#listening to her voice brings me out of a sa flashback

[feltlikea-kiss]

she's my comfort person <3

[babyjakes]

forever and a day | 44. a soft place.

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summary | a story in which america’s favorite captain gives a new life and family to a five-year-old girl who has suffered well beyond her years at the hands of hydra.

characters | dad!steve rogers, girl/willa rogers (original character)

warnings | AU similar enough to OU to include spoilers to many Marvel movies (Age of Ultron and beyond). action and fight scenes with violence and killing. injuries/mild gore. mature themes related to and semi-graphic depictions of child abuse/neglect, past CSA and CSM, and their aftermath (emaciation, wounds, scarring, etc). medical abuse and experimentation. ptsd/trauma symptoms in a child (developmental discrepancies, de-humanized behavior, detachment, extreme fears). medical treatment of CSM and other aftermath of abuse.trauma-informed therapeutic treatment of ECT. minor mentions of disordered eating. themes relating to abuse of power/authority and immoral interrogation tactics including SA (with brief depictions.) evil!Tony Stark.

[Steve]

Silent tears roll down Willa’s puffy cheeks as I glance at her through the rear-view mirror. After her episode that ended with us seated on the parking garage floor, I was eventually able to coax the little girl back into the car-seat positioned in the vehicle, though unfortunately, I wasn’t able to do so without bringing her back to the point of tears. The child keeps her mouth clamped shut, not daring to say a word as the city flies by through her window. “We’ve got a little bit longer before we’re there, doll,” I inform her soothingly, trying to keep my voice low and steady.

As my vision focuses back on the road in front of me, my mind begins to wander. There’s a single question sunken deep into my gut that I can’t shake: What did Tony do to her? He ran the trials to study her healing capabilities, that much is clear. But I can’t help thinking there’s more to this sick situation than just that. Willa’s never pushed me away during a flashback like that before, though we’ve experienced our fair share of joint memories together. Something in the look on her face, the desperation in her voice, gave her away; something truly terrible happened to her. And whatever it is, she doesn’t want me to know about it.

“It’s just a few blocks out of town, away from all the city traffic,” I explain to Willa as the tall buildings surrounding us begin to dwindle. “Nice and quiet, but still close to everything.” At this point, I don’t even know if she’s listening, but as I peek back at her again, I see her staring wide-eyed out her window at her surroundings. Turning down another road, we pull up to the apartment complex, and I turn off into the parking lot. Finding our designated space right in front of our building, I pull in right next to Bucky’s blue car, shifting into park. “See? Just like the picture I showed you,” I coo softly to the child, hoping to ease any fears she might still be harboring about laboratories. In front of us stands the blue two-story building. The first floor is Bucky’s apartment, and the second is ours. It was kind of wild luck that there was a listing for the place just as I started looking.

Shoving my keys in my pocket and unbuckling my seat-belt, I throw my door open, closing it tightly before making my way to Willa’s door. Opening it carefully, I smile at her, my heart aching as I notice a few fresh tears built up in her big green eyes. “What d'you say we get you out of that thing and go check the place out together?” I suggest, earning a timid nod from the girl.

Keeping my movements slow and obvious, I reach out and unbuckle the straps over her arms and legs, pulling back slightly to see if she’ll lift herself up and out. Instead, she just stares back at me with wide eyes, appearing too afraid to move.

“Would you like me to carry you, sweetheart? Or do you wanna walk on your own?” Willa’s bottom lip trembles as her gaze wanders; raising my brow at her gently, I realize she isn’t sure what she’s allowed to say. “Here, I’ve got you pumpkin,” I murmur as I gather her in my arms, sliding a hand underneath her to support her fragile body. Carrying her like this, she feels as if she weighs nothing at all. Though we’ve slowly been increasing her intake, her weight still remains a big worry for both me and Bruce. “Let’s go in and see, shall we?” I suggest, closing the car door and locking it with my fob.

Quietly, we walk up to the tall blue building, making our way over to the white-painted stairs that lead up to our own little balcony. “Here it is,” I say, fumbling in my pocket for the keys. Unlocking the door, I swing it open, stepping inside the entryway. As soon as I’ve closed the door behind us, a deep sense of settling falls over me. After all this time, finally, finally I’ve brought her home.

Willa’s big eyes peer shyly around the room, her thumb having made its way back up into her little mouth. “What d'you think, doll? Does it look like the pictures?” I ask, causing her to nod quietly. It’s a lovely little apartment. The front door leads right into the medium grey living room where I’ve set up a nice white couch in front of a glass and oak coffee table. Against the wall is a medium-sized television, a narrow bookshelf resting under it that matches the coffee table to hold movies and such. A set of light brown armchairs accompany the couch, providing hopefully enough room for any friends who might come pay us a visit.

Beyond the living space, the room opens up into the combined dining room and kitchen. Walking slowly to allow the little girl to take everything in, I carry her into the much brighter space, complete with soft gold walls - what I know to be one of Willa’s favorite colors. The back wall is lined with crisp white cabinets paired with stainless steel appliances, providing us with more than enough room for cooking up whatever our hearts may desire. In front of the tall french-styled window on the sidewall, I’ve set up a lovely circular dining table with matching padded chairs. At the center of the table sits a slender glass vase, holding a couple of sunflowers. “With a kitchen like this, I’m going to need to step up my cooking game,” I joke softly, earning a small smile from the little girl.

Stepping through the single archway next to the fridge, we enter the short hallway at the back of the apartment. “Here’s a bathroom,” I say as I open the door to the left of the archway, flicking the light switch on for a few moments to reveal the baby blue room.

Moving back out into the hallway, we come up to the first door on the right. “And here’s the guest room,” I continue, opening the door up and stepping inside. The walls are a simple grey color, with two twin beds positioned in either corner of the room. “Here’s where Peter and Wanda can stay when they come over to visit.”

“S'eepover,” Willa says quietly through her thumb, causing me to smile at her adorableness.

“That’s right, sweetie. We can have lots of sleepovers. The TV out front will work great for movie marathons.”

“Thor, too?” the child asks, catching me by surprise.

“Well sure, I don’t see why not,” I chuckle lightly.

“Movie marath-thon… with Peter and Thor,” Willa smiles contently, almost to herself, and my heart just melts.

Backing out into the hallway again, we come to the door in the middle, and I twist the knob, pushing it open in front of us. “Here’s my room,” I tell her. It’s a decent space, big enough to fit a standard king-sized bed, a set of night tables, a dresser, and a desk. Two big windows cover the far wall behind the bed, covered by delicate white curtains. The walls are painted a gentle navy blue, fitting for Captain America. A door to the side leads to a connected bath, which I don’t feel the need to show the girl.

“Blue,” she says, pointing to the walls.

“Yep, I picked the color out myself,” I tell her, earning a nod of approval.

“Lots of pillows,” she adds, looking at the bed.

“There sure are. Maybe we’ll have to build a pillow fort later,” I tease, bouncing her slightly in my arms. As the little girl lets out a quiet giggle, I can feel my whole body easing up. After all the ups and downs of today, she’s finally here and seeing everything I’ve worked so hard to put together. I can’t wait to show her the last room. It’s made to be her favorite. “And we just have one more room to look at,” I tell her, trying to build up some anticipation as I step out of the master and back into the hallway. Positioning us right in front of the last door on the left, I look down at Willa. “Are you ready to see your room, doll?” I ask. Her eyes widen, and she nods.

Delicately, I turn the knob and swing the door open, stepping into the space. The walls are painted baby pink, the child’s favorite color. Against the back wall sits a double bed dressed in a fluffy white comforter, a set of light yellow pillows sprawled out at the head. “I figured we should get you a bigger bed, since we spend so many nights cuddling,” I explain. She has a white wooden nightstand to match the bed frame, a simple pink lamp sitting atop it. She has a white dresser as well; everything is matching. Even the frames on the four paintings hanging on the right wall in a square, all various scenes of flower fields. Below the pictures, pressed up against the wall, are two wooden crates filled with toys. The whole team was happy to help in picking out various dolls, figurines, plushes, art supplies, blocks, games, and other gifts for the little girl. Beside the toys sits a simple white bookshelf, stocked to the edges with favorites from everyone, from Kitten Goes to School to Goodnight Moon.

Letting my gaze fall back down to Willa, my heart softens as she peers up at me, her eyes wide and filled with wonder. “It’s… f-for me? Really?” she asks in pure disbelief.

“That’s right, sweetheart. It’s all for you,” I tell her gently, taking her hand in mine and giving it a kiss on the back. And as she continues to gaze up at me, her vibrant eyes almost glossy with tears, something completely unexpected happens; she begins to glow again, for the second time today.

Only this time, the soft light dancing across her skin isn’t red. Instead, it’s a mild blue.

Her little hand reaches up and presses against my cheek, and to my surprise, I’m swept into her mind once again. But this time, I’m shown a completely different place. A place that must be tucked somewhere deep inside her heart; a soft place. Safe, and warm. Various images flash across the screen of Willa and I together. The day we met, at the moment I picked her up, all the way back in Seoul. That very first touch, so terrifying and new. One of the first times in her life when foreign skin meeting her own didn’t hurt. Then, the first time she fell asleep in my arms in her bed at the tower and woke up to find me still there, not gone like she so deeply feared. And the first time she told me she loved me, when I held her up in front of me and looked her in the eyes, telling her that I knew I had loved her my whole life. And the moment she decided to take Tony’s blast for me. And so many more. Memories upon memories of us playing, reading, eating. Talking, laughing, hugging. Crying, holding. Loving, healing.

And as I sit in this soft, safe place, a place I feel so deeply privileged to have been let into by the girl, I realize something very important. While I’ve worked very hard recently to make a physical home for Willa, the truth is: I’ve been making a home for Willa ever since the day we met. Every moment we’ve spent together has helped to build it, starting from the ground up. It’s been here the whole time; I just haven’t known it. Tucked away behind her sleepy eyelashes, the tiny gap between her front teeth. On the tip of her little nose that I’ve always found so pokeable, so kissable. Behind her ears and connecting the freckles dotting across her cheeks, it’s everywhere. Just out of sight, but there, nonetheless. That’s our true home, the places where all our memories lie.

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[kitkatd7]

What Could’ve Been; Broken Hearts & Whiskey Pt. 2

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Summary: Bucky finally starts trying to get his shit together but when you show up with another man it throws everyone for a loop.

Warnings: Angst! Overprotective Bucky, Pissed reader, Threats, womanizing character who gets what he deserves, Talk of the breakup, Cursing that Steve would be ashamed of, Tiniest bit of fluff but not really.   

Word Count: 3,331

A/N: I’m finally backkk!!! I’ve been wanting to work on this series for some time now and I’m finally getting a bit of motivation to do so! I hope you enjoy it!

A/N 2: Entire paragraphs of italics are flashbacks, single sentences of italics are internal thoughts, Bold italics are song lyrics.  I used lyrics from the song What Could’ve Been by Gone West for this story.  

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**2 Months After Breakup**

Waltzing into the living room of the Avengers tower, you're met with a chorus of greetings from your adopted family. Despite you and Bucky being over you still spend time with everyone else- just when he isn’t around. 

