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EXTREMELY feral normal about this one. Like. Mmm.
:3 go ahead , be abnormal in my replies (PLEASEI'd love to hear ur thoughts lol)
I just loooove the tragic doomed love of it all, Torchbearer knows there is no way out of this but he'd rather die at Tyler's side than on a distant shore, never seeing the core of everything he loves ever again.
he chooses to go back, to surrender himself, so that even if Tyler is lost to the war and there's no going back,, at least he will have always known Torchbearer loved him. always.
#the crushing heartbreak never ceases though#watching the person he loves have his entire sense of self torn to shreds and there's nothing he can do to save him#because if he opens his mouth it would get them both killed#so he remains stoic and silent simply watching from the sidelines#from his drum set#playing shows and waiting#hoping tyler will come to his senses#but also#if he doesn't...#he'd rather die alongside him than say goodbye :3#tøp#lorewhore#mine#letters#joshler
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Reason to Love
Draco thought that dread would fill him as he stared across the ballroom at Harry. He had hoped dread would fill him. That would have meant that part of him had moved on. But even as the green eyes he loved so much filled with a hatred that he wished he too felt, all that remained in his veins was painâagonizing pain that hurt just as badly as it did when Harry walked out of his flat, and then more importantly his life.
Deep breaths and calming thoughts did nothing to soothe his hyperactive heartbeat the longer he stared. Proprietyâwhich had been instilled in him at birthâwas chagrined at the notion of prolonged focus, but he couldnât bring himself to look away. Months of no contact deluded his mind into thinking even an extended blink would cause Harry to disappear as if he had only ever been a product of wishful thinking.
Their locked gazes ceased being mutual as Harry turned to his date, successfully blocking Draco from his line of sight, who was left standing there staring at his backâlike a weirdo.
With a lot of strength that would have disgusted who he had been emotionally even just a year ago, Draco moved across the room toward the balconyâignoring everyone who made space to talk to him, knowing it would reach his mother come morning but he had long ago lost his will to give a fuck.
As Draco looked over the railing, mind not fully seeing the landscape as his distracted thoughts took over, part of him wished he did give a fuck. Because the person staring blankly at gaudy untrimmed hedges was a mess. A distinguished mess, sure, but a mess nonethelessâone he didnât appreciate seeing echoed in his reflection when he could no longer hide from the lies that others believed so easily.
I am fine.
It fell off the tongue quickly; a gut reaction to deflect from the glaring obvious. He wasnât fine and the only one who knew the truth was the same one who stared back at him in the bathroom mirror every morning.
Lying came naturally. If not because of who he was, then it was the Slytherin characteristics he embodied because he had no other personality traits to rely on. It was easy to lie, especially when those around him wanted it to be the truth. Convincing them was a breeze, but convincing himself was impossible.
His eyes slipped closed as he took a few deep breaths, wishing that it was as calming as his Mind Healer preached. Sweat beaded on his forehead and despite being outside, all it brought him was the sweltering humidity of the summer night.
âIâd say you have a lot of nerve showing up here, but you never had that, so letâs just call it stupidity and be done with it.â
Dracoâs lips parted as he withheld a breathless gasp at the sound of Harryâs voice. A sound he wasnât sure his memory properly emulated over the last few months, it seemed different. Or maybe it was because it was filled with the same hatred that had been in Harryâs gaze.
He didnât want to turn around, and despite how bloody cowardice that was, he hadnât been put in Gryffindor for a reason. Turning around meant facing not just Harry but facing all the lies he had been telling himself. If Draco turned around, his sense of stability would shatter just as easily as his heart did when Harry left.
I am fine.
With the smallest shred of gumption he possessed, Draco squared his shoulders and did the stupid thing by turning around.
Being up close granted him nothing more than being across the room had. It wasnât as if he felt better, in all actuality he felt worse. At least far away he had been able to keep a semblance of distance even if it was just an illusion. Up close the hatred in Harryâs eyes was more prominent, held more emotion and made it impossible to hide from, even if he glanced away.
âStupidity is the root of bravery, you should know that,â Draco countered, not bothering to try and find comfort in the insults. Those used to be Harryâs favorite way of showing affection.
âThatâs where you and I are different,â Harry said, voice as quiet as the breeze that Draco wished would combat the humidity. But in reality, all it did was make him feel worse. âYou never had a flair for that.â
While entirely accurate, it stung a little.
âWhat do you want?â Draco couldnât help but ask. âIf itâs just to insult me, save the foreplay for your date, will you?â
Wishful thinking had him imagining the hatred in Harryâs eyes dimming enough for annoyance to take over. While Draco was adept at handling both, annoyance was far easier.
âYou knew Iâd be here,â Harry said, eyes roaming Dracoâs face in a manner that made him uncomfortable.
âI wasnât aware you bought out the Ministry,â Draco drawled, hating the familiarity to the banter. âIf need be, do check the invitation list, wonât you? My name is on it.â Â
âYouâve avoided every function where weâd be in the same room, excuse me for thinking youâd do the same tonight.â
There was something in the tone that had Draco frowning. There was clearly annoyance, but he wasnât sure at what. Was Harry upset that he hadnât been around? Or was he upset that he showed up?
âYouâve been missing me, have you?â It was supposed to be sarcastic but a piece of Draco longed to know the answer, no matter how pathetic it made him feel.
There was no answer, only a hard stare that held far too many emotions to decipher. The longer Harry remained silent, the more he feared there would be no answer at all. The dark parts of his mind that never once believed the lies he tried to delude himself into whispered, did he have the right to know?
âIâm not sure,â Harry finally answered after several long uncomfortable moments. âThere are times I think I hate you, and then there are times when I wonder why it has to be the present and why it canât be four months ago when I loved you so strongly.â
The agonizing pain returned and it was strong enough to close his eyes. Getting answers wasnât always a good thing. Now all Draco wanted was for Harry to shut up.
âAnd the middle ground?â Draco wondered. âWhich one is more prominent?â
Harry exhaled deeply, strong enough to blow away strands of messy unkempt hair.
âI donât know.â
Strangely, that hurt Draco the most. The indecisive approach to love.
âThatâs where you and I are different,â Draco parroted Harryâs words, watching the way something gleamed in his eyes.
âIf there is a reason to love, then that means the love changes when the reason is gone. I loved you without any reason,â Draco blinked rapidly, wishing the stinging of his eyes was because of the sweat still marring his face.
âWhile the temperament of your love has changed, mine hasnât. Itâs still there; whole, intact and going without pause.â
It was Harryâs turn to close his eyes as he covered his face briefly.
âI wish I could be like you,â Draco admitted what his teenage self never would have. âNot just your characteristics, not just your bravery, but perhaps if I loved like you did, then Iâd be able to move on. If I let my love get bitter or angry then it would let in distance, would let in reasons to change it.â
Knowing that Harryâs love had changed and hearing it were two different things. It wasnât fair. Harry got to be angry, got to fester over it and got to find closure even if it came in waves of pain. All Draco was left with was pain while the love was still there. But if love when bruised, torn and scratched remained one-sided, it would only ever lead to more pain.
âWho says I moved on?â
The question had his brows arching as he tried to understand why Harry seemed to bristle.
âAre you saying you havenât?â
When Harry threw his hands in the air, Draco grew more confused.
âI donât know,â Harry whispered, and for the first time in a long time the tone was lost. âIt comes and goes. There are days where I donât think of you at all and it feels like a step in moving on, but then when I least expect it, you creep up into my mind and it breaks my heart all over again.â
âDespite what you might think, Iâve never wanted to hurt you,â Draco said, unable to keep the desperation to be believed from seeping through. There were a lot of assumptions people had of him, and he never bothered to correct them. Letting people believe what they wanted to was far easier than changing their mind. But the one thing he couldnât do was let Harry think that he never cared.
There was a soft devastation to Harryâs face before, âI know that, Iâve always known that.â Â
âThen I donâtââ
âI havenât moved on,â Harry said, and the determination to the tone held a touch of surprise, as if Harry was only just realizing. âBecause even when I think of you and it hurts I still wouldnât want that to go away. I donât want to one day think of you and it not bring me back to happy times. I donât want to think of you and it be a distant memory with no emotion. I want to think of you and feel something, even if it hurts.â
âThatâs not healthy,â Draco blurted before his mind caught up with what he was really hearing.
Harry snorted, lips tilting up in a ghost of a smile. One that still caused his heart to skip a beat, followed by a jolt of pain with the knowledge that he had forgotten how beautiful it was.
âAnd youâre the epitome of healthy, are you?â Harry returned, lips still quirked. Â
âNo,â Draco shook his head, unable to banter when the truth of the statement touched a bit too close to home. âIf I was, I wouldnât love you like this. Not with the same ferocity, not with the same passion. Not when it hurts me like this.â
Harry shifted on the balls of his feet as his tongue swiped across a plump bottom lip nervously. âWhat if I donât want you to be healthy?â
There was a beat of silence as Dracoâs squinted, forehead creasing harshly. âCome again?â
A red flush graced tanned cheeks as Harryâs hands waved frantically. âThat came out wrong.â
âIt always did when it came to you.â Was that a tease? Draco wasnât sure that was wise. Not when it would just hurt more in the end.
A glare with little heat was sent his way and Draco hated that he craved it, hated that a simple glare could cause his breath to quicken and the tempo of his heart rate increase.
âWhat if we attempt something,â Harry gestured between them with a hand. âAgain?â
Oh boy.
Draco took a deep breath, Â not daring himself to hope, not even sure if it was all real or just another illusion to lie to himself with.
âIs that wise?â Draco asked, ever the worrier. âIt hurts now, I donât want to imagine the pain should it happen again. I donât think Iâm ready for that.â No matter how much he wanted it.
âGive me a chance to love you without reason too.â
How could something so sweet hurt more than cruelty? Dracoâs heart felt close to breaking, wasnât sure he had much more in him.
âNot to mention your love is torn, isnât it?â He continued as if Harry hadnât spoken. âYou werenât sure about the love and hate, that canât have changed already.â
âWhy donât you let me worry about that?â
âNot when itâs my heart thatâs the causality.â
âBoth of our hearts,â corrected Harry.
âExactly,â Draco said with a small shrug. âNot even an hour ago you were glaring at me, itâs not so easy to let go of the bitterness, even if you love me too. I think we need time to acclimate, maybe find out whatâs different. It has been months, Iâm sure things have changed.â
There was a flash of amusement in green eyes and Draco almost regretted the whole conversation.
âYou wanting to woo me, Malfoy?â
Malfoy.
Merlin, it was a breath of fresh air to hear his surname from Harry. What started out as a formality, never being granted the pleasure of the familiarity enough to use first names during their youth, had changed into fondness as they dated.
Malfoy.
The name that brought pride to his father but shame to him.
Malfoy.
The name that was only ever uttered with animosity and contempt.
Malfoy.
The name that fell from Harryâs lips with love and not a hint of a sneer.
Malfoy.
