengoku
Pairings: Mitsuhide x reader
Genre: Fluff- with a touch o angst
Warnings: Depression, nightmares, and anxiety
Words: 2010
Comments: So I have been going through a tough time lately and need some sneki boi comfort (◕‿◕✿) soo I decided to write this self-indulgent fanfic, but I also know a few friends of mine is also going through a rough patch, and I didn’t know what to do to help, so I decided that his might brighten their days, even if it sucks! Love ya!
It was a bright and sunny day. Rays of warm, lush sunshine streamed through your window, into your room. It was well past noon, and you were still nestled up in your warm bed. Despite the cheerfully chirping outside, you felt cold and numb. You had, had another one of your nightmares last night, leaving you an anxious mess. You wished you could stay in the comforts and safety of your bed all day, just hiding beneath the fluffy cover, but alas duty calls. You had no motivation or strength to get out of the safe haven of your bed. In fact, thanks to your nightly nightmares, you were now left exhausted and jittery. You laid back, head sinking deep into your pillow, staring up at the ceiling for a few more moments, letting your mind wander and play in the darkness. Soon it wandered a little too deep into the forest of memories, and fear and terror slowly started creeping in. They filled your head with lies, lies speaking of not being good enough, strong enough, pretty enough, they would whisper in your ears that no one would ever love you. It insisted that you were destined to live your life in fear and isolation, shackled in the chains of your own sorrow and trapped in the cell of your own mind forever. It was days like these when your fear manifested into the warden of your mind, taunting you in your cell. You felt like shards of shattered glass spread across the floor, beautiful and shimmering to all those looking from afar, yet soon to realize that you were actually a broken mess shattered beyond repair.
The loud sounds of the birds chirping away outside your window sill brought you back. Your fingers gently ghosted your cheek to wipe away the tear that managed to escape.
You could hear the castle start to come alive with the buzz of the day. The maids began doing their rounds, to clean the castle rooms and hallways. You could hear the clinging of pots and pans in the distance, as Masamune made breakfast for the troublesome Mitsu’s.
At the thought of food, your stomach gave a loud growl. You sat up and rested your head on your knees, for a few moments, you really didn’t want to face the world today. The voices still ringing in your ears, coaxing you to lay back down and sleep away the numb pain, but you knew their tricks. Sleep never helped, for with sleep came the nightmares, always the same and ever leaving you to awaken in a state of terror.
You got up and dressed, readying yourself for the day ahead of you, yet you just couldn’t shake this strange mood you were in. You dragged your feet through the castle halls leading you up to Nobunaga’s room, to get your list of duties for the day. You passed smiling faces, and chatty maids and the sense of irritation grew with each happy face you saw, it made you spiral further and further into the void of darkness. You reached Nobunaga’s door and gave a gentle knock, hoping, no praying he wouldn’t be in. Alas, he called out for you to enter.
You entered into the mightly warlord’s room to see, Mitushide and Hideyoshi sitting before him drinking a cup of tea and exchanging light conversation. Today of all days you didn’t want to deal with small talk, cause you knew the second either of the men would ask you, what was wrong, you would breakdown into tears, and you most definitely did not want to do that. You wore your mask and sent the men a strained smile, leaving with your list of chores.
Litlle did you know your strained smile and faltering mask didn’t go unnoticed by the three men. Hideyoshi was the first to break the silence, “She seems down today, I wonder if we shouldn’t perhaps have given her the day off.” Nobunaga looked at his vassal worry for you clear in his ruby eyes, “Mitushide, I entrust you with our fireball, see to it that you chase away the demons that are clearly haunting her mind.” Mitushide gave the two men his snakelike smirk, although the worry and concern for you was evident even with his schooled expression, “Very well, my lord, I will now take my leave.” Nobunaga simply nodded as the kitsune left his room, to go and search for his dearest mouse.
