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Strangers in the Night
tourist!Seokmin x local!reader
Synopsis:
Strangers in the night exchanging glances Wondering in the night What were the chances we'd be sharing love Before the night was through
Warnings: fluff, meet cute, man hater reader, sunshine DK, crack
WC: 683
Status: part 1, (ongoing)
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擦肩而过 literally means “to brush shoulders and pass by”. To come into close contact with someone or something, but then barely miss it
You were walking in the historical center of your town, in country where people don't share glances - god forbid smiles.
Vintage sunglasses resting on your nose, shades offering a chance to sneak a peek at people passing by. Ready to judge their fashion choices or roll eyes at couples attached by the hip
Now, It was not unusual to catch men looking at you - dressed to impress, girly but with hint of elegance you looked like a doll. If it was not for your typical RBF you'd have many suitors. Didn't matter how happy or sad you felt, the expression on your face remained unshaken. Even after meeting their curious gaze men never approached you. Maybe because there was always unspoken challenge in your eyes and hint of contempt? None of them had balls big enough to try their luck
And to be honest? You didn't really care. Having unrealistically high standards the only men you were interested in were fictional. Two kingdoms to their name, chambers filled with gold, riding white stallion. The rest? Made you sick to the stomach.
That was the exact reason why he caught you off guard
Crossing the street towards alluring neon lights of Rolex store in neighbourhood you adored the most. Bustling with tourists, nice cars parked by the sidewalk, well maintained buildings offering luxuries of all kind. One eye on store window filled with watches out of your tax bracket, other eye on the cobblestones in front of you.
You almost missed him.
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Lee Seokmin was strutting in opposite direction enjoying his first vacation in a long time.
Feet infected with happy virus tapping on the stoney ground. Taking in all the history around him. As he held up his camera to snap a photo, like an angel descending from heaven you manifested in middle of the frame. A quick click was all he managed. Your impenetrable aura blinding him. Immediately starstruck.
Click, click, click. The Leica worked overtime.
Didn't know if it was the way your hips swayed in such enchanting rhythm or the beautiful but unimpressed face... There was something that left him peeking in your direction. A glimpse lasting longer than is considered polite. If you noticed the way he was devouring all the parts of your body.. he could hardly excuse it as accidental.
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Once you saw him looking, glance becoming a stare, making you forget all the Rolex bling. Something in his eyes was so inviting. Something in his smile was so exciting. Holding your breath at how handsome he was.
Like a beam of light entering the bitterly cold cathedral of your heart, Seokmin flashed you the most beautiful 100watt smile.
Ai, mi corazón. You didn't speak Spanish. Kokoro no doki doki. Nor Japanese. But almost folding in half right then and there, hand shooting to the chest trying to prevent cardiac arrest, somehow you managed to keep composure.
Surprised at your uncharacteristical reaction, passing by brushing shoulders, you returned his smile - unsure if he had time to witness it. Caught up in this k-drama interaction you kept moving forward, cheeks red, giggling uncontrollably
Laughing to yourself like a fool for at least thirty minutes, coming to your senses much later - fuck why didn't I stop and said hi? Now is too late to go look for him. It's funny how something small as a smile can have an impact on person.
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Oh but he did catch that smile. Leaving him with such an adrenaline rush he took off running. You couldn't get him if you tried. Galloping like a race horse at Kentucky Derby, it took about ten kilometres before he finally stopped.
"I got so excited I forgot to even ask for her number..!" He gasped out loud, tearing up at the missed opportunity
Trying to get some kind of comfort in the unfortunate situation, he went over the photos he took of you. Biggest smile forming on his face Seokmin sent silent prayer above.
God, If you are real, let us meet again.
To be continued..
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めおと (LIP×LIP) English Translation
めおと Meoto Married Couple
LIP×LIP (Aizou & Yuujirou) 2ndアルバム「生まれてきたことに感謝しなさい!」
Lyrics: Kaoru Composer: Kaoru Arrangement: HoneyWorks
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T/N: Keep in mind that Japanese and English aren’t my first language. I never claim my translation (attempts) to be error-free. As always, if you’re going to use or reference my translations, please do not claim it as your own and credit me.
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あなたの帰り待ちわびてしまう 私の心【あなた&お前】のものになってる
Anata no kaeri machiwabite shimau Watashi no kokoro [anata / omae] no mono ni natteru
I am waiting impatiently for your return This heart of mine is now yours to keep
あなたのことは何も知らない Ah 嫁ぐだけ これは定めよ お家の為にこの身捨てるわ お前のことに興味などない 同情もない めおとになるが 愛しはしない 政略の契り
Anata no koto wa nani mo shiranai Ah totsugu dake Kore wa sadame yo Oie no tame ni kono mi suteru wa Omae no koto ni kyōmi nado nai Dōjō mo nai Meoto ni naru ga aishi wa shinai Seiryaku no chigiri
I know nothing about you Ah, we are only to marry This is my fate For my family’s sake, I will cast this body away I have no interest in you at the very least I have no feelings for you either We will be married but not loving each other It’s a marriage of convenience
雪が溶ける度に 心も溶けてく 近くなっていく 当たり前の存在
Yuki ga tokeru tabi ni Kokoro mo toketeku Chikaku natte iku Atarimae no sonzai
Every time the snow melts Our hearts also soften We are becoming closer We are an existence meant for each other
口にはしない愛の言葉も 束縛しない恋の形も 以心伝心 添い遂げ歩み出すめおと あなたの帰り待ちわびてしまう 私の心あなたのものになってる
Kuchi ni wa shinai ai no kotoba mo Sokubaku shinai koi no katachi mo *Ishin-denshin Soitoge ayumidasu meoto Anata no kaeri machiwabite shimau Watashi no kokoro anata no mono ni natteru
The unspoken words of love between us This form of love free of any restrictions Ishin-denshin A husband and wife for life, walking to the end of time I am waiting impatiently for your return This heart of mine is now yours to keep
寒くはないか? 風邪ひかぬよう これを羽織りなさい 細くて白いその肩に触れ 守ると誓った
Samuku wa nai ka? Kaze hikanu yō Kore o haori nasai Hosokute shiroi sono kata ni fure Mamoru to chikatta
Are you not feeling cold? Don’t catch a cold Please put this on My hands brush your slender and pale shoulders I vowed to protect you
不器用な優しさ 強がりな性格 落ち着くその声に 堕ちていった二人は…
Bukiyō na yasashisa Tsuyogari na seikaku Ochitsuku sono goe ni Ochiteitta futari wa…
Your clumsy gentleness Your nature trying to be tough all the time That calm and steady voice of yours The two who were falling in love
離れはしないこの先永遠(とわ)に 来世だろうと引き寄せ合って 落花流水 困難も支え合うめおと お前の元へ急ぎ帰る 私の心お前のものになってる
Hanare wa shinai kono saki towa ni Raise darou to hikiyose atte Rakka ryūsui Konnan mo sasaeau meoto Omae no moto e isogi kaeru Watashi no kokoro omae no mono ni natteru
Won’t be apart now and for all eternity Would be drawn to each other even in our next life Each of our love returned A husband and wife supporting each other through thick and thin I hurry to return back to you This heart of mine is now yours to keep
桜吹雪いた春 風鈴涼む夏 紅葉色づく秋 雪化粧 寄り添う冬
Sakura fubuita haru Fūrin suzumu natsu Kōyō irodzuku aki Yukigeshō yorisou fuyu
A spring with a storm of sakura petals A summer with the wind chimes tinkling in the cool breeze An autumn with the leaves changing colors A winter blanketed in snow, us cuddling close
口にはしない愛の言葉も 束縛しない恋の形も 以心伝心 添い遂げ歩み出すめおと あなたの帰り待ちわびてしまう 私の心あなたのものになってる
Kuchi ni wa shinai ai no kotoba mo Sokubaku shinai koi no katachi mo Ishindenshin Soitoge ayumidasu meoto Anata no kaeri machiwabite shimau Watashi no kokoro anata no mono ni natteru
The unspoken words of love between us This form of love free of any restrictions Ishin-denshin A husband and wife for life, walking to the end of time I am waiting impatiently for your return This heart of mine is now yours to keep
離れはしないこの先永遠(とわ)に 来世だろうと引き寄せ合って 落花流水 困難も支え合うめおと お前の元へ急ぎ帰る 私の心お前のものになってる
Hanare wa shinai kono saki towa ni Raise darou to hikiyose atte Rakka ryūsui Konnan mo sasaeau meoto Omae no moto e isogi kaeru Watashi no kokoro omae no mono ni natteru
We won’t be apart now and for all eternity We’d be drawn to each other even in our next life Each of our love returned A husband and wife supporting each other through thick and thin I hurry to return back to you This heart of mine is now yours to keep
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Notes:
isshin-denshin - “what the mind thinks, the heart transmits”
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It's officially 9/11 which means you can now grab Mijikanamonogatari (lit. Short Story), a compilation of short stories from the Monogatari Series, featuring 33 previously released short stories & 6 new ones Global shipping on: Amazon JP CD Japan More info on the included short stories ↓
New stories: Yotsugi Snow Dome Ougi Road Movie Sodachi Penalty Shinobu Tonight Nadeko Past Shinobu Future
Included short story titles:
Hitagi Buffet
Mayoi Room
Suruga Court
Nadeko Pool
Tsubasa Song
Hitagi Neck
Karen Arm-Leg
Tsukihi Eternal
Shinobu House
Tsubasa Board
Mayoi Castle
Hitagi Coin
Nadeko Mirror
Shinobu Science
Hitagi Figure
Hitagi Salamander
Hitagi Throwing
Suruga Palace
Yotsugi Future
Ougi Travel
Suruga Neat
Rouka God
Shinobu Figure
Karen Brushing
Tsukihi Brushing
Koyomi History
Yotsugi Stress
Hito toshite (As a human)
Douka shite (Something wrong)
Soshite (And then)
Doushite (Why)
Kokoro shite (With caution)
Mayoi Welcome
Yotsugi Snow Dome
Ougi Road Movie
Sodachi Penalty
Shinobu Tonight
Nadeko Past
Shinobu Future
Here's a synopsis for Nadeko Past & Shinobu Future:
"The human heart is darkness to me." Sengoku Nadeko, tormented by the memories of a past she wants to forget. Oshino Shinobu, finally falling into despair over an endless future. It's time for the corpse doll Yotsugi Ononoki to try her hand at counseling!
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(KNY) YANDERE PLATONIC! KOKUSHIBO x SISTER READER: You, Shibou. I, Kokoro (CHAPTER EIGHT)
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CHAPTER EIGHT: "You’re scaring us and all of us, some of us love you Achilles, it’s not much but there’s proof"
Trauma from growing up too fast is rather severe, Causes of this can include homelessness, Parental Abuse, ETC.
Symptoms can include the belief that you need to always be strong and are disconnected from your needs, Believing that you cannot ask for help being isolated and distrustful.
It is very hard for the person to express their needs to another person, Even sometimes having trouble recognising that they have needs.
Her feet brushed against the thin wood of her sandals. Pushing in her toes she fastened the tie over them. Tapping the heel once she deemed it was steady and stood up.
Rubbing her eyes, [F/N] yawned as she stretched. The sleep rolling off her muscles as she groggily dragged her feet over to the closet. Despite having a good few hours of rest, She still felt tired.
The darkness of the room was barely an afterthought as she lumbered over to the closet and stood in front of it. The old wood coupled with splinters wasn't a bother either, The entire room that felt so foreign faded into an unwillingly familiar terrain.
Opening up the old closet door with a creek she was greeted with the row of kimono's and other accessories organised neatly inside. She sighed, They were new and exactly her size. Her fingers itched, How he knew her measurements exceeded her.
It had been a good few days since her encounter with Akaza, Or at least she thinks so. There was no clock to tell the time or anything that could even signal day or night. Everything was dark constantly, Her best estimate on the time was that she had fallen asleep sixteen times. A number she tallied onto the wall beside her futon.
After her talk with him she recalled the very next 'morning' what he did. It was weird to say the least, Why were all the demon's she encountered thus far been so strange?
At first it was just the fact he didn't raise a hand against women, Sure that was a bit odd on its own but it was ignorable if not irritating. But then it was when he escorted her back to bed when she was in pain was when his irregularity was glaringly obvious.
Demons don't show kindness, They don't. That's what [F/N] had been telling herself all this time, For all her life. Though she never had any feelings towards demons as a whole she recognised their behaviour.
Everything was weird, And she needed to accept that.
[F/N] didn't know what it was, It was probably what Akaza said that day. She was pathetic, She tried to escape once then gave up. That's what he said, At the time she had felt insulted and exposed. Like she was dropped naked into freezing water, It was uncomfortable and it made her mad.
But with the time she had to mull over his words she had came to the conclusion that yes, He was right.
Even though she had only tried once within the two day timeframe it was the days afterwards that really proved him right. [F/N] had tried running again, Putting a single foot onto the old docks before getting cold feet and backing out.
All this time she had been rotting away in her hopelessness, A dull feeling of weakness and vulnerability. She had focused on her sorrow so much that she couldn't even fathom the idea of finding another escape route.
She had to press her hands up against the molding wood at one point, Pushing her forehead against it and ignoring the splinters.
[F/N] had to breathe in and out, Confirming the bark was corporeal to the touch.
[F/N] was here. She was here and she needed to accept that.
[F/N] had no time to focus on how she felt right now, Her feelings don't matter. Cry later when you're out of here, Your emotions won't help you survive. Will they?
She bit her tongue and the way she sifted through the various kimono's grew a bit more focused. Akaza had helped her on that front too, This was the first time in ages she had actually decided to change out of her jinbei and into actual day clothes.
Though she hadn't showered, Something she was in dire need of with her greasy hair and sweat pressed skin. [F/N] would need to see if there was still a communal bathing place here, Hoping it wasn't taken out of the modifications Kokushibo made.
Kokushibo, Right.
He had arrived back to the shrine after being called by that man. [F/N] had been waiting on the edge of her seat (Or in this case, Futon) for the news. Would she be killed? Would she be tortured for information? The possibilities for what could of happened went awry in her mind.
Though nothing ever came of it. The next time she saw him was when he dropped off another bowl of soba on her vanity, He had said a curt hello before leaving. It was cold, She figured he was sticking to his promise of 'No affection' and to her he was doing it perfectly.
[F/N] figured that she was safe, It was nothing to worry about. He was probably just called for some routine Uppermoon Business, Or whatever that could be. Muzan probably didn't know she was here, If he did he would of been here to get information out of her by now.
After that Kokushibo had been very hands off, [F/N] found out that he had a sort of schedule where he'd be present in the shrine for a few hours before leaving for another good few.
[F/N] had assumed that was her sign of night and day. Kokushibo would leave at night and return in the mornings just to escape the sun. While he was here he didn't speak to her much, Keeping to his promise.
The most interaction they had was the meals he delivered to her. Breakfasts tending to be bowls of rice and miso soup, Lunches often being steamed vegetables and dinner being some kind of fish that he had caught.
Most of the time they ended up not being touched. Little nibbles here or there before [F/N] started to become full, Proceeding to abandon the dish in favour of searching around the shrine.
Apart from that she only caught him in passing down the hallways, They made no move to speak but his eyes always shifted to her. Examining and scrutinizing her, Looking like a judge to a convict all before they finally passed by and went on their own paths.
[F/N] shivered afterwards, Every time he was out of sight she'd sigh and continue on trying to forget the burning gaze he held. She often wondered what his game-plan was.
Was he trying to deprive her of social interaction? If so then it wouldn't work, She didn't want to speak to him. [F/N] didn't need social interaction, Not at all, Not in the slightest.
That's what she would like to think. In truth she felt words choke up her throat, Words wanting to spill out whenever she passed him.
Humans by nature were social creatures, She was no exception. Even though [F/N] was particularly anti-social in personality she did require interaction which often came from the Kakushi or her colleagues back home.
Now it was just him and her, The only source of communication. Well, Him, Her and Akaza that is.
He often arrived in the shrine when Kokushibo left, It seems like they rotated in shifts. Whenever Kokushibo left Akaza would be keen on entering, She could tell by the sounds of the poor dummy being punched around again and again in the courtyard.
[F/N] and Akaza didn't talk much either, Mostly because [F/N] didn't see him at all. She didn't wander out into the courtyard, On the rare occasion she did he wasn't there. Bad timing to be accountable.
Though as she finally picked out a kimono. A beautiful white with blue flower patterns brushing against the bottom, Splotches of gold to break it up and a navy obi to tie it all together she was hit with an idea.
Akaza. His behaviour the first time they met, It struck a chord in her. The language, The way he talked and the energy he gave off finally connected together. If she wanted to get out, It wouldn't hurt to gain an ally or two would it?
[F/N] on her own was practically useless. She was feeble and weak which is why she relied on things like weapons and others to keep her raised high. Akaza, The Uppermoon three despite how much she disfavoured his personality was strong and capable.
As she carefully draped the kimono around her shoulders and wrapped the indigo obi around her waist she brewed the thought inside her mind. It was the first step, The one she couldn't take earlier on the dock.
Fixing her oily hair and throwing on her signature haori she walked out of the room, Ready to bargain.
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The sun was rose high, A blinding white within the crystallin blue sapphire surrounding it.
The cool near frosty breeze was an after affect of the leaving winter. Birds awoken from their long sleep sung rhapsodies in the air, The tree's and bushes they sat on were abundant in a healthy basil green.
The entire scene was reminiscent of a Monet painting, Flowers and foliage in bloom. It was beautiful, The Kakushi assigned to take care of it took great patience in trimming and tending to the garden.
Inside the house all the Hashira gathered, At least the one's that were left. The shoji doors opened to let the outside scenery in as they sat together in a rectangular position. The Ubuyashiki estate was rife with life today, Yet the conversation's were dead and the air felt suffocating to be in.
All of the events were a hot topic none of them wanted to talk on. From Rengoku's unfortunate death, Tengen's retirement and the demise of [F/N]. The last time they had met it was on a lighter note, This is the first time they'd all been together since.
Sanemi and Iguro kept their heads down low, Not speaking a word. Despite the wide smile on her face, Shinobu did not tease or try to communicate with Giyuu. Gyomei and Muichiro not talking and keeping to themselves.
Usually at meetings before there would be a higher tone in the air. Tengen would be himself, Talkative and as he would put it: Flashy. Rengoku was always social as well, Always looking out for his teammates.
[F/N] often didn't show up to meetings but when he did he tended to always be in a good mood. While he didn't try to talk and kept quiet he did have his moments with a sarcastic comment, A relaxed conversation and a rare argument with either Sanemi or Iguro.
While he wasn't generally liked or paid attention to, He was still a core member of the team. Not to mention the dynamic he had with Mitsuri, The two were often inseparable and when Mitsuri was around it was only her who could bring out a charismatic and laid-back side of him.
Mitsuri, She hadn't shown up yet. It was strange but it wasn't unexpected. All of the Hashira had heard about her state from both Iguro and Shinobu, The way she appeared the last time they met and the breakdown was all accounted for.
The story they had told back then was gut-wrenching. The state she was in, The rut she called a bed and one she couldn't get out of.
Though they had told it in such detail both Shinobu and Iguro had agreed afterwards to leave some particular details out. Example being the way in which he died as well as the note.
Mitsuri was also a prime member of the tone, Her bubbly nature was infectious and could reach the heart of basically anyone. Her prescence missing was like a lost limb to the attitude, She was often one of the first that arrived.
They hoped while the master was still absent that she would return, In what state however… They had decided to wait on her, It was only right. While the majority didn't expect much, Shinobu's intuition had been telling her otherwise. A gut feeling proven right once the unnaturally loud sound of sliding shoji door's fed into the room.
A sudden jolt of noise. Everyone's head snapped round in a single motion, All in tandem. It was a noise that broke them all out of their own thoughts and theories to drag their eyes up to Mitsuri standing straight in the doorframe.
"Good morning everyone!" Mitsuri greeted. Wide smile stretching ear to ear to show off her pearly whites. Her eyes contained a bright shine inside of them, Swirling around like fish in a pound with her cheeks flushed with a burning blush.
If the silence wasn't static before it certainly was now, Eyes widening and shock coursing throughout their systems at the sight of her.
Mitsuri by all means was looking better than ever. Her hair was well washed and perfectly tied into her tri-braids, Her skin was as clear as her glassy shamrock eyes. Her uniform tidy and neat with her haori like dove feathers completely spotless.
She looked amazing, Revitalized like the first snow in winter or the blossom of cherries in the spring. Her entire energy radiated like the sun and glowed so bright, And that was why it was so striking. So contrasting to the dowry mood in the room.
"Sorry I'm late! Ah, It's really embarrassing but I had to stop by to get a snack or two. The vendor made it sound so appetising and- Kyah~! I just couldn't resist!" Mitsuri squealed. Fanning her burning cheeks.
She pranced over to an empty seat on the tatami mat, Completely oblivious to the looks and the suffocating air in the room. Mitsuri quickly plopped down onto the seat and sat cross-legged while humming a tiny tune.