âYeah,â Draco began, a small reserved smile quirking his lips. âI think I do.â
He was Malfoy, and on his favorite occasions, he was Harryâs Malfoy. Â
#Drarry#Draco Malfoy#Harry Potter#angst#getting back together#exes#saw a quote on twitter that inspired this#the quote is in the fic too
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Treetops {j.h}
Request: â(Can you make it super angsty and fluffy please đĽ°)
But can you make one where Iâm walking around and get attacked by a vampire. Edward gets there just as Iâm about to die and I beg for him to change me so I wouldnât have to leave Jasper (heâs my mate) and heâs so sad for me because he feels like Iâm a sister to him so he changes me just as my eyes close. He freaks out and takes me to the house where Carlisle is and Carlisle eases his mind that he had done it just in time(like with Bella in the end of the last one of breaking dawn part 1) . Then he when Jasper canât find me he goes home all sad and worried and as he walks in Edward sits him down and tells him. He feels really bad and sits down by my side holding my hand just waiting as Alice and rose changes me into a cute summer dress. When I wake up it kinda like when Bella dose and Jasper is not there when I do so I end up going to look for him. In the end we just cuddle just happy to be together and read my favorite books.â from @faithie-brock-gillespie01â
Warnings: one use of a derogatory term (not a slur or anything), mentions of scars and nakedness but not too graphic in either
A/n: sorry iâve been away for forever. yes, iâm still active and i see everything people send me (dm wise or in ask-form) anyway, i really really love this and i hope you do too
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You know itâs a bad idea. Growing up, everyone always told you not to walk alone at night. But, being the independent person you are, you took self defense classes and never went far without your pocket knife. But over the past year, being surrounded by your boyfriend Jasper all the time made you loosen the reigns a bit. Soon, the countless hours you spent in your basement practicing Hammer and Heel Palm strikes were faded lessons that sat collecting dust in the back of your mind. You didnât have to worry about defending yourself when Jasper was always around to do it for you, and after graduating college, you would be almost indestructible like him anyway. So, yes, you know better than to be walking through the forest, in the dark nonetheless, but anger has clouded your common sense and thatâs the excuse you were currently using to make yourself feel better.
The tall trees on either side of you make you feel claustrophobic. You take deep, shuddering breaths as you fight back tears. So maybe youâre sensitive, youâve been told once or twice, but the thought of someone you thought to be one of your closest friends gossiping and spreading hurtful stuff about you would make anyone's throat tighten. Your roommate had approached you earlier in the week, she was planning a huge birthday party for your best friend back home in Forks. Of course youâd come, you said. You came home every weekend anyway, courtesy of your super generous boyfriend and his very illegal speeding. He even dropped you off at the party, which is what led to you running through the woods.
You had shown up to the party, a bottle of your best friendâs alcohol of choice in hand, and a black dress that stopped just before your knee tight on your body. The loud, booming music hurt your ears, but you soldiered through and greeted your friend with a hug.
âHappy birthday!â You said, a large smile stretching across your face. She laughed pulling you into her arms.Â
âI wasnât sure you were coming.â Your roommate that stood next to her said. You gave her a confused look, pulling back from the hug.
âWhat do you mean? Of course Iâd come.â You said laughing it off. Holding up the alcohol, you asked where to put it.
âOver on that table.â Your best friend said. You smile and walk off, placing the hefty bottle on the colorfully covered table. You went to grab a solo cup, a glittery 22 printed neatly on the plastic. Filling it with your alcohol of choice, you brought it to your lips to take a sip.
âShould you really be doing that? While youâre.. You know.â A voice came from your right, and you glanced over to see a friend of your best friend. Â
âWhile Iâm what?â You asked, raising an eyebrow. Waiting for his response, you took a sip of the bitter drink.
âPregnant.â He said. You choked on the alcohol, coughing as it dribbled down your chin.Â
âExcuse me?â You asked, grabbing a napkin to wipe the drink before it reached your dress.Â
âI just- I donât- everyoneâs been saying that youâre pregnant.â He sputtered, a pink tinge on his cheeks evident even through the flashing lights of the party.
âWell Iâm not,â You chuckled nervously, somewhat amused. You leaned closer to him, lowering your voice. âWhere did you hear that?â
His eyebrows furrowed. He leaned in close, mimicking what you had just done. When he murmured your best friendâs name, a cold sweat washed over your body. Your hands shook as you placed the drink back down on the table. Leaving him behind, you walked over to your best friend and grasped her arm, pulling her away and upstairs into a spare bedroom.Â
âTell me it isnât true.â You demanded, fury igniting flames in your heart. She shut the door behind her, setting her drink down on the dresser.
She laughed dryly, crossing her arms over her chest and leaning on one leg. âOf course itâs true.â
âWhy would you say something like that? You know Iâm not.. Pregnant!â You yelled, stepping closer to her.Â
âDonât act like youâre so innocent. With all the unprotected sex you brag about having, you might as well be!â She said, matching your voice level.Â
âIt was one time! And he canât get me pregnant anyway, I already told you that!â You replied, fighting back tears that tried to escape.Â
âSo? Whoâs to say that you arenât sleeping around with other people? Play stupid games, you get stupid prizes.â She said, rolling her eyes.Â
âIâm sorry, Iâm really really sorry. I didnât want to, Professor Michaels-â You started to say, but she slapped you before you could finish what you were saying.Â
âI would never! Why would you do this? I thought we were friends?â You asked, hurt laced in your voice. She moved closer to you, the smell of alcohol creating waves off of her breath.
âI told you not to enter the contest. You knew how much it meant to me and you still entered. And you won. My parents wonât even make eye contact! Theyâve taken away my weekly allowance!â She said, tears spilling over the heavily lined lower lid of her eyes. She poked a finger to your chest, causing nerves to fire up in pain.
âProfessor Michaels this, Professor Michaels that; Youâre probably sleeping with him too, you slut!â She screamed, clenching her fists at her sides. You take the full cup from the dresser, and splash her in her face. You both stood in silence for a moment, before you turned on your heel and briskly walked out of the room, slamming the door so loud that you could hear it over the music. People watched as you came down the stairs, but you avoided their gaze and ran out the back door into the cool night sky. You had almost brought Jasper to the party, schedules had finally lined up to introduce him to your friends since freshman orientation. Now you were glad you hadnât. You hadnât even thought about calling him for a ride, you were too blind with rage. But youâd soon come to regret letting emotions cloud your judgment.Â
The smell of wet earth comforts you as you double over, hands on your knees and taking large gasps of air. As much as you would love to lean against a tree, you just bought this dress and youâre not ready to ruin it quite yet. You shiver, standing up straight and hugging yourself, trying to retain some warmth. As you look around, you notice that the only light in sight was the moon. The house is nowhere to be seen, and you pull your phone out of your pocket to see that you donât have cell reception. Suddenly you arenât cold anymore, your face flushing with anxiety as your newly calmed breathing speeds up again. But then you hear something that causes a false sense of security; footsteps.Â
âOh thank God.â You say, turning around. Before you can make out whoâs there, youâre knocked to the ground. A sharp pain tears into the inside of your elbow, and you scream out in pain. Tears fall down your cheeks as you take a sharp intake of breath.Â
âJasper!â You scream at the top of your lungs. You know itâs a stretch, but the Cullenâs house is only a few miles away and there is a chance they could hear. âPlease! Someone hel-â
A cool hand clamps over your mouth, snuffing any chance of words to escape. You sob as your blood drains, your body starting to shut down. As black starts flooding your eyesight, your attacker is flung off of you and crashes into a nearby tree. You gasp, fumbling to put pressure on the gushing wound. You curl into a fetus position, the sharp earth pressing into the skin of your face nothing compared to the gash in your arm. You canât see well, but you can make out the garbled voices of Jasperâs brothers, Emmett and Edward. You think you hear Rosalie too.Â
âTake care of y/n, we got âem.â Emmett says, referring to you. You feel cool hands lift your limp body, and you groan.
âJasper..â You say. Tears stiffen your cheeks as you grow tired. Your eyes flutter closed and hands grasp your numbing arm.Â
âItâs torn to shreds, thereâs no chance of survival.â Edward says. You arenât sure if heâs talking to you or himself.
âPlease,â You muster the strength to say two more words. You just need to say two more words. âT-Turn.. Me.âÂ
âI canât.â He says. You want to respond, but your body finally goes fully limp in his arms, and he makes a split-second decision. He buries his head in your neck and sinks his teeth in. You donât feel it immediately, but soon, fire roars through your entire body. You groan in pain, not strong enough to make anything louder. Before you drift off, you feel wind whipping past your hair as youâre carried through the forest.
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âCarlisle!â Edward calls out, carrying your unresponsive body in his arms. He practically flies up the stairs into Carlisleâs office, and Emmett opens the door before he can kick it down. The doctor strides over, eyebrows pulled together in worry.
âWhat happened?â He asks. Edwardâs at a loss for words, his mouth agape. âEdward, what happened?âÂ
âWe- I- There was screaming.. And then we found a newborn on top of her. Her arm is torn to shreds, thereâs no way she would survive it.â Edward says, his gaze avoiding your body. Carlisle senses his uncomfort, and motions for him to set you down on an exam table. You lay on the vinyl, looking almost peaceful if it wasnât for the blood slathered over your neck and upper torso.Â
âTell me I did the right thing..â Edward pleads. Carlisle glances up at him while examining your arm.
âShe would have been turned regardless. You just sped up the process.â He reassures. Edward, obviously, can tell that Carlisle is being sincere. You had literally asked for it, of course, but still he felt guilty. The taste of blood on his tongue became too much, and he turned around, stalking out of the room. Though the door shut behind him, it was reopened by Esme, peeking her head in. She brings her hand to her mouth, clearly shocked.Â
She walks over, yet still keeping her distance. âSomeone needs to find Jasper.â She murmurs through her palm.
âBring me water and a sponge, please.â He asks softly, pain straining his voice. Esme nods and leaves. Carlisle sighs, placing his hands on the table and looking down at you. When he first met you, he was worried. He knew that you were intelligent and was scared that youâd figure out their secret prematurely. But soon after, you weaseled your way into their hearts. It was only a few months in when you found out, and it shocked everyone with how nonchalant you were about it. Then about a month after that, you discussed your future with Jasper and decided that after graduation youâd join them and their undeadness. That was the plan.
Downstairs, Edwardâs phone rings. The caller ID says his brotherâs name, though heâs not sure how to answer.Â
âHello?â Edward answers. âHelloâ seems too relaxed, he thinks.Â
âAlice called me. She said she canât see Y/n anymore. Something happened at the party and sheâs not answering her phone.â Jasper says, sounding as out of breath as a vampire can. Edward glances at Rosalie, whose face is neutral, though she seems to find comfort in Emmettâs arm around her.
âYou need to come home.â Edward says, then closes the flip phone and drops it onto the couch. It rings again, but the room remains still until Esme brushes past with a tub of water and a sponge.
âHeâs going to need your support.â Esme says. Rosalie looks up and crosses her arms, shrugging from Emmettâs embrace.
âHe should have known better than to get attached to a human.â She says, though halfheartedly.Â
âIâll ground you.â Esme warns as she ascends the stairs. She knocks on Carlisleâs office door, then enters. Placing the bowl down next to him, she hugs him from behind and wraps her arms around his stiff torso. Pressing her head between his shoulder blades, he relaxes in her hold. âHe did the right thing, right?âÂ
âI.. I believe so, yes. Jasper would be ruined without her.â Carlisle says, not sure if heâs reassuring himself, or her. âYou can leave, I need to get the blood gone before he gets here.âÂ
âHeâll be here soon. Edward hung up in him.â She responds. Carlisle sighs, and grabs the sponge, dipping it in the water. He drags it over your exposed skin as Esme exits, red, watery streaks running down and pooling in your collarbone area. He leaves the areas covered by clothes for Alice or Esme to clean, not that he expects there to be much there anyway. Once you appear to be blood-free, he takes a large bandage and covers your arm, but is soon interrupted by a door slamming and glass shattering on the lower level.Â
âCarlisleâs up there, y/nâs in good hands.â Edward says, placing a tentative hand on Jasperâs shoulder. He shakes off his brotherâs touch, striding up the stairs three at a time. He enters the room and rushes over to you, his eyes examining every inch of your ghostly silhouette. He hesitates, but then takes your hand and presses it to his lips. He closes his eyes, feeling as close to crying as heâs ever felt before. A chair scraping the floor takes him by surprise, which is something that doesnât happen much to vampires.Â
âWhat happened?â He murmurs, lips tickling the soft skin on the back of your hand. He sits in the chair Carlisle offered, but doesnât take his eyes off of you.