He had spent the day watching you from the shadows, like a guardian angel of sorts. He knew that you weren’t in a particularly social mood, so he made sure to direct any pesky maids or warlords away from where you were working. He could see you spiralling further and further as the day progressed and it broke his heart. He would have approached you sooner, but for the first time in his life, he was afraid, he didn’t have the words to comfort you. He who always had some comeback or witty remark, he who armed himself with words, making his tongue his greatest weapon and strength, now couldn’t find the words.
Your work was finally done for the day, yet you still felt empty, you still felt numb, and you still felt terrified. You made your way to a secluded part of the castle garden and sat down on the fountain’s edge. You looked at your reflection in the water, “Gosh, you are pathetic, I don’t even recognize you.”
You were suddenly started by a smooth calming voice, “Dearest me, whoever are you talking to little mouse, for the only person I can see is, a beautiful princess who has been fighting her own demons alone for far too long.”
You turned away from the silver kitsune balling your hands in a tight fist, trying your best to hold back unshed tear stinging your eyes, “I don’t know what you are taking about Mitsuhide, as you can see I am perfectly fine, so you can go and find someone else to tease.”
Before you even knew what was happening, you were pulled into Mitsuhide’s lap and cradled in his arms. You looked up and the man shining in the moonlight. Blurred golden eyes filled your field of vision. Gentle fingertips soothingly traced up and down your arms in an attempt to calm you down. At this point, there was no stopping the tears, the dam wall had just broke, and hot tears came streaming down your face. You tried to speak once more, to insist that you were fine, that nothing was wrong, but your throat constricted and the words came out like hiccupping sobs.
Mitsuhide brought one of his hands to your cheek, to cradle your face, he carefully wiped away the tears with his thumb. His fingertips danced from your cheeks to make their way into your hair, gently he tightened his warm embrace on you, as he started to pull his fingers through his hair. “Would you like to talk about it little one, perhaps there is something I can do to assist you.”
You searched his golden orbs for traces of his usual tricks and teases but found none; instead, you saw a comforting affection and love for you, fill his molten eyes. As if reading your mind, he set your heart at ease, he spoke in a low soothing, comforting voice “I will not tease you tonight my dear, so please tell me what is the matter.”
You closed your eyes and buried your face in the crook of his neck, taking in his warm, comforting scent. The warm, soothing scent of incense- it smelt like a mix of agarwood, and cedar with hints of cinnamon and gun powder. When you were with him, you felt, calm and safe, your cluttered mind stopped buzzing and gave you a moment of peace, a moment of silence. Finally, you thought.
You started to tell him of your nightmares, your past, doubts and of your depression and anxiety. You bore your heart to his mysterious moonlit kitsune, who simply sat and continued to stroke your hair while he listened to you speak.
His heart broke for you, he didn’t know what he could do to help, so he just sat there in silence and listened. He would occasionally tighten his warm embrace or give a small nod, as you continued to hiccup your way through your story. He knew all too well of the treacherous demons that would plague the mind with doubts and insecurities. All he could think to do by the end of your tale was to nuzzle your cheek and whisper words of reassurance in your ears. “You have put up a gallant fight my love, but you shall fight alone no more.”
He brushed away the last of your tears with his sleeves and kissed your forehead, nose and then…. Lips. Your eyes widened slightly in surprise, and finally, a real genuine smile graced your lips. Mitsuhide continued to whisper the sweetest of words in your ears, words filled with love and adoration, the words that were only meant for his one and only soulmate, words that were meant for you and you alone.
Between the soft tracing of his fingers lovingly playing their way through your beautiful strands, the safe warmth radiating from Mitsuhide’s body as he embraced you, and the soft constant hammering of his heartbeat, you found yourself being lulled into a peaceful sleep. Mitushide looked down at your tear-stained face and made a silent vow to always be by your side, to love and protect you. His fingers moved from twirling your hair between his fingertips, to now lightly stroke your cheeks. With one final kiss of the nose, he gently stood up and tenderly cradled you in his arms. He moved swiftly through the hallways to take you back to your room.