The rest of The Hashira sat in a stunned silence. They thought when she arrived, If at all, She would appear washed up. From the recount of Shinobu and Iguro they expected a deep frown, Messy hair and ragged uniform. Even without the tale they expected as such.
But seeing her so.. Upbeat was concerning. The only Hashira in the room not to appear as such was Shinobu, Already aware of the reason yet kept quiet, Believing that it wasn't her story to tell.
"Erm.. Kanroji-san?" Iguro decided to speak up first. His voice hesitant and slow as if she was a ticking explosive, Ready to detonate any moment as he eyed her up and down. Checking for any cracks.
"Yes, Obanai-san?" Mitsuri replied. Pep in her voice as she looked over to him with that same gleam. It was the one she use to wear regular, It was the one she had lost when he saw her last.
"Are you.. Are you okay?" Iguro asked. Kabamaru circled round his neck once and peaked out from behind his choppy mop of hair, Curious and concerned for the girl sitting only a few feet away from them.
Mitsuri's smile grew wider.
"I feel amazing, Oh-" Mitsuri paused, Smile dropping slightly "If this is about last time then I'm really sorry, I shouldn't of spoke to you like that and I am so so sorry!" Mitsuri bowed down low in a near comical motion, Genuine regret bouncing off her tone as she did.
Gyomei's beads rattled, The tears flowing down his cheeks shown his tone once he decided to speak up.
"Kanroji-san.. I do believe that is not what we are worried about here. I understand you and Fujimori-san were close, So your happy voice is a bit.. Jarring." Gyomei spoke in a lamenting tone, His voice was as big as him as he spoke.
"It's a tragedy.. Fujimori-san had planned on retiring and he was killed only a few days before. It makes my heart wretch.. A poor man he was, But strong and respectable.." Gyomei said.
His brows furrowed slightly. Him and [F/N], The tension that they carried felt so faraway now. They never got along, Had opposing views and philosophies. They never agreed on anything yet Gyomei had always held honour and care for his colleagues.
Gyomei regretted his words, The last conversation they had didn't end in a good note. He had tried calling him out on his behaviour towards being a Hashira, Gyomei admits he was rather harsh.
Back then he had gotten in a fight with his former child, Kaigaku. He felt weakness course through him, Gyomei couldn't bring himself to behead the boy even though he knew it was for the best. Choosing to only assist from the side-lines, The shock on knowing what he had become was too much.
His frown deepened. If he only took charge and gave him the merciful kill he would've been able to get back to the shrine and assist [F/N], Maybe then he wouldn't of been killed and that thought ravaged his mind everyday on.
Mitsuri raised her head, Reverting back to her original position. She looked over to Gyomei, She was unaverred along with her smile.
"I'm not sad, Himejima-san. Not anymore. I'm guessing from your reaction that Shinobu-san didn't tell you what really happened" Mitsuri inquired, Situation only catching on now.
"Correct, I didn't think it was my place to say." Shinobu answered for him. Nodding slightly with that ever-present smile only dimming slightly by the mention of the events. Mitsuri nodded back in confirmation.
Sanemi decided to speak, Raising a non-existent eyebrow.
"Events? The hell you talkin' bout." He chimed in, Gruff and semi-aggressive tone finally showing itself in response to the hint of information. The out of line tone he wore seemed to break the suffocation if only a little bit.
"Shinazugawa-san.. Please, This isn't a time to be informal.." Giyuu pipped up though was instantly shot a look at by Sanemi, One that made Giyuu look away. Stoic expression still on his face.
Even though he wanted to, Sanemi didn't speak again.
The silence set in once more and Mitsuri decided to take the chance. It needed to be said, They needed to know what happened.
"..Well, If I'm being honest with you all.. The events back at the shrine didn't go exactly as it did in the report." Mitsuri started. Even though her words were serious they were said with such a light-hearted tone that made them seem so small.
"Why would the report lie..?" Muichiro pondered softly, The first comment he contributed was with dull eyes and a cloudy expression.
"It didn't exactly lie, Most of what happened was true however there were some bits that are wrong due to.. Withheld information." Mitsuri explained, Turning her head over to the young boy.
"Withheld information?" Gyomei inquired, Rattling the beads once more.
"Yeah, The information that I failed to provide was the way [F-.. Right, Should probably clarify first.." Mitsuri cleared her throat, Turning to the rest of the room. Shinobu looked back at Mitsuri, Ready to jump in if needed.
"Before I say the important piece of information.. I need to say that [F/N], The head shrine maiden at the Kakushi base and Fujimori-san are the same person." Mitsuri announced.
Eyes widened, Heads tilted and frowns deepened. The new knowledge being a shock. They wanted to speak, Question the impossible new knowledge. The two looked and acted completely different.
One was jovial and relaxed, Tended to forget his duties as a slayer and was generally unserious. The other was a hard-working associate of the Ubuyashiki family, One that never seemed to crack a smile and kept quiet.
They wanted to question it, But Mitsuri wasn't finished.
"Before you say anything! Please let me finish before you ask questions." Mitsuri butted in. The questions dying at the tongue and kept back by the closing of the jaw. Sanemi and Gyomei were confused, Giyuu and Iguro were curious. Iguro especially since he thought them being the same was the only piece of information she had.
Mitsuri gripped the edge of her skirt.
"The information I wanted to give you was about the way [F/N]-san died. While your report was correct on the part that she was killed by a demon.. The truth is.." Mitsuri trailed off, Taking a deep breath in.
"[F/N] killed herself."
The rattling of beads stopped.
Heads snapped back around. Eyes expanded to that of like saucers and jaws dropped open. Shinobu looked back at Mitsuri and nodded in encouragement as the entire room fell to a dead silence.
The entire reaction was a mixed bag. Sanemi's expression for the first time turned blank, No sign of aggression or emotion.. Just.. Nothing. A rare visage he never wore but now was displayed entirely.
Giyuu's lips parted. Eyelids rising at the last word spoken.
Iguro's calm expression he had before winced slightly.
Gyomei didn't speak, Nor made any motion to move. Though he had been compared before, His likeness to that of a statue now was uncanny. None of his muscles moving an inch.
"Killed.. Herself?" Muichiro muttered. The only indifference he showed now was the slight lowering of his eyebrows and the misty sapphire in his eyes start to part. He spoke as if testing the words on his tongue, A foreign concept, One completely unheard of.
Before Mitsuri could answer, Another voice butted in.
"What are you tryin' to feed me here? First your saying Fujimori-san was [F/N], Then you're telling us that he killed himself?! Bull. Shit!" Sanemi snapped, The baring of his teeth and his slowly rising figure was enough to show that.
"Shinazugawa-san, Please sit down." Shinobu called out as she watched the man get to his feet, Not bothering to look back at her as his eyes were stabbing straight into Mitsuri who didn't falter once.
"Fujimori-san was a rat bastard, I'll give you that. But him killing himself? You've got to be joking. Even if he did for what reason would he even do it? For fucks sake the man did this job for the fun of it. He had no fucking worries at all so why?!" Sanemi snapped.
His anger was unprecedented, It was unexpected too. Of all people she expected him to shrug it off like he usually did, Toss his head to the side and huff as if the act [F/N] did was simply nothing.
Instead he stood as if he was about to throw a punch, A fighting stance bracing for impact at the same time. His teeth were gnarled and his usual eyes that held a crazy look in them seemed tenfold now.
"Shinazugawa-san, Sit down.." Gyomei's voice cut through the rapidly building tension in the room. His voice echoed and was authoritative, Not unlike that of a disappointed father.
Sanemi turned around to face Gyomei, His stance still wide and strong yet it dimmed under the older man's presence.
"Kanroji-san has not finished.. Sit down and we'll discuss this afterwards." Gyomei rumbled. Still in his position, Unwavering and strong.
Sanemi hesitated, Looking at the man once before taking a step back. He turned back once more to Mitsuri before stomping off back to his seat and promptly sitting down, Anger dissipated as his head hung low. Waiting for the next few words.
"Thank you, Himejima-san.." Mitsuri nodded towards him in gratitude. "So, I understand how this can be a bit unbelievable, I know.. I was like that too.."
Mitsuri's hand traced the edge of her thick vanilla haori before snaking inside. Fishing around before reeling back and presenting a folded piece of paper, Raising it up high to display to the entire room. Brows were raised at the piece of paper, Faces contorted into all sorts.
"Kanroji-san.. That's not what I think it is. Right?" Giyuu spoke up, Eyes locked on to the fibre caressed between the girl's fingers. Giyuu was the first to realise, The only one to point it out before she did.
"Yes. This right here is the proof you need, This is [F/N]'s suicide note. Her last words spoken.. Or.. Written down." Mitsuri announced. Determination burned within the clover ocean of her eyes, Shine on the sea's surface glistened like foam.
"A.. A suicide note? Fujimori-san wrote a note.." Muichiro repeated slowly, Seeming contemplating over the words now revealed to them.
He wasn't alone, The entire room's eyes were dead set on Mitsuri. No one made a move to speak. People like Sanemi or Iguro only looked at her like she had three heads. Muichiro, Giyuu and Gyomei's expressions were simply blank and focused while Shinobu just wore her usual smile.
Mitsuri unfolded the paper. The rustling of the flaps coming undone seemed so loud, Ringing like deafening church bells within the confines of the room.
She brought the final piece back down, Levelling it with her eyes. Taking a deep breath, Mitsuri inhaled.
All before her lips parted and she began to speak.
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SLAM!
The back of the patchwork dummy hit the courtyard walls with force that made the old structure shake.
It dropped down to the floor, Bits of stuffing surrounding it once more. Akaza stood only about a metre away, Panting, Out of breath from his non-stop attack. It had been going on for so long that even a demon such as him felt tired, An oddity.
He leaned back up from his hunched position. Beads of sweat rolled down his forehead and the rest of his body was basically drenched in the stuff, Staining patches into his sleeveless haori.
The warmth of the courtyard contributed to that, The only place with any semblance of heat within this cold hell of a shrine. Despite being a dull and dreary nightmare it was the only place that had any sort of privacy within the infinity castle.
Stalking over slowly to the defeated ragdoll he reached down, Picking it up by its left shoulder and setting it back in place. The ragdoll swivelled around a little before he stepped back to prepare once again, Raising his fists.
To perfect his form, That's why he did this. To crease over any little crack and imperfection in his technique. What position of his hand can make it fly back the furthest? How fast can he throw a punch?
The dummy sufficed to practice on his surface level form. It was an inanimate object in the shape of a person, One that stayed still and let him do as he pleased.
And that's why it was so annoying to him.
Akaza lowered his fists, The expression of fire burning bright and ready to fight died out on his face. It was useless. It didn't matter, This wasn't a human being or a strong Hashira to fight.
Akaza 'tched and turned around away from the thing. A Hashira was strong, Powerful. A Hashira could fight back and read his attacks, They could provide the right information to him, Ways to get stronger. To hone his technique and reach perfection.
He was at a point where he was weaker than both Uppermoon one and two, A fact that made him grit his teeth and clench his fists. But he was way stronger than any of the late moons below him.
He was in the middle, He was average. He was Uppermoon three out of six.
It was a limbo he couldn't escape. One he had tried several times and why he had tried to convince so many Hashira to turn and become a demon. They provided the information, When they fought Akaza could feel himself grow stronger. It was powerful, Invigorating even.
But they never accepted his offer, One to fight and spar forever. To grow stronger together, To climb the ranks and become the strongest of all. It irked him to no end, He didn't understand. Why wouldn't they want to accept?
He had no clue. To him it sounded like an offer of a lifetime, So tantalizingly wonderful and irresistible.
Whatever, He thought. Maybe they weren't so strong after all, He shouldn't waste his time on weaklings.
Akaza started to walk away, Plagiarised confidence from his usual stance as his steps echoed throughout the courtyard. Passing by the centrepiece tree and heading towards one of the exits.
He pushed the doors open and quickly walked through. The dummy was basically useless now, It was old and ruined after years of torture from him. It didn't bring him the same skill that it use to.
The coldness of the shrine halls started to fade in and the warmth from the core of the courtyard faded out. The chill running down his spine and seeping into the fibre of his muscle as he walked.
He huffed. Passing by tapestries depicting dragons of old, Yokai and Kitsune all dancing within the threads. Disgusting, He figured that he shouldn't be here anymore. Maybe if he went out again he could find another Hashira to fight.
One that this time was str-
"Hey."
A voice called out from behind him.
His eyes narrowed in annoyance. Despite the voice only being heard a couple of select times, It was one he recognised.
Akaza cocked his head round to the side, Golden irises and ink stained kanji glaring into the form of the girl. She was leaning up against the doorway he had just left, Only capable of going unnoticed due to her lack of fighting spirit.
"What do you want?" He answered back. His voice like the edge of a cutting blade and piercing into her like one too. Yet it drew no blood, Her expression was stone and it looked like it was enticed by him.
[F/N] pushed herself up from the rickety doorframe and stood in her stance. Arms folded over her chest and her legs planted onto the ground. She had a sort of sly smile playing on the corners of her mouth when she stared at him.
"I've came to speak to you. About the other day and a few more things." She replied casually as if discussing the weather, As if she wasn't in the midst of pandemonium. The place of all demons. Akaza blew air through his nose.
"There's nothing to speak about. You were injured, I only did it because you would've told Upper one about my presence here if I left you there." Akaza responded. Irritated as to why she was here.
"I mean, Maybe. But even so you didn't have to change my bandages, That was something you did on your own." [F/N] said, Taking a few steps towards him as if sizing him up. Akaza rolled his eyes.
"What are you trying to imply here?" He asked, Taking a few steps more in return to her. They were only a few feet apart now, Staring each other down like a western frontier stand-off.
"I'm implying nothing. I'm just saying what you did outright… And thanks, By the way.." [F/N] said, The last part of her sentence was mumbled but Akaza picked it up alright. He scoffed and tossed his head to the side.
"If you're just here to thank me then get lost. I'm busy and I don't have time to talk with the likes of you." Akaza scolded. Swiftly spinning around he began to march away, Quicker than a usual stride or stroll as he wanted to leave immediately.
Staying out of this is for the best. Akaza didn't want to get wrapped up in whatever kind of relationship she was involved in with Kokushibo, She meant bad news and she looked it too. He had better things to do, People to fight, Ways to get stronger.
"Wait, Wait, Wait!" Akaza heard her voice behind him, It seemed a little more desperate and surprised attempt to get him to stay compared to the cocky and tough exterior she sported. It was a crack in her porcelain, Something that made Akaza stop in his tracks.
"What? What do you want, I told you to get lost so beat it." Akaza responded more assertively, Eyebrows furrowing into a scowl as he turned back around to face her. Whose expression was that of a surprised kid.
"Seriously, I don-"
"You hate Kokushibo, Don't you?" [F/N] quickly butted in. Her agape jaw closed and curled up into a sly smile as she watched Akaza's broken glass eyes widen in shock. Bingo, She was correct. Her gut feeling was right.
"..Huh? How did you.." He mumbled half to himself.
"You hate Kokushibo, Right? I mean don't get me wrong, I do too." [F/N] confirmed, A soft chuckle lacing the end of her sentence. Her eyes glimmered under the aquamarine reflections, White sparkles that seemed to look right through Akaza.
[F/N] smiled. Her bet paid off. Before she wasn't quite sure, But she decided to take a risk and say it bluntly and lo and behold, Her bet paid off. For the past few days she had been thinking over her previous interaction with him, Every little moment, Picking up just the little details.
She was ticked off by the way he said his name, That's the catalyst. The way it dripped with venom and burned like a wildfire was something she could feel straight from the tap. Once she realised that she started to piece it together.
The next part that helped was the way he spoke about strength while being Upper three. He valued it more than anything and most of all he trained non-stop while he was here, He wanted to get stronger.
Not to mention the report at the Mugen Train incident. The conversation and description of him provided testament to that. Alone they meant nothing, But together they gave her a key to the lock. Akaza hated Kokushibo.
And that was something [F/N] was going to use to her full advantage.
"Yeah.. I do. He's a prick but so what if I hate the bastard?" Akaza spat out, Nose scrunching up at the mention of him. "What does it mean to you?"
[F/N] hummed a little, Pacing once or twice to the side while thinking over her words. Ones that she had been rehearsing in her head while searching for him, Making sure it was just right as she spoke.
"Well me and you. Let's be honest here, We are absolutely nothing alike for well.. Obvious reasons." [F/N] drawled, Nodding towards his general figure as she took a step towards him.
"But. We both here hate Kokushibo, That's what we have in common. I'm saying that we make a sort of.. Deal." [F/N] stumbled trying to find the right word to call what she was proposing. Akaza gawked at her, Whatever he had been expecting it was not that.
A disbelieving, Mean smile crept up on his face as he shook his head.
"No, Absolutely not. I don't know why you're here but if you were taken by Kokushibo then there must be a good reason for it, I'm not getting involved." Akaza said, Speaking his name with such acidity that she thought wisteria was in the air.
"I told you, I am not getting you out of here. Whatever relation you have to Kokushibo I want absolutely no part of and getting you out of here is off the table, Even being here with you right now is a risk. Besides.. What could you possibly offer me?" Akaza found it pitifully funny as he laughed through his frown.
[F/N]'s small smile dropped, A voice ringing in her head.
Do what you can to survive.
"What can I offer you? How about Kokushibo's head?"
Akaza stilled.
As soon as the words registered in his mind his body went rigid like a wooden board. His frown tightened and froze like water. What? What did she say? His eyes rose to meet hers, Unbelieving and shocked.
"What.. What do you mean?" Akaza asked slowly.
And just like that he had taken the bait. [F/N] felt slightly weighed down under his gaze, At any moment this could go wrong and her chance of escape would be lost. She needed to reel him in slowly, He suspected nothing.
[F/N] shrugs her shoulders.
"I'm his sister, He tells me everything you know. It just so happens that I also know his weakness and if you assist me then I'll gladly tell it to you. It's his Achilles heel, You find it out and he goes down." [F/N] trailed off, Holding back a gag once she referred to herself as his sister.
She was lying through her teeth. A practiced skill she had to learn quickly growing up, One that she never exceled at yet was good enough to get by. [F/N] never liked doing it, Especially when it meant calling herself his sister and the severe consequences that could happen if she was caught.
Akaza's lips parted, Eyes rising along with them as he heard her offer. It was unexpected, How could she have any idea what his so called 'Achilles heel' was? Could she be tricking him? Was this a lie? It was impossible to tell without a fighting spirit.
"How.. But.. You hate him, How could you know that?" Akaza rebutted. He seemed annoyed and unfocused before but now his attention was fully on her, Eyeing her up and down like a voracious hawk and ready to dig in with his claws.
[F/N] half-heartedly snorted.
"Well, Yeah. I hate him but that doesn't mean he hates me, Now does it? He may or may not let it slip during our conversations" She replied with a worn poker face, Staring him straight in the eye to meet the bird-of-prey gaze he returned with.
Akaza's eyes lowered.
"How do I know you're not lying to me.. What reason can you give?" Akaza queried. The question of the century. [F/N] had to calm her breathing like her training had always taught her to, She shallowly breathed in.
"I don't have any reason to give you, Only my word. But if you don't want to know then it's fine, Feel free to go back to the training dummy" [F/N] remarked, Shrugging her shoulders. Once it left her mouth she bit her tongue.
It felt nasty to lie, It was an old habit she had tried to get rid of but it reared its ugly head once more under the threat of eternal confinement. Whatever, She thought. It wasn't as if she could stoop any lower, Besides she needed it to survive.
Akaza scoffed. Half in disbelief and the other at the sheer audacity she had to offer this without any proof of reward to him. He would of insulted her, Told her off for doing such a ballsy move. But as he went to speak he couldn't find the words, None which he wanted to say anyways.
He turned around, A single palm hitting his forehead as he stared up towards the ceiling.
"Then why on earth would I agree to that?!" Akaza exasperated. [F/N] shrugged.
"Because you want to kill Kokushibo" She replied so casually that it caught him off guard. She said it with such disregard, It felt so wrong yet so enticing at the same time to Akaza.
It brought him back to their duel. Kokushibo knocking him down, The fight didn't even last five minutes. Akaza recalled how he had lain there while the executioner stalked up to him, Shadow casting over him as he stared down at his defeated form.
He stood like an emperor over him. Lectured him with a voice that silenced the entire room while his limbs could barely even regenerate. And to top it of he didn't even absorb him, Letting him rot another day.
Akaza hated him. He despised him, Every fibre of his muscles begged to destroy him. Every inch wanted to utterly annihilate him by any means necessary. He was so helpless like an injured animal yet wanted to fight back like a cornered beast.
He wanted to be the strongest, Any means necessary. Which is why his lip shook and his eyes lost focus, Contemplating the words proposed to him.
His mouth opened.
"Still.. Even if I do agree.. If I let you escape there'll be a target on my head, Possibly not even from just Kokushibo anymore.." Akaza replied and he was right. Kokushibo as loyal as he is would not hide away information from that man. If she was here then it was very possible that he was aware and let it happen for some unknown reason.