âNewborn attack. Edward, Emmett, and Rose found her.â Carlisle says. Jasper stares blankly at your paler-than-normal face.Â
âShe was supposed to call me when she was ready to leave. Why was she in the woods?â He asks.Â
âI canât answer that.âÂ
âWill she.. Is she going to wake up? Will she turn?â He asks. Carlisle folds his arms and leans against his desk.Â
âI think so, yes.â He answers. Jasper looks at his father for a moment, then returns his gaze back to you. âAll we can do now is wait.âÂ
After a few days, you started to show signs of improvement. You had slimmed out in some places, filled out in others. The warm hues of your skin color had completely drained, and there was a raised scar on your neck from Edwardâs venom. He tried very hard not to think about it, but whenever he saw it he felt a twinge of jealousy in his belly. If Edward had heard him think it, he was generous enough not to mention it. Turning someone is intimate, for most vampires at least, and he had been looking forward to a special night. Heâd give you a few more âhuman experiencesâ (wink wink) and then bite you before returning to the Cullen house. But now his brother had laid claim on you, whether it was intentional or not.
Alice bounds through the door, Rosalie in tow. Rose holds a dress folded over the crook of her arm, a flash of what Jasper recognizes as your favorite color all over it. Alice flips you onto your side, rather roughly, and Jasper jumps to his feet.
âWhat are you doing?â He asks. Rosalie unzips the back of your black dress and starts to pull it off of your shoulders.
âGetting your girlfriend naked.â She says, fighting back a smug smile. Jasper holds his hand up, shielding your body from his view.
âNothing you havenât seen before, Jas.â Alice says with a chuckle.
 âNot while sheâs unconscious.â Jasper takes one last look at your unobstructed face, then leaves the room.Â
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Turn me. Your words echo in your mind, and you jolt into a sitting position. You blink a few times before your eyes come into focus. You glance down, your hands turned palms up. You can see every fine detail of your fingerprints, the undersides of your fingernails darkened from clawing at the earth, but the tops freshly painted over. Your hair flutters down over your eyes, and the sun shines through the strand, creating a glowing effect that youâve never noticed so intensely before. You swallow, your throat feeling like two pieces of sandpaper rubbing together. You run your fingers over your neck, lips parting when you feel the puckered skin that.. Edward? No way. You slide off of the vinyl exam table and your bare feet touch the floor. You skate across to the other side of the room to a floor length mirror, and you gasp when you see your reflection.
It doesnât much look like you, but it mimics your movement and expressions so well that it must be. Your hair has grown at least half an inch, and your body is sleek and toned. You run your palms down your torso and the thin, silky fabric of a fit & flared summer dress makes your insides smile. You twirl, feeling light on your feet, and the fabric flows around like a graceful tornado. You laugh, a melodic, bubbly sound bouncing off of the walls. The noise comes to a halt in your throat as you catch a glimpse of your arm out of your peripheral vision, however. You pull your arm into your full vision, and feel almost lightheaded when you see a large area of the skin patched together and covered in a thick bramble of scars. Thereâs a knock in the doorway, and you let your arm go limp before taking a hesitant step towards your boyfriend.Â
âYouâre awake.â He says. You nod. âAre you thirsty?â You nod again. He takes a step forward, and in a moment, you meet in the middle and he sweeps you into his arms. You inhale his scent, stronger than youâve ever smelled it before, as you rest your head into the crook of his neck.Â
âIâm sorry.â You say, and though it doesnât really sound like you, the words come from your heart. He inhales your scent too, nuzzling his nose into your hair.Â
âFor what?â He asks, but the strain in his voice lets you know that he knows. You turn your head, your cheek on his shoulder, and close your eyes.
âWe had a plan.â You say.Â
âItâs okay.â He reassures. You can feel the calmness radiating off of him in waves of serenity, and since the night in the woods, youâve craved this more than anything.
âI love you.â You say, and even though it wasnât the first time exchanging those three words, it was the first time they held such an impact.Â
Two months have gone by, and vampirism suits you well. You moved out of your dorm, and now youâre finishing your degree virtually. You cut off ties with your college peers, and found a new community back home. Jasper almost never left your side (save for book club every other Tuesday) and you both decided to get married the next spring.Â
âShh, Iâm trying to read.â You lightheartedly complain, gently pushing Jasper and causing him to almost fall off of the tree you both are lying in. The branch dips slightly as he redistributes his weight to support you resting against his chest. His arms hold you close as you try to focus on the book in your lap, but between the view of the water from the treetop and his persistent need for attention, you fail. He snatches the book from your lap and softly grasps your chin, turning your head to bring his lips to yours.Â
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01 | first period biology
pairing â spider-man!vernon x ofc
word count â 3k
genres â spider-man au, marvel au, fluff, action, angst, humor
warnings â violence, mentions of school tests
summary â vernon doesnât entertain bad guys on monday mornings, but the villain of the day apparently didnât seem to have gotten the memo.
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I do not have time for this.
Vernon swung through the air, landing nimbly on the road just a few feet behind the newest menace that had decided to grace his neighborhood with its presence. The self-proclaimed Rhinoâbasically a guy in a rhinoceros suit, as the name suggestedâwas tearing down 108th street at breakneck speed, which was almost as fast as Vernon mid-swing. Almost.
âHey, slow down!â he called as he launched himself towards the suited man, and a little kid with a lollipop gaped as Spider-Man swung right towards the Rhino, legs stretched straight before him. âTsk, how are we supposed to tango if I canât even keep up?â
Rhino roared when Vernon dropkicked him right in the middle of his back, but the kick didnât put him out of commission like Vernon had hoped it would. The villain (and Vernon used the term loosely) swung his fist towards him, but he flipped backwards, landing on top of a car, which dented under the force.
âWhy is it always Queens?â Vernon asked, annoyed, as Rhino charged towards him. He pushed off the car to avoid Rhino, who crashed headfirst into the vehicle, sending shards of glass flying everywhere. Right next to it, a yellow Kiaâs alarm went off. Vernon, now hanging from the building behind it, huffed. âAnd why is it always right before school?â
And a Monday, too. Vernon usually allowed for supervillains busting down his metaphorical door on mornings, but Mondays were usually off-limits. Honestly, what kind of villain gets up at seven a.m. on a Monday?
Vernon scaled the brick wall of the building, looking for a high vantage point he could drop down from, but even the little effort seemed to tire him out more than usual. Having studied until late night the day before, right after stopping a third try at a robbery on seventy-third (honestly, do these people never learn?), he had only managed to catch about three hours of sleep. It was normal by Spidey standards, but not by Vernon standards. Especially when he was supposed to have a test in first period biology.
âSpider-Man!â Rhino bellowed from three storeys below, snapping Vernon back to the present. He sighed as man demolished another car, no doubt to show off his might or strength or whatever it was villains loved to show off these days. âFace me!â
Vernon looked down. In the morning, everything was awash with sunlight, including Rhino. The suit was a dark gray but didnât seem to be made of metal, looking about three to four inches thick like some kind of hide-like body armor, and light glinted off the visor that only half-showed his adversaryâs face. If he hadnât been about to be pummeled to death by the guy in rhinoceros suit, he would have appreciated the beautiful workmanship more. The horn was a nice touch.
âIf you just wanted to see me, an email would have been fine!â Vernon called, letting go of the wall and righting himself in free-fall as he hurtled towards the Rhino. âNo need to put on a show for little olâ meââ
Okay. Maybe he had miscalculated the distance or maybe Rhino was less distracted than he thought, because instead of him dropping in on the villain like a ton of bricks, Rhino swung his suited arm, catching Vernon in the chest with bone-shattering force, and sent him flying.
Vernon hit the sidewalk with enough force for his body to skid a few feet before coming to a rest. His backpack (which had somehow not been torn to shreds) absorbed most of the blow, but the impact had knocked the wind out of him, and he lay there for a few seconds, wondering if he should just stay down. His head was already pounding, and a sleepy spider was a grumpy spider.
He changed his mind at the last moment as Rhinoâs fist swung towards his face, and he flipped onto his back, jumping out of the way just as the fist came down where he had been lying milliseconds ago. Beneath the mask, Vernonâs eyes widened as he saw the blow break the asphalt.
I really do not have time for this.
âWhat the heck is that suit even made of?â he muttered as he dodged another blow, trying to work out a way to subdue Rhino as fast as possible. The suit was big and heavy, which usually made for slower reactions, and a good old webbing-down would have been the perfect way to wrap up the show, but if the suit was strong enough, even his web fluid wouldnât hold. Vernon had to knock him out somehow.
âWouldnât you like to know?â Rhino made a throaty, hacking sound like could have been laughter. âUnfortunately, you will be dead before you can even get close enough.â
âYou know, it doesnât have to be this way,â Vernon said, dodging yet another attack, resulting in Rhinoâs head getting stuck in the cracked windshield of a car for a moment. God, that guy was like a battering ram. He couldnât keep this up forever. âWe can always sit down and talk about this.â
âSpider-Man, Iâll kill you!â
âIâll take that as a no, then.â Vernon raised his wrists, aiming at the car. Thwip-thwip, went the fluid from his web shooters, trapping the Rhino against the side of the vehicle. âShame,â he said, as the man thrashed against his web restraints. âI know a really good taco place around here.â
The Rhino yelled, lifting the entire car bodily. Vernon watched as he raised the car over his head, the webbing breaking from the strain of the suit against them, and threw it directly at him.
Ah, crap.
Vernon would like to think he would have managed to get away from there in time even if someone hadnât snatched him up into the air, but he doubted it. There was something majestic about watching a villain heâd underestimated lift a whole car up to throw at him.
The person caught him under the arms and lifted him into the air, away from the enraged roar of the Rhino that resounded throughout the street. Vernonâs first reaction to being picked cleanly off the road would be fear, but his spider sense hadnât gone off yet. He tried to look up at his captor/savior, but the back of his head collided with something hard. âOw,â he mumbled. âWho the hell are you?â
âThe guy who just saved your ass, webhead,â the boy replied derisively. Or at least it sounded like a boy, very much like those guys in the cafeteria who used to drop snide remarks behind Vernonâs back pre-spider bite. The guy dropped him on the roof of a shorter building, and Vernon rolled out of the way, getting to his feet. The boy was dressed in a metallic-looking dark blue-and-gold suit, a bucket-like helmet over his head. The lower of his face was uncovered, exposing lips twisted into a scowl. âIâm not even getting a thank-you?â
ââŚthanks,â Vernon muttered after scrutinizing the guy for a moment. âUh, who are you actually?â
âIâm Nova, creep.â
âNova Creep.â He considered this. âInteresting.â
âJust Nova!â the boy snapped, sounding even more displeased than before. âNow if youâll excuse me, I have to get back to my team and save the frickinâ neighborhood.â
Saying this, he turned and took off again, no doubt heading for wherever the action was. Vernon watched him go, choosing to take a breather instead of following him back down.
