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skiyoosmi · 4 years

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if fate permits

chapter twenty

a taste of his own medicine

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“Hey… uhm… I’m sorry. I’m not sure where to start because I’ve been the worst friend to ya for the past weeks. But I want to start with an apology, I guess… yer probably tired of hearing it, right? … it’s something I’ll never gonna be proud of, my pettiness, I mean… but yeah… I’m sorry, YN. I hope ya believe me when I say yer impo–”

Beep! You sighed, ending yet another voicemail from Atsumu. It’s been almost a week since you and your brother moved out of the apartment and ever since the day after that, your soulmate has yet to cease dropping more than three voicemails every single day.

It wasn’t that you haven’t caught sight of him at school; in fact, you see him everywhere. It’s just so happens that you couldn’t help but avoid him like a plaque. You think he knows it though and you’re actually glad that he’s trying to respect your space (except for the endless ringing of your phone which only gets sent straight to voicemail every time, much like today). Which is why right now, you only stared at his contact, contemplating whether you will entertain his ‘apology.’ He sounds like he regrets it, after all and the fact that you only have less than 10 days before your flight wasn’t helping the situation.

“You know, if you keep having a soft heart like that, I’m betting a hundred bucks you won’t get too far once you become a famous writer. A lot of people will take advantage of you, you know. And don’t even get me started with those haters that disguise themselves as critiques,” Speaking of the devil, Kiyoomi suddenly spoke up, his figure leaning against the doorway of your room, much like the pose your father had when you were leaving your previous apartment.

Hundred bucks, you begin to think, where the hell would your jobless ass get a hundred bucks? You won’t tell him that verbally, of course; you value your life too much to even risk being strangled by your brother’s own hands.

“What do you mean soft heart? Where’d you even get the idea that I’m going to talk to him, doofus!? No way, he needs to learn his lesson,” You huffed, turning to him with an eyebrow raised, as if challenging him. He scoffed, entering your room, and sitting on your bed. You were kind of surprised he did given that your room was still messy as hell; but once again, you opted to keeping your mouth shut.

“It’s written all over your face, dear sister. Plus, you’ve said that a million times already I’m actually tired of hearing it now. After all these years, you think I don’t memorize every habit you have?” He replied, hands taking some of the clothes that were still stored in a brown carton and beginning to fold them neatly before standing up and putting it into your closet. He really does take after your father, from appearances to characteristics, “Your eyes, they speak to me the loudest, telling me every bit of your feelings. In fact, I’m kind of puzzled Atsumu never found out through them. But then again, it just supports the truth that he’s as dumb as he could get.”

This boy doesn’t really miss a chance to voice out his disfavor for your soulmate, huh? You wonder what is it that made him dislike… no, wait dislike was an underestimation… rather, loath Atsumu to the core. Bad first impression? No, your brother was not that petty. Did they have a fight you never knew about? If Atsumu and him ever fought, you were sure as hell you’d be the first one to know, seeing as your best friend practically whines and complains at you at every single thing in his life… so why?

“He hurt you and not just once. It’s not supposed to be my business but technically speaking, you are my sister before you were his soulmate and that’s all I needed to dislike him,” said Kiyoomi, continuing to fold your clothes as if what he said was practically nothing. Was he a mind-reader? You don’t know but perhaps, you could try to convince him to start up a fortune-telling business with you and earn millions.

“… You’re so creepy, ‘Yoomi,” You spoke up after a few moments of silence while he sneered, obviously not pleased with your comical reply, “Forget it! God, it’s so hard to have a serious talk with you.”

You only pursed your lips before bursting out into laughter, making him glare at you before his eyes softened. He hasn’t heard that pure laughter in a long time, after all. For some odd reason, he is proud that it was him that made you happy again like that, even for just a short while. After watching you work on something he doesn’t really know what, probably for the play, (it’s a relief you still have a smile on your face while you were on it though), he stands up, stopping by the doorway again when he heard you speak, “Thanks for being there, ‘Yoomi. Can’t imagine my life without my best brother.”

Kiyoomi knows he’s far from being the best brother in the world; he wasn’t expressive, sweet nor overprotective… but hearing those words from you means he’s at least good and somehow, he’s fine with that. He remains quiet before saying, “You know, your friend Hajime, I think he’s nice.”

He doesn’t say anything more, but he knows that his words reached you; he didn’t miss the way you blushed, after all. He takes note of making you flustered more often.