Letting her escape would be a death sentence.
"I'm not asking you to get me out of here, I'm just asking for your assistance. Just a bit of information and maybe you sneak me in a few items here and there, That's all I ask for and once I escape on my own I'll provide the information." [F/N] explained.
Akaza went silent once her proposition finished. He stood there now looking down at the floor, Arms limp at his sides. Slowly enough however, His fingers started to curl into a fist. Veins popping out from the sheer force as his knuckles cracked.
The only thing he could see was his face appear as a spectre in his mind. He knew what he had to do.
"..That's all?" It came out as a small whisper yet held so much weight that the air around them both shifted.
[F/N] nodded.
"That's all." She confirmed. Her right arm stretched out, It raised from its side and positioned itself in a uncompleted handshake. Her eyes narrowed as the fishing line seemed to tug, A bite she needed to reel in.
Akaza chuckled, A quiet and cruel sound as he shook his head.
"I can't believe I'm doing this.." He muttered. His hand reached out to meet hers, His cold dead fingers grasping onto hers in a now completed handshake. They shook once, Then twice. A firm hold from both sides.
The ceremony had been complete, The deal had been made.
"Ditto. If you told me I was here right now a few months ago.. I'd tell you you're insane." She joked-half heartedly. The warmth of her hand slipping from his icy grip as soon as the deal was finished. Akaza huffed.
"Listen. I don't want to be friends with you nor do I want to spend more time then I need to. I don't want to get personal. We're only here on transactional means, Got it?" Akaza said with his returning composure.
"Oh trust me. I'm not betting on anything happening between us." [F/N] replied. A sort of understanding growing between them, One not built on trust nor was it on respect of any kind. Instead it was mutual gain.
Or mutual for him anyways, [F/N] still had no idea how she was gonna explain it to him.
"So? Did you want any knowledge right now or did you just make some weird pact for future reference?" Akaza asked. But as soon as he did the small smirk on [F/N]'s face stiffened then softened into a frown, One that strangely enough fit perfectly on her.
"..This is a deal. Not a pact." [F/N] stated, Her voice was frosty and colder than their surroundings. Her body growing irrationally rigid at the simple word, Eyes lowering as her shoulders raised. Guard getting back up.
"What? It's just word choice" Akaza responded, Tilting his head to the side only slightly as he eyed her new behaviour up and down.
"Yeah, Well.. It's a deal so I'd rather just use the right terminology. This isn't a pact, Promise, Oath or vow of any kind.." [F/N] trailed off, Eyes wandering to some obscure part of the room. Akaza hummed.
"What do you have against the word 'pact'?" He asked, An off-handed and disinterested question on the surface yet a tinge of curiosity lingered on the implications.
[F/N] huffed.
"I thought you said this wasn't meant to be personal?" She rebutted.
Akaza paused.
"..Touché" He said after a while.
"Well anyways.. I don't need anything right now, However I'll search you out once I do. So.. Keep coming here to train or whatever else you do here, I'll be in touch." [F/N] spoke, Turning around with a flip of her kimono and starting to pace off down the old hallway.
Akaza watched as she went, Listening to the clacks of her sandals and the way she moved like the undead. He didn't need her to have a fighting spirit to tell she was unsure of her actions as she trodden away.
He grimaced, Something she didn't notice as she finally spun round the corner disappearing on sight. He should of been happy, Excited even. A possible way of defeating the person standing in his way to become the strongest.
His elation should of been sky high yet the implications and the dangers of what he got himself into weighed him down. If he got caught then what would happen? Kokushibo from what Akaza heard was attached to her, Assumedly more.. Obsessive than most relations.
Though that was somewhat normal for a demon, Akaza couldn't help but wonder why. He shook his head, If he got caught while doing this then a gut feeling told him he didn't think Kokushibo would spare him this time.
He didn't want to be involved, He really didn't. But now that he was dragged in by the ankles and enticed by the heart he knew that he needed to get serious, Akaza needed a game plan. A way to keep this on the downlow, A way to reap the benefits.
Akaza snorted at the thought. How he was going to do that was up to him and him alone now, All he needed to do was gather items and provide information. That was all.
Akaza groaned and turned around now, Back showing to her empty space as he marched off down the hallway. Contemplating his new situation.
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"To Mitsuri, My dearest friend."
The high-pitched voice of the woman was now dim and serious. The room was completely silent around her as she spoke, The lilt in her voice wasn't sad nor was it anything that fit such a despondent and heart-wrenching situation. It was uncanny as the rest looked out to her.
No one dared to interrupt her announcement of the note. Mitsuri held it out in front of her as she read, All of their faces sombre and dowry under the soft morning light. A stark contrast to the dark and dreary feeling of the room.
"This probably isn't the letter you wanted from me, I know that and I've tried to make it better so it won't hurt as much."
The first verse in the letter. At the end of it the entire room's doubts were stomped down into the ground like an insect. They had questioned the validity of his suicide, Wondered why someone like him.. Or, Her now could do something like this.
Sanemi's lips pressed tight together, Eyes fixed onto the tatami mat below him as his head was hung low. Ears perked up and listening to every little word Mitsuri spoke. Fujimori.. To think he was [F/N] this entire time.
He remembered his actions, The shoves or the way he spoke.. He tried not to remember as he listened on.
"First off this isn't your fault, It's not at all. I've been feeling this way for as long as I can remember and I've tried and tried to find a way to feel something else other than monotony or subservience. Sake and such. but nothing has ever worked for me. Whether I found someone strong enough to kill me or that I finally found the gut's to do it myself. I want you to know I did it I did on my on volition. I chose this, You have nothing to feel bad over."
Nothing to feel bad over, A hope smoking up from a pipe dream. Mitsuri sat there so stoic and as stone faced as she could while the rest of the room was absolutely shocked to their core.
Iguro suddenly recalled back to the times he had insulted [F/N]. The times where he called him "A Sad Excuse of a Hashira" or other descripting words depicting him as lazy or cocky, One's he had said with such hate and ire as he spoke. Those memories bit into him like a viper and left him with a venomous guilt, Festering up like a poison as he remembered.
[F/N] always seemed to shake those words off at the time, Cocked his head and laughed but as they kept coming back to him Iguro wondered how many of his words stuck, How many left an impression.
He never had a good relationship with her. But Iguro wondered that if he hadn't said such things then maybe..
"Life just isn't worth living for me. I remember getting asked a short while ago what my purpose in life was, What my motivation was. It ate away at me for a while trying to find an answer. But In truth I have none except for protect those I hold dearest to me, Yet once I found out that my single motive became obsolete I now realise that what we call a reason to live is also an excellent reason to die."
Gyomei's eyes lowered. His face didn't make any movements but the tears in his eyes flowed down like fountains, The beads he rattled on at were dead still. He recognised what she meant in the letter, She was referencing what he had asked her.
Out in the snow, Gyomei had asked her what her motivation was. He had been harsh and brass only seeing him as lacking in her duties. He saw it as his way of questioning her decision to retire, A way to try and motivate her.
But he heard the words on the paper. The melancholy truth radiating inside him, [F/N] did her job for so long because she wanted to die. To try and find someone that could finally kill her, Her only motivation or point of existence was to end it.
It was heart-breaking, He shouldn't of been so harsh. Whatever motivation she spoke about became nothing but flakes in the blizzard as he listened on.
"I'm living a lie, Everyday I go to work as someone I'm not because of myself. It's pathetic. There isn't any meaning, I'm sorry for saying this but as these are my last words I feel like it's necessary."
Giyuu's lips curled into a deep frown, A bead of cold sweat rolling down the side of his forehead. The words on the note wasn't his but yet it resonated deep within him, He understood her words.
It was the hopeless feeling of impostor syndrome, One he had become so familiar with himself. It was the feeling of a large crowd cheering you on yet you did nothing to please them, A stolen joke told to their amusement.
He understood. The unworthy acclaim, The unjust attention. It was a sentiment he knew well so it only hit harder once she spoke again.
"The truth is its you. You were the only thing that made me feel like I had a family, Like I had my childhood, Like I was a normal person for once in my stupid little life. I adore you, Tsuri. I really do."
Mitsuri tried to hold her face as steady as possible. Her lip never quivered nor did her fingers shake while holding the paper. But even with knowing [F/N] was alive it felt hard to hold back the tears.
Her voice shook for only a second yet she settled it just as quick. She needed to get through the bad before she could speak the good. She decided to skip over a few parts however, Deciding that would be only for her to see.
Breathing in and out she continued.
"Please don't feel sad over me, I don't want that. I love you so so much and I know you probably don't feel the same. I'm sorry you had to put up with me, You deserved a better friend than me."
Muichiro's gaze was as cloudy as ever, Yet the mist that swirled around resembled more of a thunderstorm than it did an overcast day. He was never one to listen or focus at all yet the way his crystal blue focused in on the older woman made it clear he was very well interested.
[F/N], He never paid any attention to her at all. He never sought her out and usually ignored him however there were times they interacted, A head pat or a ruffle of his hair. A compliment on his sword skills or just a simple nod in the hallways.
It made him frown, He wouldn't get those small interactions again. He never felt much of anything but a small singe rose up in his chest. It.. It didn't make him feel good.
"If Shizuko ever finds out the truth, Tell him his big sister is sorry she couldn't be there for him and that I'm so proud of him for becoming a slayer."
Gyomei's eyelids rose, A sharp shock hitting him like a taser.
Shizuko, His Tsuguko.
It didn't make sense. His breath hitched in his lungs as he brought his head around to the focal point of the voice. Shizuko.. He was..?
"-[F/N] Fujimori"
Mitsuri stopped reading.
She took a deep breath in, The final stroke of ink had been spoken.
Mitsuri felt like she hadn't taken a breath in a long time as she lowered the piece of paper to gather the reactions from the room.
Everyone followed her head motion, All staring at her with unreadable expressions as everything that was read had been said. A melancholy and depressive fall, A sad and lonely final note. One that was unexpected entirely.
Shinobu looked over. The second time she had heard the letter's words as a small yet natural frown found its way on her face.
"Alright then.. That's [F/N]'s final note." Mitsuri said, Carefully folding up the paper of which rustles filled the silent void around her. She snaked it back into the pocket inside her haori, Settling her hands back onto her knee's.
"I.. I didn't know.. I.." Sanemi was the first to speak however his voice wasn't focused on anyone. It was a mindless mumble as his brain tried to process the information, Head shaking in disbelief as a small snarl curled up his lips.
"I can't believe it.. He seemed to be doing alright.. I.." Giyuu chimed in subconciously, Lips tightly pressed together as he scowled softly.
"Kanroji-san.. I'm so sorry." Iguro spoke, His mismatched eyes softening with the rush of guilt coming over him. He wasn't apologising to Mitsuri, He was apologising to [F/N]. His eyes shook and started to show bright specks under the daylight.
"I know, Iguro-san. But you don't need to apologise, Besides.. I'm not done with my news." Mitsuri comforted. Such a warm smile rising up on her face and shone like the sun looking at him.
The entire room raised an eyebrow or shaped a lip. Confusion manifesting onto their visage along with their sorrow.
Mitsuri turned back to the sombre room, Smile reappearing and adjusting back to normal as she spoke once more.
"Thankfully because of new information we've found out that while [F/N] meant to.. Die, The truth is that she didn't actually succeed.. The demon that was meant to kill her was infact Uppermoon one" Mitsuri said once more, Smile growing wider.
"[F/N] wasn't killed, Instead she was kidnapped by him. For what reason I have no idea why, I.. I'm still kinda figuring that part out so.." She finished trailing off as the words ran out.
Gyomei shook his head.
"So.. What your saying, Let me get this straight. Fujimori-san is [F/N].. She tried to kill herself.. Failed and then got kidnapped by Uppermoon one himself. Is that what your saying?" Gyomei asked.
"Basically.. yeah." Mitsuri answered with a nervous chuckle as she rubbed the back of her head.
"So.. What are you saying we should do..?" Muichiro inquired softly. Mitsuri bit her lip.
"Right now I'm in the middle of trying to find any leads. I'm.. I'm only having a little bit of trouble but for now I'm just asking for your awareness. If you find anything or if you have any idea of where she is or… Just if you know anything at all please come talk to me." Mitsuri asked.
Her voice grew pleading, A break in her peppy façade that she didn't even bother to conceal anymore. Mitsuri had went back to the shrine ruins, The oh-so familiar village she had grown up in.
The only thing she found was a massacred inn, While it was disturbing and revolting in of its own it didn't have any leads at all. There were no witnesses nor were there any survivors, So her only lead was dead in the water.
"Thank you very much for listening, I-"
Mitsuri was cut off by the sound of a sliding shoji door, Her jaw shut in place. Heads snapped around to the new arrival as they came face to face with Lady Amane and two of her children.
She bowed down, Her children followed suit.
"I apologise for my late arrival.. Master Kagaya will not be attending today's meeting due to his poor health, So I have decided to substitute for him instead.." Amane called out cordially, Raising from her bow to observe the sullen room.
"I am sorry.. But did anything happen while I was away?" Amane asked as she noticed the atmosphere and viewed the faces of the Hashira in front of her.
Gyomei bowed slightly.
"No, Lady Ubuyashiki.. We are fine, But I thank you for your concern.." He called out. Amane looked over, Curiosity bubbling up but decided not to question it. It seemed touchy by the way Gyomei's voice was pronounced more than normal.
"I see.. Well then I suppose its time we start the meeting then, Shall we?" Amane asked. Sitting down on her knees at the head of the room, Her children following in turn to sit beside her.
Mitsuri sighed under her breath as the meeting started. How would she be able to find [F/N]? Knowing demons she could be anywhere, She wasn't even sure if she was alive.
The thought made her want to vomit. No.. Mitsuri couldn't think about it now, She was alive and she needed to save her.. But..
She'd need a lead soon or it would be impossible to find her..
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Walking out of the shrine, Akaza took in a deep breath as he went. The weight of Akaza's footsteps made the dock below him depress with a creak, Almost as if it would break under him. However the rickety structure never gave in, Never shook nor did it sway. It just kept going, Unstable but standing.
The cool sea wind hit his face, His nose filled with the smell of salt and fresh lotus blooming from within the water below him. The rushing gusts of air came from somewhere deep within the black abyss surrounding him, Brushing past his skin with only a cold afterthought.
The sea below him rippled from his footsteps, The marine glowed a soft beryl with only lily pads and sea foliage to block it's light. It was an uncanny sight for the unadjusted, Which was someone Akaza was not as he walked along.
However he stopped. Paused in his tracks and frozen in place, But it wasn't from the cold air nor was it from fear. Instead it was a natural sense, Something he could near smell from a mile away.
Akaza turned around, Looking up towards the tall outside of the shrine.
"Come out, Whoever you are." He called out, Voice frostier than his surroundings as it echoed out into the abyss.
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THUMP!
The sound of a body hitting the dock behind him reverberated, Akaza's eyes widened before he jerked his head around to meet the person standing there.
Only a metre away sat a boy in a crouched position, Akaza's lips turned into a snarl of that you'd see on a beast as he recognised the demon before him now.
From the black shaggy haircut and elven ears sticking out to the tigerish markings and slayer corps uniform. His sapphire obi and the hilt and flesh sword, All along with the snivelling little appearance he flaunted, Akaza knew who it was from the meeting.
"Hello, Akaza-dono!" Kaigaku called out. A snide little grin played at his grin and showed his small fangs pointing out, His eyebrows furrowed in a display of mockey. Akaza scoffed, This was a new attitude.
Respect the hierarchy, That's always what his master said. It was obvious he hadn't been listening to his superiors lessons and it made Akaza want to punch the arrogant smirk right off his face.
From what he had seen at the meeting he had always had his tail between his legs, Cowered at anyone superior. Was overall a boot-licker and suck up, It wasn't a respectable nature but it was far apart from the now cocky and egoistic tone he had in his voice.
"Upper six.. What the hell are you doing here?" Akaza spat out, Almost like a viper to a mongoose as he subtly puffed up his chest, Trying to look bigger.
"Bold of you to be asking that when you shouldn't be here at all!" Kaigaku rebutted with a trailing snicker. His weaselly smile growing as his gums were now bared to his superior, Yet he didn't treat him as such now.
Akaza shook his head and took another step forward, Continuing to walk away.
"Whatever.. If you want to keep your head I suggest you shut the hell up, I don't have any issue in severing it.." Akaza said as he walked by, His shoulder roughly brushing up against the younger boys as he went.
Kaigaku snickered as he went by him, Not shaking a single inch at his sentence.
"Take my head off? Not if you want my master to know what you've been up to." Kaigaku said, Head turning around with a predatory glint shining in the electric blue of his eyes.
Akaza froze in place.
"What..?" Akaza growled through gritted teeth. The sudden tension in his muscles creating veins across his body as he jerked his head over to meet Kaigaku's cat-like pupils.
"I've been here this entire time, I know about your conversation with that little human girl. I've known for weeks now and every interaction you've had with her." Kaigaku revealed. The glint in his eyes grew as he watched Akaza's jaw drop.
"You.. You've been here this entire time?!" Akaza yelled. His voice reverberating with his march as he turned back around to charge right over to Kaigaku.
In one swift movement Akaza had a hand around his throat, Kaigaku was extended into the air with his feet dangling a good foot off the ground. Akaza's teeth were bared like a rabid wolf as the grip on him tightened, Yet Kaigaku's grin never faltered a bit.
"Obviously.. My master had ordered me to stay when he wasn't around.. I've been watching your every move.. I don't know what you're doing with that girl but.. If you don't want me to tell number one himself right here.. Right now.. Then I suggest you back off.." Kaigaku choked out.
Akaza looked into his eyes, Searching for something. Some form of doubt or weakness bubbling up from within the pools of his irises. But he came up empty.
Akaza hissed and dropped Kaigaku to the ground in a single move.
The younger boy hit the ground with a thud and broke into a few short wheezes on the dock. Akaza looked down at him with a scrutinizing glare, Angry and alarmed.
Kaigaku knew. Akaza hadn't sensed him, He didn't know how. Was he too focused on his training or was he caught up with mystery of [F/N] to pick up on his spirit? How long had he been spying on him, Sneaking around from the rooftops and prowling about the dark corners to pick up information?
"Speak, How much does he know?" Akaza demanded, The shadow cast over Kaigaku meant nothing to the boy. Propping himself up with a single hand Kaigaku steadied himself on the floor.
"Nothing. But I don't know, How much are you willing to keep it that way?" Kaigaku asked, Mocking him with a cocking of his head to the side and a pout that made Akaza feel like a joke.
"What do you want?" Akaza asked through grinding teeth and a clenched fist, His nose scrunched up in disgust as he looked down at the boy.
Kaigaku used the hand he propped up to push himself up, On his knees he stood up to meet Akaza's eyes. He was only an inch away, Nose jabbing into his face.
"I want absolutely nothing.. I just like to see the look on your face when it's me looking down on you for once.." Kaigaku whispered. An small exhale that danced through the rushing winds around them and make Akaza want to scream.
"When have I ever looked down on you, I don't even care nor do I actually talk to you. But when I do I show you the respect when needed, So how the hell am I looking down on you?" Akaza hissed lowly as he peered into his eyes, Both locked in a staring contest together.
Kaigaku scoffed.
"Oh, Let me rephrase… I just like to see the look on you high and mighties when it's me looking down on you all for once. Just because you give me the 'basic respect' when 'needed' doesn't mean you actually mean it." Kaigaku started with a sneer.
"I know how it actually is.. Your type just loves to look down on the likes of me. People like you just don't know what it's like to get off your high horse and see the real world for once.. I just want to see my control over you, To make you feel how I feel.." Kaigaku whispered, Face only a few inches away from Akaza.
Akaza slowly shook his head to and fro. He was in complete disbelief at his audacity, His boldness to even attempt to pull a stunt like this. Akaza wanted to argue, He wanted to crush his skull between his palm and remind him of their differing strength levels.
But he couldn't. Akaza was well aware that him and Kokushibo shared a sort of telepathic link due to the way Kaigaku was initiated. Akaza knew that if Kaigaku so pleased he could tell Kokushibo what he had been up to right here and right now.
Akaza knew Kokushibo wouldn't be as merciful, Why he had such an interest and a complicated relationship with the girl he referred to as his sister. But he knew it wouldn't end well.
"If you feel that way then why do you still suck up to Upper one? Is it because you don't have sufficient blackmail or are you just afraid of getting killed?" Akaza jabbed. A passive aggressive taunt that leaned in on the latter as he took a step back.
Kaigaku shook his head.
"Don't you dare compare yourself to him. My master knows my worth, He sees potential in me and doesn't look down on me like the rest of you." Kaigaku replied. Akaza gawked at him.
"Then if you like him so much why aren't you telling him any of this? I don't see why you haven't.." Akaza questioned.