New superheroes in town? It wasnât unheard of, and Vernon had had his fair share of newbies and oldies both to deal with in his year-long career as Queensâs friendly neighborhood Spider-Man.
He looked down over the edge of the roof. Sure enough, there were three of themâa girl in a white suit, moving around the wreckage like an acrobat and slashing at the Rhinoâs suit, Nova Creep shooting fist lasers (Flight powers and fist lasers? Unfair.) at him, andâwas that Iceman?
Vernon hesitated. He could join the fight and help finish it more quickly, but if Iceman was here, the X-Men couldnât be farther away. He could leave the three to it and get to school in time to catch forty winks before class, no harm done. Was he even needed?
Unfortunately, he knew he was only giving himself the illusion of choice. Spider-Man never walked away from a fight, even if someone more capable was dealing with it.
He shot webs at the metal post hanging out from the opposing building and swung back down, joining the fight just as Rhino caught the girl around the middle like he had Vernon, sending her flying back into an already wrecked car. Vernon cushioned her landing with webs, managing to protect her body from the broken metal chassis, and she was back on her feet in seconds, joining his side.
âThanks,â she said, which surprised him. Most superheroes didnât take the time out to thank him, but that was usually unnecessary, since they evened out the score by saving his life. âYou know this guy?â
âNah, heâs new in town,â he replied, watching Nova and Iceman fight the Rhino. Iceman froze him from the legs to his waist, but it didnât hold for long before Rhino broke through the ice. âStrong, though, Iâll give him that.â
âItâs the suit,â the girl told him. Now that they were up close, Vernon could see that her costume somewhat resembled a white tiger, with the pointed ears and yellow eyes. He wondered if sheâd been bitten by a radioactive white tiger. âItâs made of some kind of polymer.â
âPolymer?â he echoed, even more surprised. Heâd assumed metal.
âSelf-regenerating,â she affirmed. âItâs not indestructibleâI slashed through the hide with my claws, butââ
âYour claws?â
She raised her hand. Under the white glove, her nails extended into wicked, claw-like tips. âCool,â he said, voice cracking halfway through the word. He cleared his throat. âVery Woverine-ish.â
âHeâs a mutant,â she said dismissively. What was he supposed to call her? Tigerwoman? Tigergirl? âRhinoâs suit regenerates. We have to knock him out.â
âYeah, I figured that one out,â Vernon muttered.
âA little help here?!â Nova yelled, zipping through the air in a zigzag manner to avoid the Rhinoâs hits. âOr are you two going to stand around and chat all day?â
Vernonâs lips twitched into an unintentional smile. âIâll web him up,â he told tiger lady. âYou think Nova can pull him up?â
Tiger inclined her head. âNot on his own, but with a little frosty boostâŚâ
âGreat.â He sprinted towards the group, shooting webs at the Rhinoâs head to get his attention and distract him from the others. âHey, Hippo! Over here!â
The Rhino ripped off the webbing from his visor, not wasting a moment before charging him. Vernon lunged, wrapping the Rhino suit up in webs as he scaled the wall, trapping him in the web fluid. It wouldnât hold for long, he knewâbut he only needed a few seconds. And some blind faith.
The excessive webbing wrapped around Rhino like a net trap, and Vernon pulled, lifting him into the air with as much strength as he could muster. Below him, Iceman froze a column of ice under the Rhinoâs butt, giving him a little extra height. Ten feetâŚtwenty feetâŚ
âTiger!â Vernon yelled.
She lunged, pushing off the hood of a dented car to give her extra height, and ripped through the thin web holding him up with her claws. Rhino plummeted to the ground, crashing into a car and through it, the fall only broken by the ground, the asphalt cracking beneath the force.
Vernon watched him anxiously. The suit should have been heavy enough to render the man inside unconscious, unless he had a really good cushioning system in place.
He counted to ten in his head. Rhino didnât move.
Thank god for bad cushioning, Vernon thought, swinging back down to the ground. âYou guys think you could carry him?â he asked the three. Iceman didnât even look over, broodily watching the unconscious villainâs body. Oh well. âHeâs a heavy hitter.â
âWe could make it back to S.H.I.E.L.D. with him,â Tiger said. Then she glanced at him, cocking her head in a perplexed manner. âWait, why do youââ
âI gotta run.â He shrugged sheepishly, adjusting the straps of his bag, which had only undergone minimal damage. The wonders never ceased. âYou see, Iâm late to first period biology.â
Vernon crashed through the doors of his school so fast he almost ploughed down Joshua, who had been standing just before the entrance, probably waiting for him.
The journey hadnât taken more than a few minutesâhe tried not to change clothes in suspicious-smelling service alleys as much as possible, but some situations left him no choiceâbut he only had a few minutes to get to class, and detention was something he couldnât afford to get. He hated disappointing Aunt May more than he hated getting his ass beat by some B-list villain.
âHey, hey, hey, relax,â Joshua said, righting him. The hallways were almost empty, but not quite, indicating that he wasnât too late to the not-party. The boy fixed his glasses, giving Vernon a look. âDid you get into a fight?â
Vernon blinked at him. âWhat? No. This guy called Rhinoââ
âShh.â Joshua dragged him to one side, away from earshot of the general populace of Midtown High, and gave him a concerned look. âDude, your face is bleeding.â
Joshua was one of the only few individuals in the world who knew about Vernonâs identity as Spider-Man, which was just as well, because if it hadnât been for his blue-haired best friend he would have walked into a test with his nose gushing like a bloody geyser. âThanks,â he mumbled, when Joshua handed him a clean-looking handkerchief. He raised it to his face. âDid you wipe your nose on this?â
Joshua made a face. âNot that I remember.â
âGood enough.â He cleaned off the blood as well as he could, which was hard, because he was feeling jittery and apparently his hands agreed. âDo I look fine?â
âYou never look fine, my friend,â his friend said sagely. âBut you look like you always do, so I guess, yes.â
Vernon shot him a grim smile, and started down the corridor towards 12-B, which was where he was supposed to be in ten minutes. He wasnât even late, actually, but Mr. Malkin didnât need a big excuse to give someone a C+ for a tardy warning. Joshua followed close behind. âSo, which guy beat you up this time?â
âI didnât get beat up.â Vernon rolled his eyes. âWell, not entirelyââ
âVernon Parker, report to room 10-A.â Both the boysâ heads whipped up towards the source of the sound, which came as an announcement from the speakers. âVernon Parker, room 10-A, please.â
âWhat?â Vernon whirled on Joshua, panicked. The blue-haired boyâs eyes were wide behind his glasses, but he only shrugged in response. âBut the test!â
He tried to think back to anything wrong he might have done in the past few weeks to get called aside like this, but he couldnât think of anything. Plus, he hadnât been summoned to the principalâs office, which confused him even more. Why room 10-A?
âNow youâve had it, Parker,â Flash Thompson said as he passed them, grinning.
Vernon scowled at his retreating back, his grip tightening around the bag strap. âWhatever,â he muttered, then threw Joshua his bag. âTake it to the class, wonât you? Iâll try to get back as soon as I can.â
Without waiting for affirmation, he jogged off to find room 10-A, wanting to get whatever it was over with so he would get back on time. When he got there, the room was empty except for a lady in a pencil skirt and jacket, holding a clipboard in her hand. Upon his entry, she smiled at him in a friendly way, which only served to tick him off further.
âWhatever this is, couldnât I do it some other time?â he pleaded. He hadnât seen this staff member before, but he didnât seem to be in trouble, and his grades had enough pull to get him out of some random appointment before classes. âI have a test in like, five minutes.â
âDonât worry, Iâve already talked to your teacher about this,â the woman said, continuing to smile. She gestured to one of the seats. âTake a seat.â
Reluctantly, he obliged, not really having an excuse not to now. âWhat is this, exactly?â he asked. Now that panic had taken a backseat, doubt was beginning to creep in. Why only him? And how had he never seen this woman before?
âIn light of recent events, the school has decided to start counselling sessions for all of the students to help them cope,â she said. She had a really nice smile, her skin tan and unblemished, cheeks dimpled. âIâm Melia Fox,â she said. âI just need to ask you a few questions, and you can be on your way.â
He stared back at her, miffed. A year of incidents, and they suddenly decided to have counselling sessions now? âWhy just me?â he asked slowly. âIâm sorry, but isnât there some kind of rule or protocol forââ
âThere is,â said a new voice. Vernon whipped around, and there at the end of the classroom, where moments ago had been nothing but air, stood a tall black man with an eyepatch. âAnd Agent Fox is following it.â
Vernon gaped. âIâwhat?â
âSpider-Man,â Nicky Fury said, with a note of muted resolution in his voice, âwe need to have a little chat.â
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Candle in the Northern Winds
Daenerys Targaryen x Reader
Word Count: 2,630
Summary: Memories played like repeated mantras in your head. Taunting you over and over again of things you could never unsee. Filling you with more and more despair as time wore on. What made it worse was the fact that you still couldnât give her up. Despite the fact that she had completely shattered you.
Dialogue Prompt: âIâm still not over you.â and âIâll always be there for you. Donât you know that?â
Note: I changed the second dialogue prompt to âIâll always be there for you, I swear.â
Other Note: Also mentions of cheating.
The winds of the North tear at your face. Freezing the tears streaming down in their tracks. Stuttering breathes escaping between chattering teeth. Hands clutching at your cloak trying to preserve any semblance of body heat.
You know that standing out here was a death wish waiting to happen, but you couldnât bear to be in his presence anymore. Couldnât bear to look into his eyes and see the remorse, the regret, that he clearly had. Couldnât bear the feeling of nausea every time you saw them together. Acting to the world like nothing happened when it had torn yours apart.
Their actions had completely shifted your entire axis. Opening up a chasm beneath your feet and watching as you fell. Throwing you out to the wolves to be eaten because you had lulled yourself into a false sense of security. You had allowed yourself to love, to open up, and that had cost you more than you were willing to admit.
More than you were willing to believe, because if you did then you would remember how she had made you feel. You would remember why you had allowed yourself to open up. You would remember every single reason you had fallen in love with Daenerys Stormborn of House Targaryen.
The way her hair always fell into her face as she slept. Golden ivory falling in gentle waves to cover the most beautiful face you have ever laid eyes on. Little snores escaping between parted lips.
The way her eyes always lit up when she saw you. Glowing violet shining like the sun as she gazed upon you. Always filled with warmth and causing you to feel nothing but security.
Even to the way her hands always held yours in such a welcoming hold. Always with just enough pressure to show you that she wasnât going to let go, but allowing you the freedom to make up your mind if you wanted to leave. Allowing you the leeway to let go if you wanted to. Her hands were like a warm hug against yours. Filling you with nothing but love and affection.
And then that all changed. Ripped from you before you were even given the chance to prepare yourself.
All because of Westeros.
All because of the Iron Throne.
All because of Jon Fucking Snow.
Because of him, and this cursed land, you have lost everything that ever meant anything to you. Every shred of happiness, of light, has been tainted. Memories that once left you with a sense of purpose now filled you with despair and anguish. Moments that you used to hold on to were nothing but wind beneath your palms.
Your mind was tainted by something you could never forget. No matter how much you tried.
No matter how much you pleaded.
