#Jyuji kabane x reader

[bunji-enthusiast]

You again?

quick concept idea I had, not sure if I'm actually gonna follow through with it. but I think this has potential for angst. Anyway Jyuji is an adorable little guy, and I need to show more appreciation for him.

content || 1,766 words, grammar errors (I think), quick pacing, and general hurt that probably won't hit.

One day he was 15, then the next he was an age he could not recall. Now he was stitched together, meant to be a weapon made exactly for killing. Now how accursed must he be laid upon by whatever god thought him their toy, and walk through life already a dead man never given the chance to actually live. 

Memories swished and turned, some seemingly difficult to control or even get used to (considering they just pop up in mind unwillingly). But he could almost remember his earliest days, Jyuij’s elder brother and another kid he couldn’t seem to recall the face of. In the orphanage where he grew up, that is where promises were made and eventually even broken. Being a kid was no easy feat, to him he recognized right away that being a child was a sin. 

Jyuji was loved and safe because of you, a face he still can’t recall the day he was fifteen years old. His brother left him, and he had to fight for his life on his own in the foster system, which was extremely shitty at the time – worse than the current day foster system, considerably wasn’t still very good at times. Jyuji had to grow up fast and hard regardless of the only bits of love given to him. But it was eventual when he entered a more brutal reality to the life that is being human, to only kill or be killed, a mantra repeatedly spoken to him by his elder brother. 

God, even thinking about his elder brother, let alone his name, gave way to a foul taste left in his mouth. Resentment was indefinitely there, despite being a devil looking for redemption, just a little devil was all he was. Especially with looking for his brother, with the sole purpose of taking back what was once meant to be his. 

Well, he didn’t have any real intention of looking for the man named Kugashira. 

He casted away that surname for a goddamn reason. 

So why now, even with bargaining with the fact he was beginning to care for the legendary Grave and the little lady at his side – did his life have to turn so dank and damp? Jyuji guessed he had a headstart beyond fools hoping about the means of; fame in the underworld, all the women and money. He never really bothered to understand those feelings, so it had made sense in a way. 

The only baggage he had weighing him down was caring for others and these feelings that still weighed so heavy on his once lively heart, too bad he had that stolen from him again the moment you actually walked away from him all those years ago. 

Yeah, he knew what he was getting into the moment he set foot into the underworld. Being part of working for a mafia family, and it’s not sunshine and kittens, these people can be incredibly brutal and few actually have human morals and rules for their working class. Jyuji was lucky in this sense to have worked for someone like that in the past, but he was still very screwed up. He was killed and taken away, used as an experiment. Twice he died, and stitched back together. 

Both times he thought of you on the eventual brink of death, and it gave him peace despite every bit of pain he was feeling overtaking his body. 

To him, even if you didn’t know–you were his sun. Jyuji could think about you, the way you were so close together, and he’d be right at home wherever he may be. 

Within his technique, ‘Kataba Ryu’, which helps him keep a balance between his two halves, he also thinks about you. The thought of you alone also kept him at bay, to restrain his emotions and keep himself at peace. 

Throughout the years, even before he met Mika and Grave, his mind always spiraled back to you. If you were really alive or dead, Jyuji wished he had a way to know otherwise. But it was safety at risk, for him and Billy – and your own. 

Following the last few missions, alongside the group he began to uncover things he wished he didn’t have to find out. But for the necessary good, it was needed in order to completely eradicate SEED from the face of the earth. 

—-----

Upon the setting rays of the sun, he began to realize something. 

When he finally remembered every bit of your face, the guilt set in. His previous life as a human before death was… odd to say the least considering his childhood and the resentment toward his elder brother that continuously grew.

Jyuji was horrible to you, not any better and not any less. You didn’t deserve his reserved treatment, he always swears up and down that he was like that with everyone, nobody could know who it is behind the mask of the show. Not you, not even his own supposed ‘friends’. 

If that is what he could even call them, even after so long he still can’t help the habit of putting up walls, he couldn’t be vulnerable. 

That would be risking his own life, and even yours. No matter how much in that wounded heart of his Jyuji tries so hard to protect, he yearns for your touch upon his skin, to be held and told everything is alright – as cheesy as it may sound. Everyone has something they truly want, even if it is one thing beyond the other, right?

Beyond his death, he calls out in his dreams. For his elder brother, for Billy, and even you. Jyuji could never admit these nightmares to you, or to Billy even despite the fact his ghostly friend calls him out on it every time. 

