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An Akai x fem reader who has a miscarriage after she found out that he’s “dead”, the reader is a Kudo who then becomes really pissed off when she finds out that her family knows that her boyfriend is alive and didn’t tell her so she runs away and tears later she ends up with Furuya and they’re both getting married, Akai (Subaru) attends Y/N and Furuya’s wedding but regrets it

Dawn's Embrace

Furuya Rei x fem!Kudo!reader (past Akai Shuichi x fem!Kudo!reader) Words: 2.5K Warnings: Angst, miscarriage, betrayal, hurt/comfort, hurt/no comofort (If you're rooting for Akai) A/N: Thanks for the request. That's a bit different than what I usually write but I took it as a challenge and hope I succeeded. Sorry that it took so long, however I did not really have any inspiration for it, until today and then wrote this thing within two hours.

She had never understood how powerful words could be. Yes, they were a means of making your thoughts and opinions understandable to the other person. They helped communication and could trigger emotions. She had been aware of all this. But she would never have believed that simple words could trigger such pain in her.

He is dead. I'm sorry.

Jodie looked at her pityingly from tear-filled eyes, but she paid no attention to her friend. A lump formed in her throat and she felt like she couldn't breathe, her head spun and she felt light, gasping and panting until a breath of oxygen reached her lungs. Instantly she regretted it. The sharpness with which that breath hit her had been unexpected, made her think clearly and reality came crashing down on her, mercilessly and without consideration.

Her eyes burned, but no tears came to her eyes, did not roll down her cheek and did not allow her to release the pain that was building up in her chest. The grief, anger and pain built up and suddenly she was faced with a flood of emotions that burst over her and swept her away.

She screamed.

It was a bloodcurdling scream that came from deep inside her. She could feel her throat scratching and aching and felt like someone was ripping her throat open and she couldn't help the grim satisfaction that was building inside her. Maybe it would be possible to scream herself to death? She didn't know, but if the sharp pain in her stomach hadn't hit her and robbed her of her voice, she might have found out.

She gasped out, pressing her hands to her stomach, feeling like someone was plunging a hot blade into her stomach. Another scream escaped her, but this time it wasn't fuelled by grief. "Hey, hey, what's wrong?" Jodie knelt beside her, hand on her shoulder and panic written all over her face. She wanted to answer, wanted to tell her what was wrong, when she was overcome by another wave of pain and didn't even have time to scream. Instead, she curled up and fell to the floor, where she lay with her hands pressed to her abdomen, trembling and convulsing.

"I'm calling an ambulance," Jodie shouted, and although she tried to cover up her panic, it was still clear to hear. "Hang in there." Hang in there. If she hadn't been too blinded by her pain, she would have laughed derisively. A sob escaped her throat, the first of many, and her hands wandered down her stomach as if hoping to find the cause of her problems. In a way, she did.

Something wet touched her fingers, making her freeze and pull her hand back, which was covered in a red liquid. Blood. She couldn't help herself - another scream escaped her.

Two hours later, she lay in a hospital bed, her face buried in her pillow, silent tears streaming down her cheeks.

A miscarriage.

The doctors had explained to her that a miscarriage could be induced by emotionally traumatic and physically hurtful incidents, but she had not listened to them, just lay impassively in her bed. Her brother, Yusaku, had visited her and tried to talk to her, but she hadn't even given him a glance. Today she had not only lost her unborn child, of whom she had known nothing, but the last part of Shuichi that she had left.

~**~

They say that time heals all wounds. She wasn't so sure it was true.

It was early morning, the sun had not yet risen, only a slight glimmer on the horizon, and she knelt silently in front of the lake she had visited so often with Shuichi. The thought of him alone brought tears to her eyes, which she purposely wiped away.

It had been two years since he had passed away and she still felt the pain that she had carried with her since that day. The loss of her partner and her child had lessened and was now no more than a dull throbbing in the back of her mind, but some days it erupted randomly and without consideration.