Gone were the moments of slightly tousled hair because of sleep. Now all you saw was the beautiful ivory waves knotted together because of untold passion. A mouth that had always made you feel safe breathing out a moan. Her back arched against the stocky frame of the northern bastard.
Gone were the feelings of warmth and security when you looked into her eyes. For all you could remember was the way she had looked at you over his shoulder. The shock in her gaze quickly turned to anguish. Shattering everything you had thought you knew.
Gone were the moments of simply being in her presence. Being filled by nothing but warmth and affection, because now her presence was nothing but stifling. Her hold on you, just like that night, was a prison. Her fingers like the iron bars on a cell. Trapping you in an endless sea of despair. Continuously drowning you without any hope of rescue.
After all how were you supposed to swim, to live, when the thing keeping you afloat was the one drowning you?
You squeeze your eyes shut to abate the oncoming tears. You didnât want to be weak anymore. You didnât want to hurt anymore, but you know that the daggers that pierced your heart every time you saw her would always stay. That no matter how many tears you shed, how many sleepless nights passed by, that this hurt, this ache, would never fully leave you. No matter how much you wanted it to, because of one stupid emotion.
The emotion that still made your heart skip a beat when you saw her.
The emotion that made your hands reach out for her warmth during the harsher northern nights.
The emotion that made you crave her presence with every fiber of your being.
The emotion that made you so irreversibly in love with Daenerys. No matter if she broke your heart or not, because you couldnât breathe without her, and you hated yourself because of it.
You hated that she still had this effect on you, but most of all you hated that you wanted to forgive her. That you wanted to give in to her pleading looks.
Give in to the gentle touches she lay on your forearm as you passed her.
Give in to the warmth that she still made you feel. To the love that still sang so brightly within your heart and soul, and that you could clearly see being returned.
Those emotions only doubled when you received the news of Viserion. Knowing how much that must have destroyed Daenerys. To not only lose your son but to then learn that youâd have to fight his corpse? A mere imitation of the light that Viserion used to be.
Bringing your palm against your forehead you try to ignore all the emotions running rampant through your body. With your other hand you pull your cloak tighter against yourself. Trying to savor the minimal warmth you gained because of the action.
Letting loose a deep sigh you watch as it clouds in front of you. Your eyes trailing across the misty lines as they slowly disappeared. Never noticing the figure that was approaching you until a warm, gloved, hand appears on your forearm.
Jumping, you pull away from the hold. Your body whipping around to face the person who the hand belonged to. Although, in your heart, you knew exactly who it was.
Your heart thudding against your chest as you met the violet gaze of Daenerys.
Doing your best to appear unaffected by her sudden appearance you straighten yourself. Your arms crossing protectively over your chest. You allow yourself to shift slightly backwards so you could put a little more room in between the two of you.
Something that Daenerys noticed automatically. Her brow turning down in a clear show of her displeasure. Though she made no move to rectify the sudden distance. Knowing that you had every right to react that way to her presence.
Finally, after a moment, she speaks. âYou shouldn't be out here in the cold.â She shifts in place as she glances around at your surroundings. âYouâre not used to the northern weather. You should go somewhere thatâs warmer.â
Your mouth twists into a self deprecating smile. Your words spitting out of your mouth like they were acid. âAnd where, pray tell, should I go? To you?â A short laugh escapes your mouth. Ignoring the hurt that flashed across stunning violet, you continue. âOr should I stay in the great hall where I have to listen to the great Jon Snow speak? Or, better yet, should I go back to my chambers that only stay warm for half the night? Where would you like me to go, Your Grace?â
Wincing at the use of the formality Daenerys moves closer to you. âYou can stay with me.â
âWhy would I want to stay with you?â The question is practically snarled between clenched teeth. âWhy would I want to stay with the woman who broke my heart? Why would I want to stay with the woman who promised me forever and broke it the moment she got something better? Tell me, Khaleesi, why would I want to be anywhere near you?â
Daenerys doesnât speak but as you were asking your questions she wilted more and more. Defeat flashing across her face as the words rang through the air. The venom laced within your tone causing her to blanch.
Scoffing your move further away from her. Very much aware of her burning gaze following your form. You could feel the way defeat was beginning to worm its way through your body. Your shoulders slump because of it and your voice drops to a pained whisper.
âDo you know whatâs worse,â you ask, agony laced within your tone. âAfter all of that. After everything that youâve done to me. Iâm still not over you.â Chuckling lowly you turn your gaze back towards her. Your eyes darkened because of your emotions. âI still love you with everything that I am, and I hate myself because I do. I hate the fact that you still make my heart skip a beat. I hate the fact that I miss your voice as the first thing I hear in the morning and the last I hear at night. I hate the fact that I canât seem to get any air without you being next to me. I hate that you still own my heart and soul even after you destroyed them.â
Widened violet eyes meet yours before they narrow. A determined look flaring across her face. Fire alighting within her gaze. Moving Daenerys situates herself in front of you. Her gaze leveled with your own, and you try to fight down the feelings of warmth that you got because of it.
Bringing her hand up Daenerysâs hand cups your cheek. Her thumb running soothing circles against it, and you fight with every instinct in your body telling you to lean into it. You watch, silently, as Daenerys seems to be processing things. Her mouth thins with thought as she continues to stare at you. Finally, after a moment, she begins to speak. Her voice was low and filled with sincerity.
âThere arenât enough words to express how sorry I am for hurting you. No words that could ever excuse my actions. No words that could ever show you how much I need you to forgive me, but Iâm going to try to say whatâs needed to be said for over a fortnight. Whether or not you forgive me is up to you. I am not going to begrudge you for any actions you take against me nor will I try to sway your feelings for me. I am simply going to say what I shouldâve said the last time you were in front of me like this.â Taking a deep breath Daenerys closes her eyes for a beat. Trying to work up the nerve to continue. Feeling you shift causes her eyes to snap open and a determined look to flare, once more, across her face. âI am going to start by saying the truest thing that I have ever said, I love you. I love you with everything within me. You are the one that has always stood by me when times were at their hardest. You loved me at my best and cherished me at my worst. You are the reason that when I look back that Iâm no longer lost, because I know youâd be there. I know that youâd always be there to cheer me on. Youâd be there when I need a shoulder to cry, and I took advantage of that. I took advantage of the fact that you were always there. I started to believe that you would always be there. So I stopped paying attention to you. I stopped paying attention to your needs and desires, and started fueling my own. My need for the Iron Throne blinding me to what I already have.â She pauses. âHad, and thatâs something I can never forgive myself for. I can never forgive myself for letting my own goals push themselves before you, because youâre the only one thatâs ever put me first above anything else. Youâre the only one thatâs ever loved me as both Daenerys Targaryen and the Mother of Dragons. Youâre the only one that is more important to me than anything else in my life. Which is what makes my actions even more despicable. The fact that I willingly hurt the love of my life because I was hurting, because I couldnât handle everything that life had thrown at me. I was weak and ignorant. Forgetting everything that youâve gone through for me. The years of you staying loyal to me, and how did I repay that? By cheating on you with the one person I should have never touched. The first new thing that had come my way in Westeros.â A cynical laugh falls from Daenerysâs lips at the thought. âI suppose he was exotic to me, but that still will never change the fact that I was unfaithful to the most amazing being that Iâve ever met. To the one person that has never given up on me. Who has always been there for me. Well now itâs time that Iâm here for you, and I promise Iâll always be. Iâll always be there for you, I swear.â
Closing your eyes you could feel the way your breath sucks in sharply. Feeling the way the cool air stings your nose because of it. You know that in your heart what Daenerys said was the truth, and that she would stand by her words, but a part of yourself, a big part, didnât want to be hurt again. Didnât want to give Daenerys the chance to do it again, but the other part wanted to. For there was no greater risk than loving Daenerys.
Opening your eyes you meet glowing violet in a steadfast gaze. Trying to convey to her how important your next words were going to be. Something she seems to understand immediately based off the shifting in her stance.
âTime,â you murmur, watching as confusion flashes across her face. âI need time. I canât forgive you overnight because what you did shattered me, but if youâre willing to pick up the pieces? If youâre willing to accept the cuts that will happen because of it? Then I know Iâll be able to forgive you one day.â
Her face breaks out into the largest smile youâve ever seen. Her exuberance clearly glowed within her eyes. Bringing your hand to her lips Daenerys presses a chaste kiss to it. Her lips curling into a smile against it.
Whispering, almost reverently, Daenerys looks at you with complete devotion. âI would wait until the end of time to be with you. I would go through any pain, no matter how great, if it meant having you in the end. For there is no greater pain than losing you, and Iâve become all too aware of what that feels like. I vow never again to go through it. Nothing will ever keep me from you.â
Smiling you allow yourself to feel warmth and love once more. Accepting the feelings with a welcomed embrace. Allowing yourself to feel everything youâve been pushing away for so long. It was like coming home after a long journey.
Glancing towards Daenerys, and her bright gaze, you know that there was still a long road ahead of you. That there would be bumps and that there would be tears shed, but you couldnât bring yourself to feel anything but determination.
For as long as you had each other you could get through anything.
As long as you kept moving forward you would be okay, because there was no need to be lost anymore.
Not as long as you had her and she had you.
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In A Day or Two-Ch. 31
Chapter 31
      I was sure Kenny could feel my fingers trembling as we followed my mother. He squeezed my hand and drew it up to his lips, brushing a faint kiss on the knuckles. All I wanted was to turn and run, to snatch what personal stuff I could and follow Kenny back to Japan. To go back to when I had been happy, and the world of New York City was just a distant memory.
      âShaytan,â he whispered, leaning in close so that my mother wouldnât hear. âItâs going to be fine. I promise, koibito. Iâve faced worse.â
      I couldnât help but roll my eyes. âNo, you havenât.â He squeezed my fingers playfully.
      âDamon Alexander Walker,â my mother practically snarled as she rounded the corner into the formal sitting room. My heart slipped down past my stomach toward my toes. No one ever used this room unless they were pulling the old New York blue blood money card. âWhat in the world is wrong with you?â
      âMom, chillax,â came my brotherâs voice. It was a little deeper and more gravely than it used to be. âItâs Shaye and her boyfriend. Youâre the one whoâs trying to act like thereâs some big deal going on.â
      I couldnât help but feel a stab of affection for my baby brother. He was more trouble than he was worth sometimes, but I loved him. And he was exactly what I needed just then. My hand closed a little tighter on Kennyâs as we slipped into the room behind my mother.
      My brother had thick, dark hair that settled in a mop of curls on his head. He had brown eyes that were calmer than his behavior suggested. He was all easy smiles and mischief, until it turned from innocent to criminal. Damon was everything the Hearst Walker dynasty wasnât. Metal band t-shirts, ripped jeans, Chucks, skateboards, and spikes. My brother walked to the beat of his own drum, and my parents hated it.
      âSha-sha!â Damon said when I appeared from behind our mother. His face lit up in a bright, easy grin. He had on dark purple eyeliner and his fingernails were painted alternately white and black. I watched his eyes get bigger and brighter as he saw who was standing next to me. âHoly fucking shit!â
      âDamon!â My mother hissed, cutting her eyes between my brother and Kenny. âPlease, for the love of God, act as if you have some sense of propriety.â
      I grinned, wanting to rush across the room and snatch him up in a hug. I loved my brother desperately in that moment, not only because he drew the attention from Kenny and me, but because he was desperately honest with himself in a way that I wished I were. Kenny squeezed my fingers and drew me closer. From the corner of my eye, I saw him smile.