"Well I haven't told him yet, Doesn't mean I won't. I will eventually, I just want to enjoy it.." Kaigaku replied casually as he started to pace dramatically back and forth along the dock, Emphasising the moment and soaking it in.
Akaza 'tched. He kept up his strong exterior on the outside but inside he felt a cold chill run down him, A freezing panic that made questions rush through him. How was he going to deal with this?
First it was the deal with [F/N]. Second it was Kaigaku, The unknown countdown ticking away above his head loomed over him. Akaza didn't want to be involved, So how did he end up waist deep in this mess?
"You've always been such a weaselly boy, You know that right?" Akaza spat, Scowling at the boy in a well conceded defeat. Though, Akaza didn't quite expect the chill that rose up Kaigaku's spine at the words.
"..Really? Do you want me to tell him?" Kaigaku taunted to which Akaza instantly shut his mouth in response, Not wanting to urge him on.
Kaigaku grinned.
"That's what I thought! Not looking so mighty now are you?" Kaigaku taunted as he started to walk past Akaza, Back towards the shrine to where he came from. He had a swagger in his step as, A kick as he walked by that looked like he owned where he stood on.
"Hold on. I want to you to answer one thing before you go." Akaza ordered. A tone in his voice that made Kaigaku stop and leisurely toss his head to the side to meet his, An arrogant yet curious glint as he waited for his question.
"What the hell does Kokushibo even want with the girl? Does he seriously think a human woman is his sister?" Akaza inquired as if it was just a casual question but the curiosity below shined more than the spark in his eyes.
Kaigaku paused to contemplate then looked back at him.
"I don't know, I'm not allowed to speak to her or anything. Just said that she's his sister and to keep her tracked and reported on. Doesn't matter though, He must have a reason the likes of you just can't grasp." Kaigaku stabbed once more, Shrugging before turning back around and continuing to walk.
Akaza didn't question any more, Just watched as the boy leaped back up onto the roof of the shrine and start to scale up its towering walls, All the way to the top until he was only a small splotch in his vision.
Once he finally disappeared Akaza yelled, Raising his fist and punching a hole through an unlit lantern lining the dock.
It shattered as soon as it made contact with his fist, Bits of bark and splinter flew of and landed into the water below as he breathed in and out.
Akaza's breath was laboured as he watched the destroyed lantern's parts float away in the ever changing waves of the water, Teeth bared at it as he imagined Kaigaku in its place. That brat, How could he dare do something like that to his superior.
Akaza was never one for the Hierarchy, It's only use was a measure of strength. Only that and the recognition from his master. But Akaza couldn't deny it made his blood boil and burn at the sheer disrespect from the younger kid.
At least he could confirm that [F/N]'s 'sibling story' was the truth though, But the added threat of Kaigaku made the scales tip and the future ahead seem as murky as the void surrounding him.
He turned back around and marched off down the docks. He decided to go train to metaphorically sleep on it, Get his mind cleared and think this over carefully. It was tricky waters he was steering in and he needed to plan this out.
Akaza sighed, How the hell was he going to figure this out?
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The warmer afternoon sunlight flooded the outskirts of the Ubuyashiki estate's garden, Giving the abundance of plants and floral life just the right amount of nourishment to flourish as much as they were.
Birds sung from within their nests, It was a nice change from the screaming silence and the tense remarks spoke from within the house. As much as she loved her co-workers, Mitsuri was happy she had gotten out of there.
She pranced down the stone pathway, A skip in her step as she went.
The meeting had finally ended with the words of Lady Amane slipping away from her, Much more pressing thoughts prodding away at her.
The letter was tucked comfortably within her haori, Reading it out loud was more difficult than she had been expecting. Mitsuri thought she could deal with it, The weeks she had been mourning she had read it over and over non-stop. Committing it to memory.
Even so her breath shook the entire time, Even then she couldn't stop the inevitable turn in her stomach. It wasn't as bad as the first or the next few hundred that came after it though, That she was glad for.
Mitsuri knew once she finally found [F/N] and got her out of whatever hell she was suffering through that they would need to have a talk, Mitsuri knew that they'd need to figure it out and she was more than willing to do so.
Though how she would even get to her in the first place was a complete mystery. When she found the massacred inn and the bodies strewn about the place she had hoped that this would be the lead that set her on her trail.
But as dreaded it came up as a bust, Mitsuri had no more ideas or clues to set her down her path. A small frown appeared on her face, One that looked unfitting of a woman like her. Every second with [F/N] gone the chances increase of not finding her, And that ached hard.
Mitsuri was on the clock, She had no time to waste or spend doing what she loved. The hot springs, Late night feasts and cooking the food she loved so much. Mitsuri would need to set it aside for now.
Skipping along the trail the pep she had started to dim, But it was instantly brought back by with artificially made effort. Mitsuri held her head high with her smile widening more, She needed to look on the positive side, Stay optimistic and hopefully everything will be fine.
"Kanroji-san.."
A voice called out from behind her, A deep and sorrowful voice she recognised as she turned around to meet him.
"Himejima-san! Great to see you, I loved your input on the meeting today!" Mitsuri squealed. An over-the-top greeting she kept up along with her smile as she greeted the behemoth of a man standing only a metre away from her on the path.
"Thank you.. It is always nice to communicate with such enthusiasm.." Gyomei replied. Hands pressed together with tears streaming down his cheeks he nodded respectfully towards her general direction.
"Did you need anything? I was about to go back to the shrine ruins for another search around if you want to come with." Mitsuri offered, Tilting her head to the side as her signature blush formed on her cheeks.
Gyomei hummed.
"Unfortunately I cannot as I have been summoned on a mission.. However I have put that aside for now as I wish to have a word with you.." He said, Stepping forward only a single foot.
"Oh.. I'm guessing it's about the letter earlier then!" Mitsuri laughed nervously, Rubbing the back of her head with a sheepish smile plastered onto her face. "I'm sorry if it came off a little too harsh, I really need to know how to hold my tongue!"
"It's fine.. I believe you said it very well.. It shed a lot of light on unknown truths which if I am being honest baffle me to this very moment but.. I have came here about a few specific things actually.. Mostly about the contents of the letter.." Gyomei explained as he rattled his beads.
Mitsuri quirked her lips, Only for a second. She had a feeling this was going to happen, Maybe it was best if she hadn't said that last line, But there was no taking it back and she supposed Gyomei had a right to know.
"Alright then! Feel free to ask away, I don't mind." Mitsuri agreed.
"Thank you, Kanroji-san.." Gyomei nodded in appreciation. "First of all I would like to ask about the last part of the letter.. There was a certain line that involved one of my Tsuguko.. Shizuko Himejima.. I would like to inquire about that."
Mitsuri sighed, There it is. Even though she knew it was coming, Mitsuri had no proper idea on how to say it to him. But she tried anyway, He deserved to know.
"Right.. So, Yeah.. You heard right. [F/N] and Shizuko-san are both related, [F/N] is his older sister. I.. She wanted it to be kept a secret. Only me and her actually knew, Shizuko has no idea.." Mitsuri explained with a noticeable dip in her attitude, Frown becoming prominent again.
Gyomei's eyebrows knitted together. It didn't make sense. He had known Shizuko since he was a toddler, When he stumbled in his walk and babbled in-between sentences. The timeline was knotted and it puzzled him to no degree.
"I understand. If I may ask then why had it been kept from him as well as me, I have known the child since before I had became a slayer and I am a bit confused as to why he had been with me and not her.." Gyomei inquired.
Mitsuri inhaled, Humming a bit as she thought over her words.
"Well.. I don't want to say much, It's [F/N]'s story and I don't want to tell it for her but.. Shizuko means a lot to her. [F/N] made the choice to keep her and Shizuko apart and for her own reasons wanted to keep it that way." Mitsuri started.
"They didn't have the best living situation growing up, I don't know much about it because that was before I met her at all. I only know bits and pieces but what she told me is that she did it for his own good, What that means I don't know." Mitsuri finished.
Mitsuri sighed. She wished she knew more herself, Even though [F/N] and her had been friends for most of their lives she didn't know what happened before their friendship. Before [F/N] had a roof over her head and had her younger brother with her.
She never wanted to pressure her for more information though, It only came out in late night drinking sessions and off-handed comments. Mitsuri only had a half-finished puzzle of the events.
"I.. I see." Gyomei muttered under his breath. "I've known the boy since he came into my temple as an orphan.. I've raised him for years now. If I knew about the situation.." He trailed off, His voice turning into that of a whisper.
Gyomei remembered it well. The day the boy had been dropped off at the doorstep of the temple he resided in. Gyomei had taken him in and brought him up along with the other orphans he considered family, Remembered him being such a happy child.
It made sense now. Shizuko back then had always been a high-spirited child, Had always had something to say and had talked on about an older sister. Gyomei at the time had brushed it off, His younger self believing that she had abandoned him similar to some of the other kids.
However Gyomei had near-forgotten about it now. Probably because of what happened to him during the accident, Shizuko didn't speak much after that. His spirits lowering and the smile he wore cringing into a permanent frown, A shocked expression with a wide eyed scowl.
He never did speak about back then nowadays, Probably because he had forgotten entirely. It was a shame, Yet now that Gyomei remembered everything suddenly became much more clear yet so murky at the same time.
Mitsuri shook her head.
"Please.. Himejima-san. I'm begging you to not tell him, At least not until the time is right." Mitsuri pleaded, Her tone dripping with a sincerity and only the purest of intentions as she spoke to him. Gyomei paused, Pondering over her words and considering them with great care.
"Alright then.. But keeping lies is against my morals and good conscious, If he does ask about anything pertaining to this then I will not lie to him.. And I do hope you tell him in due time, Kanroji-san" Gyomei agreed, Nodding once.
Mitsuri sighed in relief. Her body relaxing with her shoulders as the smile reappeared on her face, A tiny relaxed grin.
"Thank you, Himejima-san! You don't know how much this means to me, To [F/N] too.." Mitsuri said full of gratitude as she thanked him. It went better than she thought and Gyomei would keep his mouth shut for the most part, That was good for her.
Gyomei nodded
"And yes.. To [F/N]. While I am unable to help out the majority of the time I am deeply remorseful for the way I have spoken to her.. Not just me but the rest of the Hashira too. In my spare time I will try to find leads of my own.. And if you at all come across anything then I ask that you inform me first to help, It is the least I can do.." Gyomei said.
His voice was full of apology, More so than usual. It was a deep reverberating sort of regret that was rare to find and it just made it all the more impactful to Mitsuri as she nodded, Trying to hold back the tears forming in her eyes.
"Thank you so much.. I.. If I find anything at all I'll let you know, It means a lot for you to say that and I hope that the rest of our friends truly do feel that way too." Mitsuri bowed in a deep respect, Low and cordial before him as she grinned ear to ear in a melancholy joy.
"It is of no issue.. I continue to pray for [F/N]'s good health and for your success in finding her. Good luck, Kanroji-san.." Gyomei bowed back, His senses telling him to do so as he lifted back up and turned away.
"Goodbye, Himejima-san!" Mitsuri called out to him as he walked off along the stone pathway.
And once he left entirely she was left alone to the sunlight shower in the garden, Alone with the insects and birds and the rustling of leaves. The warmth sinking into her skin and the soft breeze flowing through the watermelon drizzle in her hair.
It was almost enough to dry her tears, Though for once in weeks they weren't of sadness but instead of a ruminating joy. Her heart sung in happiness and her eyes filled with such a blossoming light that it could rival the sun itself.
There was hope, There was a unity and harmony between her and the rest of her colleagues. Both Shinobu and now Gyomei were both on her side, The rest were now aware of what happened.
It was difficult to say but she got over it. Throughout the heavy rainstorm it was hard to see but once the clouds cleared was nice at the end of the rainbow, There was hope and something she could hold onto like her mothers hand.
Turning around she began her skip down the rocky pathway once more. Mitsuri hummed a happy tune as she went and her blush bloomed brighter than the orchids and petunias that blossomed within the shrubbery.
Mitsuri made sure to hold on tight, To never let go and keep it close to her. She'd find [F/N], She knew she would.
It was only a matter of time until a lead would rear it's head.
It was only a matter of time until Mitsuri reunited with [F/N] once again.
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Domestic Kokichi headcanons ft. Kokichi being soft for s/o
I love Kokichi. He's so darn loveable. I see him and I'm just falling in love with him. -Mod Kokoro
Domestic Kokichi Ouma Headcannons.
*Definitely snuggled up together every night. He's very affectionate and clingy towards you.
*Absolutely has a white board in the bedroom mapping out your next pranks together. You've become co-leader of Dice just by being with him.
*Every time you try to get out of bed in the morning, whether to get dressed or grab food, he latches his arms around your waist and makes you drag him.
*Probably enjoys cooking together. Will find new random recipes online. If you both like it, you try it out together.
*Kokichi definitely plays around in the bath with you. You two splash each other and horse around so much you make a huge mess afterwards.
*You two help each other with haircare. Brushing, washing, styling, all of that.
*You two often like to have matching outfits. You're constantly twinning together.
*Has made you a DICE uniform.
*You've painted each room with checker-patterned walls. The colors used in the checker pattern vary from room to room.
*Your floors are also checker patterned.
*So is the ceiling.
*You even have the house exterior painted checker-patterned. Your neighbors gave you a "I'm not mad, just disappointed." Look.
*Every time there's a holiday coming up, you two are always the ones with the most extravagant decorations.
*Sometimes you can get a little obnoxious with them. You blew up an inflatable Santa larger than a two-story home with a music box blasting Jingle Bells on repeat.
*Your neighbors hate you every December, but their kids find you guys hilarious.
*Speaking of, you go all the way out with candy during Halloween, so your well-liked there.
*You two definitely go overboard with fireworks. You fire more than anyone else. Kokichi always ends it with a firework that spells "I LOVE S/O" in the night sky. You do the same with one that says "I LOVE KOKICHI."
*Your vehicles get a checker pattern too.
*You both think it's funny to drive a two-seat bicycle around the neighborhood with airhorns attached in the middle of the night to terrorize anyone and everyone who complains about your antics.
*The children think it's funny so they started doing the same thing, but only they do it every day regardless of what happens.
*Some people have moved away because of you.
*Your antics have been video taped by the neighbors. You've gone viral online a few times.
*Every time you have to do household chores, Kokichi finds a way to turn it into a fun game. Chores have become more enjoyable since then.
*You two have karaoke night in your living room almost every night when you have the energy for it. Sometimes Kokichi has the windows open for everyone else in the neighborhood to enjoy.
*Every time one of you gets sick, the other always nurtures the other back to health. Lovingly spoon-feeding each other, cuddling and all that.
*Loves playing with your hair. Thinks it's the most fun thing to do.
*You play with his too and he loves it.
*Kokichi loves sharing a domestic life with you. You do too. After all, what's not to love?
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synopsis : reo has a stalker and so he moves away to start afresh but he finds that sometimes the past will always be there
content : 2.0k words, NOT proofread, i love reo, stalking, angst to fluff, roommates to lovers ( between y/n and reo )
reo had it all.
that’s what made him so desirable to most people, his looks, academics and wealth. to the average eye - he was perfect. but deep down, he was flawed and cracked just like everybody else because of course he was - he’s human too.
despite his wealth evident in the fancy apartment you both shared, it couldn’t keep her away from him.
she was prominent in his circle, the daughter of one of the trading companies that his parents were closely aligned with. meaning ever since they were young, she had always been there. at first, he tried to be cordial with her: offering her a tight lipped smile whenever he passed her after a meeting; dancing with her when her parents ushered the both of them on the dance floor whilst feeling the sweat drenching his suit or participating in idle conversation with her to pass the time.
though, after a while, it began to get weird. he would notice her more outside of their usual business setting, she’d transferred to his school with a messy grin drawn her face. she was now in all of reo’s classes, at all of reo’s games wishing him a ‘good luck’ with the same grin that haunted him. she was touchy too, giving him unwarranted hugs and affection he didn’t want or need from her.
however, the breaking point for reo was the lead up to his 16th birthday. for 3 weeks before his birthday, a package would arrive in the mail. all designer. whether it be watches, clothes, shirts - things he had mentioned to his friends in passing that he wanted. he’d assumed that it was them but upon further investigation all of his friends denied sending him any. after the first week, the quantity of the gifts multiplied till he could no longer contain it in his closet.
his attendance began to decrease with the lead-up to his birthday and when he had built up the courage to tell his parents about what happened, what was he met with?
“seriously? i didn’t know you were so daft that you would lie about spending our money” his dad said in response.
“she’s lovely though. maybe she just likes you? to say she’s stalking you is a bit far.” his mother nodded agreeably.
blurred together, that was the only thing he could remember from the whole ordeal as he moved out shortly after when he was 17 and transferred elsewhere. with significantly less earnings than he had before, he needed to get a roommate and you just so happened to be the person he picked.
reo was cold, distant and honestly a bit rude when you first met him. he brushed past you whenever you were in the house together, never cleaned up properly and was overall a bit of a nuisance. but the rent was affordable for you and though he didn’t seem nice, you had a feeling that he was okay.
“reo, wanna go out sometime?” you asked politely, determined to become at least friendly with your roommate.
“no. leave me alone” he said, not even bothering to look up from his phone. with that, you swore you’d never try again. whatever “feeling” you had must’ve been way off.
the first semester came and went and though you had no progress with reo, you had became good friends with nagi - something reo had done also.
that’s why you three were here now. sat on your cream coloured couch, nagi sandwiched between the two of you playing through zelda : botw so he could start the new game. nagi thought it was oddly tense for two people that had been living together for a couple of months now but decided to not say anything about it.
“you missed a kokoro seed there.” you pointed out an unsolved pattern evident by the sparkles and weirdly shaped rocks.
“they literally just look like rocks. nagi, it’s best you move on so you can get to that last shrine.” reo said in reply. peeved, you turn to face him and began to lay your case on why the kokoro seed was the best plan of action whilst reo countered arguing for the shrine. nagi ignored the both of you and headed straight to ganon to defeat the final boss ( and failed ). though, at that point, you were less interested in the game itself and happy you were finally talking to your roommate.
as the seasons changed and the cold, harsh winter transitioned into a hot and fruitful summer, you and reo became close. you were friends and you began to have a settling feeling that you may want more.
the way his eyes crinkled when he laughed or when he told you about his childhood stories, the way his eyes would go soft and tender. a look that you wanted him to direct towards you. the both of you had fallen into a nice rhythm, often you’d both study together then eat afterwards. if both reo and nagi had football practice, you’d order in takeaway whilst watching the latest movie.
maybe you had gotten too comfortable.
on your way home from school, you admired the plants that had sprouted once again. pops of colour painting the gardens on the leadup to your apartment when an overwhelming presence made its way behind you. swiftly, you turned around to meet a girl who seemed to be around your age. she was tall and slender, ghostly. her skin pale as ever and her hair neatly tucked away, she looked as fragile as a doll.
“are you y/n l/n?” she asked, a sickening sweetness oozing from her voice that completely juxtaposed her appearance, you stayed silent.
“well, i’m reo’s girlfriend. i’ve been waiting for him” your heart dropped, though unsure of because of what she just said or the way her smile was twisted into this off-putting grin.
“i see.” you say cordially, unsure of what to do. “i’m not sure who that is but… i’ve never heard of anyone like that living here.”
then, you heard the release of groceries sprawled across the floor behind you with the new zelda game peeking out of one of the bags. as you turned to face the sound, reo met your eyes, completely frozen in place, beads of sweat began sprouting on his face.
“i-it’s you.” reo looked small, smaller than you’d ever seen him and as he tried to move away, his feet had bonded with the ground. unable to move away from his stalker that faced him once again.
“hello reo. i’ve missed you so much.” that dark overwhelming feeling had begun to consume you. “it’s been so lonely without you, reo.” she made her way over to him, confidence oozing off of her. “let’s hangout today, reo.” his whole body trembled, his face frozen along with every other fibre in his body.
the adrenaline had kicked in, you rushed your way in front of reo with the most determined face you could muster. “he’s busy.” putting your arms out to block her getting any nearer to him. “it’d be best if you left him alone from now on.”
the sweetness in her voice rotted all at once as her face melted into an array of disgust. brushing herself off, she simply huffed and gave you one last scowl. you stood in front of reo until she’s had left your apartment area and you could no longer see her.
“i think she’s gone now.” putting your arms down when you were pulled into a tight embrace.
“thank you.” he whispered into your ear, his body melting into yours with his head nuzzled into your neck. you return the hug, humming a reply in return.
that night, he told you all about his old school and how his parents disregarded him. as your heart ached for him, you swore that you’d never leave his side. your eyes were as bright as the whole galaxy, sincerity present throughout your whole being. reo felt as he looked into them that if he was to stare into them any longer that he’d be blinded by you. from that moment, he knew you had made a home for yourself in his heart.
months past after that too and a new normal set in, she was reported to the police and reo contacted his parents again to threaten an annulment between the two companies if he wasn’t left alone. and they obliged begrudgingly with one condition.