You haven’t seen him since you broke up and you’d like to keep it that way. Seeing him would just be more than you could handle; you already lost him so why remind yourself of it more often than you already do? But at the same time his absence from movie night is just as painful of a reminder- like a puzzle with a lost piece. 

Snapping back to reality you give a halfhearted smile, joining Steve and Sam on the couch as Natasha hits play on ‘John Wick’.

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2 hours later you’re standing in the kitchen making snacks with Sam before the next movie starts. “That’s ridiculous, Sammy!” You giggle, watching the microwave timer count down until the popcorn is ready. “Bacon does not belong in ice cream.”

You hear him chuckle behind you as he empties M&M’s into bowls. “Bacon belongs in everything, sweetheart. You're gonna try it sometime or else...”

“Or else what, Sa-” You cut off as you turn around, frozen on the spot as you peer over 

Sam’s shoulder.

“Hey, y/n,” Bucky whispers. Your gaze travels up and down the man you used to know, but he’s different. His eyes have bags beneath them from lack of sleep, his hair longer and more unruly than it was the last time you saw him. The stubborn jawline you remembered was replaced by a nervous clenched jaw. His eyes once so bright were now timid and dull; no longer holding the same sparkle that used to make you smile.

In an instant your expression went from a carefree woman with her friends to the girl who’s heart was shattered by the stranger before you whose face you used to know so well. 

“Can we talk?” Bucky asks gently, his expression hopeful yet dreading. 

“What are you doing here, James?” you whisper, wrapping your arms around yourself as Sam looks between you both carefully.

“I live here,” Bucky nearly scoffs. 

“Barnes,” Sam warns, his shoulders tense as he glances at you worriedly.

“I don’t want to talk to you, James. I have nothing to say.”

“All you have to do is listen. Please, doll.” 

Despite your best efforts to appear unbothered, the nickname shatters your false bravado. “Don’t call me that,” your voice breaks as tears cloud your vision.

“Excuse me,” you whisper, rushing past both men, ignoring Bucky’s call of your name and attempt to stop you. 

“Let her go, man. You’ve done enough,” you hear Sam say as you flee down the hallway, slamming the bathroom door behind you. 

Locking the door you turn on the faucet as the tears begin to fall and the suppressed memories rush back:

**2 Months Before Breakup* Flashbacks*

“It’s midnight! Where the hell were you?” You yelled, tears pricking your eyes.

Bucky sighed in defeat, his expression resigned and cold. “Can we do this in the morning?” His tone more of an order than a request as he turns his back on you and begins to walk down the hallway of your apartment. 

“No, we can’t do it in the morning. You owe me an explanation. You were supposed to be here when my parents got here. You promised.” You sniffled as Bucky’s shoulders stiffened. “I’m sorry. I don’t have a good enough reason,” he mumbles before walking away. 

I haven't stopped thinking about you

Has it really been this long?

Two years and an ocean between us

And I don't know where it all went wrong

I know I coulda kissed you harder

And yeah, you coulda followed through

Shoulda talked a little bit softer

But we meant every "I love you"

**1 Month Before Breakup**

Glancing around the restaurant you see no sign of Bucky. Checking your phone for the 8th time in the past 10 minutes, you sigh. Where is he? You’ve been here for an hour; waiting in your new dress for the man who hadn’t bothered to show. You’re getting tired of the pitiful looks the waitress and the other customers are shooting you. Polishing off your second glass of wine you open your phone: no new messages.

You’ve already sent Bucky 5 texts and called him 4 times; you're done.

Paying for the wine quickly you all but flee the restaurant, trying to hold back your tears. If you weren’t so upset you would probably laugh; laugh at yourself for being so naive to think he would keep his word. But you can’t bring yourself to laugh, not while your heart slowly shatters at the hands of the man who swore never to hurt you.

I don't know what this is or what it isn't

But it feels like we've got unfinished business

**2 Months Ago; AKA Week of Breakup**

“Hey this is y/n, I can’t come to the phone right now cuz I’m out livin my life! Leave it at the beep.” He hears your all too familiar voicemail through the speaker. He had helped you come up with it, you hadn’t known what to put on it. He kicks himself, knowing you weren’t actually out living your life, just dodging his calls. Not that he blamed you- He deserved it and he knew it. Calling again, he’s not surprised when he hears your voicemail again.

“Hey… Um, listen, I know I was supposed to be at your place after the mission… I just wanted to unwind with the guys and- Shit. I’m sorry, okay? I didn’t think you would mind that much, I’ll be over in a bit to make it up to you, okay?” He leaves the message and ends the call before starting his car and driving towards your apartment, guilt heavy in his stomach.

You listen to his voicemail over and over, a strange mix of rage and sorrow weighing on your heart.

Tears roll slowly down your cheeks silently as you lay curled up in a defensive ball on your bed, trying to block out the unmistakable sound of Bucky begging you to open the front door; “Babe, please open the door,” He says, fist resting gently against the frame. “I’m sorry- really, really sorry. Please let me in and we can talk about it,” He sighs, resting his head against the door in defeat. He could break the lock and go in. You both know that. But he wouldn’t do that to you- All that would do is make you fear him and that’s the last thing he wants. He slides his back down the wall til he’s sitting on the floor next to your door, his elbows on his knees and his hands in his hair; Tears gathering in his lashes. He really messed up this time.

The next day you drag yourself out of bed, trying to forget last night and all the tears you shed. After a shower and breakfast, you head out the door for a coffee run before work. You stop in your tracks when you see Bucky still sitting there, eyes red from lack of sleep and regret written all over his face. He jumps up when you walk out, keys in hand, the door closing behind you. “What are you doing here?” 

“I- I came to apologize,” he murmurs, looking in your eyes.

“I don’t want to hear it,” you bite, moving to step around him but stopping when he steps to block your path.

“Bucky, I’m going to be late for work,” you say coldly, glaring at him. “Move out of the way.”

“Please doll, just let me explain-”

Huffing, you roll your eyes. “I understand perfectly, James.” You watch as he flinches a little at the use of his first name. You only use it when you're really mad or really happy, and it isn’t the latter right now. “You were too busy with your beer buddies to come see your girlfriend after being gone for three weeks, but what’s new? It’s been like this for months. I guess it was naive of me to expect something else this time.” 

'Cause we left blood the on the tracks

Sweat on the saddle

Fire in the hills

A bullet in the barrel

Words never said in a story that didn't end

Looks like you're on the mend and I'm on the bottle

We folded our hands with money on the table

**Present Day**

All the broken promises, nights alone and tears came rushing back as sobs racked your body. Sliding down the door you rest your head between your knees, eyes screwing shut tightly in a useless attempt to stop the bittersweet memories and tears. 

Little do you know that outside the door sat a man with tears clouding his vision as he listened to your muffled sobs on the other side of the door. In that moment he wanted nothing more than to turn back time and undo all of the agony he caused you and hold you like he's been wishing he could for the past 2 months. You were just on the other side of the door, separated from him by a few inches of wood and yet you had never been farther away. What did he do?

Tried moving on, but I keep coming back again

To what could've been

What could've been

Oh, what could've been

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

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Stumbling into your apartment you all but throw your keys and purse down before shuffling into the bathroom and turning on the hot water for a shower before turning back to the mirror.

The person you see looking back at you in the mirror isn’t who you remember- or at least not who you thought you were. The person you remember was carefree and happy; living in a dream with the love of their life. You don’t recognize the girl in the mirror with swollen, bloodshot eyes and shoulders that hold the weight of the world. What happened to the girl you used to know?

A single tear rolled down your cheek, leaving a mournful trail in its wake. Bucky. Bucky happened to that girl. 

There had always been doubt hidden in the back of your mind; doubt that your beautifully woven reality would become nothing more than a tangled web of what once was and could’ve been, but you never thought it would end like this. You had imagined it being another girl that came between you, or perhaps his self loathing or the inadequacy you felt. Never did you think it would be the unexplainable, cold, unfeeling resentment that had taken over the gentle, sweet man you thought you knew.  Where did it go wrong?

A couple more simple, "I'm sorry's"

A little less tryna be right

I wonder how many good mornings we wasted

'Cause we didn't say goodnight

One touch before we fell asleep

Just before our love was out of reach

Coulda been enough, coulda saved us from this loneliness

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“Steve?” Bucky calls out as he strides into the training room, the door banging shut behind him. Whirling around Steve clutches a hand to his chest. “Jesus, Buck! You scared the hell out of me!”

“I need your help,” Bucky demands, jaw set in a firm line and his eyes glittering with determination. 

Steve runs a hand over his face, letting out a sigh. “Is this about Y/N and the other night? Because if it is I am not apologizing to the poor girl for you, so you can just-” 

“I want her back.” 

“You what?!” Steve exclaimed, his jaw dropping.

“I want her back- I need her back. And I need you to help me.” 

“Damn it, Bucky. It’s been 2 months and you saw how she still feels about what you did. How are we gonna fix that?”

“I don’t know yet, Steve… But I have to try. Please.”

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Strolling into Tony’s party happily, you smile up at your date, your arm linked with his.

You greet Tony with a warm smile and a kiss on the cheek before turning towards the sound of Natasha calling your name. Sashaying towards her you give her a hug before turning to give Thor and Steve one as well.

“So, who’s this?” Nat asks, gesturing towards your date who’s eyeing her unabashedly, his gaze dropping to her neckline.

“Oh, sorry! This is Jordan!” 

You roll your eyes as Thor begins lightly interrogating him, but he doesn’t pay much attention, his gaze fixed on Natasha’s retreating form.

“Can we talk?” Steve asks, his hand resting gently on your forearm. Following him into a nearby corridor you give him a puzzled look. “Is something wrong, Steve?”

“Um, not exactly…” he murmurs, rubbing the back of his neck.

“Well, what is it then?”

“It’s about Bucky.” Seeing your irritated expression he holds up his hands innocently. “Wait a minute. Just hear me out, okay?”

“Fine.”

“Look, he’s been spiraling since you guys broke up; not eating, always working and out on missions constantly, and his nightmares are getting worse again.”

“Why should I care?”

“Don’t do that. Don’t pretend like you don’t still love hi- Actually, fine, Y/N. If you want to pretend that you don’t care then that’s your problem. Just know that seeing you the other night? Changed something. He’s trying again, and I don’t want to see him lose that. So even if you want to tell yourself that it doesn’t matter to you, at least think about it for me.” Steve turned away, pausing for a moment. “Oh, and by the way? Seeing you here tonight with someone else isn’t gonna be good for anyone… But why should you care, right?”

Taken aback by Steve’s lack of usual patience, you can only watch as he walks off, disappearing into the crowd and leaving you with mixed emotions and a hard decision ahead of you; what were you gonna do?

No matter how hard you tried to block out thoughts of Bucky they always managed to slip back in between the cracks in your shattered heart. Steve was right; you did care. But what were you supposed to do about it tonight? Especially about Jordan. Were you supposed to walk up to him and say ‘oh, by the way you have to leave because my ex is here and he may or may not rip your arms off? No, that wouldn’t work.

Racking your brain for a solution, you snag a glass of champagne from one of the passing trays, downing it in the hopes of drowning your mixed emotions - it didn’t work. Taking a deep breath, you start weaving between the sea of bodies towards where you left Jordan.

Spotting Thor and Tony you make your way towards them, smirking when you hear Tony arguing with Thor over… something. 