He carefully laid you down and tucked you in. He stayed for a few moments to watch over you and just before he turned to leave, he saw your delicate features contour in pain. You let out a few soft cries, you were having your nightmare again, tears started flowing down your face anew, but it wasn’t until one single word slipped from your lips that Mitsu was probed into action, “Mitsuhide.”
He was by your side in a split second, climbing in beneath the covers, pulling you closer to his broad chest and enveloping you in his warmth. “Hush now my love, I’m right here.”
As if sensing his presence, you turned around in his arms and nestled closer to him, hands sneaking their way into his kimono to pull him closer to you. You clung to him like your lifeline. He kissed your forehead and snaked his arms around you, to bring you to lay flush against him. He moved his hands to draw tiny circles on your back, “I’m right here, little mouse, there is no need to be afraid, I will slay all those who mean you harm.”
Your breaths started to even out, and the soft whispers of his voice seemed to chase away the very nightmare that had haunted you all throughout childhood into your adult life. You finally let out a content sigh and your facial features softened once more, a small smile coming to rest itself on your lips.
Mitsuhide watched over you for a while longer, nuzzling his nose into your hair and dropping small kiss. He closed his eyes and drifted off to sleep, joining you in the land of dreams
Never again will your nightmares haunt you, never again will you be alone, for every night without fail Mitsuhide will pull you into his arms and chase away all your fears. He will watch over you like a guardian angel, swooping down from the heavens to pull you out of the dark void and back into the light. He will be by your side, every day and night to aid you in slaying the demons of your mind. He will go to the ends of the earth to fill your life and heart with unimaginable amounts of love and happiness
Hope ya guys enjoyed! (◕ᴗ◕✿)
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Invitation to an another world~Shigehira route
I had accompanied Shigehira-kun to Kyoto to help him with his work.
Shigehira: “Finally, we can go back to Kamakura.”
Yuno: “Thank you for working hard, Shigehira-kun.”
Shigehira: “Thanks to you too. It ended earlier than planned because you helped me a lot. If you’d like to have a look around Kyoto, we have some time before we leave. What do you say? You don’t seem to be familiar with the capital yet, right?"
(It’s true that I haven’t had time to go sightseeing in the last few days.)
(I’m glad you care, but....)
Yuno: “Thank you, but it's fine. I love Kyoto, but I can’t wait to go back home with you.”
I know from our previous conversations that Kyoto is not a place where Shigehira-kun has good memories.
In addition, since his arrival in Kyoto, Shigehira-kun has been busy with his official duties.
(I want you to return to the Imperial Palace early and take a rest.)
Shigehira(smiling): “.......Oh. It’s a glamorous place to be and you should be enjoying yourself, but you’re still such an odd one.”
It felt like Shigehira-kun understood what I was thinking and he smiles dreamily.
Shigehira(smiling): “Take this, then.”
Shigehira-kun pulls out a small package from his sleeve which had a lovely red lipstick. (I'm referring to that gift as lipstick to make it easy.)
Yuno: “What is this?”
Shigehira: “I just bought it when I was in town for a visit. Just think of it as a thank you for helping me with my work. It’s popular in Kyoto these days. If you don’t like it, you don’t have to accept it.”
He says it curtly and looks away.
(It’s a gift from Shigehira....)
Yuno: “Thank you, I will take good care of it.”
Shigehira: “Not only that, I want you to use it properly, okay? If you don’t, there’s no point in giving it.”
His eyes as clear as the surface of the water and they reflect my image.
Then his smiling face approaches and kisses me softly.
Shigehira(smiling): “....When we get home, I want to kiss you while you wear this."
A faint feverish cry tingles in the back of my chest.
Now we are both excited and embarrassed to return home....
While quitting my beating heart, I nodded back to Shigehira-kun.
...................
Before leaving, I was waiting outside at the gate for Shigehira-kun, who went to greet the owner of the mansion.
(He’s not here yet.)