“are you sure you want me to go with you, reo?” you were dolled up, all ready for a gala that reo had insisted you come with him too. to you, this was out of the blue and though you’ve attended a couple of galas because of your parents’ own company. it was never anything to this degree.
“if i wasn’t sure i wouldn’t have asked you. besides, i want you to be there with me.” reo said, brushing off any dust that might’ve stuck to his suit. he polished up as good as ever and you had to contain yourself from staring at him for too long. your crush on him had grown into something wild and you were unsure how you were managing to contain it with reo right in your reach. these days, you were so close to confessing you thought you might burst.
bright lights were everywhere as you entered the scene, arms entwined around reo’s arm. he was a natural at this, smiling at the right times, cracking jokes and just being himself. another thing you admire about him really. when you entered the building, the grandiose interior blew all your expectations whilst reo looked at the place with familiarity. as he scanned his eyes for his parents, subconsciously you clung onto him tighter, not wanting to be left alone in this unknown place. he hoped to himself that you wouldn’t hear his heart pounding out of his chest. at last, he found his parents and he guided you across the floor to go and speak to them.
suddenly, it hit you that you were actually going to meet his parents. and obviously you weren’t dating and it was normal to meet your friend’s parents but you still wanted to make a good impression and-
“they’ll love you so don’t worry.” he reassured you with that same tenderness he’s always had. he waved to his parents, disconnecting you both from one another.
“good evening mr and mrs mikage, it’s a pleasure to meet you.” you said bowing your head. “thank you for having me.”
“aren’t they polite?” his mother exclaimed, exuding the same warmth that reo did. his dad only nodded in response.
“i’m so sorry dear but we just want to talk to reo here for a quick minute.”
understanding the hint, you bid them a temporary goodbye and made your way around the room. you admired how many legacies were present in this room and how everything just seemed to flow like clockwork. until you felt a familiar overwhelming feeling, one that made you sick to the depths of your stomach. her silky black hair was pin straight, not a hair out of place whilst her crimson red dress reached the floor and her makeup done to perfection. he looked more doll like than ever.
“it is you.” obvious surprise being suppressed in her tone, all prior sweetness in her voice was gone as reo was no longer present. “you may have got him now but when he eventually gets bored of you. he’ll come running back to me.” she snickered, twirling her hair.
“i don’t know where you even have the audacity to say all of that,” you said exasperated. “he doesn’t like you and he doesn’t need me to say that but i know that i’ll never let you torment him like that again. because that’s not what he deserves.” you conviction shone throughout your words. so much so you thought it made her run away until you looked behind you to see a starstruck reo.
“i love you, y/n.”
bonus - on the ride home
“you said WHAT to your parents??”
“i told them i was gonna marry you.”
“you’re crazy.”
“crazy for you 😜”
a/n : inspired by romantic lover. i hope it gets a s2 so bad. kazuki and anzu have to get together istg
#bugeatermaya#reo x reader#reo mikage#reo mikage x reader#reo mikage x you#reo x you#reo x y/n#blue lock x reader#reo mikage fluff#reo mikage x y/n#i wont him so bad#reo i miss you#reo imagines
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BATTLE OF TOKYO ~Jr.EXILE vs NEO EXILE~ backstage photo -
I feel like BOT24 backstage photos have double the amount of last year's, so here's a list of my favourite pictures (mainly fanta & jr exile):
Note: List is for Round 1 (Saitama Super Arena) only. updated every concert day
DAY 1 (2024.08.10)
RIKU who comes early to the venue so he can kick box Part 1
LIKIYA+Rui+Yamasho, the title says "oniichan group" but i call them slayyy king Rui+his bodyguards
Riki+Leiya (you can see his *redacted* 🙈🙈)
Sawa+Kokoro who sneaked in behind him
Sota's teeth brushing time Part 1
Tsurugi making a face when he has a migraine + Sawa is there
a rare KazuHokuSota
KetoTai with the brightest smiles ever in the universe
Riki with his favourite Sawa-san
Kokoro with Leiya-aniki
RYUSHIN+Ryuta-aniki
Takapi+Takkun+Rui and his gal (not Kamiken)
Keito, the cutest boy in the universe + Yusei and his donut this picture saved my life thank you so much for everything that made this moment possible 🙏
Gheechan and Kukku going home all lovey dovey
DAY 2 (2024.08.11)
RIKU who comes early to the venue so he can kick box Part 2
Gheechan+Kukku so close as usual Big Love
Taiki+Yusei being lovey dovey as usual Bigger Love
Miku sexual harassing psyfe's Kanabros /hj
Ryuta+Keito's bad hair day
Keito's hair fixed and perfect
JIMMY+Horinacchan birthday present
Makocchan+Leiya rare selfie
Sota's teeth brushing time Part 2
Sawa drenched in sweat after rehearsals is beautiful today too
Sota who has to follow suit
SawaSota two shot
RYUSHIN waiting in front of NEO EXILE's dressing room waiting to take a picture with someone he hasn't taken a pic together yet
REN+Keito. That's it that's the tweet
ZIN+RYOJI. they look good together
Hiroto with his oshi
Taiki+Yusei+Keito+Sota+new fanta member
Sawa+twins who are instinctively always camera ready
Sawa+Kokoro, the unexpected Part 2 (back hug)
Keito who saw SawaKoko and tried back hugging Taiki too but failed
Fanta twins photobombed by Yusei
10 billion Kei-chan (feat. Shohei)
Yamasho, Rui with salads + Kazuma with the biggest bag ever
Susan and Ryoji going home all lovey dovey im sorry but why does all WHH members are so lovey dovey for???? i cant take this 🤦♀️🤦♀️🤦♀️ WHH is too love dream happiness
DAY 3 (2024.08.12)
theres no part 3 of Riku's kick boxing 😔 instead there's Miku's!
the words on Ryu's shirt is sending me.
YuseLeiya. thats it thats the tweet
YuseTai. thats it thats the tweet
FANTA TWINS!!!!!!!!! taking click box with each other hehe
Keito kawaii
Keito again. still kawaii
Sawanatsu with Ryoga!!!!!!! i've always thought that these two have the same vibes.... I want to see them perform together
Sawanatsu with Riku!!!!!!
Keito with yamasho paisen!!!!! thank you for this picture
Ryoji brushing his teeth
Sota's teeth brushing time Part 3.1 (feat Icchan, Yamasho, Masa) <- MUST WATCH
Sota's teeth brushing time Part 3.2 (feat. Sawanatsu)
Sota + Yosshi's teeth brushing time
Sawanatsu + Rui doing the kororo pose! I want to see them perform ROLL UP too.......................
Sawamatsu and Susan!!!!!! Mr. Adult Ikemen and Mr. Future Adult Ikemen (??) 👀 thank you for this picture that is full with mature handsome nutrients 🙏🙏🙏😇
Masa and his oniisan, Yusei. Yusei voice: we're actually brothers, you see 😎
Yusei with Gheechan!! now that you mention it i feel like they look somewhat alike.... interesting.....
Sawa. And then comes Sota. And next comes Keito. fanta kids are genki today too love and peace 😇🙏❤️❤️
SawaKetoSota who were dissing Taiki because he keeps going missing for the group photo
KetoSota who went to go find Taiki
And Sawa who lay down on the floor waiting
Keito's posing for the backstage picture with fan
SawaTai. thats it thats the tweet
Kokoro and Ren playing baseball and Ryushin ignoring them
Kazuma+Kokoro+Riki. oof i really like all their faces...and to have them together???!! blessed.
KazuRiki..........ugh they look so good together.... 顔が良い
Kazuma and Gheechan..... also look very good together.....
KAZUMA WITH KEITO!!!!!!!!!! I WINNNNNNNN!!!!!!!!!!!
Ryuchan and Riku..... Ryucha is so cool........
SawaTai again (😒) but this time Sawa is gal
Horinacchan feeding Leiya. no comments necessary. please just look at it
Keito going home!!! otsucurry keito!!!! (im interested in the green keychain he has on his bag tho..... what is that......)
RICKY with his sunflower crochet bag!!!!!!! he's been wearing it a lot and its sooo cute i love it
#battle of tokyo#bot24 backstage photos#bot24#my descripting skill is less to be desired#but theyre all good photos i prommie#reason no. 16273 why you should subscribe to exile tribe mobile#this list got too long and now im rethinking whether this is actually helping me or not LOL#but i hope someone would find this compelling :)))#anyway i already committed soooo#see you tomorrow for the rest of day 3!!!!!!!#exile tribe#jr exile#fantastics from exile tribe#the rampage from exile tribe#ballistik boyz from exile tribe#psychic fever from exile tribe#wolf howl harmony from exile tribe#also i really hope i didnt get any of the links wrong
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Kokoro Brush & Gurpapa - Waven sub classes fanart :)
This is a birthday gift for my boyfriend who mains Gurpapa- and me Kokoro.
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@yami-no-kokoro I went to catch up on those WIP word prompts and was like "yay, finally a word I have!" but I had forgotten the second part of the thing I set up for myself, which is that I said I would write as many new sentences as I have uses of the word. Considering I am drawing from NINE wip chapters, uhhhhhhh...Anyway gonna go write like 40 sentences now. (I'm in the mood to write today lol.) Here is one of the many sentences the word "mate" appears in:
He brushes the thought away before the hollow ache in his chest can yawn open and swallow the joy he feels at seeing his mate sock-footed against the polished hardwood of the dining room floor.
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hi! can i rq kel & basil bf headcanons with a s/o who is extroverted n sweet? (kinda like kokoro tsurumaki or pinkie pie) separate pls :-)💓
**of course!! first omori request <33
Kel and Basil with a bubbly GN reader
Kel
- You two fit so well LMFAO
- Kel is SUPER energetic, extroverted and easy to talk to!
- You both have the same thinking process, it’s like you both share one brain cell.
- Always coming up with the dumbest stuff to impress you
“Hey S/O wanna see me do something amazing??!”
“YEA!”
- He ends up with a twisted ankle, a fractured wrist and a bloody nose. He’s probably in the family guy death pose too
- But don’t worry, Kel has you to take care of him!
- You both have way too much energy and it often gets you two in trouble because of how reckless you can get.
- I wasn’t kidding when I said you guys share one brain cell😭
- You both make each other laugh with your stupid antics though.
- Just a golden retriever boyfriend with his golden retriever partner.
Basil
- But then again, they do also say opposites attract
- Your sweet personality is what attracted Basil to you. Aubrey constantly bothering him and Kel treating Basil like he’ll break, it’s quite a relief to have you with him.
- Whoever is above the clouds knows the poor kid needs a break in his life, somebody to be nice to him
- Basil is envious of how extroverted you are. He wishes he could just say what’s on his mind without getting scared or stuttering most of time.
“Excuse me, he asked for no pickles!”
“Thank you..”
- He enjoys how curious you are, Basil likes that he can ramble to somebody about his plants without them getting bored or annoyed.
- Ok, PDA.
- I imagine you would be more open about it while he’ll immediately get flustered from a slight brush of your hands in public.
- The most he can do in public is hand holding, cheek kisses are pushing it.
- It overwhelms him in public and he just can’t handle that kind of stress.
- In private, it’s a different story.
- Basil is all over you, cuddling, holding your hand and playing with your fingers.
- He’s always shoulder to shoulder with you if he can’t cuddle at the moment.
- Loves cheek kisses or any kind of kiss from you really.
- He does keep secrets from you unfortunately. Basil attempts to hide his anxiety attacks from you like trying to excuse himself to the bathroom.
- Of course, you walk in on one of his panic attacks.
- And instead of being scared or annoyed like he’s a burden. You help him.
- This is when Basil realizes that he can rely on you. That he has someone to fall back on and somebody he KNOWS won’t leave him.
- Overall, he’s glad that he’s your boyfriend and has someone so sweet to take care of him.
#omori x reader#kel x reader#omori basil#basil x reader#omori kel#kel omori#omori fandom#omori#omori fanfic#omori headcanons
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More JJK 261 thoughts. Under the cut.
I had time to think about this chapter more, and I was wondering why this disappointed me and it's a two-fold situation.
The first was that this series has gone into straight up misery porn territory. I knew I was signing up for a tragedy. I was all too aware of it the moment I read the synopsis and reached Yuuji’s death.
What I didn’t sign up for was misery porn and a badly executed concept that mistakes shock value with plot development. I've read Blade of the Immortal,X/1999, The Demon Ororon, Monster, Jude the Obscure, Crime and Punishment, Kokoro, etc, so I can take tragedy. But this straight up walked into misery porn with death and very little character work.
I've read "A Little Life" and that's what JJK has been reminding me of the last while. It's punishing and bleak and hellish. While in "A Little Life" there is so much death and tragedy...It's done with a purpose. It's neutral.
The reader is hurt, and they feel for the characters, but ultimately, the message is understood and done objectively.
Whereas JJK is done in a way that feels cruel and insulting to the reader. It's got an undertone of malice that I can't help but notice, especially when it comes to how Gojo and Yuuji and even Megumi are handled.
Yuuji is the main character and gets sidelined constantly. His only purpose is to suffer and for what?
Gojo is OP, but he's never allowed any sort of humanity. He's a God and punished for it. And even mocked at the end by being a puppet.
Megumi is a non entity at this point. Nobara was callously brushed aside and for what, really? What was her narrative purpose other than being fridged like Nanami and Choso, and just to have Yuuji be shattered, have some development and then get sidelined yet again so we can have the Sukuna show again?
For me, that's what really got to me, the more I thought about it. The fact that it's looking more like malice and edgelordness rather than the desire to actually have a decent narrative. Instead, we get death and shock value.
Will I finish this series? I honestly don't know at this point. I signed up for a tragedy, not for malicious misery porn and messy writing. I knew characters would die, and I was prepared to finish the series with everyone dead.
But I wasn't prepared for the malicious way it would get there.
So I'm not sure. I'll take a break from it to decide once and for all, but I have to say this series lost a lot of shine for me.
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[IDOLiSH7]
MEDiUM / IDOLiSH7 (Anniversary Song 2024) Kan/Rom/Eng Lyrics
- Iori
- Yamato
- Mitsuki
- Tamaki
- Sogo
- Nagi
- Riku
🎵
Let's steal the applause... do the magic trick!
Let's steal the applause... do the magic trick!
名もない Painter 暮らす傍らに心を預ける Gardener
ひっそり日々は在った
比類なき Noble
同じ空の下
交わらない運命をただ刻んでた
ある時
不思議を仕掛けるように
舞い降りた (飛行艇) -Illusionist-
観覧自由 但し... ひとつ宝を盗んでゆくと噂の
おとけ Clown 合図したら始まるは華麗なショー
Marionette に陽気な Musician
見せるまばゆい (一夜の夢)・エフェメール・
誰もが夢中 華やぐ空
人々は酔いしれて
喜びという絵になった
Oh! Magic tricks on stage
喝采とボルテージ
止まないとよめきは街で波打って
喧騒に置いて行かれた寂しさ隠す
孤独に泣いて豪奢に埋もれた目
傷負って庭よろめく背 そっと撫で生きようと筆捨てる手
歓声はるか遠い
煌めくライト花を添えて Knife 投げ 揺れる満場
光と影を胸に抱いて 街の夜は更ける
最後の願いキャンバスへとその様を描いてた
誰かの前降り立った
Wonderful to meet you
微笑うシルエット
こんな絵でもいいなら
Dear stranger
見つけてくれた君へ託すよ
おとけ Clown 挨拶して幕閉じた華麗なショー
(飛行艇) -Illusionist- は次の街へ
まばゆい夢を連れて
街ではひとつ盗まれてた とある絵が視線浴びた
孤独を慰めたその絵は 運命さえも回す
さあ、ショータイムなにが起きた
描かれた情景は...
この世全てが MEDiUM
Oh! Magic tricks on stage
喝采は誰に?
🎵
Let's steal the applause... do the magic trick!
Let's steal the applause... do the magic trick!
Na mo nai Painter kurasu katawara ni kokoro o azukeru Gardener
Hissori hibi wa atta
Hirui naki Noble
Onaji sora no shita
Majiwaranai unmei o tada kizandeta
Aru toki
Fushigi o shikakeru yō ni
Maiorita (hikōtei) -Illusionist-
Kanshō jiyū tadashi... hitotsu takara o nusunde yuku to uwasa no
Otoke Clown aizu shitara hajimaru wa karei na shō
Marionette ni yōki na Musician
Miseru mabayui (ichiya no yume) · Efemēru ·
Dare mo ga muchū hanayagu sora
Hitobito wa yoishirete
Yorokobi to iu e ni natta
Oh! Magic tricks on stage
Kassai to borutēji
Yamanai toyomeki wa machi de namiutte
Kensō ni oite ikareta sabishisa kakusu
Kodoku ni naite gōsha ni umoreta me
Kizu otte niwa yoromeku se sotto nade iki yō to fude suteru te
Kansei haruka tōi
Kirameku raito hana o soete Knife nage yureru manjō
Hikari to kage o mune ni daite machi no yoru wa fukeru
Saigo no negai kyanbasu e to sono sama o egaite ta
Dareka no mae oritata
Wonderful to meet you
Warau shiruetto
Konna e demo ī nara
Dear stranger
Mitsukete kureta kimi e takusu yo
Otoke Clown aisatsu shite maku tojita karei na shō
(Hikōtei) -Illusionist- wa tsugi no machi e
Mabayui yume o tsurete
Machi de wa hitotsu nusumareta to aru e ga shisen abita
Kodoku o nagusameta sono e wa unmei sae mo mawasu
Sā, shōtaimu nani ga okita
Egakareta jōkei wa...
Kono yo subete ga MEDiUM
Oh! Magic tricks on stage
Kassai wa dare ni?
🎵
Let's steal the applause... do the magic trick!
Let's steal the applause... do the magic trick!
An anonymous painter,
entrusting their heart to the gardener living alongside,
their days passed in silence.
A peerless noble,
under the same sky,
marking a destiny that would never intersect.
One day,
like a mystery waiting to be revealed,
a flying ship descended - the Illusionist -
A spectacle free to watch, but... rumored to steal a single treasure.
The mischievous clown signals, a start of a magnificent show,
with the marionette dancing to the lively tunes of the musician,
a dazzling display, an ephemeral dream for one night.
Everyone was captivated as the sky comes alive with splendor.
People were entranced with joy,
becoming a picture of happiness.
Oh! Magic tricks on stage,
The cheers and excitement (voltage) rise.
In the city, the buzz of the crowd never fades,
masking the loneliness left behind by the noise.
Tears flowing down in solitude, buried in luxury,
a wounded soul staggering through the garden,
gently caressing it with trembling hands, the painter abandons his brush,
as the cheers fade into the distance.
As glittering lights adorned with flowers sway,
knives are thrown in a full house.
Embracing both light and shadow,
the night in the town deepened.
A final wish is painted onto the canvas,
and there someone stood before it.
Wonderful to meet you,
a smiling silhouette.
If this kind of painting is alright,
dear stranger,
I'll entrust it to you, who found me.
The mischievous clown bids farewell, and the curtain falls on the splendid show.
The flying ship - the Illusionist - heads to the next town,
Bringing the radiant dream along.
In the town, one painting that comforted solitude was stolen and caught the eye of many.
That painting, with soothing loneliness,
had the power to even alter fate.
Now, what transpired during the showtime?
The depicted scenery...
Everything in this world is a MEDiUM.
Oh! Magic tricks on stage,
Who does the applause belong to?
#idolish7#i7#i7 translation#idolish7 translation#アイナナ#riku nanase#iori izumi#tamaki yotsuba#sogo osaka#yamato nikaido#mitsuki izumi#nagi rokuya#idolish7 anniversary 2024#izumi iori#nikaido yamato#izumi mitsuki#yotsuba tamaki#osaka sogo#rokuya nagi#nanase riku
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(KNY) YANDERE PLATONIC! KOKUSHIBO x SISTER READER: You, Shibou. I, Kokoro (CHAPTER NINE)
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CHAPTER NINE: "Feel your breath course frankly below and see life as a worthy opponent"
Shrine maiden's are young priestesses who work at shinto shrine's. They use to be viewed as shaman's but are more accepted into society.
In daily life they are trained to perform tasks such as sacred cleansings and performing the sacred kagura dance.
Early Miko were important social figures and were associated with the ruling class. One Miko has even stated that they descended from the Goddess Uzume.
Inari shrine's however are the most common despite Inari having no presence in mythology.
The lukewarm breeze brushed against his body, A soft wind that rustled the leaves ever so slightly and left only the faintest of chills on his skin.
The sun was low in the tangerine dusted sky. The atmosphere ablaze in hues of red, Oranges and artic blue's. It was a cool summer evening, One you might sit on the porch to admire the setting sun or go out with friends for a drink.
However that was far from Genya's thoughts. One foot in front of the other as he scaled the steep hill, Steps catching on rocky bumps as he went. Occasionally he had to stop to regain his balance, Careful not to fall down.
He had to get up. From what the locals had told him they had seen the man he was looking for come up here. Genya hoped that their word was true as he wiped his brow of sweat, He prayed that he hadn't moved on.