“Where’s Jordan?” you ask, joining their small circle and trying to shake off your conversation with Steve.

“He was here a minute ago… I’m not sure though, kiddo,” Tony says, giving you a puzzled glance. “Speak of the devil, here he is!” Tony exclaims as you look over your shoulder to see a slightly ruffled Jordan walking towards you, his eyes holding an unnatural hazy look.

“Where were you?” You ask lightly, gaze raking his bedraggled form; his shirt slightly untucked, hair mused and lips pink. 

“Oh um, nowhere. Just the bathroom.”  

Accepting another glass of champagne, you push down the fury in your chest. You’d just taken a sip when an all too familiar figure came to stand beside you; a scotch glass in his hand and clad in an unfairly attractive black suit. “Hey Y/N, who’s this?” 

Nearly choking on your drink, your eyes widen. “Bucky! What are you doing here? You hate these parties!” You say before you can stop yourself. Stupid. The offhanded statement would seem innocent to most, but to you- to you it was a reminder that you still knew him better than anyone else did, a reminder that you remembered all the nights alone together instead of at the noisy parties, a reminder that you still cared enough to remember. 

You could see that he was thinking the same thing. “This is Jordan. My…” you faded off, not quite sure what to call him.”

“Date,” Jordan finishes for you, wrapping his left arm around your waist lazily, his hand traveling slightly further than appropriate for the first date. “But we’re keeping things loose, isn’t that right?” Jordan asks, glancing at you but not waiting for an answer. “And who the hell are you?”

Your eyes widen in shock, glancing back and forth between the two men; taking in Jordan’s cocky smirk and Bucky’s knowing look. 

Bucky extended his hand, a malicious smirk on his lips and dark glint in his eyes as he took in the unprofessional state of Jordan- including the lipstick stain on his white button down- and the uncomfortable shift of your weight, leaning away from your sorry excuse of a date. 

Jordan accepted the outstretched hand, wincing visibly and paling at Bucky’s iron grip.  “Bucky Barnes,” Bucky offered, enjoying as the other man wriggled uncomfortably in his grip, his arrogance forgotten. His gaze lighted on Bucky’s metal arm, his eyes lighting with recognition and terror. 

“Holy- you're the Winter Soldier! God man, I’ve heard so much about you-”

“An honor, I’m sure,” Bucky drawls, looking bored, his voice dropping an octave in warning. “Now get lost.” 

You sputter defiantly as Jordan scurries off, his tail between his legs. 

“What was that for?!” you fume,a fire burning in your eyes as you turn on Bucky.

“Oh c’mon. The guys’ been eyeing every other woman in here! He’s a douche! What was I supposed to do? Just let him feel you up after sneaking off with who knows what girl?”

“Who ‘feels me up’ is none of your concern anymore!” 

“Come off it, Y/N! You didn’t even want him touching you! I was protecting you, so your welcome,” he huffed.

“I don’t need protecting, and I sure as hell don’t need you to protect me. So you can go fuck yourself, James. You can’t treat me like shit for months and then get mad when someone else does the same thing!” you snarl, spinning on your heel and storming off as Bucky watches you. 

Bucky stalks across the floor, the crowd parting before him; not willing to get in the way of the 6 foot man on a mission. Locating his target- dancing with another girl no less- he grabs him roughly by the collar before pushing him against a pillar.

“What the hell, dude?” Jordan fumes, eyes locking on Bucky’s before he goes slack, his eyes widening in horror when he recognizes the former assassin.

“Every single thing you’ve ever heard about me is true, so shut up and listen closely,” Bucky growls, his arm braced against Jordans chest forcefully, a murderous glint in his eyes. “I expect you to do exactly what I say, and if you don’t, I’ll know. First, you are going to get your sorry ass out of here, and then you are going to send Y/N an apology text, telling her what an asshole you are, and that you don’t deserve to even look at her. Then, you are not going to get within 1,000 feet of her, and you are not going to text, call, or even think about her ever again, or I swear to God I will hunt you down, cut your balls off and shove them down your goddamn throat, got it? Nod if you understand. Good. Now. Get. Out.” 

Releasing Jordan, Bucky watches as he falls to the floor before scrambling towards the door with the fear of God instilled in him. 

“What the hell did you just do, Bucky?”

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Betrothed Ch. 10 - Illumi Zoldyck x Reader

Chapter 10: Bewilderment

Summary: What is Illumi doing while you are searching for him?

Warnings: Violence, murder, angst.

Words: ~1900

A/N: Sorry for taking so long guys, I recently have little time left to write.

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“No one is more dangerous than the insane which is calm all the time: he is like a steel bridge without flexibility, and the order of his life is rigid and brittle.  A minor change can cause the functioning madman to collapse.”

There was no time to grieve.

After you had put an end to the puppet that took after your beloved husband, Okogame revealed that he in fact had cloned the entire Phantom Troupe as well.

Gladly, and much to your surprise, the spiders cleaned their own mess and assisted you and your friends in getting rid of the remaining puppets.

And ultimatively, Pretz was the one to put an end to her brother’s wrongdoings, ending both of their suffering as well.

Their deaths left you with a bitter aftertaste: Was there really no other way to end one’s madness? There had to be another way!

Kurapika had run out of strenght, which was only fortunate since him collapsing was the only thing keeping him from recklessly challenging the spiders.

So all of you stood in front of the burning chapel, only able to watch as Okogame’s sins were cleansed through the fire.

What would it take to free Illumi from the curse that was his own mind?

“Not so fast” you gnarled while your friends were still distracted by the tragic view. “Hisoka. We need to talk.”

The mage was already about to leave, yet acting all innocent. “Oh? Who do we got here? The happy bride...”

“Don’t play stupid.” Trying to act intimidating, you built yourself up in front of the much taller man. "You’re what comes closest to being a friend for him, so you must know where he is. Tell me!”

“It’s so long since we’ve first met at the Hunter Exam...” Hisoka chuckled quite amused, licking the blood from one of his playing cards. “I didn’t even know you had relationship problems.”

“Big understatement.” Hisoka’s carefree manner had gotten to you vfrom the very first moment, you had to admit. He almost managed to make you crack a smile.

“You seem to have gotten quite the control over your husband, so I thought our next meeting would be under...different circumstances. Maybe getting a drink together or even murder someone.”

“I don’t have time for your bullshit.” His eyes widened in pleasant surprise, a strangled moan escaping his throat as your knife threatened his neck. “Where. Is. He?!?”

“Oh, my...you’ve sure grown strong. Is that Illumi’s influence?”

“Yes. It is” you smiled confidently, putting the blade down again. “We may fight one day, but this is not the time.”

“Promise?” Hisoka was almost aroused at your words, imagining you and Illumi both challenging him at the same time.

“Whatever.”

“Well...” he waved the card in the air, putting it to his lips as if he was in deep thought. “He didn’t contact me, but word spreads fast. There’s a rumor about a mass murderer in Yorknew City. His only targets are assassins and other criminals. Isn’t that a coincidence?”

Your eyes immediately widened, heart painfully hammering against your chest as you imagined that he escaped his family, yet kept on taking lives.

“Lumi...”

At the same time, on the other side of the ocean, Illumi was wandering a dark alley in the poor district of Yorknew City.

Usually, he wasn’t able to dream in years, or at least it was insignitifant enough to instantly forget about it - yet ever since he had left you and his home, nightmares occured daily: 

Most of the time it were especially cruel things he did on his missions, or murders he performed solely out of his own, twisted desire. Sometimes it were flashbacks about his childhood, which he actually thought to have forgotten about a long time ago.

It all re-emerged now, robbing his sleep - the last thing to keep together the fraction of his sanity.

More than often, he’d dream about you too, of course.

But you’d always only be running away from him, deeply sfrightened. And every time he reached you, without having the intention, his blood-stained hands ended your life as well, leaving him to scream and cry for his precious Y/N.

How were you doing these days, he wondered?

His conscience was calling out to him ever since he had abandoned and left you alone with his family. This wasn’t like him to act without thinking things through.

But he did, and he won’t be able to change the consequences.

“Y/N is strong. Any my family doesn’t have any use for them. They’ll be okay...”

Suddenly, a noise drang to Illumi’s sharpened senses: A weak voice, barely audible, pleading for anyone to hear.

Illumi’s feet moved on their own - maybe because of curiosity, but who knows. And only a few blocks away he found the surce of the voice: It was a stray cat, way smaller than the usual ones, due to malnutrition.

Your husband was merely a bystander, watching a man yelling at the animal that of course couldn’t respond. How odd.

“Fucking thing!” the man balled his fists, swinging them in the air. “Hey! You! Whaddaya looking at? That your cat?”

“No” was Illumi’s plain answer as he stepped into the dim street light, actually not wanting to bother himself with the situation.

“It better not be. Stole my fish at the market, and ruined the others with it’s dirty paws!”

Just when the man prepared to kick the poor animal with his boots, his leg seemed to have magically disappeared midair.

Before the amputated leg hit the ground, the merchant had already collapsed, screaming in agony as he slowly but surely bled to death.

“Here” Illumi spoke casually as he threw a piece of fabric towards the man. He always pitied his victims, at least a little bit. “Try binding off the stump to stop the bleeding. Maybe you’ll make it until an ambulance arrives.”

Already prepared to attend more important matters again, he turned around - but then he heared another, weak meow close behind.

The tiny cat couldn’t even hold itself on it’s feet, yet tried everything to follow your husband’s firm steps. It bit the fabric on his legs ever so slightly, trying to keep him from leaving so fast.

Letting out a small noise of surprise, Illumi crouched down the the cat’s heigh, eyeing it quie suspecting.

Because usually, animals were smarter than that. They had a natural instinct when it came to aura, so it was no wonder that Illumi’s constant hostility and bloodlust always drove them off - even though he actually was really fond of them.

They were easier to deal with than most humans, he thought.

The kitten was bleeding, and his left ear was slightly bitten off by another animal.

Even though it was quite the depressing view, this wouldn’t revoke any emotion inside of your husband. He had seen and did worse, and he had no affiliation with that thing.

“What would Y/N do?”

He remembered how you’d always bring home injured animals, talking about responsibility and how every life was precious somehow. That doing good deeds could make one happy without having an actual advantage from it.

To be honest, he thought it to be kind of hypocritical considering you were a goddamn assassin, but whatever.

Who was he to judge anyone’s morality anyway?

And the pet’s behaviour somehow intrigued him, so he carefully picked it up as he bid the merchant one last look.

“Oh. He died already.”

The Zoldyck family possessed safehouses all over the world, and in big cities like Yorknew City was one, several at once.

Only a few, chosen people knew about those certain locations - and since his family never really seemed to care for him anyway, he knew they wouldn’t be searching for him. And even if they wanted to find him, there was no clue where an erratic man like himself could’ve gone to, so they would take a while.

So it would be fine to use them until he had cleansed the city from all filth before he’d travel to another - even though that would take quite a while.

“Here” he mumbled, still quite unaffected by the animal’s condition as he put it down on the small sleeping cot.

There wasn’t anything else to do right now, so he could save that thing, he thought.

Trying hard to remember how you’d always patch him up, Ilumi got the first-aid kit out of the shelf and gathered a bowl of water. Only when he didn’t find anything to nurture the cat he realized that he himself hasn’t eaten in days.