As I gently stroke my bosom, where I have put away the red lipstick....
Akihito: “Hello, Yuno. You look like you're having a great time. ....What are you doing out here all alone?" (AAAAHHHHH!!!!AKIHITO-SAMA!!!!)
Yuno: "! You're Akihito-sama."
Akihito(smiling): "You don't have to be so formal. I wish you would just address me as Akihito-san."
Yuno: "No. No. If I did, Yasuchika-san would be mad at me."
(Also I don't know Akihito-sama personally.)
(He can be a powerful Onmyoji like Yasuchika-san or maybe a high-ranking noble.)
(But certainly not a commoner.) (He's the king!!! of my heart.....Okay, that was lame.)
Every gesture is beautiful and refined, which makes me secretly nervous.
Yuno: "I had arrived in Kyoto to help out and today, I'm going back to Kamakura. What about you...?"
Akihito(smiling): "Really, I'm glad I was in time. Actually, I knew you were coming to Kyoto, so I came to see you."
Yuno: "Ah, to see me?"
(Why would you want to see me?)
Akihito(smiling): "......."
The moment our eyes meet, I feel a strange sensation as if everything is being seen through me.
(It feels like I can't lie or hide anything from this person.)
At that time, I heard Shigehira-kun's name.
A little further away, Shighira-kun is talking to a man who looks like a noble.
(Do they know each other? Also there's something a little unpleasant about him.)
The nobleman seemed to have a friendly attitude towards Shighira-kun.
But I could see through his attitude that he was somewhat mocking people.
Nobleman: "I do have much to learn from you. Shigehira-sama. After all, you're originally from the Taira clan, but now you're a respectable dog of Minamoto clan and..... a trusted vassal of Yoritomo-sama."
Shigehira: "........."
(How can you say that!)
Just hearing someone say that to someone else is making me feel awful.
Akihito: "Shh, they'll hear you."
Yuno: "!"
Akihito-sama placed his index finger on his lips indicating I to keep my voice low.
Akihito(smiling): "Don't worry. That man can't do anything more than that, because he's a fool....and your lover is a calm one."
(Eh.....?)
Shigehira: "Thank you very much for the compliment. But Yoritomo-sama has many more retainers to rely on. I'm a young man and I'm not quite up to it yet."
As Akihito-sama said, Shigehira-kun replied calmly without faltering
He bowed to the nobleman as if nothing had happened.
Shigehira: "Now, if you'll excuse me."
Akihito-sama, who had been watching Shigehira-kun smiled somewhat amusedly at him.
Akihito(smiling): "Well, now that I've seen your face, I think I'll leave. Also, you mustn't go in that direction today."
Yuno: "Eh?"
I turned my head to the direction Akihito-sama pointed.
Akihito: "Direction of Ushitora. If you're unlucky, you might wander off into the middle of nowhere."
I blink my eyes in confusion at the enigmatic words.
(Why is that?)
Akihito: "If your planning to go anyway, I'll give you this."
He gives two cards with strange markings on them.
Akihito(smiling): "It was made by the most talented Onmyoji I know, so it must be useful for something. ....If we ever meet again, I hope you'll have some amusing stories to share."
Yuno: "Ah. Yes, surely."
I hurriedly bow my head to Akihito-sama, who flips his kimono and walks away.
As I stare at the mysterious card, I heard footsteps behind me and I turned around....
Shigehira: "Ah. There you are. What's wrong, Yuno-san?"
Yuno: "Shigehira-kun!"
When he calls me, I felt relieved.
However, the awful words of that nobleman cross my mind and I was at a loss for words.
Yuno: "Are you okay? About that..."
Shigehira: "Oh that. Don't worry, I hear that a lot."
When he casually says how common he hear these kinds of insults, breaks my heart.
But Shigehira- kun didn't falter. That's what's amazing about him.
Shigehira: "What's with that look? Don't worry about that. As long as there are people like you who understand me, then that's enough for me."