Genya had been searching for weeks now. He had been to villages and cities, Asked dozens of people and came up empty anyways. The man he was tracking down was fast, Tricky and hard to catch.
Genya even doubted that he was real, Doubts clogging up his mind as he near tripped again on the hillside. Sightings of him were few and far between, Majority were around the Kakushi base going in and out but even when he went there he came up empty.
Maybe he was a myth. An urban legend perhaps, A way to motivate the other slayers to do better. After all, One thousand demons in a year is a staggering and impossible number. He could be fake, But even then that motivated Genya further.
It had only been a good month or two after final selection, In that time he had been to many Hashira and higher ranked slayers looking for advice and help yet none of it ever did assist. So if he was real, He must of been it. If Fujimori was unable to help him, Then no one would.
Genya exhaled, Almost a wheeze as his jog staggered into a stop. He keeled over slightly, Resting his hands on his knees absolutely exhausted. He tried to steady his breathing like he was taught to, In and out like he was trained.
It was only when he looked up that he was graced with the top of the hill. A beautiful sight to behold within the oncoming summer evening. The air was cleaner up here, The breeze just a little bit heavier as it tickled at his skin.
It ran through the grass, The leaves and the ferns as his breath hitched in his throat. It was a beautiful landscape, But that was not what he focused on as his eyes locked onto the shadowed man a few metres away from him.
He was tall, Facing the sun and casting a long shadow within a stagelight of evening glow. He stood at the edge of the hill, His sandles kissing the edge of the cliff as he stared longingly at the sun.
Genya had to squint, Barely making his shadowed figure out.
"Hey..!" He tried to call out, Yet it only came out as a mumble. His vocal chords felt tied in his throat as he gazed upon the man, Watching his loose haori flow gently within the wind. He didn't turn around, So Genya tried again.
"H-Hey..!" It came out louder this time, Loud enough for the man standing at the edge of the cliff to stiffen his shoulders and lazily turn his head around to face him.
As soon as he did, Genya was met with the fated mask resting upon his visage. The eyes akin to the sea gazed at him with the equivalent vastness, Almost if his side-look was enough to pierce through his very soul itself.
Genya's jaw dropped only slightly, His breath taken at the sight. He seemed ethereal, Nigh divine in nature as he looked upon him now. He was real, A god incarnated in the flesh and one that looked at him now with such otherworldly grace.
"Oh, Hey.. Didn't see you there." His voice resonated out, Loud above the midsummer evening breeze. It was boyish, Casual and spoke with a non-chalant charm as his mask's irises looked him up and down.
Genya felt like he was nothing under his scrutiny. His messy half shaven hair and his mid-puberty skin made him feel insignificant like an insect, A sudden urge to tidy himself rose from within Genya's chest.
"You must be the slayer that was following me around for weeks, Right?" [F/N] asked, His voice still held that casual tone as he pointed out Genya's game. Genya himself felt his breath catch in his throat and his face heat up from embarrassment.
"Y-Yes Fujimori-sama, I'm sorry!" Was all he could say as he instantly bowed low in front of him, Arms tightly locked to his side as another bead of sweat rolled down his forehead. He had knew Genya was following him for weeks, How? He had no clue.
Genya heard a snort muffled by his mask with a light chuckle to chase it. It made him blush harder, Shame appearing in the red.
"Don't sweat it. I was wondering when you'd show up anyways.." [F/N] remarked. The bottom of his sandals that mingled with the cliff's edge parted, His overcast figure turning around and pacing a few steps towards him.
"So.. You must've been pretty determined if you wanted to find me this bad, It's admirable really but.. Whatever you wanna say, I'd do it now. The nights almost here and I gotta head soon." [F/N] said, Coming to a halt just a few feet away from him, Waiting for his answer.
Genya swallowed the bundle of words choking up his throat, He couldn't take his eyes off the masks as he stared into their patient blue.
"I.. I want you to make me your Tsuguko! I want to learn Soul Breathing- I-If that's okay with you.." Genya exclaimed a little too loudly, Making it up by quickly adding cordiality at the end.
The mask's eyes blinked. [F/N] cocked his head to the side as he stared down at him. It was basically impossible to tell what he was thinking behind it, The best Genya could make out was a hint of contemplation.
Then, [F/N] shrugged.
"..No can do. Sorry." [F/N] replied. Raising a hand to the back of his head to lightly scratch it as he looked down at the boy with a semi-apologetic look.
Genya's frown grew sharper.
"What..?! But why?" Genya argued lightly, Almost like a toddler throwing a tantrum. [F/N] sucked air through his teeth in response.
"Mmm.. I'm sorry. I'm just not good with that sort of stuff. I'm not exactly a life model to follow or give guidance, You know?" [F/N] explained, This time almost fully apologetic as he bowed his head lightly.
Genya looked baffled. He had spent all these weeks searching for him, Looking for miles just to beg [F/N] to take him as his Tsuguko. He had expected a yes, A reward for his hard work yet he was faced with a no. And that's something he just can't take.
"So what? I've been looking for you for ages now, You may not be used to this sort of thing but I promise I'll try my best! You.. You don't even need to do much, I can just take notes if you bring me along with you so.. Please!" Genya bargained once more, Bowing again before him.
He stared down at the ground, Begging whatever god was listening that somehow he swayed his mind. Convinced him that it was a good idea to take him in, This was his last resort.
A sudden snap of fingers brought him back to reality.
"Ahh.. That's where I recognise you from. You're The Wind Hashira's brother, Genya.. Right?" [F/N] said. Fingers positioned in a check before him after snapping, An eccentric quirk as he sounded relieved.
"Y-Yeah.. That's me." Genya confirmed with a nod.
"Then why don't you ask him to take you in as a Tsuguko? Wouldn't that be easier?" [F/N] questioned, A dramatic raise of his lower lid and a tilt to his head as he inquired such.
Genya's fist subconsciously started to curl up.
"It's.. My brother and I aren't getting along right now. It's complicated but.. I can't ask him, He.. He doesn't really like me anymore." Genya admits, Tossing his head and his eyes to the side. Anyway to not meet the other man's gaze.
[F/N]'s eyes narrowed, He hummed slightly under his breath. He seemed to taste his words on his tongue, Thinking over and mulling every little detail of it. He shook his head lightly, Then sighed.
"..Alright then. I won't take you in as a Tsuguko, But I can give you some advice at least." [F/N] finalized. A compromise came to and one he was fine with, If not a little hesitant.
Genya looked up at him. The disappointment quelled only a little bit, While it wasn't the prospect of training under him the information that he could turn into advice must of been invaluable. It was better than nothing and better not to push his luck.
"I.. Thank you, Fujimori-sama." Genya mumbled gratefully. [F/N] snorted again.
"Drop the 'sama', Makes me feel old. Fujimori-san is fine with me." [F/N] said. Turning to the side to pace off towards the surrounding forest life and sitting down on a old fallen log, One with festering mushrooms growing from the sides as he sat faced the sun.
"Come on, Sit with me." [F/N] called out to him, Patting the space beside him on the log expectantly as he looked at the boy.
Genya quickly nodded, Hastily moving over to the fallen log and quickly sitting down beside him.
As he sat down, He felt his body tense up at the awkward silence. Stealing a quick gaze towards [F/N] he saw him take in the scenery, Admiring the fungi and the blossoming flowers surrounding them.
He breathed in, The air fresh in his lungs. It made his shoulders relax ever so slightly, Only a little bit as the strangeness of the situation set in.
"So.." [F/N] started. "You mentioned earlier that you wanted to learn Soul Breathing, Right? I'm guessing this means you don't have a breathing style then." [F/N] deducted, His eyes never straying from their surroundings as he spoke.
"Yeah. It's actually part of the reason I wanted to be your Tsuguko in the first place.. I've been to lots of cultivators, Senior slayers and even a Hashira or two.. But no matter how hard I try or train I just can't learn any of the styles." Genya explained, Remembering the events that brought him here.
[F/N] hummed, Taking in the information.
"Really, Even the basic one's like Fire or water?" He queried, Eyes only now taking a glance towards him.
"Yeah.. Fire, Water, Wind and countless others.. I just can't learn any of them." Genya confirmed.
[F/N] nodded, Taking in a deep breath of the ripe air.
"Well breathing styles themselves are a reflection of our strengths and talents. Almost mirrors of ourselves, Really. Each of them has a special strength you need to excel in to learn how to wield them" [F/N] started, His vast knowledge of breathing styles starting to come into play.
"Breathing styles like Stone breathing require excelling in durability. Fire and Water both require hard work and physical fitness. Thunder requires speed, Wind is Swordsmanship. Other styles that descend from them require more such as Love breathing descending from Fire, Both requiring physical fitness and flexibility. The more you descend down the chain, The more difficult it is to master the style." [F/N] explained.
Genya took in the information, Slowly nodding along to every word the man spoke. He tried to register it inside but the onslaught was a lot to handle in his head, But he tried his best to follow it.
"And what about Soul breathing?" Genya asked.
"Soul Breathing requires Mental Strength." [F/N] replied, Now turning to look at him through his porcelain sapphire irises. "Soul Breathing is one of the fundamental basic breathing styles along with the one's I mentioned."
Genya lowered a brow.
"Mental Strength? What does that mean?" He asked. The term was broad, Vague to be precise. It made his lip quirk and his mind fuzz up even more than it was already. [F/N] chuckled lightly.
"It requires a will that rivals the gods themselves. A determination to keep going through any situation, To keep going even though you know every single bone in your body is broken. Stability and a calmness in your soul. Everyday I need to meditate around three hours just to be able to wield it." [F/N] answered.
Genya nodded yet he felt baffled at the training regiment. Three hours, Just for meditation. It sounded insane, It was as well. Genya could barely imagine doing it himself.
"Don't take any offense to this, But you don't seem like you excel in that sort of thing." [F/N] commented, Eyes running him up and down from the tips of his hair to the soles in his shoes.
Genya groaned. Even though he hated to admit it, [F/N] was right.
"Listen.. You are physically fit, You're durable and you're fast. I've seen it over the past few weeks but it's nothing you specialize in, It's not your special skill that can set you apart from the others" [F/N] started, A follow up with purpose to comfort him.
[F/N] leaned in closer. The mask's eyes locking onto Genya's own in a staredown, One that made him feel that same insignificant way he did the first time. Like he was judging him, Looking straight into his soul.
"So, Genya. What do you excel at?" He asked.
The question reverberated in his ears. Genya knew it wasn't meant to be rude or invasive in anyway but he felt like his head was cut open, Like [F/N] was questioning this not to his face but to his very core down to the bottom.
He thought for a moment. Words ringing as he contemplated them over and over. Genya was physically fit, He could take a punch and could run faster than the average person yet it wasn't anything he was particularly great at.
But the skills pushed away in the back of his mind, They weren't something he was proud of and they weren't useful at all. But the prying gaze the man sported made him want to cough them up, Already spilling out.
"Well.. I'm not really good with a sword to be honest. I'm great at hitting targets though, As well as this.. Special kind of talent.." Genya mumbled. Almost regretting his last words as he let them out.
[F/N] hummed.
"Special kind of talent? You want to explain it to me?" [F/N] asked. A sudden undertone of curiosity playing on his tongue. Genya pulled his gaze away from the man, Watching his shoes as he contemplated his words.
"..Well, It's not really something I like to talk about but.. A few years ago I figured out that I could become a demon by eating their own flesh" Genya admitted, Slightly nervous as he looked back up at him. "..It's how I got past final selection in the first place.." He added.
[F/N]'s eyes narrowed. His stare made Genya feel more exposed yet it wasn't in the usual scorn he got when he told people. It was surprised, Maybe even a little intrigued.
"I see.. Well I've never heard anything like that before, Can't say I can give any advice on that front." [F/N] remarked, His look finally pulling away from him to longingly look at the sun once more.
"So you do have talents. Like you said you've got your demon eating as well as your skill in hitting targets, However neither of those are able to be turned into a breathing style." [F/N] concluded.
Genya felt himself deflate. He had been wanting to find [F/N] for weeks, Wanting an answer to his incompetence in breathing styles and his lack of skill. [F/N] was suppose to know so much about breathing styles and if he said that he couldn't then that was that.
He needed to become a Hashira, He wanted it so badly it churned in his stomach. A breathing style was a slayers life-blood, If he couldn't learn one then how-
"Ah, Whatever. It's not like a breathing style matters much anyways." [F/N] remarked as he gazed into the sun, Shrugging his shoulders as if it wasn't a big deal.
Genya's eyes widened, Looking up at him.
"What do you mean..?" He asked slowly, His words were an oddity. A breathing style was all everyone discussed in the corps, Their techniques and their types. Everything about them yet the strongest among them brushed it off like dust on his shoulder.
[F/N]'s eyes shined, Reflecting in the evening light.
"As I said, Our style is a reflection of us. It's not a breathing style that makes us strong, Genya. It's our strengths that make the breathing style. Maybe a breathing style is just not the mirror to reflect your strength so-" [F/N] cut himself off, Shoulders raising along with his eyebrows.
"Ah-! Hold on.." [F/N] muttered as he reached around to somewhere behind the log. Genya watched him rustle about, Muttering 'no' or 'not it' as he heard several things clinking and hitting against each other.
"Aha!" [F/N] called out in triumph as he turned back around and in his hands it was something that made Genya's eyes widen. Held with such 'nonchalantness' was a gun, A shotgun to be precise.
"Where did you get that?!" Genya gawked, Eyes locked onto the sudden weapon he wielded with such causality as he now noticed the open bag sitting behind the log.
"Got it while scavenging a demon's house.. Oyataka-sama has decided docked my pay until I start showing up to the Hashira meetings. Of course being the stubborn bastard that I am, Won't let him win so I've been taking stuff from the demons I slay and selling them in the villages." [F/N] groaned like a child not getting their way, Scratching the back of his head.
"Unfortunately though you can't really sell something like this in a small village so.. I was going to head to Tokyo after this to sell it there but, I suppose you'd get some use out of it." [F/N] said, A smirk appearing on the corners of his porcelain mask.
"Me?!" Genya exclaimed, Taken aback by the sudden proposition as he watched [F/N] push himself up from the log.
"Yeah, You. You said you were good at hitting targets, Right?" [F/N] didn't wait for an answer as he paced forward, Gun in hand as he beckoned Genya to follow him which he did quickly.
[F/N] stopped in front of the cliff, The sun shining bright onto the two of them. Genya watched as [F/N] flipped the gun around, Presenting him with the handle.
"Careful. You know how to use one of these?" [F/N] asked to which Genya nodded. Taking the polished wooden handle with utmost care, He looked it over and examined the metal.
"..Yeah, Only the basics though.." He replied yet was still enthralled with the craftsmanship of the shotgun.
"Great. Now here's what I'm gonna do." [F/N] reached down towards the ground, Stretching out his hand he grasped a handful of pebbles from within the grass and got back up.
"I'm gonna throw these off the cliff, Your job is to shoot them mid-air alright? Let's see if this is your special talent after all." [F/N] said, The smirk playing on his mask widened only a little more as he turned to the cliff.
He tossed Genya a bag full of ammo, To which he nodded gratefully and quickly loaded the gun if with a little difficulty.
"Ready?" [F/N] asked, Holding up a single pebble in his hand.
"Ready." Genya nodded. Raising the gun towards the sun he wiped the sweat and steadied his heartrate, Waiting on baited breath.
In a single toss the pebble was flung high into the cool air. Hurtling like stars through the sky and quickly dipping, Starting to fall into the ground.
BAM!
But in a pull of the trigger and a wince at the backlash, The pebble exploded into chunks in a burst of dust and stone leftover falling to the ground. It was completely destroyed within the second it flew, Split into a million pieces.
Genya's breath hitched, Surprised at his own outcome.
"Nice." [F/N] praised. "But that was just one, Not enough to prove your skill. So, Round two?"
"Right.." He said. Genya nodded then looked back at the sun, Ready for the second round.
And in another split second another flurry of rocks flew up into the air. Several dozen moving through the air like plane trails. Genya's eyes narrowed, His finger playing with the trigger.
BAM! BAM! BAM! BAM! BAM! BAM!
Several gunshots went off followed by more rocks exploding mid-air. Dust scattered across the atmosphere as more rocks were tossed, [F/N] not giving him a break for a minute.
BAM! BAM! BAM!
Genya kept shooting, One after the other not a single rock spent a single second in the air without being hit. No stray bullet, His eyes locked onto every single pebble thrown like he had a homing system built into his mind.
BAM!
One final shot echoed out into the setting evening night. One final explosion of dust and rock falling away from the impact. Genya was breathing heavily, Looking for the next rock before realising there was no more.
The gun lowered in his hold, Falling to his side.
"Hey.. Nice job. I guess you really are skilled at this after all." [F/N] applauded, Now fully turning his body around to meet Genya. The way he looked at him now was filled with nothing but pride, The way an older brother might look at their younger sibling and one Genya hadn't had in a long time.
Genya showed a small smile through his exterior. Looking at [F/N] now he saw something deep within the god he appeared to be, Through the divine atmosphere surrounding him there was something undeniably human in there. Something warm and benevolent, Something that seemed locked away by his ethereal status.
"Thanks.." Genya muttered. His smile full of appreciation and flattered joy as he looked away. [F/N] raised a hand and placed it on his shoulder.
"You can keep the gun, Alright? You'll need to purchase the rounds yourself but I think that this will be much easier for you than a sword or needing to constantly eat demon meat." [F/N] said, Nodding once before removing his hand.
"Oh, By the way. If you still want to work under a Hashira, I'd go for Himejima Gyomei. Tell him I sent you, Okay?" [F/N] added to which Genya nodded gratefully.
Genya looked down at the gun, Looking from the wooden handle to the steel bound barrel. It was perfectly crafted if not for a scratch or two and it was the first gift anyone had given him in a long time. He chuckled lightly, Wiping away the tears building up in the corners of his eyes.
"Thank you, Fujimori-san but how can I ever repay yo-"
But by the time Genya went to thank him, He was already gone.
His presence disappearing into the sunlight leaving the boy standing stunned on the hill. The wind brushed through the grass and forest life, The serene quiet falling over him once more.
Genya's mouth closed, He nodded slowly as if to accept his current situation. While he hadn't gotten his goal of working under him he came out with something much more valuable, Both in the lesson he learned and the expensive quality of the gun.
He turned, Back facing the sun as he slowly made his way down the hill. Now his goal was to find The Stone Hashira and ask for his help and with the recommendation of Fujimori it felt like everything was falling into place.
Fujimori, The god in human clothing. His faded presence leaving a lasting effect as he went back down, A light and blessed kick in his step now.
He stood unshakeable above everyone else, At least that's what Genya thought anyways.
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[F/N] opened her eyes wide, Skin drenched in cold sweat as she gasped for air.
Shooting up on her futon she sat alert on the mattress. Shoulders raised high as if she was to be attacked, Fingers itching to draw her sword or throw a punch.
Though she calmed down when she was met with the cold darkness of her room. Her hair was a mess, Knotted and greasy from not showering and her nightwear was clammy from the amount of sweat she was secreting.
Her shoulders slumped. This was the first time in who knows how long that she had a dream, It wasn't the empty void of a restless slumber but instead a rekindled memory. An unusual kind of dream and one she had never had before.
It was usually just the blizzard or in recent cases the face-melting dream. This one was actually one she remembered, One that took place only a few months ago. The dream was when Sanemi's younger brother came for advice and she had given it readily.
[F/N] sighed. She recalled at the time how the boy looked at her, The way he thought she stood above the clouds themselves. It was a look that made her groan and feel icky, More than she already did with the dirt on her skin.
[F/N] remembered how much she took for granted the sun on her skin, The warmth of it like a featherlight touch and the embracing light that came upon her. Not to mention the wind as she stood on the cliffs edge, The soft breeze as her sandals near tipped off.
It was such a beautiful evening. It was only until the sky was now only a dark void that she wished she could see the sun once more.
[F/N] wiped her brow full of sweat. She groaned and flipped her legs over the side of the frame and slowly stood up on aching legs. She was glad though, Recently it took a good few hours before she could even dare to get up. The nightmare did have a sliver lining at least.
Her bare feet hit the old wooden floorboards as she pushed herself up. Remembering the events of yesterday [F/N] hummed. Pulling back her pillow she saw the sixteen separate tallies.
[F/N] slowly etched another tally beside the lonely tail to the side, Her uncut nails making it easy to do so. Seventeen sleeps, The information put onto the wall now.
Akaza was now in her corner. He was now available for handing in small items of use and providing information, Of which she already knew what she was going to ask now that she had slept on it.
Whenever he did show up that was. Whether it was Kokushibo or Akaza on shift she had no clue, But as she moved over to the vanity desk and averted her eyes from the mirror she knew that it was only a matter of time until she found out.
Though, She'd need to fix her appearance first. For weeks she had been putting it off, Brushing it away with the excuse of it being no big deal but as she felt the grime on her skin and the knots in her hair she knew she'd need to fix it.