“Y/N would be furious..” he thought, almost smiling while recalling how you’d always scold him for not taking care of himself enough. “Maybe I should buy some groceries.”

The cat was unusual still, considering hurt animals are more than often very defensive and on high alert. Yet that one let Illumi touch it all he wanted, even purring as he unconsciously began to pet it’s dirty but soft fur.

It was almost heartwarming to him, giving him a slight impression about what you liked so damn much about helping those weaker than yourself.

Yeah, animals were way easier to deal with.

They had no difficult emotions or morals, neither did they want you to understand them. All that was important was their natural needs, and shall you fullfill them, they’d get attached to you.

But humans were different.

Asides from his work, Illumi had spent a of his time and concentration on you and you alone. He had given you food and shelter, also basically drowning you in gifts and luxurity. And he would’ve died for your protection.

Of course it had also been his duty that you’d become a perfect assassin, yet he went very easy on you during training. In wild contrast to everything he had experienced himself, his touch was always tender and full of care.

Yes, he would’ve met every single one of your desires, and yet you were unfullfilled.

Animals seeked freedom. They don’t like being locked in cages.

Was that it?

Were you feeling the same after being locked away for such a long time, like some sort of trophy?

He just now realized that you had always listened to him: His feelings, his past, his commands...but did he ever do the same for you?

Before, just like Hisoka, Illumi was a man of the present: He would’ve never looked back. The past wasn’t worth remembering, even faces of the people he killed vanishing from his inner eye just barely after he finished them off.

And the future? He’d never thought of that.

Illumi Zoldyck was merely a tool of darkness, working with a ruthless efficiency to ensure his place in the family.

He was numb and served no other purpose...right?

But now he had an own goal: Cleanse the world from the profession of those filthy assassins - so no one would’ve to suffer as you or his siblings did.

“Oh.”

Your husband pulled his hand away after the cat softly dug it’s teeth inside of his index finger. He probably accidentally hurt it. “Sorry.”

At least he had someone to talk to, now. You knew best just how often he would rant to himself or think out loudly - and he had to remember how you told him that only very lonely people would do that, because no one has ever listened to them.

“I always told Kill he doesn’t have the qualification to make friends, but in the end it was only me...”

Illumi didn’t even bother washing the blood from today’s work from his hands, falling on the bed with his back first and staring to the bare ceiling with a broken smile.

“Moreso...I don’t deserve to be loved. I really am the worst.”

_____

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Path of Destruction [Part 2] | JEON JUNGKOOK

PAIRING: Jungkook x Reader

GENRE: Drama, Angst (maybe???), Thriller

WARNINGS: Stalking, obsession, too much swearing, dirty talks, possessive Jungkook, touching (...might be too uncomfortable :c)

WORD COUNT: 1900

Darkness. Silence. And awkwardness filled the entire room. You had no idea where you were right now. All you knew was that you were already caught by your stalker, whose name you didn’t know yet. 

You looked around waiting for the presence of the stalker to appear in front of you. It felt like horrible long hours. Where the hell was this person, anyway? 

As you were in a deep thought of your sister, the footsteps were heard to approach you. You were so terrified. What if this person’s next plan was to kill you and had your corpse lying next to him? His obsession was too visible. He could do anything just to have you by his side forever.

You slowly backed away when he moved a little closer, but to your surprise, all he ever brought to you was a glass of water. Huh? your thought questioned. You carefully took the glass from his hand and he chuckled seeing you shaking in fear. 

“Don’t be scared, twinkle toes,” he leaned forward and you quickly looked away. “I won’t bite unless... you want me to?” 

His smirk disgusted you. You were about to slap him but he was damn quick to catch your hand. He guffawed while looking at you, admiring your behavior so much. 

“Damn. With you being so feisty like this, who knows what you can do in bed?” He leaned forward to you again, sniffing your scent and you couldn’t help but to be in tears right now. You felt defeated since there was no one around to help you. Not even your sister who was the only person you can rely on. Michelle couldn’t hear your sobs. She couldn’t hear you cry right now. You were trapped in a very hidden place. With this creepy stalker.

As you were crying, he took the opportunity to kiss your earlobe, then slowly down to your jawline. You gasped when his sneaky little hand began to caress your thigh. 

“Stop it!” you exclaimed. This was shocking even for you, since you thought he would have continued what he was doing. But instead, he quickly backed off. He suddenly ruffled his hair in frustration. He mumbled things and just like that, he walked away to avoid you.

What the fuck was that all about? You went to check whether he was gone for real and when you realized he wasn’t there anymore, you drank the water quick in one gulp.

••••••

{11.53 p.m. at Suzie’s house}

“Where’s your friend, Suz? I thought you said she’d be here. It’s almost 12.” a friend of Suzie’s asked. Suzie looked at the clock and now she was a little worried. You were supposed to be there an hour ago.

“Maybe she fell asleep. You know how her school is,” Suzie took a sip of her coffee. “so damn dreadful.” Her friends laughed hearing Suzie’s dramatic tone. 

But Suzie, being the closest friend you’ve ever had, she sensed there was indeed something wrong. She felt like you were in trouble because she was now feeling uneasy. You’ve always been the type to be careful wherever you’d go, and she knew for the fact that you were the type of a person who’d sleep at 1 or 2 a.m. Never this ‘early’ at nearly 12 a.m. 

••••••

You were sure as hell confused when this stalker went to his room without a word. This night just kept getting weirder and weirder.

Hearing how quiet his room was, you decided to roam around this place. Where was this place even located? Where on Earth did he bring you?

You had your eyes travelled everywhere around this living room; the worn-out sofas, the dusty table, but one that caught your attention; a framed picture of you.

You quickly picked it up and looked closely at the picture. There was a short note at the bottom right of it. “ONLY Jeon Jungkook’s girl.”

Jeon Jungkook? That’s his name? You were too focused on the picture and the note that you didn’t realize he was already standing next to you and looking at you. When you noticed him, you gasped and dropped the picture, quickly backing away from him. 

“Relax, twinkle toes. It’s just me.” He chuckled and picked the picture up, placing it back neatly on the shelf. 

The fear began to build itself inside you when he turned to face you, giving you a soft smile. 

“You’re Jeon Jungkook?” He acted as if a love cupid just struck him, placing his hand dramatically on his chest. 

“Say my name again, Y/N..” he whispered while you were giving him a confused look. 

“Why should I sa-” your words were cut off when he began to walk slowly towards you and your back was now against the wall, and he now got you locked in between his arms when he rested his palms on it.

“You make it sound so magical..” he began to twirl your hair. “I’ve never liked my name until you said it.” 

You shook your head. Never liking his name. Was that even for real? Or was that just a trick to get into your pants? 

“Say my name again, Y/N.” His voice was now dark and with a warning tone. You were starting to feel scared with the sudden change of his voice, joined by his angry, darkened eyes as well.

“J-Jeon Jungkook.” you gulped nervously after you said his name again. His eyes were now moving down to look at your lips. As he was about to make his next move, that was to kiss you, you grabbed the chance to push him away harshly and you quickly ran to the opposite side. You looked around to find a weapon near you, and in this case, the table lamp was a good one to defend yourself from this guy.

“What the fuck do you want from me?!” your voice was cracked. You were crying again while lifting the table lamp to get ready to hit him just in case he wanted to make another inappropriate move. “WHY ME?! WHY THE FUCK CAN’T IT BE SOMEONE ELSE?!!” 

He was licking his lips when he turned around to you, looking at you with full of lust. Full of hunger, like he was already ready to devour you.

“Fuck having ‘someone else’. I only want you.” He was approaching you and you quickly swung the table lamp in front of his face to not let him touch you. 

“Stop! Don’t fucking come near me!” you cried out. Despite many attempts of defending yourself, Jungkook was so fast at dodging and avoiding to get hit from the lamp. His patience was running low now. He aggressively grabbed it from your hands and threw it somewhere else. 

“Noooo! No, fuck!” You ran around the place and he was chasing after you. You were too focused on looking back at him while running that the next thing happened was your foot tripped on something. 

You were in a rush to crawl forward but Jungkook beat you into it first, pulling your leg, hovering over you and locked both of your hands, pinning them above your head. At this point, he didn’t give a damn seeing you in tears. You were already making him mad.

“Don’t fucking fight me, Y/N, or else I’ll be inside you right here. Right now.” The next thing he did was removing his pants as well as your uniform skirt. 

“Noooo! No, please! Don’t do this to me!” He was taking his shirt off now.. and you widened your eyes when he began to pull your shirt up. 

“Jungkook, please don’t do this to me..” you managed to say between sobs. Just like that, he stopped what he was doing. 

Why did it feel like whenever you mentioned his name, it was just like an on and off switch for him? It felt like he was obeying you when you said it. Was your voice saying his name really his big weakness?

Unexpectedly, he pulled your shirt down and put your skirt back on. He also put his pants back on, but he still kept his position the same. He was still above you and now, he began to hug you so tight while locking both of your hands. 

“I don’t want anyone else, Y/N,” he whispered as he hid his face on the crook of your neck. “I don’t know what fucking spell you’ve casted on me the moment I saw you. It’s been years now and I can never get over you..”

You looked up at the ceiling while paying close attention to what he was saying. 

“You remember your douchebag ex-boyfriend, Trevor?” You hated that name. It stung you so much when Jungkook mentioned him to you. Trevor was the name of the asshole that cheated on you multiple times. The guy who made you believe love was never real. “I really wanted to kill him when I saw him making you cry. You cried nearly for a week. You didn’t eat when Michelle cooked you a lot of meals. You’ve got yourself trapped in your room and you were lying in bed for the whole day and night.”

What? you thought. Has he been really watching me for all of those long years?

“I could have made you happy after that fucker left,” you weren’t hearing it wrong, Jungkook was now crying as you heard his voice crack. “but my hopes were temporarily gone when I heard you told Suzie you weren’t looking for love anymore.”

You bit your lower lip as you were trying too hard not to let your tears out. You remembered that story. Suzie and Michelle were the only ones who were there for you, but you didn’t tell Michelle much about what happened between you and Trevor. You didn’t want to worry Michelle much with your sob story, so this matter was only known deeply by Suzie. ... and Jungkook as well since he was listening to every word you said to her. ‘I don’t believe in love anymore. I’ve lost hope in that shit.’ These were the flashback words that hurt Jungkook so much. He wanted to be there for you, but knowing you didn’t want to be in love with anyone anymore, he thought watching you from afar was a good idea. But never thought that watching you could lead to a dangerous obsession with you.

As previous years passed, Jungkook wanted nothing but to touch you here and there, to kiss you and to give you the love you truly deserved. He wanted to be the person who made you happy. But you didn’t trust men anymore. Not even that gentleman who had all of the girls’ in your school hearts melted, Adrian.

“I’ve never felt so much towards anyone before. You drive me the craziest, Y/N.. I tried to stop b-but,” he was sobbing. “there’s always something that pulls me back to you. It’s like something always tells me to never give up on you.”

You were having a lot of mixed feelings right now. It was a lot to take in. He softly placed a kiss on your neck and you didn’t care to defend yourself anymore. You were too weak but thankfully, Jeon didn’t take another step further.

“Just...” his next words shocked you. “let me love you, Y/N.”