Yuno: "Shigehira-kun...."
He sounds like a simple thing to say, but his eyes are fixed on the sky as if he is nowhere to be found.....
I love Shigehira, who is shy but expresses his feelings honestly.
Shigehira: "Then, let's go back to Kamakura."
Yuno: "Yes."
The sky which was sunny when we left Kyoto, was now covered with clouds.
As if a sign of something about to happen....
Shigehira: "Let's take a break. I think there's a spring around here, I'll get some water."
Yuno: "Then, I'll come too..."
The moment I tried to follow, a cold chill ran down my spine.
(What is this feeling?)
I can feel the heavy air coming from the direction Shigehira-kun is heading.
(I have a bad feeling.)
(But isn't this direction the Ushitora that Akihito-sama mentioned....?)
Yuno: "Shigehira---"
When I reached out to grab his sleeve---
I felt my feet sinking into the mud.
(Eh?)
The ground under me naturally felt mushy. In addition, a creepy hand resembling that of a monkey sticks out from the ground.
Shigehira: "Yuno-san!"
Shigehira-kun, noticed something wrong and put his arm around my waist, and held me close.
(Ah...)
At that time, the red lipstick fell from my sleeve.
The creepy hand picks up the red lipstick and disappears into the ground again.
Yuno: "! No, give it back..."
Shigehira: "...No, Yuno-san, watch your foot."
As if being dragged into the bottom of a swamp, my body was sucked into the ground----
Just before my body sank completely, I thought I saw the cards, Akihito-sama gave me, light up.
..............
When Yuno and Shigehira were hit by the creepy incident----
Ibuki: "......."
Ibuki looked up as if he sensed something.
Ibuki(smiling): "So they fell after all. It was worth giving the two of those dazzling cards, Akihito. By the way, it's new to see you being kind to him."
Akihito(smiling): "Kind. ...You mean to the Young master of Taira. I would not have helped him if he had taken advantage of the nobleman's petty provocations or, on the contrary, flattered him. I thought I'd give him a bit of a helping hand because he's such a good child." (Awwwww, So Akihito went to visit only Yuno at first to warn her about the demon world thing. But then seeing Shigehira's confidence he wanted to help too. Akihito is such a sweetheart!)
Ibuki: "But I'm a little curious as to what will happen to them on the other side."
Akihito(smiling): "I advise you not to go."
Ibuki(smiling): "How kind."
.............................
(Mm.......)
The first thing that struck me when I opened my eyes was the heavy dark clouds and the lightning in the sky.
(! Where am I?)
In an unfamiliar place, I was parked near a cliff, hugging Shighira tightly.
Yuno: "What the hell is this place...!?"
The moment I saw Shigehira-kun, I was speechless.
Shigehira: "......!"
The way he was dressed and the atmosphere he wore made him look like a...... demon.
Shigehira-kun is also looking at me with his eyes wide open.
Shigehira: "You look...."
Yuno: "Hm?"
When I hurriedly checked my appearance, I saw that I was dressed very similarly to Shigehira-kun.
Shigehira: "............"
We were all puzzled and dismayed when we heard a high-pitched laugh.
Demon Monkey: "I found it! It's mine! Mine!"
We see a monkey-like demon turning his back to us and running away.
Shigehira: "----!"
Its arms were covered with the hair of a beast and its viciously extended claws are identical to the arms that had just come up from the ground.
Besides, the thing he’s holding in his hand is....
(Shigehira-kun’s gift....!)
Shigehira: “Let’s chase it. This isn’t where we are supposed to be and that demon might know the way home. Apparently, he can speak our language, so maybe he can give us some information. Also, let’s get back the gift too.”
Yuno: “.....! Yes!”
After Shigehira-kun’s calm words, I let out a breath to calm myself down.
We hurriedly followed the fleeing monkey.
.......................
As we ran in the same direction the monkey took, we came to a marketplace where there was a festival float.