Osamu grumbles under his breath in annoyance, clenching then unclenching his hands as he watched Yui cling onto his brother’s arm like there was no tomorrow. Doesn’t this girl have any decency left in her blood? They were in the public cafeteria of the university, good heavens! And they haven’t even officially became soulmates AND a couple.

The last thing he wanted on his agenda today was to become a third wheel, much less to his brother; and the fact that it’s not even with you, the true soulmate, his favorite Sakusa (he won’t let Kiyoomi know that though), and best drinking buddy, makes it more unbearable for the gray-haired lad. He could only scowl so hard at his twin, who on the other hand, remained unmoved. At least that’s what Osamu sees but unbeknownst to him, Atsumu just wishes he could go and find you as soon as possible.

He has had enough of you averting your gaze each time you catch each other’s eyes at the theater room. According to his brother, your flight is in ten days which means he only had a few more days to make your friendship right; to make it up to you and prove that you are, indeed, an important figure in his life (cue Osamu’s mocking last night when they talked: “HAH!? You sure do have a peculiar way of showing her that she’s important. You’re making me want to laugh and choke you at the same time.”)

“Oh! Iwaizumi-kun, Tooru and… Sakusa YN?” Yui trails off, making the blonde perk up at the sound of your name, turning his body quickly only to find you already looking back at them with… disappointed eyes? As quickly as it came, it disappeared and soon, you were smiling and waving at Osamu, completely ignoring your “best” friend. Atsumu can only stare at you in disbelief; never, not even once, had you disregarded his existence like that before. Even when you had small arguments, you made sure to acknowledge him with a simple nod.

In addition to your indifference, Hajime only furrowed his eyebrows in confusion at Yui’s greeting, as if he doesn’t know Yui at all, not even as an acquaintance. Hence, the three of you only proceeded to the table Makki, Mattsun and your brother saved for you.

“Eh? Iwaizumi… ignored me?” Yui frowned, obviously not used to being disregarded by the boy who used to give her a greeting every time they come across each other. As far as she could remember, they ended their bond in good terms, without anyone having to feel angry at the other so why is it that he acted that way? Did he hold a grudge after all?

Meanwhile, Atsumu gazed into nothing, your sad eyes flashing into his mind and staying there. Have you given up on him already? Did his nightmare that day actually came true? His trail of thoughts was cut off with Osamu’s voice speaking with amusement plastered on his face, “ooh, a taste of his own medicine, huh YN?”

He smirks, finding his brother’s suffering oddly satisfying. He too, like Kiyoomi, has his limits as to Atsumu’s undesired talent of hurting you (he knows the blonde was also suffering but you know, it just really gets on his nerves how blind his twin could get). So right after saying that, he stands up, picking up his tray that holds his food and beginning to walk where your table was.

“Samu! Where are you going?” The said lad looks back at his blonde twin weirdly before shrugging, “YN and Kiyoomi’s table, where else? You can’t expect me to stay on the table with you two, it’s weird.”

“So… you really can’t remember anything about your soulmate? Like who it is or something?” Oikawa asked, staring at Hajime’s hands, as if he’d be able to see anything on his pinky. Unfortunately for him, the ex-captain was not given the ability to be a Moira so he wouldn’t be able to see any changes no matter how long or hard he looks. The spiky-haired lad merely groans, feeling a headache coming due to his dear friend’s pestering, “Yes. I told you that already. I just woke up, saw my thread black and now, I can’t remember anything about who it is.”

“But you can remember us? It’s just the soulmate stuff you forgot?”

“Well, I’m talking to you right now, am I not, you dumbass?” Hajime snarled; an inch close to punching his best friend in the face. Beside him, you look down, feeling the sadness and heartbreak for him because even those feelings were lost the moment he woke up. If you let go of Atsumu, will this also happen to you? You can only give a pathetic laugh at your silly question; of course, it will. You weren’t some kind of special Moira that will be exempted from that ‘curse.’ But you wonder, how would he react? Would he be sad? Or would he just forget about you too and just throw everything you had away? It seems so easy for him to do that, after all.

Now that you witness what’s gonna happen upon cutting the thread, a part of you somehow wishes you should’ve just told him when it was still early, when you were still young and problem-free. Maybe he would’ve given you a promise like those in the movies wherein he says he would marry you once you get older. Maybe he would’ve been able to love you if you could’ve just given him a chance to do so. But it’s your fault, isn’t it? Because you were a coward; you were so greedy for true love that you can no longer have it, you think to yourself.

In the midst of your rather negative thoughts, a warm hand pulls you away from mentally beating up yourself further. Looking up, you find Hajime looking at you with soft eyes, as if assuring your heart that: “You’ll be fine. I’m here. I’ll keep you safe.”