      âIâve heard a lot about you, Damon,â Kenny said, his voice bright with playfulness. âShaytan has told me stories of your⌠adventures.â
      I bit my bottom lip to keep from grinning. Adventures was a nice way to put the trouble my brother had gotten into in his lifetime. My motherâs face went an interesting shade of puce as Damon smiled back. âAh, betcha Sha-sha hid most of it. Sheâs always makinâ me look better than I am.â
      âYour sister is the only one who sees any sort of promise in you,â my mother replied as she walked to a sidebar and poured herself a drink. âBut God only knows why.â
      She held a glass toward us, tipping her brows up as she offered. I waved my hand in dismissal. âNo, thank you, Momma. Kenny doesnât drink.â
      âStraight edge?â Damon queried. Kenny dipped his head in agreement. âRight on. Power to you, dude.â
      âItâs not an easy thing to do in my line of work,â Kenny responded. âBut itâs worth it.â
      âGood Lord,â my mother stage whispered. She splashed another shot of bourbon into her glass, swirling it around. She knocked it back and repeated the process.
      I tugged Kenny across the room to sit on the sofa beside Damon. My brotherâs eyes got wider as Kenny sank down in the space between us. âSeriously,â Kenny said as he sat back against the cushions. âYou gotta get off that stuff. All of it.â
      As the two of them slipped into a conversation, I turned my gaze toward the mahogany door that led to my fatherâs study. I was desperate for him to come into the room to save me from my mother and her blue blood insanity. Just as he always did when I was a child. It didnât matter to him that he was a Pitzer, or that Mother was a Hearst, it only mattered that we were a family.     Â
      Sometimes, I wondered if thatâs why he was away on business trips so much. Being a Hearst was the center of my motherâs identityâor it least it had become that way as Iâd gotten olderâand she seemed to spend more time flexing her Old Money than my father wanted. The pressure must have gotten to him more than he ever let on in front of us.
      âListenâŚâ Kennyâs voice broke through the thoughts turning sideways in my head. âIâll make you a deal, Damon. Get off it⌠all of it⌠and Iâll fly you to Japan. An entire week. And Iâll show you around, just like I did with Shaye.â
      âKennyâŚâ I said carefully, drawing the word out. âI donât thinkâŚâ
      My brother sat up straight, his face going serious. He watched Kenny for a few moments then nodded and stuck out his hand. âDeal.â
      Kenny gripped Damonâs fingers and smiled. âStay outta trouble, and Iâll get you into the Tokyo Dome.â
      Before any of us could say another word, the door of my fatherâs study opened, and he slipped into the formal sitting room. Jeremy Pitzer Walker was almost six foot four, his hair still thick and naturally dark at fifty-four. He had eyes a shade lighter than Damonâs, but the same easy smile. There was a soft curl to his mouth as he rolled his shirtsleeves up to his elbows.
      âWell, sorry Iâve kept you. Hope you havenât been waiting long,â my father said as he crossed the room. I saw Kenny wipe his palms on his pants before he stood. âNo, please, donât get up. Iâm Jeremy, Shayeâs father.â
      Kenny stood anyway, holding his hand out toward my father. The two of them shook hands, and I could see by my fatherâs slight nod that he was impressed. âItâs a pleasure to meet you, sir.â
      âCall me Jeremy, please,â my father crooned, grinning as he leaned in. He gripped Kennyâs elbow and drew him a little closer. âIâm sorry about all this. Caroline goes a little overboard.â
      I rolled my eyes and covered my mouth with my hand, coughing to stifle my laughter. Damon didnât even try to hide it. âOverboard? Dad, Momâs insane.â My brother turned toward Kenny and grinned. âThe last time we used this room⌠it was a governor or something. SeriouslyâŚâ
      âAt least one of us remembers that we have an image to uphold,â my mother replied, knocking back what I thought was her third or fourth whiskey. âGod forbid the three of you act like you remember who you are.â
      âWe remember exactly who we are, darling,â my father said as he stepped over to my mother and pressed a kiss to her cheek. âHas Noel finished dinner?â
      Kenny looked sideways at me, his gaze sliding back and forth between me and my parents. âYou have a cook?â
      âAnd a maid. And a driver, but youâve met him,â Damon answered, his grin getting bigger. âTheyâve both got personal secretariesâbut Dad works for an investment firm, so he needs one. Momâs is mostly for⌠social engagements and society events. You know really âimportantâ stuff.â
      Damon had no shame and absolutely no sense of self-preservation. I was one hundred percent certain that if Kenny hadnât been there, my mother would have torn my little brother into shreds. I watched her grip her glass just as a petite blonde woman turned the corner. I cringed at the sight of her starched white jacket and black slacks. Jesus Christ, I thought as I rubbed my fingertips over my brow. Sheâs made Noel wear a uniform.
      âDinner is served,â Noel said formally. She looked stiff and uncomfortable. I hated everything about being a Hearst-Pitzer-Walker more in that moment than ever before.
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just listened to "something to do w my hands" and WOW YEAH the savior complex & the need to support someone but a lil bit in a selfish way bc then that makes himself a good person... also YES idk why i haven't seen this yet but he's actually extremely smug & judgemental if you watch the corner of his mouth in cql it's VERY funny. would love your thoughts on why you think he doesn't ever put himself together again/come out of seclusion? have seen args either way & i think it comes down to jgy!
yessss you understand lxc!!!! the way his relationship with jgy is about lxcâs hunger to be needed, to be special, to be the only one who can see who jgy really is, to be better and kinder and more fair than everyone else, oof, itâs so good. i am hype to share my opinions on why lxc is irreparably broken at the end of the series.
to start, importantly: i basically take lxc/jgy as canon. i donât think the plot makes sense without it. they are fucking, they love each other, theyâve both fucked around with nmj and that shit is fraught. you canât convince me otherwise and all of my meta assumes this is fact.
i think lxc knew that jgy's hands were dirty, and almost certainly suspected that jgsâs death was jgyâs doing. i donât think he knew about nmj, or how gross jgsâs death was, the incest stuff, etc. i think he saw enough to know that jgy probably killed his dad, went âyou know what, thatâs fair, i can forgive him for thatâ and decided that if he didnât dig any deeper he wouldnât have to know for certain and he wouldnât be forced to do anything about it. lxc averting his eyes so he didnât have to confront jgy doing a couple murders led to some...uh...bad stuff happening.
so thatâs guilt #1.
then thereâs guilt #2: he killed jgy. he got tricked into being a weapon and he put a sword through jgyâs chest.
guilt #3: he still loved jgy, even though jgy was an objectively vile person. he grieves jgy and he feels guilty for grieving and it fucks him up!
when it comes to lxc and guilt, you gotta take into account that this man has been told his entire life that heâs the most talented person in the five clans. heâs the first jade. heâs peerless. lxc strives for perfection and is pretty sure heâs basically nailed it, which means he believes fundamentally that if a thing is possible, he is capable of doing it. are we seeing where this is going? yeah. lxc thinks he could have stopped all of this. if heâd looked closer. if heâd been less selfish. itâs all on him. itâs his fault.
building on the âlxc has put his own damn self on a pedestal,â issue, now that heâs fucked up so spectacularly, all that certainty that heâs a perfect person is torn to shreds. he can no longer trust himself to make any good decisions. a huge part of his self-concept was a lie all along. he was not good. he was not fair. who the fuck is lan xichen if heâs not the cultivation worldâs shining beacon?
in guanyin temple he shuts his eyes, drops his hand, and decides he doesnât care how he dies, because heâs fucked up so bad. all the fight goes out of him. i donât think heâs ever going to heal entirely from that moment.
oh also heâs really really angry and is absolutely not going to acknowledge that or deal with it, because lxc doesnât do angry. (thatâs the cost of having perfect control of your temper.) heâs furious that this happened to him and he was massively betrayed and that nhs used him and that his brother chose right when he chose wrong. so thatâs fucking him up on top of the guilt and the grief.
basically thatâs why i think lxc is permanently damaged by the end of cql. heâs never ever going to go back to being the first jade, zewu-jun, lan-zongzhu. that identity has been thoroughly destroyed. with time he might recover enough to be a functional member of the clan, but heâs always going to be fragile.
as for the seclusion question! iâd totally believe it if lxc walked into seclusion and never came out. that seems in character to me. with the right coaxing, he might come out again. absolutely not before at least 5 years have passed. likely longer. when he goes into seclusion i certainly donât think heâs planning to ever return.Â
it really hinges on lz, whoâs the only one with a chance of drawing lxc back out into the world. lz is stubborn enough to do it! eventually, even lxc would be worn down by âmy beloved little brother, who i basically raised from a child, kneels outside my door for eight hours on the first day of every month, the same way he did outside our motherâs house after she died, and i canât stop remembering scooping up his cold little body out of the snow where heâd fallen asleep waiting, again, for someone whoâs never going to emerge, watching him kneeling bravely during lessons the next day even though his knees were so, so bruised, and iâm repeating every single mistake our parents made only worse because i know exactly how much itâs hurting lz because iâve watched it before.âÂ
i personally headcanon that a decade or so after guanyin temple, lxc shows up unexpectedly at lzâs shoulder at a cultivation conference. heâs got the exact same smile and makes the same polite conversation, because those things werenât ever particularly connected to his actual emotions. but heâs thinner, and he holds himself like a porcelain statue, one missed step away from shattering. if he thinks nobody is looking at him, the smile stays on but his face doesnât move, like thereâs just nothing there underneath the polite expression because heâs not putting any effort into animating it. itâs unsettling as fuck!! heâs useful, efficient, great at killing evil things, he eats, he drinks tea, but you can tell his tether to the physical world is tenuous at best.
after guanyin temple, lxc never weighs in on a single important political decision ever again.
ONE THOUSAND WORDS LATER, thatâs why i think lxcâs not gonna just bounce back from this one!
#the untamed#hey don't worry#it's not like lz's ever going to fully recover from wwx's death either!#although he definitely does better#hard to do worse tbh#what's that?#huh?#are you saying that i'm over-identifying with lxc?#don't know why you'd say that!#fuckin specious is what that is#i over-identify with lan xichen AND jiang cheng thank you very much#Anonymous
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the edge of the world [mal x MC]
Iâve been torn between Mal and Tyril but writing his fic has just made me decide on Mal, no regrets.
Warnings: NSFW. Some light Saturday smut in the morning with your coffee, right?
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Mal let out a hiss as Aurelia pressed a wet flannel on his torn up arm. 'Fuck, Aurrie,' he muttered, grimacing in pain.
Aurelia winced. 'Sorry,' she said. 'But needs must.'
Mal rolled his eyes. 'Worth it to see that demon meet his tragic and well deserved demise.'
Aurelia smirked. 'I see you've not lost your sense of humour.'
'Never will,' Mal drawled, leaning back to watch her clean his wound. 'The day I lose my sense of humour is the day the world is a little bleaker.'
'And still full of yourself,' Aurelia teased, wringing out the wet flannel. Mal shot her a lazy smile. He winced again when she pressed the flannel back on his injury.
'Is it really bad?' she asked.
Mal stared at her. 'What do you think? My arm is bloodied and shredded. Take a wild guess.'
'Wow, touchy..' Aurelia muttered, pressing the flannel down harder, deliberately.
'OW!' Mal yelled out.
Aurelia sniggered. 'You deserved that.'
There was a silence.