The stalls in the streets are full of the most bizarre products I’ve ever seen.
(What is this place...)
Shigehira: “Is this somekind of joke?”
Yuno: “Maybe...”
We both hide in the shadows to see what’s going on.
(If they find out we're humans, we’ll be in trouble....)
???: “Hey, get out of the way!”
Yuno: “Ah, sorry, we didn’t.....ah?”
I apologize to the voice at my feet and was surprised to see who it is.
The other was a small demon, no bigger than a thumb.
Shigehira: “! Please forgive me for doing this.”
After saying no, Shigehira-kun quickly plucks up the dwarf demon.
Dwarf demon: “What the!”
Shigehira: “I said I’m sorry. But can you tell us where we are?”
Dwarf Demon: “Where? Of course, this is the demon world? Don’t tell me you don’t even know, even though you’re a demon?”
Shigehira: “Demon world... Also, wait. Do we look like demons to you?”
Dwarf Demon: “What, do you want to tell me that you’re human? Nice joke.”
The dwarf demon laughs at us mockingly.
Dwarf Demon: “....Okay. I answered you, now put me down!”
When the demon tries to bite his hand, Shigehira-kun quickly releases him.
Dwarf Demon: “Just because you’re a bit tall, doesn’t give you the right to be rude.”
The dwarf demon sniffed disapprovingly and walks away.
Shigehira: “....I’ve heard about this from Tamamo-san before. It seems to me that we have been transported to the demon world through the portal in the ground......and also we both look like demons.”
Yuno: “Mm...but how....?”
(Besides..)
-------FLASHBACK------
Akihito(smiling): "It was made by the most talented Onmyoji I know, so it must be useful for something. “
-------FLASHBACK ENDS-------
I remembered about the cards and quickly searched for them, but to my surprise, I couldn’t find them.
(Did I drop it on my way here?)
Shigehira: “What’s wrong?”
Yuno: “Actually----”
I talked about what Akihito-sama told me and about the two cards.
Shigehira: “ Yeah, even I saw something glowing just before my body sank to the ground. Maybe those cards were used for deceiving these demons. Maybe that’s why we look so different.”
Yuno: “So as long as they don’t find out our real identities, we won’t be attacked for the time being.... Ah, Shigehira-kun!”
Amongst the crowd of demons, I spot the demon monkey from earlier.
It looked like he was selling my lipstick to another demon.
Demon monkey: “Here’s a rare thing I found. I’ll trade it for human fingers.”
Demon woman: “Oh, that’s a fine piece of work. How about three fingers?”
Demon monkey: “Four. Four fingers!!”
Demon woman: “Come on, you bastard. Fine, I’ll go with it.”
In exchange for the sachet, the monkey was about to give the red lipstick to the demon woman---
Shigehira: “Stop right there!”
Demon monkey: “!”
Shigehira-kun, interrupted their deal and snatched the lipstick for the monkey’s hand.
Shigehira: “Sorry, but I’m taking this back.”
MD: “Whaaa! Give it back!”
Demon woman: “.......”
The monkey starts to whine at the suddenness of the situation and the female demon looks at Shigehira-kun blankly.
But the woman immediately smiled venomously.
Demon woman: “Oh, what a beautiful man. Is that yours?”
Shigehira: “Yes.”
Yuno: “......”
(No one really seems to think we’re humans.)
While I was watching everyone’s movement anxiously.
Demon monkey: “Thief! thief!”
Shigehira: "!"
Yuno: "No we're not..."
The monkey jumps up and down and whining loudly to gather attention from the demons nearby.
(!)
When Shigehira-kun looked around---
Demon monkey: "Give it back!"
Shigehira: "Ahh!"
The monkey took this opportunity to steal back the lipstick and runs away.
Shigehira: "Let's catch him, Yuno."
Yuno: "Yes."
We started running away from the gazes around us.
............
(Damn, that demon is fast!)
(And I feel my body getting heavy.)
(But I must not slow down Shigehira-kun.)