Maybe… just maybe, the universe has given you another chance for true love.

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octopineslime · 5 years

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Medicine

Arietta was bed-ridden.

The said girl could feel her temperature rising up to an uncomfortable degree as well as an onslaught of coughing fit unexspectingly tore out of her throat, making her already parchy throat aching painfully for water.

Grabbing the small glass of water that had already been put there by Largo, Arietta downed the whole thing in one go while remiding herself to ask the former for some apple gels the next time he dropped by.

Laying back on her matress, she couldn’t help but to muse over her weaker immune system ever since she adapted to the human life. Her body must have been used to the fairly stable weather in the inner land, as the atmosphere back in the wood was more rigorous.

An upcoming headache could be felt spreading ever so slowly throughout her temple and worsen her already bad mood for being left alone. Legretta had made sure to kept her isolated during her illness and that included separating Leo- her utmost loyal Liger friend from her as she said they wouldn’t need another sick being to take care of.

Her words were harsh but Arietta knew she meant well for Legretta’s soldier-upbringing background had held her back from openly displaying affection. She could be considered as the closest thing to a mother figure to Arietta ever since the Liger Queen was gone.

Glancing back to the nightstand, Arietta noticed their was a small, still steaming bowl of soup placing adjacent to her empty glass of water. She must have forgotten to see it in her search for water.

Picking it up, the petite girl let the comforting warmth spreaded through her entire cupped hands then proceeded to eat it. The first spoon entering her mouth had left an estatic taste balancing just right in between of sweetness and savory that led to her wolfing down the whole bowl in a matter of seconds.

The only one whose cooking skill could rival the Commandant's, which she knew, was Largo . Despite his burly appearance and brute strenght, Largo was actually very dedicated and precise in the food he made and this bowl of soup was the proof of its.

Sniffing the air, Arietta could pick up the distinct scents of Largo and Legretta wafting in the air, wood mixing with oil polish and gun powder mingling with rose perfume, even though they had evaporated off greatly indicating it had been hours since they were here.

Having a keen sense of smell was one of the few advantages Arietta possessed during her time back in the wild along with heightened vision and hearing. Even a stuffy nose as of now hadn't even dampened her ability to a slightest bit.

Inhaling some more, her nose was able to pick up a subtle scent, so subtle that she thought her mind had played a trick upon her. Pine tree swirling around burnt wood with a delicate touch of cinnamon at the edge. Sync.

Just the thought of the green haired boy brought her to embarrasment and a little bit of joy. It was definitely embarrased for her to be seen by him in such a vulnerable state, but she was also grateful and happy nonthless as he had taken his time to even visit her.

Arietta wouldn't even dare to step over the boundary and assumed that they were "friends", maybe "comrades" would be a better word to describe the relationship between her and the Tempest, but even that would still look like she was treading over shallow water.

The Sync she had always known was a cold, distant and hatred-ridden person. He was also prideful in both of his strenght and his position as a stratergist that he would ruthlessly drill the facts into an another person both physically and mentally. Never had Arietta seen the boy bowed down his head, except for Commandant Van, and showed respect to the other God Generals despite being the youngest. ( Legretta, Asch and Largo might have been the exceptions also on occasions as the Major would definitely rain down bullets if not and the latter two were because of their own strenght.). But for her, she really didn't know which categories that she had fallen into on his list.

Even though she was a God General herself, she was considered the weakest among them. Lacking severely in combatic skills and offensive power when she ran out of energy or when Leo was down, Arietta was seen as a hindrance during fights. She knew it and really did try to improve her stamina along with her body strenght, but it was still incomparble to the others. (She avoided mentioning Dist as he would also be useless whenever his machines were ruined but he was not worth it).

This was the sole reason why Arietta was only assigned to stealth and scouting missions when Van was in present. Otherwise, it would always be guarding the headquarter when Sync took charge. She had objected to those but each time it would always end with her being brought nearly to tears by Sync's harsh facts and taunting.

Just the thought alone had welled up anger inside the petite girl as she huffed and covered her head with blanket. So what. Sync was a meanie and that's that.

But it had also puzzled her greatly on why he was here in the first place. He certainly didn't need to for she was just a weakling and a crybaby to him.

This boggled her mind to no end. But before she could question the matter further, her nose suddenly caught a swift of the familiar pine tree scent.

It was faint as first but gradually become stronger until the beast tamer could identify the source was right in front of her door.

