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gingernut1314 · 1 month ago

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To Go With You

Summary: After the defeat of a vicious Mononoke haunting your household, your only wish is to leave everything behind.

Content: gn!reader, based off the TV show Mononoke (no plot line spoilers), all dark themes are left up to the reader's imagination for the most part, none graphic death talked about, Medicine Seller being a big tease

Word Count: 1.6K

A/N: I'm in love and because of that have more fic lol. I hope you enjoy!

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Your father was dead.

As was your uncle.

And your grandfather.

Your mother had done it.

Your mother, though, was dead. Had been dead for months.

But she’s come back. Come back as a vicious mononoke to take revenge on the people who took part in her death.

As they died by her hand, you’d watched. Watched and did nothing to try and stop it.

They deserved it, you had thought.

They deserved it, they deserved it, they deserv--

But he did not deserve it--the Medicine Seller that had come to badger your household. He had come not merely to sell his wares but had come by some strange calling your mother’s vengeful spirit gave off. Had come to defend the entirety of your household even when many of them hadn’t earned such protection.

Your mother seemed to agree with you on that. Though her poor soul seemed to have had its fill of men, whether they be helpful or not.

But you liked this one.

You liked his humor and all the interesting things he had been teaching you while trying to figure out the mystery of the Mononoke. A mystery you gave him in three steps upon your mother turning on him. Steps that freed that seemingly unusable sword he carried and sent him bursting with gold light.

He was--glorious. Like some god or saint from legend and you couldn’t help but fall prey to his majesty.

When the light died and your mother was sent to rest once more, you were on your feet rushing through the place you had once called home. Rushed about as your aunt and cousins shouted and screamed in terror at what had just happened.

Kitchen staff gave yelps in fear at your appearance. They asked after the spirit and if it had been defeated, to which you gave a rushed “yes!” as you grabbed up a water skin and whatever foods you could get your hands on.

Once your bag was overflown with clothes, food, and things you thought you couldn’t part with, you were back in your parent's former chambers. Your aunts and cousins were still there, terrified noise still annoyingly spilling from their lips.

“Where did he go?” You called through the clamor. While your cousin’s uproar hardly ceased, your aunt’s certainly did only to turn it onto you.

“What is that?” She snapped, rising to her feet as she motioned towards the bag on your back.

“Where is he?” You firmly asked once more, keeping your features steady even as she rushed for you.

“You think you can leave us?” She grabbed hold of the front of your outfit, giving you sharp shakes as her anger rose. “After what just happened? No, no.” She gave you a great shake once more. “You helped her. You let her kill my husband, you ungrateful--” You shoved your aunt away, a shout spilling from her lips as she stumbled backward.

You rushed out of the room and back through your home, finding wide-eyed housemaids peeking their heads out of doorways to watch you go. Few you had grown to call friends gave you weak smiles as you passed.

You shoved through the front entrance and found him walking unhurriedly down the path.

Walking away.

“Wait!” You shouted, heaving your bag higher up your back as you sprinted his way. “Please--wait!” The Medicine Seller paused, though didn’t turn to face you.

You huffed and puffed from the small excursion you had just rushed, watching his back as you tried to calm yourself. You watched the large wooden box strapped to his back full of so many grand mysteries. Watched his purple banana and the bits of ashy blond hair that pulled up into it. Watched the pointed ends of his ears as you silently begged him to turn his eyes onto you.

Begged him to watch you like how you were watching him.

“I--I wish to go with you.” You fell to your knees then, uncaring if the path dirtied your clothes. “My mother was the only person keeping me here. I would have left months ago had I not known something disgraceful had happened.” The palms of your hands joined your knees on the ground, the cold stone of the path biting at your skin.

“Get up!” Your aunt screeched. “How unbecoming--disgraceful--undeserving--” A foot stomped into your side, causing a pained sound to spill from your lips. Another foot was quick to stomp on you, swaying you from your position.