'Yeah, you're right, I did,' Mal agreed.
They say in companionable silence as Aurelia tended to him. She wrapped his arm in a bandage, making sure to be gentle.
'Okay, where else are you hurt?'
Mal shook his head casually. 'Nope.'
Aurelia sighed. 'Mal, come on.'
'Gah, fine,' he groaned. 'My chest.'
Aurelia gestured for him to take off his linen bloody shirt. Mal chuckled.
'Keen to see the goods?'
Aurelia glowered at him. 'Oh please,' she said dryly. 'Get over yourself.'
Mal tutted. 'Can't get proper care without being objectified..'
'Mal.'
'Sheesh, woman, okay!' Mal said, noting her tone. He pulled his shirt off, hissing in pain as parts of the fabric stuck to the open wounds on his skin. Aurelia reached out to gently help him.
'Undressing me already, I see,' Mal muttered, his voice tight as he tried to ignore the pain.
'Stop being sarcastic, I'm trying to help you,' Aurelia snapped.
Mal sighed. 'I know, kit. I appreciate it. I do.'
Together, they managed to take his shirt off. Aurelia surveyed the damage. His tanned chest was bruised with a gaping red wound on his left pectoral. The skin had been torn off.
'Oh god, Mal..' she croaked.
Mal sighed. 'Yup. Take a close look, Aurrie. This is the life of an adventurer. Attractive, right?'
Aurelia leaned closer so she could inspect the wound. Mal blushed as he felt her fingers gently run along his skin, but he managed to hide his feelings before she could see.
Aurelia's fingers touched the copper chain that hung down his neck.
'Is this a necklace?' she asked.
'Compass, actually,' Mal corrected her, lifting the chain higher so she could see a small copper compass attached to it.
'Did you steal it from pirates?' Aurelia asked, giving him a wink.
Mal chuckled. 'It belonged to my mother,' he told her softly. 'She gave it to me so that I would always find my way home.'
He held the compass in his scarred hands and smiled weakly. Aurelia reached out to squeeze his hand. Mal's brown eyes caught hers.
'Here,' he said, breaking the silence. 'You have it.'
Aurelia drew back. 'No Mal -'
'Shut up, kit,' Mal interrupted. 'You have it instead.'
He took it off and gently reached out to pull her dark hair to the side so it wouldn't get caught on the chain. His fingers burned the back of her neck. Aurelia swallowed.
'Why do you want me to have it?' she asked quietly. 'It belonged to your mother. It's yours.'
Mal bit his lip, trying to search for the right words. 'Because, kit,' he finally said. 'If you're ever lost, you can find your way back to me.'
Aurelia met his steady gaze. For so long their relationship had consisted of teasing jokes, insults and the occasional flirt. Never before had they been so candid. Never had Mal actually acted serious about something.
He was looking at her seriously now. It was a look of intent.
'I'll always find my way back to you,' Aurelia whispered, abandoning her self consciousness.
Mal smiled, the corners of his eyes crinkling. 'That's all I ask, kit.'
They were only an inch apart now. Aurelia could feel the warmth from his body and the heat in his eyes.
Aurelia touched the compass that now hung down her neck. Mal reached out to stroke her finger, grazing her fingernail with his calloused thumb.
'I'll guard it with my life,' she vowed, smiling softly.
'Hopefully you won't have to,' Mal croaked, his voice hitching as he inched closer, not once taking his eye off hers.
'Mal..'
'Aurelia.'
That was it.
They collided.
Their tongues twisted in a feverish kiss. Mal pulled Aurelia in close, her chest pressed up against his as he kissed her with all of the feeling he had held back. She tasted of burnt sugar. She was delicious.
Mal's body felt strong around Aurelia. Her hands clutched his broad shoulders, taking care not to touch his injuries. He tasted of copper blood and rum.
She felt his fingers scramble to unbutton her shirt. She helped him by pulling it off. Their new life had been one of running and fighting - there was no place for corsets in her world. Not now. She needed clothes that were loose and easy to wear, easy to put on and take off.
They were both grateful for the easy way her shirt slid off her body, revealing herself to him.
Malâs eyes darkened as he studied her. âJesus..â he muttered. âYou look..â
Aurelia blushed. Mal shook his head, snapping himself out of his daze, and pulled her in closer so he could kiss her hard, his hands reaching out to cup her breasts.Â
âM-Mal-â she whispered, breaking away from him. Her lips were swollen from his kisses.Â
âYou alright?â he asked. âYou want to stop?â
âNo,â she answered quickly. âBut.. I.. Iâve never..â
She looked down at her hands. A red blush coloured her cheeks as she waited for him to realise what she meant. Mal blinked in shock.Â
âYou havenât.. Been with anyone?â
âI havenât,â Aurelia confirmed, her voice shaking. âI never got the chance.â
There was a heavy silence between them. Mal cleared his throat. âWell, you should wait for someone whoâs actually worthy of you-â
âI want it to be you,â she interrupted. âI just wanted to tell you the truth so you know that if Iâm terrible at it, then you would know why.â
Mal stared at her, his face turning pale. âYou want to lose it to me? Me? Really?â
âWhatâs wrong with that?â Aurelia asked, her nostrils flaring. âYou donât want to?â
Mal let out a dry laugh. âWell, Iâm questioning your decision making, kit. Have you met me? Iâm the shit on your shoe. You donât want to make a life changing decision with me involved, trust me.â
âI want to,â Aurelia snapped. âDonât make me beg, Mal. Itâs just that youâre the first person Iâve met who makes me feel something. I feel adventurous when Iâm with you. I feel like I can do anything. So yes, I want to do this with you.â
Mal closed his eyes. âKit..â
âMy name is Aurelia.â
Mal opened his eyes and could see the determination on her face. âYes, you are, arenât you?â he whispered. He thought she looked so fierce right now; fiery. He loved it.Â
âYouâre on,â he said quietly. âLetâs do it.â
Aurelia gave him a satisfied nod and leaned close to kiss him again. She was surprised when he stopped her.Â
âWhat?â
Mal sighed. âIf weâre going to do this, weâre going to do it properly.â
âWhat do you mean?â she asked.
Mal gave her a knowing smile. âWeâre going to do it my way.â
âAnd what does that involve?â
Mal smirked. âLots of orgasms.â
âOh for Godâs sake-â
âFrom you.â
Aurelia stopped talking. âExcuse me?â
Mal chuckled softly and kissed her gently before tugging her lower lip with his teeth, making her groan.Â
âIâm gonna make you feel things youâve never felt before, Aurelia,â he whispered. Her name sounded like magic on his tongue. âAnd by the time weâre done, youâre gonna want to do it all over again.â
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Mal was true to his word. In the glow of the candle in the lantern, Mal settled between her thighs and let his tongue whisper dark spells. The sensations were all new to Aurelia. She hadnât realised that a flick of his tongue against her would make her entire body convulse. She hadnât realised that his fingers that grazed her thighs would make her moan in ways she never had before. Mal took his time which was entirely new to her; he was usually a man of act first, think later. He always jumped right into the deep end without fear of the consequences. But right now, he was taking it slow, teasing her little by little, making her want more.Â
âHow does this feel?â he murmured, his lips brushing her thighs.
âGood..â she managed to say. âReally good.â
Her body jolted as she felt a wave in the pit of her stomach. âOh god, Mal, I feel something-â
âGood girl, kit,â he whispered. He looked into her eyes now. She felt his fingers slide into her, making her cry out.Â
âEasy, easy..â he soothed. âJust laying the ground work.â
He gave her a wink to show he was teasing. Aurelia rolled her eyes then let out a gasp as she felt his fingers slide deeper into her.Â
âHow does this feel?â he asked again, always aware. He knew the importance of what they were doing right now. This version of Mal was serious. He was paying attention to the consequences of his actions.Â
âItâs still good.â
Mal smiled. âReady for more?â
âYes.â
Mal reached down to unbuckle his weapons belt. Aurelia watched with dark eyes as he stripped his trousers off until he became exposed to her. She swallowed as she studied him.Â
âWow..â
Mal chuckled. âThatâs a reaction Iâve never had before.â
âReally?!â
Mal blushed. His hand gripped his length and she watched as he slowly started to pump his hand along. Aurelia reached out to grab his hand.Â
âI want to do that.â
Malâs eyes widened. âYou do?â
âI want to make you feel things too.â
âAurelia..â Mal breathed. He watched her as her hand replaced his and she began to slide it slowly along his cock, making his breath hitch. As she began to feel more confident, her pace quickened and Malâs breath became more rapid. He closed his eyes, focusing on her touch.Â
âIâve thought about this for a long time..â he murmured, his eyes still closed. âWhat it would be like with you.â
Aurelia smiled. âIs it what you pictured?â
Mal opened his eyes. His expression was stripped bare. âItâs better.â
Aurelia let go of his cock to lie back. She spread her legs invitingly. âMal?â
Mal let out a low growl. âMuch better.â
He descended on her, kissing her urgently. Aurelia gripped the back of his head, the locks of his hair twisted in her fists as she kissed him desperately back. His body was strong around her, his arms pulling her in close.Â
âI want you,â she whispered in his ear. âNow.â
âYou sure?â Mal asked, breaking away to look at her seriously. âYouâre sure about this?â
Aurelia nodded. âYes. Make me feel things, Mal.â
Mal gently pushed her down so she lay on her back. His hands ran down her hips until they settled on her thighs. Gripping her legs, he pulled her gently towards him so her hips were angled against his. His cock stood to attention at her entrance.Â
âWith pleasure,â he murmured. With their eyes locked on each other, Aurelia braced herself for impact.Â
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Aurelia bolted up in a tangle of sheets, sweat covering her body. Her heart pounding, she blinked rapidly as she took in her surroundings. She was in her bunk. Above her, Nia was asleep, snoring lightly. Tyril was asleep on the other bunk, his feet hanging over the edge. The elf was too tall for human things.Â
Mal was asleep on the bunk above Tyril.Â
Aurelia thought back to the dream she had just had. Oh god. Oh god. Her and Mal. How could she even look at him now? How could she look at him the same way?Â
Rubbing her eyes, she untangled herself and left her bunk, her feet padding softly along the wooden floor of the cabin. She needed air. Aurelia made her way through the ship, climbing up the stairs to the sea air above.Â
The sky was black, lit up with glowing stars. The sea was calm, almost like glass as the ship sliced through the water on its way to their next destination. Aurelia hugged her arms around her body that was clad in a white linen night dress, wishing she had thought to wear something warmer. But she needed the cool air to calm her hot skin; the dream had made her body react in ways that she wasnât used to.Â
Leaning against the edge of the ship, Aurelia surveyed the sea before her. She had always wanted a life of adventure; now here she was, sailing on a ship, dangling on the edge of the world.Â
âYouâre up early⌠or late.â
Aurelia jumped at the voice. Turning, she saw Mal strolling towards her. His hair was dishevelled.Â
âI could say the same to you,â she replied, turning back to look at the water. She couldnât look at Mal right now; not after her dream.Â
Mal stood next to her, mirroring her stance. They stood in silence together until Mal broke it; he hated silences. He had no use for them.Â
âPenny for your thoughts?â
Aureliaâs face reddened. âNothing to concern yourself with.â
Mal smirked. âYou usually sleep so soundly. What woke you?â
âNothing,â she snapped. âNothing woke me.â
Mal smiled to himself. âBad dream?â
God, he wouldnât let it go.Â
Aurelia sighed. âSomething like that.â
Mal turned his head to the side to look at her. She was tall, like he was. Her hair was set in braids and her skin was like mocha. Her cheekbones were high and she always looked so regal. He liked the look of Aurelia; not that he could admit that to her.Â
âWhat was it about?â Mal asked. âMe? Was I being incredibly scandalous?â
Aurelia looked away but Mal could see her jaw setting. He had never seen her this shaken up before; she was usually a picture of calm, as opposed to Malâs constant picture of chaos.Â
âKit, whatâs wrong?â
âDonât call me, kit,â she whispered, her voice cracking. âMy name is Aurelia.â
Mal sighed. He liked giving her a nickname; it meant he couldnât get close to her. Aurelia was a beautiful name, a name that evoked images of angels and beauty. He couldnât say it without feeling things.Â
âKit-â
âAurelia,â she interrupted impatiently.Â
Mal closed his eyes. âFine. Aurelia. Talk to me.â
She was silent. Her hands gripped the side of the ship, turning her knuckles pale. Mal reached out to touch her hand; she jumped at his touch.Â
âWow, touchy,â Mal muttered, taking his hand away. âIâll leave you in peace then.â
He turned to go. Unable to stop herself, Aurelia grabbed his hand, bringing him back to her. She looked up at him sadly.Â
âSorry Mal,â she said quietly. âI didnât mean to take it out on you. My head is just all over the place right now.â
âI get it,â Mal told her. âYou need to find your brother, the shard.. Your life has changed completely. Youâve on a ship with people you have only just met and youâre away from home.â
Aurelia bit her lip. âWeâre on the edge of the world, like Iâve always wanted,â she admitted.Â
âSo whatâs wrong?â
Mal was studying her with such intensity. He was serious. He was never serious.Â
Aurelia crossed her arms and looked out to sea. Malâs eyes roamed her face, trying to decipher what she was thinking. But she was a closed book; she was always hard to read. Sometimes, he thought she liked him. The way she would roll her eyes at his jokes but smile anyway; the way she would always join him on little jaunts; the way she would look at him.Â
âI guess I feel a little lost and confused,â she finally told him. âMore lost, to be honest. I donât know where my head is at or how I feel.âÂ
Mal edged closer to her, his eyes still fixed on hers. âYou know you can talk to me,â he said softly. âI know I donât tend to be serious but I can be. If you need me, Iâm here.â
âI know,â she murmured.