So instead of throwing on another kimono she instead tossed a lotus-patterned one over her shoulder and headed out the room, Going to see if there really was a bathing place here after all.
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The pull of a string, The small drops of water building up into a rushing flood.
The bamboo irrigation pipe was pulled down from the wall, Letting a gush of running water flow down and into the empty pit below.
[F/N] stood on the wooden rim of the square-shaped bath, Her bare feet touching the somewhat dusty birch wood flooring as she watched the already steaming water start to fill up the pit.
Walking over to a small drawer built into the wall she pulled it open. A burst of dust was released making [F/N] cough and wheeze, Wafting away the soot with her hand she peered inside only to be met with an incense set.
It was old and unused for assumedly a long time but that didn't matter to her as she smiled, The incense always being something she enjoyed when she use to take her baths back at the shrine. The cherry lotus always being her favourite scent.
Luckily while wandering around one of the previously unwandered parts of the shrine she had came across the bath houses. And fortunately they were only mildly dusty, Easily cleaned up by the first shower of water she sprayed into it beforehand.
Speaking of the water [F/N] didn't really want to think about where it came from. Hopefully not the ocean outside, But if that was the case then the water would be a slightly murky and translucent liquid and not the clear water that was flooding down into the bath now.
[F/N] was glad at least. Grabbing the two incense sticks she struck one against the matchbox provided. Slightly raising it up to her nose she expected the usual scent of cherry lotus.
But as she inhaled in the only thing she smelt was the delicate bitterness of lotus, There was absolutely no cherry to be found. Instead it was the new yet old smell of fresh water flowers entering her lungs.
A disappointed frown spread across her face. The lack of the sweet aroma mixing with the bitter was an unwelcome sensation, Though the stick had already started turning black she set it back down into the tin with the new smell starting to diffuse amongst the room.
The bath had now raised to a fair level and with the pull of the string once more the irrigation pipe raised back up into the wall, Water going with it as it clicked back into place.
[F/N] didn't take any time to set her foot down on the first step, Water pooling around her ankles as she took another few steps down the stairs until the water reached her midsection.
She winced slightly, The water stinging her injury but it didn't deter her in anyway as it reached her shoulders then her neck. [F/N] was completely submerged now, All except from her head.
[F/N] was left to bask in the warm embrace of the water. It was quiet, The only sounds being the sparks of incense and the sound of water sloshing against each other at any little movement she made. It all left her vulnerable to her thoughts.
Floating in the little lake she made for herself she could only focus on the lotus lilt drifting around the room. The cherry that was missing made it feel so incomplete, [F/N] didn't even know why but as she inhaled it in she could feel an undeniable hole in her heart.
Her plan, She needed to focus on her plan out of here. Luckily she has access to Akaza now so with that in mind she laid down the steps in her mind.
Get the proper information: Akaza was a useful source so she needed to gather information. Where the exit was and perhaps where Kokushibo was storing her mask and sword.
Plan out an escape route and time from there. It was a difficult decision whether to do it while Kokushibo was here in the shrine during the day or while Akaza was here and Kokushibo was out there in the night.
Get the sword and mask. [F/N] didn't think he would've destroyed them or tossed them, They were nigh indestructable and highly valuable so it wouldn't make sense if he did. Afterwards, Step four.
Escape.
It was a four step plan. One that seemed much easier in her head than would be put into practice, Either way once she was finished with her bath she'd need to write it down and hide it in-between her bedframe.
Taking the oil sat on the edge of the bath she popped the seal, [F/N] let the lavender scented liquid pool in her hands and rubbed it between her palms. Raising her hands to her hair she started to massage the oil into her scalp.
Anyways she had somewhat of a plan now. Well, the bare bones of it but she was trying to focus on the positive here.
[F/N] would still need to find a way to deal with Kokushibo, She'd still need to figure out what time would be best to leave or what time it was at all. [F/N] had all the time in the world however, There was barely anything to do here anyways.
[F/N] continued massaging the oil into her previously greasy hair, Feeling the grime washing out of her overgrown and choppy locks into the bath water below. It was somewhat therapeutic, Her nerves had been on edge lately but as her shoulders relaxed she could feel her heartrate slow down with it.
[F/N] tilted her head back, Body now lying on top of the water of which was keeping her afloat. The bathhouse was surprisingly cosy and warm, This was probably the most calm she had felt in weeks.
[F/N] didn't want to remember the last time she took a bath. Last time she had sunk so low into the water, Sunk so low that water started to invade her lungs and leave a lasting effect afterwards.
She moved her palm down to her chest. [F/N] felt the water running down her skin, Pressing it close to her heart. The pain had completely healed now, Probably from the amount of rest she had while unconscious. A silver lining at least.
[F/N] tossed her head to the side as she continued to work the oil into her hair, Running her fingers through the ties and knots built up in it all easily coming loose. She shut her eyes, Focusing of the rhythm of her hands through the strands.
Her body felt like jello in the water, The warmth flooding her system like the pool rushing around her like ocean waves. She leaned her head back, Shoulders slumping as she let all her worries leave her system.
She sighed, Breath exiting her lungs as th-
BANG! BANG! BANG!
[F/N] jolted up from the water.
She took in a sharp gasp of air, Eyes shooting open at the sudden scream of noise hitting at the door. [F/N] raised up from the water, Head snapping towards the door.
"W-Who's there, I'm busy!" [F/N] called out, Suprised from the abrupt intrusion as her eyes looked at the door like a ticking explosive. It was silent, Only for a moment.
"Kokushibo.. Who else would it be?" Kokushibo called back out from behind the door. His voice was muffled yet [F/N] could hear his signature voice from behind it, Topped with the usual cold and indifferent tone.
[F/N] groaned lightly, Rubbing her temples. What could he want? For days since the dinner incident he had been avoiding her and ignoring her in favour of his "No respect or gratitude until you start behaving" rule.
Has he really given up in that rule? What could he want with her now, She hadn't done anything at all except.. Did he find out she had been talking to Akaza?
[F/N] swallowed. For Inari's sake she hoped not, He was her ticket out of here and she couldn't risk losing him. Hoping for the best she opened her mouth to respond.
"F-Figure of speech! What do you want..?" [F/N] muttered out, Resting her hands on the edge of the poolside. She made sure to emphasise the irritation in her voice, The only form of protest she could muster right now.
"Show some respect and adress me in proper honorifics, Girl.. Now are you decent?" Kokushibo hissed in response to her tone. [F/N] gulped in return and shook off the cold sweat.
She sighed.
"..Fine, Kokushibo-sama.. I am not decent." She emphasised again, Feeling a slight uncomforting taste on her tongue as she said it. "May I please ask what you want with me?"
[F/N] heard nothing for a few moments, Her eyes stuck on the door wondering if she had done anything wrong before she heard a deep sigh.
"That'll do.. Once you are done with your bath.. I expect you to get dressed and meet me out in the courtyard.. You are aware of how to get there, Correct?" Kokushibo inquired, His voice still rough but less irritated now.
"Yeah.." [F/N] replied cautiously. He wants to meet? In the courtyard? What could he possibly want that warrants her presence in the courtyard? [F/N] could feel her stomach turn, This couldn't be good.
"Alright then.. Make it quick and do not keep me waiting." Kokushibo ordered. [F/N] listened close as she heard his heavy footsteps trail off down the hallway, Feeling the vibrations through the door. All until she couldn't hear or feel anything of him anymore.
As soon as she knew he was gone, She pushed her head into her palms and groaned. [F/N], Foolish of to think he'd leave her alone. Whatever hope she had left of that was now diminished into water foam.
She shook her head. [F/N] rested her hands upon the rim of the pool, She pushed herself up and hoisted her bare body over the side until she was completely out of the water, Save for the droplets dripping down her skin.
[F/N] got to her feet, Her steps leaving watermarks on the floorboards as she grabbed the towel hanging on the rack and tied it around her body.
Kokushibo, The thought of what he could want reverberated in her mind like a yell in a cavern. [F/N] just hoped to Inari that it wouldn't mean any roadblocks in her path, She hoped it wouldn't affect her escape at all.
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[F/N] walked down the chilling hallways of the shrine. By now her hair was only damp and her skin revitalized from the recent bath, A welcome change from the grime and dirt covering her head to toe.
Her footsteps stopped. In front of her stood the courtyard doors, As she reached a hand out to the knob she could feel the faint brush of heat coming from the other side. Enticing, Yet she kept her hand firmly rested on the doorknob.
She stared at the silver gripped in her hand. Kokushibo was on the other side of this door, The sheer acknowledgement of that made her want to puke. [F/N] didn't want to spend time with him or talk to him in any way but by the tone in his voice she knew it wasn't a debatable option.
[F/N] ran her fingers through her hair and adjusted her lotus-patterned kimono. A beautiful emerald sunset of fabric brushing against her fingertips, It fit perfectly well and suited her figure to the fullest.
Taking a deep breath in she turned the knob.
The door opened with a click, Easily pushed open by [F/N] as the light started to dance on her face making her squint.
She walked in, Closing the door behind her as she walked down the dark hall towards the light. The warmth getting more and more evident as she went, Near tickling on her skin as she finally reached the end.
The warm light finally washed over her entire figure, Her semi-blurry vision met with the towering Hyperion tree flourishing in the centre. It's leaves were as green as always, It's branches producing ripe apples.
It was a welcome sight, Almost enough to steady her nerves as she looked down under the shade of the blossoming leaves. There stood her captor, Standing strong underneath the shadows.
His back was facing her, He stood under the tree with his stance wide and strong. The samurai appearance he sported was on full display now as she noticed his flesh forged sword drawn and placed in front of him, Supporting him.. Not like he needed it, Though.
Kokushibo. As much as she hated him, Loathed him in every way possible [F/N] could not say he wasn't dignified, An honourable man if she didn't know the full extent of who he was and what he was capable of.
Kokushibo cocked his head to the side, Three golden eyes landing on her small figure in the doorframe looking up at him. His expression was emotionless and cold as he turned around to face her in that same position.
"You've arrived.. That took longer than expected.." Kokushibo remarked. His jabbing gaze scrutinizing every little inch of her like a hawk closing in, One that made [F/N] feel nervous.
"..What can I say? This is kind of on short notice..- Kokushibo-sama." She quickly added on the name and honorifics to try and balance out her previous statement. It worked apparently, Evident by his lack of emotional change.
"It doesn't matter.. While you are here you should be ready to come when I call.. If I want you to dress or act a certain way you shall do so.. Do you understand why?" Kokushibo asked, Eyes expecting her to know the answer.
[F/N] bit her tongue, Both in thought and effort not to bite back at him.
"Because.. Because.." She mumbled.
"-Because I am the head of this family as well as your older brother.. You may still be confused but that does not excuse you.. So, Hold your tongue when you are with me.." Kokushibo said slowly, Almost as if he was spelling it out to a toddler.
Hold my tongue? What do you think I'm doing? Either way no matter how much he enraged her she didn't want to send another jab back, Not unless she wanted to invoke his wrath that is.
Kokushibo took a few steps down from where he was standing under the Hyperion. His figure becoming more illuminated as he was only a metre away from her now, Much to her displeasure.
"So.. About the last time we spoke.. Have you thought over my words at all? The coincidences in your nightmares.. Do they make any more sense to you?" He asked. Though his face was stone cold [F/N] could see the dirt in the cracks, He was curious, That much she could tell.
In all honesty it hadn't left her mind. While she hadn't had it at the forefront, No, She had other things to think about. It was always a parasite eating away at the back of her brain, Things she'd lie awake at night mulling over or think about when she chewed on her food.
The coincidence was no longer coincidence, Instead it had turned into correlation. There was no way it was just a match of chance. Everything matched up from the setting to the bleeding wounds it was all up to the tea.
At first it alarmed her, It made her panicked. Her religion believed in energy passing back to the environment, Not reincarnation: A Buddhist belief. It was an existential crisis only put off by her meeting with Akaza, Barely at that.
But as time passed on and as she was left to her thoughts, The more she started to come to terms with her situation.
Reincarnation. Shintoism has always been hand in hand with Buddhism, Things mixed between the two faiths so she supposed that it wouldn't be too out of line that reincarnation was the next step.
Just like she came to terms with her location at the shrine she became more at ease with the reincarnation theory. Not comfortable, Not at all but she was managing.
Even so the chances of her being related to the Uppermoon one then becoming a Hashira to fight him hundreds of years in the future. That was the hardest part to wrap her head around but she had to if she wanted to escape.
So she swallowed it down, Kept it hidden before opening her mouth to speak.
"Well if I am speaking in all honesty, I kind of believe you?" [F/N] stated, A casual remark as if explaining the sky was blue. A remark that made Kokushibo raise a brow.
"But.. Even so.. Even if I was related to you in the past doesn't mean we are now. I.. We're not siblings, I.. I have been reincarnated into a new life. I don't mean to offend you.. Kokushibo-sama, But I'm just not your little sister anymore." [F/N] shrugged her shoulders and if she didn't have her hands slack to her sides in view of him she would've crossed her fingers.
Kokushibo stood there seemingly thinking over her words. His eyebrows lowered once more as he looked down at her and took in a sharp breath of air.
"..It seems like you didn't understand what I said at all.." He concluded, A slight shake of his head and the roll of his middle eyes showed that completely. The absolute delusion made [F/N]'s skin crawl more than it already was.
"No matter.. As has been made clear to you we have all the time in the world for me to help you understand your situation better.." Kokushibo turned away from her, Leaving [F/N] in confusion.
"Is.. Is that all? Can I go?" [F/N] asked slowly, Testing the waters as she watched him march back over to the Hyperion tree with curious eyes.
"No.. I didn't just bring you out here for a catch up.. I called you out here because I want to see your swordsmanship.." Kokushibo replied. He reached over to somewhere behind the Hyperion tree, Reaching his toned arm out he grabbed and raised a wooden practice sword.
[F/N]'s lips parted, Seemingly breathless at the sight of the sword. Out of all the things she expected to be doing today it wasn't showing off her lack of swordsmanship to her captor.
"But.. But didn't you see enough back at the shrine, You know.. When you fought me?" [F/N] asked, Mouth wide and agape as she gawked at the sword. Kokushibo took a few more steps towards her, The wooden sword held in both his hands.
"Yes.. However I want to see it more up close.. Without the use of my own breathing technique. I want to examine your skill.. Your form and your footwork.. From what I did see back at your shrine it was some of the best I have met." Kokushibo said.
It was an unusual compliment coming from him, Mostly due to the stark contrast in the way he said it. Walking forward a few more steps Kokushibo presented her with the practice sword.
[F/N]'s arms reached out, Her fingers shaking as she grasped the bamboo fibre handle of the sword and took it into her hands. The cool timber resting within her palms as she surveyed the woodwork.
"So.. Do you want me to do a few stances or..?" She trailed off, Waiting for him to finish the sentence for her as he took a few strides back from her.
He didn't respond, Not vocally as he only drew his own blade from it's biological hilt. The fleshy muscle of what should've been metal pulsated like it was alive, Wretched eyes sticking out to stare at her small form below her.
"No.. Instead I want you to face against me.. A one on one fight without the use of my own breathing style." He announced and as the last letter left his mouth her eyes shot open wide like saucers.
"W-What?! But I'm still injured, I can't fight you!" [F/N] exclaimed, Words babbling out on instinct as she gawked at the living blade. Disgust and repulsion revering on her tongue as she spoke. Kokushibo hummed.
"Not in a proper fight.. No.. Which is why I am promising to be gentle with you.. Nothing that might strain or impede your injury's near full recovery.." Kokushibo said, Eyeing her up and down with a glint in his eye.
Almost as if he knew something.
[F/N] gulped, Eyeline drifting away from his.
Kokushibo didn't hesitate to hold his blade to the side, A casual stance and a basic one at that. His entire demeanour radiated danger and his voice spoke forward.
"Lets begin.." He stated. "To start us off.. Your only task is to land a hit on me. Nothing more, Nothing less.." Kokushibo said. An open task as she looked at him, Unsure and nervous while she raised the wooden blade in her own stance.
[F/N] didn't move an inch however. A cold sweat running down her brow as she bit her lip, Her mind seemed to race a thousand miles per hour yet her feet stood fixed onto the smooth ground of the courtyard.
"Well..? Are you going to make your move.. Or would you prefer it if I do mine first?" His words a suggestion yet a threat was held in the undertones, Dark and inferring.
It was also everything [F/N] needed to steel her nerves and put a single foot in front of the other, Until her slow march became a faltered run. Her practice sword drawn to her side as [F/N] charged at him.
tap, Tap, TAP, TAP!
Her footsteps grew louder, Her knees bended as she launched herself up into the air with her sword swinging.
Kokushibo raised his own in turn, Drawing it back and launching it forward with both swords creating rushing winds by their sheer force.
CLASH!
The bamboo sword collided with the flesh of his own sword. Bits of splinter burst out from the impact yet it wasn't enough to shatter her sword.
[F/N] gritted her teeth. Still in the air she drew her sword back once more, Eyes locked onto his open neck as she swung it down harder, Quicker and with more burning desire to slice open his jugular.
CLASH! SLASH! THUMP! SLASH!
Her sword hit against his over and over with a sudden rage brought up in her. Kokushibo on the other hand didn't break a sweat, Effortlessly stepping to the side and lazily raising his sword to perfectly block every little one of her attacks.
Her steps were light as her sword danced in the air. Her technique wasn't usual. Kokushibo noted her fighting style was similar to that of a Shrine-maidens dance, Graceful and coordinated yet had a touch of ferality and desperation in every sway of the bamboo.
"Hmph.. Try and steady your footwork there, You are missing several turns you should be making.." Kokushibo commented as he watched her featherlight steps on the ground, One's that seemed perfect to her. Hair catching in her face as she went.
"I-I'm doing my footwork fine! Maybe if you give me the mask and sword I'd give you a proper demonstration!" [F/N] replied yet she never strayed from his neck. Sword swinging and hurtling down hard only to be blocked yet again by his fleshy blade.
"..No, They've been confiscated for your own good.. You're not getting them back" Kokushibo replied as he swayed his blade, Confirming that her items were not destroyed.
His own movements were absolutely flawless as he blocked another one of her attacks. Even though [F/N] wasn't as good at her swordsmanship in her normal form this was just ridiculous, She could still do a good few moves yet he kept dodging and weaving around her.
Maybe it was the anger that was putting her off, The way his dry lips turned into a small smile as he fought with her made her enraged. It was the way both the eyes on his face and the ones on his sword shone with enjoyment.
[F/N] hurled in the air, Tossing and turning until her body landed a few metres away from him. Low, Crouched and out of breath as she looked up at his untouchable form through the mess of her hair.
"Hm.. Already tired? I expected more of you.. Little one.." Kokushibo said with his flat voice yet the taunt perceived by [F/N] didn't go unnoticed.
"I've been asleep for weeks.. I'm injured and I'm doing this in these blocky sandals.. What more do you want from me?" She panted, Gesturing to her maiden sandals she wore. Body burning from the smallest exercise she's had in ages.
It didn't make sense to her either. If he wanted to see her technique then he should of waited until she was fully healed from the cut on her abdomen, Why did he want to do this? He wasn't even putting any effort in so.. Why?
"I want to see your breathing style.. What was it.. Soul breathing?" Kokushibo remembered, Spare hand pointing up beside him in recollection. "Hm, Yes.. Why don't you attempt to use your breathing style? ..It was rather impressive the last time I saw it.."
[F/N] pressed a hand to the dirt ground, Pushing herself up with effort as she stumbled a bit.
Her eyes dragged themselves up to him, A look of disbelief and raw defeat permeating through them as she tried to steady her breathing. As his proposition rang in her mind, So did the sunset, So did the breeze on her skin and the ledge of the cliff.
"I can't use my breathing style.. I.. I just can't.." She sighed, Shaking her head as the grip on her bamboo sword loosened. Fingers leaving the hilt as it skittered to the ground with a light thud.
Kokushibo's eyes narrowed.
"Why? Your lungs seem fine.." Kokushibo said, Eyes running down her chest to examine her lungs with transparent world. To him they were fine, Not a scratch or tear to be seen in the organ.
"..I need to be in a good headspace to use Soul Breathing.. I can't just wake up and use it I need to meditate or- or read a book-! Or- Something.." [F/N] sighed. She was slouched over as she turned away.
"..Where are you going?" Kokushibo called out. His voice was no longer commanding nor was it entirely void of feeling, She could make out the genuine confusion. One which she mutually shared when she heard it.
"I'm gonna go read a book.. Or meditate.. I dunno.." [F/N] mumbled as she dragged her feet out of the courtyard and down the shadowing hallway. She didn't even look back as she pushed the door open lazily.
But as she stepped into the hallway she could see the dark shadow stretched, Hiding the pooling light from the opened door. [F/N] sighed softly, Cocking her head to the side.
"Yes.. Kokushibo-sama?" She mumbled as courteously as she could. Looking up at his towering figure with an exhausted if not semi-nervous gaze.