[fragmentwitch]

Higurashi Gou Episode 16 transcribed scene is below. I have done my best to describe everything so you can have a gist of how the scene is unfolding, but minimal detail on the graphic imagery the best I could.

For normal viewing of the rest of the episode, skip to 15:10ish. Other than that, enjoy and read to craft interpretations as you wish.

The calendar shows Sunday June 12, 1983.

Rika seems asleep in her futon, looking sweaty with flushed red cheeks as she breaths shallowly. The sun is setting outside as the evening cicadas can be heard.

Satoko: Oh my, you're finally awake. It's almost sundown.

Satoko is crouched down close to Rika's face.

Rika: Satoko? I...

Satoko: You were tossing and turning so much. You must have had a terrible nightmare.

Rika seems out of breath and is struggling to speak. Smiling to an unsettling degree of tranquility, Satoko puts a hand on Rika's cheek and continues using a calm tone.

Satoko: My, you have quite the fever. I'll stay here by your side until you feel better, if that's alright.

Rika: Satoko... [tearing up] Why? Why is this happening to me? [The shot shifts to a side view of Rika, lying down still under her futon as she begins sobbing. Satoko's expression is unchanged.]

Satoko: Poor Rika. I don't know what you were dreaming about... [she moves to wipe the tears with a thumb, but her expression becomes serious as she sits up.] But surely you know your dreams are important.

Rika: Eh?

Satoko: your dreams are the way they are for a reason. A very important reason, Rika.

Rika: [Shocked] A reason? What kind of reasoning justifies being tortured by these horrible tragic realities?!

Satoko: You don't know why you suffer through terrible dreams night after night?

Rika: Satoko? What are you... [Rika cuts herself off and squeezes her eyes shut, seemingly in great pain] My body... everything hurts!

Satoko: these horrible dreams are torturing you and you still don't know the reason why?

[Rika doesn't seem to be listening, she throws her head back as if she wants to scream. Satoko keeps talking without batting an eye.]

Rika: what's going on?

Satoko: Rika, you've been cursed.

Rika: C-cursed? What do you mean? [She cries out in pain and begins to squirm under the futon] why?! I can't move! What's happening?!

Satoko: Oh, you mean this? [Grips the futon and lifts it up.

Rika gasps in horror before a moment of total silence. Her belly is cut open and she lets out a terrified scream. The coloring has changed from gentle orange to a bright red that increasingly saturates the color palette.

Satoko: Now, Rika... it's time for the Watanagashi ritual. [She finally smiles, and rakes her nails into the side of her neck once.]

Rika: th-the watanagashi ritual?

Satoko: you know why we perform it, yes? It's the only way to quell the wrath of Oyashiro-sama's curse.

Satoko does not move and remains seated. An odd thing to note here is that a single strand of hair on her head moves forward/downward by itself and is plainly visible.

Rika: you keep saying curse... why? [Winces in pain again]

Satoko: It seems the painkiller has completely worn off. [Stands up and presents a tray containing a vial of liquid, a syringe, 2 scalpels with different blade heads, and scissors. These are surgical-grade tools that are spotless and no blood is visible. There is blood on the underside of the white futon.] I'll give you the last of it then... wouldn't want you to be in pain.

Rika: Satoko...! [She lets out some noises upon being injected]

Satoko, smiling eerily again: Rest easy. Coach has ne injecting myself daily so I'm quite familiar with needles. [...] There, you're not in any pain now, yes?

Rika: Sa...toko... you said my nightmares are Oyashiro-sama's curse. What do you mean?

Satoko: I received a revelation from Oyashiro-sama, you see.

Rika: Revelation...?

Satoko stands up, but her face is obscured by a shadow and her mouth a flat line.

Satoko: He told me you're no longer fit to be His priestess. As such... [single scratch movement before walking off screen and returning with the ritual hoe.]

Rika looks up at her in terror.

Satoko: In Oyashiro-sama's grand revelation, He appointed me as His new priestess. [Scratch]

Rika: Satoko! [Tearing up] That Oyashiro is just a hallucination! The syndrome is making you hear things! It's all in your head!

Satoko: Rika... [raises the hoe over her head with an emotionless expression] Watch as I perform the offertory dance. You must come to terms with the truth, Rika. This nightmare was not foisted upon you on a whim.

Rika: Satoko... please stop...!

Satoko: You have sinned, Rika... and this is your eternal punishment! [Her face is still neutral here.]

With little hesitation after, Satoko brings down the hoe. Rika goes wide-eyed and cries out halfway, staring up at the ceiling and not Satoko directly as she pulls the tool back up.

Rika, whimpering as she begs: No more... please, stop... what curse? Why am I being punished? I didn't do anything to deserve this!

Satoko, frowning with her brows furrowed: No, Rika. Not only did you violate one of Oyashiro-sama's precepts, you did so as his priestess.

Rika: I did? When...?

Satoko, dropping the hoe onto the floor to crouch down again: Rika, for a long, long, long time... (her serious look shifts to an overtly angry one) you've sinfully wished to abandon Hinamizawa and get away, even while performing His sacred offertory dance!

Rika: eh?

A flashback in monochrome occurs to an unknown point in the future (or the past, for St. Lucia Rika). Rika and Satoko are wearing seifuku similar to what Rena wears, but identical in style and color. Satoko's back is turned to the camera so her face is now shown at all. Rika turns toward her with a smile on her face, holding a book as they stand in the middle of what looks to be a library or a bookstore.

Satoko: I cannot think of a more shameful act His priestess could commit!

Rika, in her deeper voice and off-screen as flashbacks to the original fragments play in monochrome, begins to speak.

Rika: Right. For the hundreds and hundreds of times I looped through 1983... I was no more than a bird trapped in a cage called Hinamizawa. I wanted to get out, fly away. That was my only wish. So when...

Another monochrome scene, except this is from the ending of Matsuribayashihen where Takano clings to Tomitake, crying as she calls to him. The club are all present, including Hanyuu in her corporeal form. We can't see their expressions as their backs are turned, but Rika is smiling here.

Takano: Jiro-san... Jiro-san...!

Tomitake: Sorry I'm late. I'm here to take you home.

Rika: when I finally broke out of that 100-year cycle of tragedy...

Rika, in her cute voice as the shot goes back to her in the bookshelves with Satoko: There's something I've secretly dreamed of doing for a long, long time. [Books on the shelf are Entrance Exam Study guides. Presumably these are high school entrance exams that determine where a student can solicit enrollment to a particular school. Rika's choice was most likely St. Lucia's. This means Rena, Shion/Mion, and K1 likely are upperclassmen in high school who have left the youngest behind in the village school.]

Older Rika: I chose to leave Hinamizawa.

The flashback ends. Rika begins crying and laughing. Satoko isn't visibly mad anymore but looks either disappointed or detached.

Rika: I've heard crazy things from people with Hinamizawa Syndrome before, but this one really hits home.

Satoko: [picks up the hoe] the oinly way to cleanse you of your sin is to perform the Watanagashi ritual.

Note: The camera pans out to show Rika laying on the floor. While the bloodstain on the futon is drawn in the usual style of liquid, the blood that splattered beyond it and onto the floor to the left side of the screen is of a more realistic detail, which we have seen before in previous scenes. Interestingly, no static flakes or vignette has been seen this entire time, and never shows up throughout. There isn't any realistic splatter on the right side even though the futon's stain exhibits a splatter pattern that would otherwise stain into the floor.

Satoko raises the hoe again, but she has her head down with her eyes shut.

S: I'm sorry... but this is the only way! I'll perform it in your stead! [Tears stream down her face. Rika stares up silently.] I'll cleanse Rika's sins by offering Him your entrails!

She swings down.

The cicadas keep singing. But the shot of their house is entirely saturated in red, with the linework in black. Satoko continues swinging down the hoe, teary-eyed and looking troubled.

Satoko: Rika, why? Why would you dream of something that would anger Oyashiro-sama? If your heart had stayed in Hinamizawa... [swing] then His curse would have never befallen you! [Swing]

Rika, still alive: My... heart...?

Satoko drops the hoe, looking heartbroken at her.

S: It's all your fault. Without you, I wouldn't have had to do this... i wouldn't have had to quell His wrath by finding everyone from club... [she scratches with both hands] and sacrificing them!

Rika: i see. This world that was to be my last, was over before it even began.

Satoko: This is all your fault Rika! You're Oyashiro reborn, aren't you?! Why would you do this?! Why?! [She scratches again, tears streaming down her face]

Rika doesn't reply, she just stares at the ceiling. Satoko finally collapses into a sobbing mess, but continues the ritual bare-handed. Rika doesn't scream but chokes out noises of evident agony.

Satoko: Why, why, why? Why would you violate his precepts? I've had to spill so much blood! [Continuing to pull while Rika's head is thrown back from the pain] What about Keiichi-san, Rena-san, Mion-san or Shion-san?

Rika starts to let out screams of agony while Satoko keeps talking.

Satoko: Didn't you enjoy your time with them here in Hinamizawa?! [She cries so much she has to choke back air.] And here I thought Rika would love it just as much as I did...

Satoko moves over Rika, before picking her upper body up into a hug.

Satoko, sobbing as she holds her: What about it wasn't to your liking?

Rika remembers many fun times here in monochrome of all her club activities with everyone, especially her smiling with Satoko and holding hands with her (there's even little circles surrounding them that you see in sparkly cute anime scenes.)

Rika, clinging to life, slowly looks over at Satoko before tearing up silently.

Satoko: What about everyone outside club? All of your classmates are friends you have fun with, too. And all the villagers are so kind to you. So why? Why? Why abandon Hinamizawa?! It's not just Oyashiro-sama who's sad about it! I'm sad too! The thought that the days in Hinamizawa I enjoyed and loved so much meant nothing to you, Rika...

The shot closes in on Rika's tearful eye that begins to close.

S: ... is so sad... too saddening to bear! (She full-on starts to wail.)

Young Rika voice: Why did I began to hate Hinamizawa in the first place?

Older Rika Voice: the answer is simple.

The shot fades to black before cutting to a young Rika standing in a black void with her hair swaying in the wind. Standing far away from her is her older self, with her St. Lucia's uniform.

Older Rika: I was trapped here for the longest time.

Younger R: Yes. That's why the moment I was released from this curse...

Older R: I wanted to get out of this hick town, enroll at a fancy wonderful school, and live a sophisticated life. Was it so wrong to dream of that?

Young Rika: 100 years. A century trapped here.

As if on cue, the void is replaced with bright colorful scenery of the Hinamizawa countryside, Rika letting out a small grunt of surprise.

Young Rika: what was it I disliked about Hinamizawa?

Older Rika: I didn't dislike it at all. The tragedies that tortured me, the series of mysterious murders, they were brought about by people plotting and clashing with each other.

Younger Rika: there were times I was having so much fun, I barely felt time passing. There were times I was lost in despair, sobbing on the floor. No matter what, Hinamizawa had me wrapped in its warm embrace.

Older Rika: Despite that, when peace returned after 100 years of grief, and Hinamizawa smiled, knowing I could finally stay here without worry...

Younger Rika wells up and cries into her hands. "I... I... I wished to be rid of this podunk village... I would I want something so stu--"

Suddenly we are cut back into the current time with a loud noise. Satoko has begun to pull out whatever is left in Rika's cavity.