The wooden door suddenly slammed open and jolted her out a little with its loud noise, but Arietta's vision then quickly focused on the figure standing proudly at the door.

Still was the mask covering half of his face, which made it impossible to read what his expression was, along with his ever spiky green hair bouncing lightly with each step he took to get closer to her bed.

One of his glove covered hand was holding a tray which was pretty sparse aside from a familiar glass bottle, which Arietta could clearly see the menacing green liquid swirling around, laying (not so) innocently on top of it.

This triggered a memory in the petite girl’s mind on how disgusting the thing had tasted through the forced order of Legretta as it would help her get better she said ( the stupid thing actually worked unfortunately) , which mentally made her dry heave just thinking about it.

“ What are you doing here?” The sentence came out croakly, evidence to the long period of not using her voice, which made Arietta blushed a little for she sounded just like an old woman.

“ Huh, never have thought a granny would reside in that small body of yours. By the way, you looked absolutely miserable and pathetic with those puffy eyes and runny nose.” The Tempest snidely commented as the corner of his mouth twitched up to form a crude smirk.

Arietta's blood was boiling and she could already felt a vein forming on her head by the time Sync finished his sentence. Trying to calm herself down, for she would be the mature person here, Arietta huffingly laid down and turned her back towards the boy: “ If you just came here to make fun of me then please leave. And take that thing away with you too, tell Legretta that I wouldn’t be drinking it as I had felt better already.”

A moment of silent stretched between them. Arietta could still sense Sync’s presence as he stood there silently without making any attemps to either leave or reprimand her rudely for her rebellious behaviour. This puzzled her greatly, just what was that boy up to?

“ Order is order. Guess I have to force you into drinking this unless I want my body to be pulverized by bullets.” was the only thing that left his mouth.

What happened next was liked a blur to her. One moment her ears were taken in the sound of metal tray hitting the floor and of the unplugged bottle, the next was she felt her shoulder being grabbed and her body being yanked upward.

Before the Beast Tamer could comprehend the whole event, a large gloved hand proceeded to cover her eyes as she felt her head being titled up. What occured next would forever be carved in her mind as her mouth was then enveloped with something warm and a little chapped.

Million thoughts crossed her mind in an instance as her brain was screaming for her to snap out and push the offended object away. Feeling her instinct kicking in, Arietta used both of her hands to move and hit at whatever was in front of her while thrasing around to escape the close promixity with her attacker.

The scent of pine suddenly infiltrated her nose and her mind instantly registered that it was the Tempest she was dealing with, which then made her thrashed around even more to fight against his strong hold. This was soon proved to be futile as the hand on the back of her head then tightened its grip and yanked her hair lightly, which made her gaped, while her chin was firmly held in place as a slimy appendange took the advantage to invade her mouth.

The taste of that liquid medicine then filled up her mouth and it was so disgusting that it made Arietta want to spit it all out before the offended liquid could slip down her throat. Sensing her unwillingness to swallow, Sync tiltled her head up more until he could feel the medicine practically slipped down her throat.

His grip on her then relented but Arietta was so adamnant to get away that she hadn’t realized it and instead had used all her strenght to push at the boy’s body which nearly made the Tempest stumble off the bed.

Arietta's lungs immediately welcomed in the much needed oxygen as she panted heavily while her ruby orbs hazily focusing on the blurry features of the Tempest underneath his suprisingly turned up mask.

Arietta could have sworn that she saw an unidentified glint sparked briefly in his eyes and the all so familiar features resembling the one she knew. But before she could inspect closer, Sync had already put back down his irritating mask and briskly walked out of the room without much words.

Dazedly sitting on the bed, the situation had finally caught up to Arietta, leaving her face as red as a ripen tomato. Screaming into her cover as not to alert unwaned presence, Arietta angrily thumped her hand against the cover, hoping to defuse some of her anger.

How dare he? How dare he commited such an atrocious act of stealing her first kiss? The one who was supposed to take it was Ion, she had saved it for him and him only. But then stupid Sync decided to stole it. A few drops of tear leaked out of the corner of her eyes as she desperately blinked them backwards.

Feeling exhausted all of sudden, Arietta willed herself to sleep in hope of calming herself down and to regain back some strenght.

She would definitely made him paid back, was her thought as she slowly slipped into dreamland.

But one thing then crossed her mind briefly before oblivion could completely take her.

Why did it have felt so right?

#syncietta #sync #arietta #tales of the abyss #my writing #originally it would only be a short drabble....dont know why it have spanned out to this much #shinari

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