Kokushibo in turn didn't say much. The shadow casted over him made his expression murky and unseen by the girl in front of him, [F/N] waited on baited breath for what he wanted now. What more he could want after destroying her illusion of semi-competency in the one thing she could do?
He sighed, Breath almost visible as it escaped his mouth.
"..You are not going walk away easily next time.. The reason I brought you out to oppose me is to teach you dignity while in my presence.. You practice a dignified art while you realise the dynamic in place.." Was all Kokushibo said. Cold and commandant as if she was nothing under his thumb, An insect under the shoe.
[F/N] expected to feel the nervous chill run down her back, The quirk of her lip or her cowering form but instead she responded with.. Nothing..
It was weird, Strange to no end and distracting her from the man in front of her. [F/N]'s brows knitted together as she mulled over it. Was it because she was use to it by now?
Before looking back up at him with a defeated acknowledgement.
"..Understood, Kokushibo-sama." [F/N] replied. Bowing down in a show of faux respect though not thought out. It was just a natural response at this point as she raised her back to its original posture.
Kokushibo looked down into her eyes, Watching and listening the obedient demeanour she handed to him. It was one he had been going after for a long time, Yet it was one that felt like rocks in his intestines.
"[F/N].. Come here.." He commanded and he promptly watched her take a few steps forward, All until she was only one foot apart and he could feel her body heat radiate off of her skin.
Kokushibo reached into the side of his kimono, Searching through the inner pockets of the beehive patterned lavender he pulled out a small trinket looking thing and held it in-between his clawed hands.
[F/N] squinted to look at it through the shadows. Though her eyes softened once she realised what it was.
"I will keep coming to collect you.. From now on this will become a regular part of your schedule.. Though during our fight and our passing in the hallways.. I couldn't help but notice your hair, It's rather.. Overgrown.." Kokushibo said.
His hand reached out. The thing he held in his fingers was a hairclip, A beautiful sapphiric jewel in the shape of a lotus flower. One with gold trimmings and plated pearl ribbons flowing down from it. It looked expensive, Near precious luxury.
Kokushibo's clawed hand took her overgrown and choppy locks into his hands, [F/N] only flinched a bit. Though his expression was cold and harsh his touch was gentle as he took the clip and set it down into her hair.
Finally the overgrown mess of her hair was out of her face. [F/N] stood there confused and frozen in place as she raised a hand to examine the clip. Her fingertips brushed the lukewarm lotus jewel, Feeling so alien in her grasp.
"There.. Be grateful for this.. As soon as you start to get back to your old self the luxuries like this one will be more.. Abundant.." Kokushibo spoke. His arm finally pulling back to his side.
[F/N]'s vision was locked onto her shoes. Her fingers still dancing on the lotus as if trying to test if it was real, The action confounded her to no degree as she shook her head.
"No.. What did th-"
But as soon as she looked back up his shadow was gone, His aura dissipating into the drafty air in the hallway. [F/N]'s eyes widened at the sudden disappearance, Head looking back and forth to find him with futile results.
Once he was gone however, She stood there silently. Contemplating her situation.
[F/N] felt a spark start to flicker in her stomach, A small lighter clicking over and over again. It sizzled and hissed, It started to burn and scorch her insides. It was another feeling she recognised well yet welcomed like an early morning guest.
It was anger, It was frustration. He had called her out to the courtyard only to spar with her, Hit her to the ground and show her exactly why she was incompetent in the ways she was already painfully aware.
Afterwards he tried to quell the situation with a promise of the situation repeating and a tiny little hairpin. Did he expect to buy her old self with promises of riches and luxury? The one she had only one, Maybe two dreams of.
It was ridiculous but she was glad. At least she had some anger left in her, The rest of it turned into defeated compliance. [F/N] still held onto that sense of self, Grasping at it for dear life.
Either way, A neuron clicked in her mind.
[F/N] could no longer feel Kokushibo's presence lurking around in the shrine, Nowhere near her anyways. This most likely meant that he left entirely, Therefore Akaza should be arriving anytime now.
A small smirk tugged at the corners of her lips. Finally, It was time to put step one into action. Her plan of getting out of here will now commence.
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The floorboards creaked, Depressing under Akaza's firm march. Finally, Kokushibo had left. It took him long enough, Long enough for Akaza to get his fill on human meat and search for the blue spider lily.
Of course as usual he came up empty handed leaving a bitter aftertaste to swallow down the flesh.
The breeze ran past him as he walked down the winding docks. The labyrinth of spiderweb architecture stretched on forever as he neared the shrine in the distance, Towering above everything below it.
Just like he did every night he made his way, The building in the distance getting closer and closer until he could make out the walls of wooden window shutters. Akaza made out the rocky red tiles and the Hyperion tree bursting out from the top, Leaves in bloom as he stepped onto the main deck.
Though the dandelion hues of his eyes focused on the artistry of the shrine before his irises now homed in on a different target, One sat under the shade, Sitting slumped on the porch as she leaned up against the banister.
"Hey.. Took you long enough.." [F/N] yawned as she watched Akaza approach. She stretched her arms up into the air before using the banister to pull herself to her feet.
"You've been waiting for me?" Akaza questioned as his eyes narrowed in on her tired form. He looked over her, Seeing the bottom of her lotus-woven kimono pattered in dirt.
"Yep.. Maybe for like, An hour or so?" [F/N] pondered "I dunno.. It's just been a while" She concluded, Shrugging her shoulders as she began to trail down the porch steps to meet him.
Akaza 'tched.
"Why? Wait.. No, Scratch that.. You're here about the deal, You want something" Akaza realised as she came to a halt in front of him, Only a few metres away she nodded lazily.
"Bingo, Right on the money.. Wouldn't be here talking to you otherwise." [F/N] said as she rubbed the sleep from her eyes.
"Yeah alright then.." Akaza looked her up and down. "So what do you want?"
"Well I have a few things, You know.. Information and maybe a few materials depending on the former. It's really not much so.. First of all-" [F/N] cut herself off once she noticed the expression on Akaza's face.
"Hey! Are you even listening? Can't just ask what I want and proceed to ignore me." [F/N] chided as she seen Akaza's gaze far off and looking away from her. He seemed to be focusing on something behind her, Making her turn.
[F/N] snapped her head round and followed his line of sight up to the top of the shrine. At first all she could see was the infinite nothingness and the temple surrounding it, But as [F/N] narrowed her eyes to focus she could see a flash of black and blue darting around.
"What the.." [F/N] didn't get to finish her sentence as she felt a hand wrap around her wrist and yank her in the opposite direction. Her body near fell forward as she was dragged by the wrist inside the temple at quick speeds.
"We can't speak here." Was all Akaza said as he started to march off at a quick pace.
"Get off-! What the hell is wrong with you?" [F/N] yelped as Akaza dragged her along. She noticed the alarmed expression on his face and the scowl that chased it, He didn't respond to her he pulled her down the hallway.
After a few minutes of what seemed to be searching he yanked open a shoji door. He wasted no time on pulling her inside and shutting it, Only then did he let go of her wrist to let her back away from him.
"Why'd you do that.. Ugh, Thought you didn't hurt women.." [F/N] muttered angrily as she rubbed her sore wrist, The skin aching as she tended to it.
They seemed to be standing in an empty room of the shrine. The only thing inside was a few vanities and the floors layered with a tatami mat. It was cold and dark like the rest of the shrine yet it was quiet, The usual sounds of the ocean or the settling of the shrine's structure was gone.
The entire room seemed to be soundproof, Either due to the material of the walls and door or the thickness of it. Akaza seemed to have chosen well, Most likely sensing it as he stood there agitated.
"We couldn't speak there.. Otherwise we would've got caught doing this.." Akaza replied, Pinching his temples which were already pushed together by his knitted brows. [F/N] noticed his high risen shoulders and felt the aura coming off of him.
Akaza hoped that he had thrown Kaigaku off his trail after spotting him prowling around on the rooftops. He hoped that it would buy the two of them time to get their dealings over with.
"Why? Don't tell me Kokushibo is here.." [F/N] pleaded, Her heart dropping in her chest at the mere thought that they would get caught in the middle of their trade.
Akaza shook his head.
"Hell no.. We'd already be dead if that's the case." Akaza said. [F/N] sighed in response, Her drumming heart slowing to a slow beat as she nodded.
"Right.. Then who is?" She asked, To which Akaza responded with a scowl as he recalled.
"Upper six.. The bastard works under Kokushibo as a student similar to how Demon Slayers- If you know what they are, Train their own.. Turns out he's been following you for weeks on Upper one's orders." Akaza reveals.
[F/N]'s jaw dropped. Her mouth left agape as she gawked at him, The information a complete surprise to her. How did I not notice him? The thought ran through her head at lightning speed, She was usually able to pinpoint a location from someone's aura but this time she was left in the dark.
"Let me get this straight.. So Upper six has been following me around for weeks, I haven't noticed him at all and now your telling me he's Kokushibo's what? Tsuguko?" Though the weight of the situation started to sit in, [F/N] couldn't help but feel baffled.
This was an issue. If he was watching her, Tracking her every movement and following her around her possibility of escape or doing stuff unseen dwindled to a thread.
Akaza raised a brow.
"Tsuguko.. How do you know that word?" Akaza questions. His suspicions raised with his guard once she spoke of the term used near exclusively by the slayers.
[F/N] huffed.
"Akaza.. I'm a Hashira." [F/N] responded, Almost as if it was obvious.
"What?!" Akaza exclaimed. His eyes widening and his eyebrows raising to their peak height as he glared at her with a newfound scorn. He looked her up and down, Her body structure to the way she carried herself. A Hashira, Impossible.
"I know I don't look the cut, Akaza, Trust me I know.. But I just happen to be one, Okay?" [F/N] explained, Dragging her eyes away from him.
She seemed to be taking this whole thing like it was nothing yet the revelation shocked the demon she spoke to like a bolt of lightning.
"Can we just get back to the deal? I don't want to get into this and we said we wouldn't get personal" [F/N] reminded, Exasperated.
Akaza looked at her once more, Up and down a final time before he nodded.
"..Fine.. Alright.." He conceded though the look glimmering under the darkness of the room still stuck out like the speck of a star within a night sky, Staring at her, Questioning her motives.
"Good. So as I was saying I do have a few questions.." [F/N] said. Starting to pace around the empty room, Her footsteps were light as she spoke.
"One, How the hell do you get out of here in the first place?" [F/N] asked, Raising her hands and looking at Akaza expectantly.
He sighed.
"I travel through several cracks or separations in the water. We're in what we call the Infinity castle and the layout outside of this section is wide and cavernous.. If you try to escape through those ways the drop would kill you.." Akaza explained, Several hand motions backing him up as he did.
[F/N] hummed, Taking in his words as her mind started to wander.
"And that's it? There's no more exits?" [F/N] mumbled to herself.
"Correct. Even if your weak little human body was able to stay intact after the fall, You'd need to deal with finding the exit door, Which is one of thousands in the entire castle and controlled entirely by the biwa demon." Akaza replied.
[F/N] bit her lip and her face scrunched up. While she hadn't seen the outside of this sector, The way Akaza described it seemed like it was a fortress. A labyrinth more complex than the one she was in right now.
"Great.. Just great.." [F/N] said, Her hands raising to her head and carding through her hair in annoyance. Her hands however were blocked by her lotus hairpin, Still freshly placed into the side of her head.
"There isn't any other escape, I haven't searched because I never needed to." He shrugged.
"Alright then.. How about the looping affect around the shrine?" [F/N] asked, Hands raised to her hips.
"Hm?" Akaza questioned to which [F/N] huffed.
"..Everytime I try to run away through the docks I end up coming back to the other side of the shrine. Is this a natural affect or does this have something to do with this 'Biwa demon' character?" She asked.
Akaza hummed.
"Don't know.. Probably is the Biwa Demon but I can't be sure. I've never had that sort of issue however.." He said, Folding his arms over his chest.
[F/N] shook her head. So far her questioning had gotten her nowhere.
There was no viable escape from what he said. If she tried to escape through the 'cracks' in the water or whatever he said, [F/N] would instantly be killed from the drop.
And The Infinity Castle, Though she had brushed off the weight of the name before it now seemed much more.. Well, Infinite. Thousands of doors he described, Thousands of doors that could be her exit as well as her failure.
"Right.. You know what? Take me to the so called cracks in the water. I want to see them for myself and make an opinion on my own." [F/N] concluded, Raising her head and eyeline to match Akaza's own.
He 'tched.
"As I said. It won't do any good for you. It's impossible to escape that way with the things you have right now." Akaza emphasised his words more clearly, Spelling it out to her with an edge like a knife.
"I don't care, I'd like to see it and if you want Kokushibo's head you'll do it." [F/N] said with the same tone he did, Taking a few steps towards him and getting up in his face like she usually did. Akaza responded in his usual kind, The scrunch up of his nose and a twitch of his eye.
"Watch your tone.. If you were a man I would've already killed you and wear your guts as trophies" Akaza hissed. His teeth were bared as if to lunge at her yet he held back.
[F/N] chuckled. A cold and emotionless sound reverberating in her throat.
"You say that like I'd be opposed to it." She responded with a malicious smile, One that made Akaza's eyebrows lower in confusion. She shook her head once before backing away from him, Folding her arms over her kimono and looking at him.
"So? Are you gonna take me there or not?" [F/N] asked, Now staring at him with a more confident and controlled look as she tilted her head.
Akaza groaned at her insistence. His shoulders going slack in annoyance as he looked back with a scowl.
"Sure, Whatever. But once you see it you'll find out how hopeless it is."
Next Chapter
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YOUR ADVENTURE!! - Lyrics + Translation
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Kanji:
忙しない毎日に急かされるまま転んでは
愛想笑いで涙を堪えて
自分を誤魔化していないか?
Free your soul
強くなくちゃじゃなくて正直でいて
子どもみたいに泣いたっていい
痛いよってもう我慢しないで
俺の目を見て? さあ深呼吸
無理に笑わなくても大丈夫
You’re going great!
Don't, Don't, Don't worry. It's Alright!
自分を傷つけないで
SOS でどんな時でも颯爽と駆けつけるから
Don't, Don't, Don't worry. It's Alright!
行ったり来たりしながらで
ゆっくり進んでいこうよ
風は君のために吹く
酸いも甘いも知っちゃって眠らせてしまった本音
大人だからって言い聞かせて
諦める癖ついてないか?
Follow your heart
曝け出してよ 愛すべき命ゼンブ
何がしたい? 何がほしい? Show me now!
悪あがきで失敗を跳ね除け
ねぎらいのハグ 頑張る君へ
比べて良いのは過去の自分だけだから
Don't, Don't, Don't worry. It's Okay!
疲れたら立ち止まって
たまにはラクしようよ 甘やかすようにラフに
Don't, Don't, Don't worry. It's Okay!
誰かの常識なんてさ
気にしないストーリーで語り合おう
時を忘れて
怖いよな不安になるさ
守りたいものがあれば弱くもなるから
自己嫌悪で責めないで
俺は君の人生丸ごと味方だから
Don't, Don't, Don't worry. It's Alright!
そうそうその顔だって!
可愛くて堪んないな 心からの笑顔は
Don't, Don't, Don't worry. It's Alright!
光を一心に浴びて今
始まる真のアドベンチャー
君の風は傍にいる
Rōmaji:
Sewashinai mainichi ni sekasareru mama koronde wa
Aisōwarai de namida o koraete
Jibun o gomakashite inai ka?
Free your soul
Tsuyokunakucha janakute shōjikide ite
Kodomo mitai ni naitatte ī
Itai yotte mō gaman shinaide
Ore no me o mite? Sā shinkokyū
Muri ni warawanakute mo daijōbu
You’re going great!
Don't, Don't, Don't worry. It's Alright!
Jibun o kizutsukenaide
SOS de don'na toki demo sassō to kaketsukeru kara
Don't, Don't, Don't worry. It's Alright!
Ittarikitari shinagarade
Yukkuri susunde ikou yo
Kaze wa kimi no tame ni fuku
Sui mo amai mo shitchatte nemura sete shimatta hon'ne
Otona dakara tte iikikasete
Akirameru kuse tsuitenai ka?
Follow your heart
Sarakedashite yo aisubeki inochi zenbu
Nani ga shitai? Nani ga hoshī? Show me now!
Waruagaki de shippai o hanenoke
Negirai no hagu ganbaru kimi e
Kurabete ī no wa kako no jibun dake dakara
Don't, Don't, Don't worry. It's Okay!
Tsukaretara tachidomatte
Tama ni wa raku shiyou yo amayakasu yō ni rafu ni
Don't, Don't, Don't worry. It's Okay!
Dareka no jōshiki nante sa
Kinishinai sutōrī de katariaou
Toki o wasurete
Kowai yo na fuan ni naru-sa
Mamoritai mono ga areba yowaku mo narukara
Jikoken'o de semenaide
Ore wa kimi no jinsei marugoto mikata dakara
Don't, Don't, Don't worry. It's Alright!
Sō sō sono kao datte!
Kawaikute taman'nai na kokoro kara no egao wa
Don't, Don't, Don't worry. It's Alright!
Hikari o isshin ni abite ima
Hajimaru shin no adobenchā
Kimi no kaze wa soba ni iru
Translation:
When you fall down rushing through the busy day-to-day life
Are you deceiving yourself by holding back
Your tears and putting on a forced smile?
Free your soul
You don’t have to be strong, you can be honest
And cry like a child
Don’t hold back and say it hurts
Look into my eyes. Come on, take a deep breath
You don’t have to force yourself to smile
You’re going great!
Don't, Don't, Don't worry. It's Alright!
Don’t hurt yourself
If there’s an SOS I’ll come running to you gallantly at any time
Don't, Don't, Don't worry. It's Alright!
When you can’t make progress
Let’s move forward slowly
The wind blows for you
Your true feelings you’ve abandoned because you’ve come to know both sweet and bitter,
Don’t you have a tendency to give them up
Telling yourself you’re an adult?
Follow your heart
Reveal all of your loveable vitality
Is there something you want to do? Is there something you desire? Show me now!
Brush aside failures from hopeless struggles
A hug of appreciation for your hard work
Because the only person you can compare yourself to is your past self
Don't, Don't, Don't worry. It's Okay!
Stop when you’re tired
Let’s take it easy once in a while and pamper ourselves comfortably
Don't, Don't, Don't worry. It's Okay!
Let’s talk about stories
Without caring what others think
Losing track of time
It’s scary and makes you anxious, right?
When there is something you want to protect, you become vulnerable too
Don’t beat yourself up with self-loathing
Because I’ll be your life-long supporter
Don't, Don't, Don't worry. It's Alright!
Yes, that’s the expression!
It’s so cute I can’t bear it, a smile from the heart
Don't, Don't, Don't worry. It's Alright!
Light completely floods
A true adventure which begins now
Your wind is by your side
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Tokuko Kitagawa
Name: Tokuko Kitagawa
Gender: Female
Class: 1-2
Club: Drama
Persona: Spiteful
Reputation:
Overall: +13
Liked: -10
Respected: +50
Feared: 0
Crush: None
Strength: Incapable
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I think Kokoro and Tokuko are in similar positions. Tokuko doesn't want to be bullied, so she's doing whatever she can to build her way up. Kokoro doesn't want to be bullied, so she's siding with the bullies. But in this case both of them are still doing something bad.
I won't go into detail about Kokoro since we're currently far from her post, but I will explain what I have for Tokuko. While it's sad that Tokuko was bullied (this isn't canon, by the way), it's even more sad that the result of her bullying caused her line between good and bad to blur slightly.
I imagine she was a witness to people getting away with bad things often, especially when those bad things happened to her. In this case, someone might shove her, and it will cause her to cut her hand on something. When explaining what happened to her parents, the incident was dulled down to "she fell and cut her hand" or "someone bumped into her" and then some.
Because of this, rather than focusing her hate on the lies told to keep some students out of trouble, she focused her hate on the person themselves. This is what caused her animosity towards Kizana.
Kizana hasn't particularly done anything terrible. She might have told a couple of white lies, maybe bending the truth to fix her own mistake, but it's never been at the harm of others. The reason why Tokuko hates her isn't because of whatever she does. It's because she acts just like the people who had pushed her around in middle school.
Tokuko likely doesn't understand that Kizana hasn't done anything wrong, if anything, she probably wouldn't even notice it if she DID do something wrong. What makes her bad isn't her actions, just her "undeserved status" and "snarky attitude" is what makes her a bad person.
Due to this, Tokuko probably does bad things to get her way, but doesn't think she's doing anything wrong because she's either the victim or because she still acts like a "nice person".
To put it simply, due to how often her bullying and harassment were brushed off, she ended up believing that what happened to her wasn't the problem, or likely wasn't anything bad at all- it was just the people that were the problem. This is probably why Tokuko hates Kizana more than she needs to be and why she's unintentionally worse than Kizana is in actuality.
I also think that some outside "help" from a certain pathological liar will also alter how she acts and what she does in Kizana's week.
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