“I can cook.” You continued, keeping yourself steady against the onslaught of assaults your aunt was pounding into you. “And I can wash clothes. I am fast to learn--willing to be taught just--” Your aunt grabbed at the clothes on your back and pulled. Pulled hard enough you nearly came off the ground. You gave a frustrated shout, whipping around to a now surprised aunt. You gave her yet another shove. Harder this time. A shove that sent her flat to her ass on a howling yowl.

You resumed your position, breath heavy in your chest as you pressed your forehead against the rock path.

“Please allow me to follow you. At least until I have reached a land far, far from this one.” You finished your plea.

The air fell still--still except for that of the hissed curses and dishonors shot at you by your aunt.

The faint sound of a pair of getas moving closer had your breath catching in your throat.

Was he--truly?

“That would be quite…” You felt the pads of cool fingertips brush over the skin of your temple…then your cheek…then lower to tap at your chin. To tilt it upward and gaze upon his face. A face that seemed to once again steal the very air from your lungs. “Unorthodox.”

You took a moment to bask in his lovely features. In the sharpness of them. In the paleness of his skin and the powder blue of his eyes. In the red marking painted on that skin. In the purple that delictated lined his upper lip--lips that were just as delicate as its lip lining. Lips you couldn’t stop but focus on the longest. They looked so soft--like the wind or sun hadn’t touched them once in his life.

“Would it?” You found the strength to say. The peddler smirked down at you, eyes lighting in what you could only call humor.

“You are of--” He paused to lean down, the movement bringing your attention right back to his lips. “High respectability. You’re family would disagree.” You scoffed at his words, an action that only seemed to make that amusement shine brighter.

“No matter how they tried to hide it I am illegitimate--a bastard child born from the wickedness that had brewed in this house for far too long. I lay outside their silly names and the foolish respects put on them.”

He watched you. For a long while he watched you, those blue eyes seeming to peer so deeply into your soul.

Had anyone else peered through you in such a way, you would have shrunk away. Would have snapped at them to stop--but not him. When he did it, you only felt drawn in further. Felt the tip of his index and middle finger still resting under your chin spark and burn at the skin it touched.

“Mononoke,” He started, thumb pulling upward to brush just beneath your lip. You sucked in a shuddery breath, lips parting shamelessly. “All have their own truths. Truths as dark and darker still than that of your mothers.” His near-purred words sucked you in. Because the only thing you could and would hear in that moment was his voice. “Many people deserve their wrath, but that is not something we are allowed to decide. We save the living, no matter how wicked.”

He knew you had held out till the last moment to share your mother's three secrets. Knew you had turned a blind eye till the ones that hurt her had perished.

“I will not be meant to feel shamed for such a thing.” He gave a title of his head in a small nod.

“No. But you must learn,” Again his thumb smoothed over your chin. Soothed so close to your lips. Just inches away, “if you wish to go with me.” You nodded. And nodded again as excitement sparked in your chest.

“I will. It won’t happen again.” He watched you once more. Watched you in a way that wasn’t so deep and calculating as before. In a way that had your body shivering and aching to be blessed by it over and over again.

The peddler leaned even closer. So close you felt his steady breath against your cheeks. So close you couldn’t help your neck from arching just that much further as if you could steal even more.

“Ask me once more.” A shaky breath spilled from your lips. Your eyes drank in his mouth. A mouth that always looked so mischievous, but was truly matching its painted mask then.

“Please. Allow me to go with you.” Those fingers dragged under your chin slowly. Longer, purple-painted nails scratched lightly at your skin there before falling away altogether. You couldn’t help the little whine that bubbled in your throat as he moved away from you.

You watched him stand to his full height, the glow of the sun washing him in gold that nearly matched that of light his sword gifted him. A light the sun could not compare to. Could never dream of comparing itself to.

“Come,” He spoke, turning away from you once more. “We have long to travel.” You rushed to your feet, your excitement so strong you could hardly feel anything else.

Your aunt shouted and screamed and cursed at you as you rushed to the Medicine Seller's side. He glanced down at you just as you glanced up at him and you found you were all too ready to start this new chapter of your life. All too ready to go with him.

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