Satoko: This is a curse. [Pull] Your curse.

The pulling continues until Rika is able to speak up.

Rika: I'm sorry. I was wrong.

Satoko stops in shock, and looks at her. "Rika?!"

Rika: if you'd go this far, Satoko... I finally realize...

Satoko: All I want is to live here in Hinamizawa with you, Rika. I don't need anything else.

Satoko's tone is emotive here but the camera doesn't show her expression, only Rika's as she stares off into space while crying.

Rika: Yeah. I'm sorry.

The camera finally shows Satoko crying just as much, smiling but looking sad herself.

Satoko: It's all right! I'm sure your words of repentance will grant you Oyashiro-sama's forgiveness!

Rika: I won't make that mistake again...

Her fingers press down until the last bloody finger, which closes into a fist. The scene cuts out with a snap that echoes off-screen. This is the 15:13 mark, and the rest of the episode may be viewed without concern of grotesque injury.

I hope this is of use to anyone wishing to revisit the episode for specific dialogue without having to rewatch this any further. Personally I have a strong stomach when need be but I always get queasy with such how much the gore here was drawn out... it's sort of a torture unto itself with the sound effects and voice acting.

[justaphangirl07]

English Love Affair: Part 1 (Corbyn Besson)

(A/N: Just for this imagine, Corbyn isn’t dating Christina)

Monday 22nd October 2019 - Birmingham

Y/N’s POV

I sigh once more, as I scroll through my Instagram whilst I stand in line

I’ve been stood in line for some meet and greet with my best friend Saskia for about 15 minutes now

We ended up being a little bit later, that Saskia would of liked and we ended up being nearly last in line

Which Saskia proceeded to tell me “could be bad because what if a fan has annoyed them and they are annoyed for the rest of the meet and greet”

Or something like that

This all started back in May...

-START OF FLASHBACK-

I’m currently laying on my bed, jamming to some 5 Seconds of Summer playing through my headphones

When suddenly my music is interrupted by the sound of the facetime ringtone is coming through my ears

I see that “Sas💙 would like the facetime” has popped up on my screen

So I press accept and once it connects all I hear is screaming

“Y/N OH MY GOD! WE ARE GOING TO BE MEETING THE BEST BAND ALIVE!” Saskia screams into my ears

“Bloody hell, 1. can you stop screaming in my ears and 2. you got meet and greet tickets to 5 seconds of summer?! I didn’t know they was going on tour!” I say

“NO Y/N! I GOT US TICKETS TO MEET WHY DON’T WE IN OCTOBER!” she screams again

“Saskia, please stop screaming! I get it, your excited!” I tell her

“Also, that is that American band you like isn’t it?” I continue to say

Saskia rolls her eyes

“Y/N, I don’t just like them, I love them! Meeting them will be the best day of my life!” she exclaims

I sigh

“So why I am I getting dragged to meet them? I don’t even listen to them” I mumble

“Because Y/N, you are my best friend and you would do anything for me” she says with a smile

“Fine, I’ll go but what’s in it for me?” I ask knowing that I won’t be able to say no to my best friend

“How about after the concert, I take you to that new club in town and we can have a few drinks! Let’s call it a late birthday drinks for our 21st birthdays” Saskia suggests

I hum as I think about it

Saskia turns 21 in mid September, whilst I turned 21 in early October

“Alright, I’ll go but your buying my first drink and a round of shots” I tell her with a chuckle

“Done! This is going to be the best day ever!” she exclaims once again into FaceTime 

What have I signed myself up for?

-END OF FLASHBACK-

That brings us back to present day

Over the now shorter like of excited fangirls, I can see 5 guys stood together stood next to each other

“I am so excited to meet them!” Saskia tells me, as I can practically see her buzzing with excitement

“I can tell” I say with a smile

The plan I have in my head is that, when Saskia goes to get her picture with them, I will just walk past and wait for her

I don’t really have a desire to meet them, as I am not really a fan of them

Not long later, it is now our turn to go and meet them

“Come on Y/N” she mumbles to me 

As she walks towards them, I split off from her and try to slip past the boys when a voice stops me

“Hey, where are you going?”

CORBYN’S POV

“Hey, where are you going?” I call out to a girl that is just walking past us

I saw her stood with her friend in line before her friend came and stood with us, whilst she walked away

“No offence, but I’m not a massive fan of you guys, so I am just going to let my friend get a photo with you whilst I step aside” she explains brutally

I put my hand on my chest in fake shock 

“Well now I am offended, so you better come and get in this photo with us” I say opening up my arms towards her, so she can stand next to me

She sighs before she walks back to me

I wrap my arm around her shoulder and pull her close to me

Daniel, Jonah and Zach wrap their arms around each others shoulders, whilst Jack wraps both his arms around the other girl tightly and hugs her

The photo is taken and soon enough the girl, that I had in my arms, is now walking away

Without so much as a bye, I sigh as I watch her walk away

I turn to see the other girls finally pulling away from her hug with Jack and follows after her friend

“You ok?” I hear a voice that I recognise to be Jonah ask

I shrug

“Yeah let’s just finish this up” I mumble before the next fans walk up to meet us

I’m kinda disappointed that she isn’t a fan of us

-HOURS LATER-

I let out a few deep breaths before I take a drink from my water bottle

We just finished our show in Birmingham and we just jogged back to the dressing room to burn off some of the on stage adrenaline

“That was an incredible show!” Zach exclaims

“Well the British always do go hard” Daniel chuckles

Out of the corner of my eye, I see something fall to the floor

I turn and walk to pick it up before opening the folded piece of paper in my hands

I read it before I feel a smile grown on my face

“What is it Corbs?” Jack asks

“Boys I think we found just the place to visit tonight” I tell them

Part 2 Coming Soon

(This is in honour of Why Don’t We coming back, honestly I’m so excited to see what they do next!)

Masterlist

[evansencezz]

GIRLS ON FLIM—Kai Adachi x Akari Adachi—

◎◎◎

Notes: platonic ofc, they’re litterally siblings, Angst, Kai is 19, Akari is 24, Akari is the ‘good guy’, Kai is ‘the villian’, Thereain is mentioned but he’s not here, Jien is here though, Kai snaps, Mental breakdown, Whiplash of emotions, Crying, Threats of harming someone, Abadonment issues, trauma, savior complex Akari, Kai has extreme self estem issues and brings herself up and down through out this, Kai’s name is orginally Ei, flashbacks, gagging, MORALLY GREY ENDING.

Kai was in complete shock. Her eyes were wide, her hands were clamy. After almost nine years of being apart, Akari was here, infront of her.

The older was also in shock. Her face paled and she bit back almost a whimper. Her eyes searched Kai’s face as she broke the tense silence.

“Ei?…” The girl spoke, eyes still flitting over the youngers form.

Akari’s voice was all the conformation Kai needed to know that this was actually happening. They wanted to actually throw up. Their stomach churned as their throat felt tacky, as it was extremely painful to speak.

“Akari…” The red eyed girl hoaresly responded, trying not to fucking double over.

The eye patch wearing girl’s eyes- more like eye lit up when Kai spoke.

“Oh my god, Ei! Is it really you?!” The desperation in her voice was absoutetly disgusting to Kai.

The taller girl took a few small quick steps towards the red uniformed girl but Kai stopped her.

“Get away from me..Get away from me!!” They snapped, extremely roughly pushing the other white-nette back.

The blue uniformed one stumbled back, her face showing her shock.

“Why are you here???! This isn’t the time..no you weren’t suposed to show up here, not 𝗡𝗢𝗪.” Kai franctically said, her eyes already shaky.

Her head was spinning, her thought’s whipping back and forth into something non-comberhensaible. Her emotions were also clogging up her entire body. On one hand, she wanted to strangle Akari, on the opposite she wanted to fucking sob.

“You should get out of here. I don’t need you here. Get out. Get out get out get out get out!!!” Kai lost her composure at the end.

Akari was biting the inside of her cheek during the other’s brink. She knew Kai was on the very edge of being pushed to the edge of a mental breakdown. But this was her sister!

“E-Kai, please..just listen to what I have to sa-!” Akari switched names half-way through, not wanting to call her a shadow or mistake.

The younger’s red eyes practically burned holes and made the girl stiffen when Kai glared at her. Their expression was one of pure hatered and annoyance.

“No, you listen to 𝗠𝗘. Don’t suddenly fucking act like your the good guy here. Were you the good guy when you fucking left me for dead in that forest?

The said girl opened her mouth to respond but before she could, the other started talking again.

“Well?! 𝗪𝗘𝗥𝗘 𝗬𝗢𝗨?!!!” Kai practically screamed at the other girl, her tempature boiling.

Akari quickly spultered out an answer.

“Ah!- U..Um..no..?” She seemed uncertain in her answer.

The blood mage scowled.

“Your so annoying, having a party, a group of people who practically do your beck and call. Do you enjoy that??” She hissed at the cowering ladder.

A male with brown hair frowned and stepped in, making the red eyed girls attention turn towards him.

“Hey, let her speak. Your scaring her-!” He was cut off.

“Ohhhh shut the 𝗙𝗨𝗖𝗞 uppppp!! Waaa waa ‘your scaring her!!’ 𝗚𝗢𝗢𝗗. After all, I am the bad guy right?” Kai drawled out, demenor now switching to one of annoyance and boredom.

The male seemed taken aback for a few seconds before Akari pushed him aside.

“No. Kai, I don’t think your a bad person. And I am more then willing to say that I am a bad person for leaving you.” The light mage said, eyes trained on the bored one.

“Awww, great!! Is this the part were I’m suposed to forgive you and forget about all the trauma you gave me??” Kai sarcastically asked, proven by their eye twitching.

Akari didn’t show any fear and that made Kai even more annoyed.

“God. Do you think you can save me from..him??” Kai skeptically asked, resisting the urge to strangle Akari.

Akari sweat-dropped as mentions of him and what he did to her filled her head. I mean, now her sister was influneced by the same man who had kidnapped Akari and obessed over her for..what? A month?

“I don’t want you to go through the same things I went through Kai. He is not a good person. He’s messing with you, do you even know the full story??” Akari’s expression hardend as she stepped closer to the irrated girl.

“No shit! I know that he’s not a good person! What are you even saying?! I’ve been with him for a year!!” Kai’s previous irrated demenor was shifting into one of paranioa and fidgtation.

The hetercromidia eyed girl eyed Kai carefully.

“He’s mainuplating you, Kai. He’s making you trust him. You have a crush on him, right?” Akari scoffed after that last statement.

Kai blinked before swallowing thickly. Did she love him?? She’s pretty sure she had a crush on him, but she’s over it..right??

“Kai..please..I know what your going through I’ve been there..please..” Akari practically begged the younger to listen to her.

The crimson eyed one’s hands became shaky and her breathing even more uneven.

“…Go away.” She said.

The taller girl bit her lip harshly, drawing blood before backing up a few steps.

KᗩI ᔕIᘜᕼᗴᗪ ᗩᑎᗪ ᑭᑌT Tᕼᗴ ᗷOOK ᔕᕼᗴ ᗯᗩᔕ ᖇᗴᗩᗪIᑎᘜ ᗪOᗯᑎ.