She rarely came here anymore, unable to hear the happy laughter of the children playing and painfully realizing that this could have been them. They could have been a little family, not perfect but enough, if Shuichi had just come home that day. For a long time she had been angry with him, cursing his name and his stupidity in not being careful and wishing she had never met him.

This anger had since faded and given way to resignation. There was nothing she could do to change the situation.

For two years she had been sure she would never be able to move on, never be able to love anyone else. She had thought she was done with it all. This morning, however, she had woken up and for the first time in these two years had the feeling that - yes, she could move on. Yes, she would get over him and yes she would, at some point in the distant future, be able to love again.

She didn't know how long it would take or how successful she would be. She knew it would be hard and painful and heartbreaking and maybe it would take her more than a few tries. But in the end, she would survive and move on. Because that's what Shuichi would have wanted her to do.

She breathed out shakily and placed the wreath of flowers, which she had been holding tightly in her hands, on the smooth surface and gave it a little nudge. Waves lapped as the wreath slid across the water and a few tears rolled down her cheeks, but she couldn't stop the small smile that crept onto her lips.

Carefully, she stood up, smoothed her skirt and turned to leave the park, only to collapse in shock, slip and land on her butt. Behind her stood a young man with a tanned complexion and unusually blond hair, who had his hands buried in his trouser pockets and was now looking at her apologetically as she clutched her chest to calm her racing heart.

"I apologize," he murmured, inclining his head in an apologetic bow. "It was not my intention to frighten you." She breathed in and out a few times to calm her racing heart before raising her hand. "It's all right. I was lost in thought and should have noticed you."

He shook his head, however, and took a step towards her to help her up, but waited for her nod of approval before he touched her and pulled her up. "Please, it was my fault. You could have fallen into the water or hurt yourself, and all because I wanted to watch the sunrise."

She smiled slightly and patted the dirt off her skirt. " It really is the most beautiful thing to watch from this spot. And please, nothing has really happened."

"With respect, something has happened." He paused for a moment before bowing his head slightly. "I am aware that you are probably grieving, but I would ask you to allow me to invite you to tea." She hesitated. "It's really not necessary, you don't have to go to any trouble." But he shook his head. "It's no trouble. Please. Will you allow me?“

For a moment, she was tempted to refuse. He didn't seem like the kind of person who would take offense if she did refuse, and to be honest, she didn't really feel like drinking tea with a stranger. However, when she saw the gleam of hope in his eyes, she couldn't help but smile slightly.

What was that again about new beginnings? She nodded slightly and a bright smile spread across his face before he held out his arm to her.

" May I have the honor?" She chuckled slightly before linking in and following him down the stony path. She looked up at him out of the corner of her eye and noticed that his hair had taken on a golden sheen. The sun had risen.

A new day had dawned.

~**~

Her flashing gaze shifted from the man in front of her to her brother, who was standing beside his wife, holding her hand. "You knew?" Her voice was calm and cold, completely emotionless, but a full-blown volcano was boiling beneath the surface. "You watched me grieve for four years, saw me give up on myself and said absolutely nothing? Nothing?" Yusaku cleared his throat and started to say something, but she cut the word off at the back of his throat. "Don't even think about giving me some bullshit about 'we had to think of the greater good' or 'we were trying to protect you' because that doesn't work on me anymore."

Anger and disappointment mingled in her chest and she had to close her eyes to stifle tears. She didn't know whether they were tears of anger or sadness. She heard the crunch of a leather jacket and looked up. Shuichi - no, Akai - had taken a step towards her and was now watching her with calculating eyes. Eyes that she had once loved and that now looked at her with such irrelevance that she wondered how she could have ever had feelings for him. "It remains the truth, whether you like it or not." He fixed her with those cursed green eyes that had once been a home to her, but now reminded her more of the color of poison. "It was for your own protection." His gaze fixed on the person behind her. "And you seem to have gotten over it quite well."