As I struggled to keep up, Shigehira-kun suddenly stopped in his tracks.
Shigehira: "Let's rest for now."
Yuno: "Eh, but."
Shigehira: "Now that we're off the main road, the other demons have dwindled in number and we need a break. It's not safe for us to go our separate ways when we're in a different world."
Shigehira-kun gently rubs my back and my shoulders fluttered as I catch my breath.
Yuno: "Sorry. I was a little bit faster..."
Shigehira: "What are you talking about? It's not your fault. Also since, the time we were here, I've been feeling a bit heavier than usual. What about you?"
Yuno: "......Me too."
Shigehira: "Tamamo-san also told me about this. The air in the demon world has a negative effect on human health."
(Though, Shigehira-kun doesn't look tired as much me.)
I'm so sorry.
Shigehira: "...."
Then, he gently wraps my cheeks with both of his hands and looks at me straight in the eye.
Yuno: "Shigehira-kun?"
I can feel my heart beating fast, and I look back at Shigehira-kun with a worried look on his face.
Shigehira: "Look, if you feel anything unusual, tell me. Your body is not yours alone anymore."
(Ehhh)
When Shigehira-kun sees me blinking, his expression changes.
Shigehira(flustered): "No. I mean...it doesn't mean anything weird. Obviously not that....! Anyway, you don't have to worry about me, you can talk to me about anything. It doesn't matter where we are, I'll always protect you."
Yuno(blushing): "Mm."
I nodded, feeling both reassured and excited by his strong words.
Shigehira softened his cool eyes and gave me a kiss on the forehead.
Shigehira(smiling): ".......It feels weird, isn't it? We're both dressed like demons. .....But even after dressing up as a demon, you.....!"
Shigehira(blushing): "...Nothing!"
Yuno: "?"
(What were you trying to say?)
Before I could ask, he takes his hands off my cheek and shyly looks away.
Shigehira: "Let's look for clues to get back where we came from."
........................
We walked down a back alley in search of clues and found what looked like a restaurant.
Yuno: "There are places like this."
Shigehira: "Well, Tamamo-san did mention that demons don't need food to live. But this is...."
Nevertheless--- the restaurant is littered with bones from a variety of animals.
As I gasped at the eeriness, Shigehira-kun alerted me.
Shigehira: "He's here."
Shigehira-kun points at the demon monkey.
Shigehira: "If he makes a scene here, we'll be in the same situation as before. Let's catch him as he leaves the shop and bring him to a deserted place."
Yuno: "Yes."
We sat further away and observed the monkey's movements. Apparently, the monkey had been drinking and had fallen asleep with a bottle of sake.
Shigehira: "There are no other demons in sight. Let's go and take it, without waking him up. No escaping this time."
Shigehira-kun, cautiously moves closer to the sleeping monkey.
(If it comes to that, I'll use my powers...)
As we watch with bated breath...
Shigehira: "....."
Even when, Shigehira-kun was much closer, the monkey didn't budge.
Shigehira: "If something happens after this....maybe we should tie his hands and legs...."
Yuno: "I have some hand towels."
Shigehira: "Give it to me."
Just as he was about to carefully restrain the monkey, the red lipstick fell from the monkey's hand.
(Oh)
As I reached out for it, a black shadow appears---
Demon: "Hey, you. What are you two up to? Are you both thieves?"
Shigehira: "!"
..............
(We got caught...)
Then we were thrown into a dimly lit prison.
(Now what should we do?)
The anxiety that came over me made my heart clench.
I clasped my trembling hand, and a large hand was placed on top of it.....
Shigehira: "We'll go home together. There must be some way."
Premium END // Epilogue
Just a small note, you see, I'm using a translator for this game so sometimes, the translation can little messy. What I wanna say is that the gift that Shigehira gave to Yuno is translated as 'crimson' or something. So I assumed it was lipstick. I'm not 100% sure, but let's just go with that assumption. Okay?
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