“ᘜOOᗪ ᗯOᖇK, ᗰY ᗪᗴᗩᖇ, YOᑌᖇ ᑕOᑎTᖇOᒪ ᘜᖇOᗯᔕ ᗰOᖇᗴ ᗩᑎᗪ ᗰOᖇᗴ ᗴᐯᗴᖇY ᗪᗩY..” TᕼᗴᖇᗴᗩIᑎ ᔕᗩIᗪ, ᔕᗰIᒪIᑎᘜ.

“ᗩᕼ, YOᑌ TᕼIᑎK ᔕO?? I OᑎᒪY ᗩIᗰ TO ᑭᒪᗴᗩᔕᗴ, TᕼᗴᖇᗴIᑎ....” TᕼᗴY ᔕᗩIᗪ, ᗷᒪᑌᔕᕼIᑎᘜ ᗩT Tᕼᗴ ᕼOᑭᗴᒪᗴᔕᔕ ᑭᖇᗩIᔕᗴ.

Tᕼᗴ ᗯᕼITᗴ ᕼᗩIᖇᗴᗪ ᗰᗩᒪᗴ ᒪᗩᑌᘜᕼᗴᗪ ᗷᗴᖴOᖇᗴ ᑭᒪᗩᑕIᑎᘜ ᕼIᔕ ᑕᕼᗴᗴK Iᑎ Tᕼᗴ ᕼᗩᑎᗪ TᕼᗩT ᕼᗩᗪ ᕼIᔕ ᗴᒪᗷOᗯ ᑭᖇOᑭᗴᗪ ᑌᑭ Oᑎ Tᕼᗴ Tᗩᗷᒪᗴ.

“ᕼᗰ? ᖇᗴᗩᒪᒪY ᑎOᗯ? YOᑌ OᑎᒪY ᗩIᗰ TO ᑭᒪᗴᗩᔕᗴ ᗰᗴ? TᕼᗩT’ᔕ ᖇᗩTᕼᗴᖇ ᔕᗴᒪᖴᒪᗴᔕᔕ Oᖴ YOᑌ..” ᕼᗴ ᔕᗩIᗪ, ᗴYᗴᔕ ᔕTᑌᗪYIᑎᘜ Tᕼᗴ ᑎᗴᖇᐯOᑌᔕ ᘜIᖇᒪ.

KᗩI ᘜᗩᔕᑭᗴᗪ ᑫᑌIᗴTᒪY ᗷᗴᖴOᖇᗴ ᗷᒪᑌᔕᕼIᑎᘜ ᗴᐯᗴᑎ ᗰOᖇᗴ.

“ᑌᕼ, ᑌᗰ, ᑎO, TᕼᗩT’ᔕ ᑎOT ᕼOᗯ I..ᗰᗴᑎT IT..” ᔕᕼᗴ ᖇᑌᔕᕼᒪY ᗴ᙭ᑭᒪᗩIᑎᗴᗪ.

Tᕼᗴ Oᒪᗪᗴᖇ ᗰᗴᖇᒪY ᕼᑌᗰᗰᗴᗪ ᗷᗴᖴOᖇᗴ ᗩᔕKIᑎᘜ ᗩ ᑫᑌᗴᔕTIOᑎ.

“YOᑌ KᑎOᗯ, I’ᐯᗴ ᑎᗴᐯᗴᖇ ᗩᑕTᑌᗩᒪᒪY ᗩᔕKᗴᗪ YOᑌ, ᗯᕼᗩT’ᔕ YOᑌᖇ ᗰOTOᐯᗩTIOᑎ ᖴOᖇ ᗩᒪᒪ Oᖴ TᕼIᔕ, ᗯᕼᗩT ᗪO YOᑌ ᗩIᗰ TO ᘜᗩIᑎ?” ᕼᗴ ᗩᔕKᗴᗪ, ᔕᗴᗴᗰIᑎᘜ ᘜᗴᑎᗴᖇᗩᒪᒪY IᑎTᗴᖇᔕTᗴᗪ.

KᗩI ᑭᗩᑌᔕᗴᗪ ᖴOᖇ ᗩ ᖴᗴᗯ ᔕᗴᑕOᑎᗪᔕ ᗷᗴᖴOᖇᗴ ᔕᗩYIᑎᘜ,

“ᗰY ᗰOTIᐯᗴ? I ᗯOᑌᒪᗪ ᕼᗩᐯᗴ TO ᔕᗩY TᕼᗩT ITᔕ..ᑌᗰ..ᖇᗴᐯᗴᑎᘜᗴ.” ᔕᕼᗴ ᔕᗩIᗪ.

TᕼᗴᖇᗴᗩIᑎ ᔕᗴᗴᗰᗴᗪ ᗩᗰᑌᔕᗴᗪ ᗷY TᕼIᔕ ᗩᑎᔕᗯᗴᖇ ᗩᔕ ᕼᗴ ᑕᕼᑌᑕKᒪᗴᗪ.

“ᖇᗴᐯᗴᑎᘜᗴ, ᕼᗰ? TᕼᗩT’ᔕ ᗩ ᑎOᖇᗰᗩᒪ ᗰOTIᐯᗴ. I ᗯᗩᔕ ᗴ᙭ᑭᗴᑕTIᑎᘜ ᔕOᗰᗴTᕼIᑎᘜ ᒪIKᗴ...ᑭOᗯᗴᖇ Oᖇ OᗷTᗩIᑎIᑎᘜ ᔕOᗰᗴOᑎᗴ YOᑌ ᒪOᐯᗴ, ᒪIKᗴ ᗰᗴ.” ᕼᗴ ᔕᗰOOTᕼᒪY ᔕᗩIᗪ Tᕼᗴ ᒪᗩᔕT ᑭᗩᖇT.

Tᕼᗴ ᔕTᑌᗪᗴᑎT ᗯᗩᔕ ᗩᒪOOᖴ TᕼOᑌᘜᕼ ᗩᑎᗪ ᗰᗴᖇᒪY ᗷᒪIᑎKᗴᗪ ᗩT ᕼIᗰ. TᕼᗴᖇᗴᗩIᑎ ᔕIᘜᕼᗴᗪ ᗷᗴᖴOᖇᗴ ᑭᗩIᑎTIᑎᘜ Tᕼᗴ ᔕᗰIᒪᗴ Oᑎ ᕼIᔕ ᖴᗩᑕᗴ ᗩᘜᗩIᑎ.

“ᗩᕼ, ᑎᗴᐯᗴᖇᗰIᑎᗪ..” ᕼᗴ ᔕᗩᑎᘜ.

“Ai..Kai!!” A voice shook her out of the thoughts that had inveloped her.

The said girl widly looked around before landing on Akari.

“Akari….” She tried sorting through the feelings that were twisting around her mind but was too weak to do so.

Her legs were wobbly, and she felt pathetic. Her crimson eyes filled with tears, not because she was sad, because she was frustrated. She was angry, so angry but now frustration was kicking her.

“Just leave me alone…please..” They said, trying to muster up all the frustration they could to glare at the older girl.

“…Kai..I know that you’ll never forgive me for what I did, but I love you..and I’m so so sorry..but this man that you love is not good. He will only hurt you in order to get to me. I don’t know what he told you but half of it was lies, if you come with us I’ll explain 𝗘𝗩𝗘𝗥𝗬𝗧𝗛𝗜𝗡𝗚, I swear.” Akari said, eyes now hard and serious.

The younger sister’s eyes were unfocused and she couldn’t look at Akari.

“Why…Why did you leave me..?” She asked.

The blue eyed girl’s expression changed and she gulped. She knew the answer. She just had to say it, would that make Kai come along?

“The reason I didn’t come back was because..the town’s people. They completly destroyed our house and searched everywhere for you. That forest was the only area I knew you would be safe. I was just trying to protect you..” She explained, frowning.

It took Kai awhile to regster the explaination. Her eyes finallu focused on Akari and she searched for something. Any tells of signs of lying weren’t present.

“Your not lying…?” Kai asked, mainly in disblief.

Akari shook her head.

Kai couldn’t hold back the tears that threatend to escape. They started sobbing and Akari hesataited to do something. She wasn’t sure if she should comfort the girl or do something else.

Kai felt like a moron. Everything she should for, everything she hated Akari for was built up on something that wasn’t even real. She just assumed.

KᗩI ᗯᗩᔕ ᔕTᗩᖇIᑎᘜ ᗩT Tᕼᗴ ᘜᒪᗩᔕᔕ IᑎᖴᖇOᑎT Oᖴ ᕼᗴᖇ. Tᕼᗴ Iᑕᗴ ᑕᑌᗷᗴᔕ ᗷOᗷᗷᗴᗪ ᑌᑭ ᗩᑎᗪ ᗪOᗯᑎ.

“ᗩᑭᑭᖇᗴᑎTIᑕᗴ, Tᕼᗴᖇᗴ YOᑌ ᗩᖇᗴ.” ᗩ ᗷᖇITIᔕᕼ ᗩᑕᑕᗴᑎT ᖴIᒪᒪᗴᗪ ᕼᗴᖇ ᗴᗩᖇᔕ.

Tᕼᗴ ᔕTIᒪᒪ ᔕOᗷᗴᖇ ᘜIᖇᒪ TᖇIᗴᗪ TO ᔕᑌᖇᑭᖇᗴᔕᔕ Tᕼᗴ ᘜIᗪᗪIᑎᗴᔕᔕ ᗩᑎᗪ ᗴ᙭ᑕITᗴᗰᗴᑎT ᔕᕼᗴ ᖴᗴᒪT ᗯᕼᗴᑎ ᔕᕼᗴ ᕼᗴᗩᖇᗪ ᕼIᔕ ᐯOIᑕᗴ.

“YOᑌᖇ ᗪᖇIᑎKIᑎᘜ??” ᔕᕼᗴ ᕼᗴᗩᖇᗪ TᕼᗴᖇᗴᗩIᑎ ᗩᔕK

KᗩI ᗪIᗪᑎ’T ᖇᗴᔕᑭOᑎᗪ ᗩᔕ ᔕᕼᗴ ᗯᗩTᑕᕼᗴᗪ Tᕼᗴ Oᖇᗩᑎᘜᗴ ᒪIᑫᑌIᗪ ᔕᗯIᖇᒪ ᗩᖇOᑌᑎᗪ Iᑎ Tᕼᗴ ᘜᒪᗩᔕᔕ.

Tᕼᗴ ᗰᗩᒪᗴ ᑕᗩᗰᗴ ᑌᑭ ᗷᗴᕼIᑎᗪ ᕼᗴᖇ ᗩᑎᗪ TOOK ᗩ ᑭᗴᗩK ᗩT Tᕼᗴ ᘜIᖇᒪ’ᔕ ᖴᗩᑕᗴ.

“ᗩᕼ, YOᑌ ᒪOOK ᒪOᔕT Iᑎ TᕼOᑌᘜᕼT, ᑕᗩᑎ I ᗩᔕK YOᑌ ᗯᕼᗩT ᗩᔕ YOᑌᖇ ᗩTTᗴᑎTIOᑎ OTᕼᗴᖇ Tᕼᗴᑎ ᗰᗴ?” ᕼᗴ ᗩᔕKᗴᗪ

Tᕼᗴ YOᑌᑎᘜᗴᖇ ᑭᗩᑌᔕᗴᗪ ᖴOᖇ ᗩ ᖴᗴᗯ ᗰOᖇᗴ ᔕᗴᑕOᑎᗪᔕ ᗷᗴᖴOᖇᗴ ᖇᗴᔕᑭOᑎᗪIᑎᘜ.