Yes, he remembers. Jyuji knew you before his death, and he crossed paths with you once again; on completely different sides. He didn’t know what to say or what to think, he was at a loss for words. No bark, no bite. 

He was stunned. 

Jyuji tried, tried and tried! He actually for once in his life pleaded with you to stop working for the Corsione Family, and the deadman thought that he was so close. Oh how wrong he was, his words weren’t getting through to you at all. Granted he knew that words weren't his strong suit, Jyuji had the genuine glimmer of hope that he really was getting through to you for a moment.

A flicker of recognition had shone in your divine eyes, that small little grin that showed even for a brief moment. Jyujij knew it well, and that was what had him thinking that you were going to give up this hapless battle of combat with him. 

Jyuji was skeptical of the suspicious southern charm that Garino had, the deadman knew - he worked for him in a separate branch before. He only wondered what kind of cheap tricks he pulled to keep you tethered to the Corsione Family. 

Right as he stepped closer, close enough to touch–he felt a stab to his abdomen. Even blindfolded–his face expressed brief betrayal. Chagrin etched into his features as footsteps began descending upon your location, soon enough, you began walking away from him. The only hope that he had to keep his heart together, stitches that didn’t bother him, fell apart. Fire fell short in his fury, no matter how demon he chastised himself to be.

And for that single minute, with all the courage he could possibly muster Jyuji’s free hand had reached out. 

Yet that too fell short, Jyuji fell on deaf ears. 

“C’mon Jyuji! We can’t stay here any longer.” Billy’s voice rang out over the private communications, snapping the hybrid-deadman out of his stupor. Jyuji shook his head and growled, descending into faster speed as he got away from the location that the enemies were descending upon. He couldn’t believe that he let this happen, Jyuji was an incompetent ill content bastard. 

“Anyone ever told ya’ you shout too damn loud casanova?” Jyuji retorted, biting into his words. He was hurt, and was running away like a damn dog to lick his wounds. 

“Only you my friend!” A warm chuckle, Billy was airly trying to conceive the severity of the situation. The poltergeist felt for his friend, and was trying to amend the heaviness with some light joking. 

Despite his usual reputation of distrust and clear manner of speaking, the hybrid-deadman couldn’t lie, he actually needed that. 

With nowhere to run to and nowhere to go, even with the big guy and the little lady, there was no one of which he truly belonged with. Even at the beginning of his life, it had been made absolutely clear to him from the start he was a failure. 

The honor he could ever regain was stolen from him, with even just now that counted another time he failed you. 

He operated on pesky evidence for a reason, not even within the bloodline of the Corsione Family that he was a traitor. That damn Garino was, all the reason he was an outlaw, a drifter. In that big and wide mansion, waves and waves of innocents being used and undead against their will. Truly had enunciated the problem that was humanity itself, given the merits there can be good – Jyuji couldn’t be lied to, he was too guarded against the manufactured ideals of evolution. 

“R.B, why do you think [name] would be workin’ with the damn bastards anyway?” Jyuji asked, skimping parking lots and lurking within the shadows. He couldn’t afford to be found, not after what just happened. Not gonna lie, he was still reeling from it all–things considered. 

“I’m sorry for what happened there Mr. Kabane.” Mika interjects, answering on Billy’s behalf. He snorts out a groan, but Jyuji hopes she can provide some insight to calm these emotions surging through each vein and cell. “While you had been talking to them though, we managed to find out one of their SEED facilities – the database there lists all the employees working under the Corsione’s—” 

A pause.

“And?” Jyuji asks, giving way to a slow stop in running. 

“It’s a big one too, actually it even seems to be [Name]’s primary station of work.” Mika adds–Causing Jyuji’s head to bob in surprise, this was actually news that he didn’t expect. But nonetheless, he continued onward toward the metal base truck. 

“Well I'll be, looks like you get another chance Jyu–!” Billy laughs, making Jyuji scoff at the implications of the poltergeist’s words.

[bunji-enthusiast]

What if.. what if I were to write a Jyuji 1K word fic.

Just pure fluff perhaps…

Would anyone like that?

[bunji-enthusiast]

Texts with Jyuji

(you both are siblings, one mention of Bunji, chaotic situations, and just random shit).

[bunji-enthusiast]

Thinking about gently holding his face with a gentleness you didn't realize you had, his skin warm to the touch, at least to you anyway. He always thought his skin was cold, since in reality his body was torn apart and put back together for far too many times that he had lost count now.

Jyuji flinches, almost recoiling from your hand. He didn't expect that, "Careful ya maniac." He sneers, yet no venom in his words.