She felt Rei move behind her, presumably to grab him by the collar, but she was quicker and hit him with such force against the cheek that his face flew to the side.

"How dare you," she hissed. Gone was the calm, calculated demeanor from before. Anger and hatred showed clearly on her face as she stared up at him and if looks could kill, he would have to be pronounced dead a second time.

"Can you even begin to imagine how much I've suffered? How much I grieved for you, Akai Shuichi? I lost my child, our child! I was so consumed by grief and sorrow that I stopped eating properly, didn't take care of myself and almost died. Damn it, I wanted to die from it! I wanted it to end and the only reason I'm still standing here is because Rei picked me up, took care of me. I wouldn't be here without him, you fucking asshole!"

She glared at him and, doing some soul-searching, realized that she couldn't find an ounce of love for him. He wasn't worth the effort. "I probably would have died if it hadn't been for Rei. Because I loved you, more than anything in the world. And what are you doing? Betraying me, backstabbing me and telling me the most unforgivable lies. And now you expect, you all expect, that I can just carry on as if nothing had happened."

"It was necessary," he returned urgently, but she only laughed scornfully. "Yes, to keep you hidden from this organization. But from me?" She turned away in disbelief. "Everyone knew you were alive. Jodie, Camel, Shinichi, even my brother and his wife. You told everyone but me. Your girlfriend. So don't tell me it was necessary to keep it from me when everyone else knew."

Akai's gaze wandered to the man behind her. "And what about your lover? Didn't he keep things from you too?" "Yes, he did," she admitted and for a split second her gaze flashed to Rei, who was looking at Akai with such hatred that she would have shivered in his place. "He let me know as soon as he could, though. You didn't. You had hundreds of opportunities and didn't take a single one. Besides, there's a difference between pretending to be dead and fibbing about your profession."

The hatred slowly ebbed away and gave way to disappointment. She turned away and reached for Rei's arm. "I'm through with you. I'm through with all of you. Leave me alone, don't contact me anymore. I don't want anything more to do with you." She could hear her family's protests and pleas, but kept walking. Rei placed his hand on her back and the warmth she felt calmed her somewhat. Not a single word came from Akai.

~**~

She kept her promise. Two years had passed and not once had she contacted one of them. Akai had intended to give her two or three days to calm down before contacting her again. But when he had arrived at her apartment, it had been empty. She had changed all her contact details or blocked him and everyone else, the same with Furuya.

It had taken them a year to figure out her whereabouts and Akai had intended to confront her as soon as he stood in front of her. But when he had seen her from across the street, arm in arm with Furuya, shopping in her arms and laughing, he had done nothing, just stood there and followed them with his eyes until they were out of sight.

Just like he was doing now.

Yukiko had put him in the disguise of Okiya Subaru one last time, in which he now stood at the edge of the festivities. It hadn't been difficult to get in, and due to the fullness of the room, he didn't stand out. Even if he did, he probably wouldn't have, because his eyes had been glued to her since the beginning of the wedding. She looked beautiful, like a goddess. The white dress hugged her figure perfectly, the makeup accentuated her features, and the smile on her face was filled with such love every time she looked at Furuya, her husband, that he felt sick.

His eyes followed their movements as they danced and laughed and, with a sad smile on his lips, he put the glass of champagne down on the tables and turned around. He had blown it, he had to admit that to himself. She no longer loved him. And as he saw her now, arm in arm with Furuya, he wondered if she had ever loved him the way she did the blond.

He had never seen her so happy. He took one last look over his shoulder at the bride and groom.

Apparently she had tripped and he had caught her, whereupon she now buried her face in his chest, laughing. She had earned it, he decided, and turned away for good. All he had wanted was to see her happy and safe, and if he couldn't be the one to give her that, he would let Furuya take her place.

As much as it bothered him, even if it didn't matter what he thought. Only as long as she was happy.

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