“I ᗪOᑎ’T KᑎOᗯ...ᒍᑌᔕT..TᕼIᑎKIᑎᘜ I ᘜᑌᗴᔕᔕ..” Tᕼᗴ YOᑌᑎᘜᗴᖇ ᗷᒪOOᗪ ᗰᗩᘜᗴ ᔕᗩIᗪ.

TᕼᗴᖇᗴᗩIᑎ ᒪOOKᗴᗪ ᗷOTᕼᗴᖇᗴᗪ ᗷY Tᕼᗴ ᒪᗩᑕK Oᖴ ᖇᗴᔕᑭOᑎᔕᗴ ᗷᑌT ᔕIᘜᕼᗴᗪ ᗩᑎᗪ ᔕᗩT ᑎᗴ᙭T TO ᕼᗴᖇ.

“I KᑎOᗯ ᗯᗴ ᗩᖇᗴ Oᖴ Tᕼᗴ ᔕᗩᗰᗴ KIᑎᗪ..ᗩᑎᗪ YᗴT ᔕOᗰᗴTIᗰᗴᔕ I ᔕTIᒪᒪ ᑕᗩᑎ’T ᖴIᘜᑌᖇᗴ YOᑌ OᑌT..” TᕼᗴᖇᗴᗩIᑎ ᔕᗩIᗪ, ᕼᗴ ᔕᗴᗴᗰᗴᗪ ᗩᑎᑎOYᗴᗪ ᗩT ᕼIᗰᔕᗴᒪᖴ.

“I ᘜᑌᗴᔕᔕ YOᑌᖇ ᒍᑌᔕT TᕼᗩT ᗴᑎTᕼᖇᗩᒪᒪIᑎᘜ TO ᗰᗴ..ᒪIKᗴ ᗩ ᗰYᔕTᗴᖇY I ᕼᗩᐯᗴ TᖇOᑌᗷᒪᗴ ᗯᖇᗩᑭᑭIᑎᘜ ᗰY ᕼᗴᗩᗪ ᗩᖇOᑌᑎᗪ ᗩᑎᗪ ᑌᑎᗪᗴᖇᔕTᗩᑎᗪIᑎᘜ. ᒪIKᗴ, Oᑎᗴ ᔕᗴᑕOᑎᗪ I TᕼIᑎK I’ᒪᒪ ᖴIᑎᗩᒪᒪY ᑌᑎᗪᗴᖇᔕTᗩᑎᗪ ᗩᑎᗪ Tᕼᗴᑎ Tᕼᗴ ᑎᗴ᙭T ᔕᗴᑕOᑎᗪ I ᗪOᑎ’T.” Tᕼᗴ Tᗩᒪᒪ ᗰᗩᒪᗴ ᗴ᙭ᑭᒪᗩIᑎᗴᗪ, ᒪOOKIᑎᘜ ᗩT KᗩI ᗩT Tᕼᗴ ᗴᑎᗪ Oᖴ ᕼIᔕ ᖇᗩᑎT.

KᗩI, ᗰᗴᗩᑎᗯᕼIᒪᗴ ᕼᗩᗪ ᗪOᗯᑎᗴᗪ TᕼᗴIᖇ ᗪᖇIᑎK ᗩᑎᗪ ᗯᗩITᗴᗪ ᖴOᖇ Tᕼᗴ ᗩᖴᖴᗴᑕT TO KIᑕK Iᑎ.

“I’ᐯᗴ ᕼᗴᗩᖇᗪ ᔕIᗰIᒪᗩᖇ OᑭIᑎIOᑎᔕ ᖴᖇOᗰ OTᕼᗴᖇ ᑭᗴOᑭᒪᗴ.” TᕼᗴY ᔕIᗰᑭᒪY ᔕᗩIᗪ.

Tᕼᗴ ᖇᗴᗪ ᗴYᗴᗪ ᗰᗩᒪᗴ ᔕTᗩᖇᗴᗪ ᗩT ᕼᗴᖇ ᖴOᖇ ᗩ ᖴᗴᗯ ᗰOᖇᗴ ᔕᗴᑕOᑎᗪᔕ ᗷᗴᖴOᖇᗴ ᒪOOKIᑎᘜ ᗩᗯᗩY.

“ᕼᗴY, ᗪO YOᑌ ᒪIKᗴ ᗰᗴ?” ᕼᗴ ᔕᑌᗪᗪᗴᑎᒪY ᗷᖇOᑌᘜᕼT Oᑎ.

TᕼᗩT ᗯOKᗴ Tᕼᗴ ᔕᕼOᖇTᗴᖇ ᔕTᖇᗩIᘜᕼT ᑌᑭ ᗩᔕ ᕼᗴᖇ ᗴYᗴᔕ ᗯᗴᖇᗴ ᗷIᘜᘜᗴᖇ ᗩᑎᗪ ᗰOᖇᗴ ᗩᒪᗴᖇT. ᗩᑎᗪ ᕼᗴᖇ ᑭOᔕTᑌᖇᗴ Tᑌᖇᑎᗴᗪ ᔕTIᖴᖴ.

“ᗴᖇᖇ..I ᘜᑌᗴᔕᔕ IT ᗯOᑌᒪᗪ ᗪᗴᑭᗴᑎᗪ Oᑎ Tᕼᗴ ᑕOᑎTᗴ᙭T Oᖴ Tᕼᗴ ᑫᑌᗴᔕTIOᑎ..” Tᕼᗴ ᗯOᖇᗪᔕ ᔕTᑌᗰᗷᒪᗴᗪ OᑌT Oᖴ ᕼᗴᖇ ᗰOᑌTᕼ.

TᕼᗴᖇᗴᗩIᑎ Tᑌᖇᑎᗴᗪ TO ᒪOOK ᗩT ᕼᗴᖇ ᑎOᗯ, ᗴ᙭ᑭᖇᗴᔕᔕIOᑎ Oᑎᗴ Oᖴ ᗩᗰᑌᔕᗴᗰᗴᑎT.

“ᗯᕼᗩTᗴᐯᗴᖇ ᑕOᑎTᗴ᙭T YOᑌ ᗯIᔕᕼ IT TO ᗷᗴ.” ᕼᗴ ᔕᗩIᗪ, ᔕᗰIᒪIᑎᘜ ᗩT ᕼᗴᖇ.

Tᕼᗴ OTᕼᗴᖇ ᗯᕼITᗴ-ᑎᗴTTᗴ ᔕᗯᗩᒪᒪOᗯᗴᗪ, ᑕᕼᗴᗴKᔕ TᑌᖇᑎIᑎᘜ ᗩ ᒪITTᒪᗴ ᖇᗴᗪ. IT ᗯᗩᔕ ᑭᖇOᗷᗩᗷᒪY ᗷᗴᑕᗩᑌᔕᗴ Oᖴ Tᕼᗴ ᗪᖇIᑎK.

“ᑌᗰ..Yᗴᔕ I ᗯOᑌᒪᗪ ᔕᗩY I ᒪIKᗴ YOᑌ..“ ᔕᕼᗴ ᔕᗩIᗪ, TᖇYIᑎᘜ TO ᑭᒪᗩY IT Oᖴᖴ.

“ᖇᗴᗩᒪᒪYYYY?” Tᕼᗴ ᗰᗩᒪᗴ ᔕTIᒪᒪ ᖇᗴᔕTᗴᗪ ᕼIᔕ ᑕᕼᗴᗴK Iᑎ ᕼIᔕ ᕼᗩᑎᗪ ᗩᑎᗪ ᔕᗰIᒪᗴᗪ TᗴᗩᔕIᑎᘜᒪY ᗩT ᕼᗴᖇ, ᗯᗩTᑕᕼIᑎᘜ ᗩᔕ KᗩI ᘜᖇᗴᗯ ᖴᒪᑌᔕTᗴᖇᗴᗪ.

“I..I ᗰᗴᗩᑎ-..” TᕼᗴY ᘜᖇOᗩᑎᗴᗪ ᗩT Tᕼᗴ ᗴᑎᗪ Oᖴ TᕼᗴIᖇ ᔕᗴᑎTᗴᑎᑕᗴ.

TᕼᗴᖇᗴᗩIᑎ ᒪᗩᑌᘜᕼᗴᗪ ᗷᗴᖴOᖇᗴ ᑕᒪOᔕIᑎᘜ ᕼIᔕ ᗴYᗴᔕ ᗩᑎᗪ ᔕᗩYIᑎᘜ,

“ᗩᕼᗩᕼᗩ! YOᑌᖇ ᑕᑌTᗴ, KᗩI.” ᕼᗴ ᔕᗩIᗪ.

TᕼᗴIᖇ ᖴᗩᑕᗴ Tᑌᖇᑎᗴᗪ ᗴᐯᗴᑎ ᖇᗴᗪᗪᗴᖇ ᗩᑎᗪ TᕼᗴIᖇ ᖇᗴᗪ ᗴYᗴᔕ ᘜᖇᗴᗯ ᗯIᗪᗴ. TᕼᗴY ᗯᗩTᑕᕼᗴᗪ ᗩᔕ ᕼᗴ ᒪᗩᑌᘜᕼᗴᗪ ᗩᑎᗪ ᔕTIᒪᒪ ᔕᗰIᒪᗴᗪ ᗯITᕼ ᕼIᔕ ᗴYᗴᔕ ᑕᒪOᔕᗴᗪ.

“I love him…I love him so much..” Kai whimpered as memories of them together floded her thoughts.

The older girl’s expression changed into one of pity. She felt bad for Kai, she really did. But Kai’s crush was going to show up soon and Akari wanted to leave and take Kai with them.

“I know you do Kai, being with someone for a year constantly, you must have built up so much love for him.” She spoke softly.

Kai’s tears wouldn’t stop as she tried to wipe them. Her throat felt clogged and her nose was runny.

“I promised him I wouldn’t leave him like you did..I promised..” She mummbled, staring at the ground.

“I’m so sorry my love, but we 𝗛𝗔𝗩𝗘 to leave.” Jien said, looking at the older sister.

“No. I am not leaving them here again.” Akari shot a look at the male and he sighed and backed down.

The red eyed girl weakly looked up at Akari and her heart twinged.

“Come on, let’s go..” The heterocromida eyed girl said, gently wrapping an arm around Kai’s waist and bascially making her come along.

“I’m sorry…I’m so sorry..I’m so sorry..” They said, looking down at their feet as Akari heaved them along.

Akari sighed deeply and manged a warm smile. Kai’s expression changed and she stared in awe.

“It’s okay, really. Your with me now..” She comforted the younger girl.

Jien was in the front of the group, bascially leading the way.

“Here, come.” His thick accent rang, walking a little faster.

The group stiffend but walked at his same pace. Kai spared little glances back to where they were before. But now she was with Akari, away from him. And she felt awful.

Was this the right thing to do? Leave him? Would he hunt down Kai liked he’s doing with Akari? She coudln’t help but feel dread. But untheless, she turned away from the area, and looked onwards.

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