You chuckle with a soft murmur, "Relax."

The deadman stiffens, his lips curling into a thin line as you cup his jaw. His skin rough and warm to the touch, despite his very clear undead state - Jyuji's body feels like a heater. Perhaps because you were so very cold, yearning for the touch of something other then oneself.

[bunji-enthusiast]

He catches you crying after you took a drive [headcanons]

Characters: Grave, Billy (very implied fem-reader), and Jyuji

We need more Gungrave fanfiction, cause *cracks my knuckles* I’ll just do it myself if I have to. Might be some self-indulgence lol

Grave

— gets really concerned and doesn’t exactly know what to do, you just get really good at hiding your tears and emotional sadness. From a lot of the group apparently.

— now he just knows cause he had happened to catch you off guard is all.

— Grave really does get worried about you, but his intelligence on the perceptive thinking of emotional intellect hadn’t exactly come back to him fully.

— He was so glad Mika offered some tips on how he could help, he genuinely was a little stuck sometimes. Albeit stunned too.

— when he had noticed you were sitting by yourself in the metal van, (or truck? Idk what it is.) he had simply turned to sit by you and engulf you in a very warm and large hug.

— obviously you were surprised and caught off guard by this sudden display of affection that Grave was showing for you, causing you to stop in your tracks of crying - but upon realizing what he was trying to do for you, you couldn’t help but appreciate his efforts.

— eventually you had fallen asleep upon his chest, he didn’t mind though, Grave may be an old deadman but even he still knew that people needed rest. Especially every kinds of rest.

Rocketbilly Redcadillac

— this ghost man knows. Billy is exceptionally perceptive and in tune to people’s needs and emotional states; ladies like you in particular.

— a very firm believer in treating all women with respect, regardless of which age you are, and it’s the job of a real man to supply that kindness.

— albeit, he was simply a ghost unfortunately. Billy couldn’t embrace you, hold you and tell you it was gonna be all okay - alright.

— Billy just hated himself for that, having to go about other methods of cheering you up within proper reasoning to be able to support you in your difficult situation.

— His go-to option was playing some music Billy had thought you were familiar with, as he was taking a shot in the dark; he was extremely glad, very much so once he saw that you began to perk up and the tears had stopped streaming down your beautiful face.

— “You alright there miss?” He would offer you a gentle smile, taking a deep pause in his playing to look you over. You couldn’t help but laugh, thinking of his actions to be cheesy.

— “Billy what the hell are you doing?”

— “Trying to cheer you up, one cheesy thing at a time.” He grinned, closing his eyes once he knew he heard your laugh. “Is it working?”

— You nodded, trying to stifle your giggles and laughs. “Yes, thank you Billy.” Letting yourself feel a new wave of calm, you smiled properly toward the very sincere ghost-man.

— a chilling wave swam through your cheek, causing a warm heat to bloom to your cheeks. You realized what he was doing, you knew he was trying to caress your face. You had stopped him, he let you.

— Billy still felt angry for himself not being able to properly soothe you like an actual man. But he managed to bring a smile to your face, even if it was through rather… cheesy means.

— “That’s good, I’d rather be damned to limbo if that meant I could see such a pretty smile on your face beyond words miss.”

Jyuji Kabane

— an extreme sense of smell, it wasn’t limited to things ordinarily such as organic smells; smoke, water and the occasional poison. He could quite literally smell the lethargy of sadness that had irradiated and wore down your body for quite some time now.

— He didn’t know how to take an approach to comforting you, as he is like Grave - emotionally constipated. Which would make for some difficulty in dealing with people who are more empathetic then he is.

— definitely hates it, not knowing how to do this for you. How to comfort you properly, like a ‘friend’ should. Though he isn’t completely sure if what he feels towards you are platonic feelings, like the dumbass he is, he suppresses them.

— Billy decided to nudge him with a helping hand and offer up some advice to the (very disgruntled) half-seed, half-deadman.

— Jyuji decided to opt for getting you your favorite snack and just offer a hug or two. Something of which was completely a little out of character for the hot-headed bundle of a man to do.

— “How’d you remember this? I only mentioned this to you two days ago!” Jyuji looked away when you had looked at him with very surprised eyes, you noticed the pink blush dusting his cheeks to the shells of his ears.

— Jyuji was never gonna admit it, but at least he managed to crack a smile on your face. To which he was thankful to be able to distract you from all the stress, however long he could for a while.

— He huffed, “Yeah, well we deadman also happen to have extremely good memory.”