She cast her eyes down. Mal made a decision right then; he reached into his shirt and pulled out his motherâs necklace which held a compass on the end. He pulled it off his neck and held it out to Aurelia.Â
Her eyes widened in shock.Â
âMal?â
âTake it, Aurelia,â he whispered. âIf you ever feel lost, this will help. You will find your way back.â
Aurelia was looking at him with a strange expression. He couldnât work out what she was thinking.Â
âBack to what?â she asked, her voice low.Â
She was looking at him with a strange intensity now. He didnât know what to do. His eyes flicked down to her lips which were so full.Â
What could he say? Back home? But he liked having her with him. He didnât want her to leave. But he wanted her to be safe. He wanted her to feel like she could travel along the edge of the world with no fear, at home in the world wherever that may be. With or without him.Â
âBack to wherever feels like home,â Mal finally told her, his voice wavering. âThatâs all I want for you, Aurelia.â
He didnât tell her what he was really thinking. What he could have said.Â
Back to me.Â
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FFT: punch drunk princess; jay white [m]
Notes:
okay so.. this one was another sent to my mainâs ask. but it was sent so long ago that I honestly forget who exactly sent it, oops? Anyway, this belongs to the whole vamp x human universe that I created for Jay White and my oc, Esme. Maybe one day Iâll make something out of it.
Summary:
Jay put a glamour so strong on Esme years ago that sheâs totally forgotten him. But when theyâre reunited because he sought her out and chose her to do his interview Jay decides that maybe he wants to remind her exactly who he is and what they were to each other. Fingering and hand jobs, body fluids. Mature.
Pairing:
Jay White x OFC, Esme
Warnings:
hand jobs and fingering, body fluids, risky sexual situation, use of mental manipulation / a glamour and some pretty intense bickering and banter back and forth.
Esme took a deep breath and smoothed her hands down the black leather strapless dress. One quick glimpse at herself in the mirror and she was ready.. Well, as ready as one gets to go out and give a tempermental self proclaimed vampire an interview.
⌠just get out there,  let him do his promo and  donât ask any of the questions on the no ask list. Itâs not that hard, Esme⌠she reminded herself as she reached for the door handle and took two long and deep breaths to center herself  a little bit.
Having never met a man who claimed to be a decades old vampire before, Â Esme was torn between believing the stories sheâd heard and thinking the man was all show and no go; secretly leaning more towards the latter if it really mattered.
Given the men  she /had/ encountered -and been let down by, it wasnât a real stretch for her imagination.
âYouâre on in ten, Essie.â
âMark, weâve discussed this. Itâs Esme.  E-S-M-E. Surely you can remember a four letter name and stop trying to make it cute?â Esmeâs tone was sharp and Mark, the stage hand winced, but Esme just fluffed his hair and  straightened his tie. âIs my coffee ready too?â
âAlready out front.â Mark assured her.
Esme stared at the black velvet curtain separating her from the professional wrestler she was about to interview.
âFour seconds.â someone called out and Esme started to make her way to the curtain. When she stepped through, she took her seat quickly.
The man sitting next to her was decked out in a designer leather  trench coat, leather skinny jeans and a pair of pretty pricey biker boots that she was almost certain sheâd seen in a top end boutique that she shopped right next to. She didnât realize  she was staring, - or that he was staring right back, until he cleared his throat and chuckled, leaning in ever so slightly.
Esme got the distinct sense that it was more to throw her off or unsettle her than anything, but there was this underlying note of seduction there that sheâd have to have been the most oblivious person in the entire world to miss.
She smirked calmly as he whispered, Â âYâ look tense, princess.â
âNot  tense at all, sir. Letâs just do this interview  with no cute stuff and no outtakes, yeah?â Esme whispered back, careful not to let on just how much the man was truly getting to her.
Sheâd been warned about him before sheâd been told that he specifically chose her to give the interview and asked if she  would,  so she was not about to let him play whatever game he was going to try and play to make her lose her level of professionalism. She took a sip of coffee and almost the second the cup was level with her lips, her mind was absolutely flooded with all this mental imagery..
The man sitting next to her, standing behind her, cock standing tall and straight, one hand tangled in a fist full of her hair and the other hand wrapped around his shaft, guiding it over her dripping cunt, teasing her with a shallow thrust here and there. She nearly choked and he chuckled from beside her, reaching out to pat her upper back as he muttered calmly, âThought yâ were like steel. Nothin  could rattle ya.â
Esme gave a non amused glare, he gave a playful wink and clearing her throat firmly, Esme asked the first question on her spoon fed list from his personal manager. âAre you happy with the block youâll be wrestling in for G1 Climax this year?â
âVery satisfied, yes.â Jay answered, studying her intently. Seeing her on a screen and being face to face  with her again after all this time were⌠two totally different things  and if he said he wasnât beyond affected by being around her same as he had been that last night with her, heâd be lying. The thought had him shifting in his seat and he raked his hand through his hair, taking a deep breath, trying like hell to keep the mental images flooding his mind from doing so right now.
After all, he didnât need Esme knowing the deepest inner fantasies he may or may not have had about her before the interview even took place.. The way he wanted to sweep all the shit off  the  top of the table they currently sat at, tearing down that dress, letting his mouth roam over those perky tits.. Grab a handful of her ass⌠No, he wanted to reach between her legs and rub her cunt til  she was arching her back and whimpering; begging him for more, telling him not to stop.
She tensed next to him  and he gave a satisfied smirk the second she did,  glad that she couldnât see it. If he had to suffer the mental imagery, it was only fitting she suffer it too.
The program went to commercial and Esme leaned in, a smug look of determination in her eyes as she whispered calmly, âI donât know what your game is, Jay White.. But it stops now.â
He met her gaze with the most innocent of looks and a haphazard shrug as he chuckled. âIâve got no idea what youâre talking about. Itâs Esme, right? Pity.. you know  my full name. I donât know yours. Maybe we should change that?â for the moment, Jay was pretending not to know her beyond having seen her show. In reality, he knew her⌠Oh,  he knew her quite well..  And it stung a little that the glamour heâd used on her years ago after a very intense and passionate night together worked so well that she didnât even feel some tiny spark or  shred of recognition.
⌠well  Iâll just âave tâ change that, given that Iâm back and I aim tâ  make her all mineâŚ
âThatâll be a hard pass from me, Jay. Pretty sure youâre like the rest of the men Iâve had on to interview from that profession.â even as Esme said it, she had this feeling somewhere deep down.. Â There was something tugging at her mind she couldnât quite make sense of.. Â This sense of familiarity where Jay White was concerned.
âYou mean like yer last boyfriend, yeah? No, nothin like him. For starters Iâm more âf a man in one of my fingers as he is overall.. To do thâ things I heard he did behind yer backâŚOnly a coward sleeps around on the woman he supposedly loves.â Jay met her shocked expression with a smug look and Esmeâs mouth opened and  closed because for  the first time in probably her entire life,  she had absolutely no quick comeback. She muttered the word jackass under her breath and Jay leaned in, mused against her ear quietly, âTell  me somethin,  princess?â - he knew he shouldnât ask the question, because he didnât want to have it confirmed that yes, he  had done such a good job with the glamour  he put her under while she slept  the morning after  their night together that sheâd completely forgotten, but he⌠had to know.  So, he asked.
âI have a name.â Esme started to correct, but then her eyes met his and she felt this⌠Sudden lucidity washing over her.  She couldnât even really remember what sheâd been so irritated by  in regards to him by the time the fog wore off. She shook her head and stared at him a few seconds, curious. âWell?â
âDo yâ even remember me at all?â
Esme raised a brow  and bit her lip, wondering why heâd ask her such a strange question when sheâd never met him before in her entire life.
â Iâd have to have met you first to remember you.â Esme answered calmly. The show picked back up and Esme started her interview again. Jay watched her intently, mulling over just how good heâd glamoured her all those years ago after their night together.
The problem was, even recalling the night with her⌠Bought it all rushing right back to the surface.
Esme nearly choked on her coffee again when her mind was flooded with another round of erotic mental imagery.
Her hands tied to a metal bedpost that looked vaguely similar to an old frame she once owned.. Legs spread wide.. The feeling of facial hair and a warm, wet and oh so thick tongue as it trailed slowly up the inside of her right thigh. His eyes as he stared up at her. The white of his fangs  as his mouth turned upward in that devilâs smirk. The feel of his hands  against her bare skin.
The way he fucked her with his tongue - and on two separate occasions that same night, Â his cock. The way he pulled her hair and the way he lie there holding her in the semi darkness of the room for a few hours after that night.
Esme tried to keep her face blank and the tension out of her body, but the mumbled swear  was definitely heard by Jay and all he could do was smirk to himself a little, calmly answer the question sheâd asked and flash her his best flirtatious grin.
Her side brushed against his and it was like a jolt. She tried not to react in any way, but she tensed before she could stop it. When she felt his hand squeezing her thigh,she bit down on her lower lip just to keep from purring at the contact. Sad to say, yeah.. It had been a while.
By the time the interview was over, she found herself thinking, she was definitely going to need a long and cold shower. When Jay leaned in and whispered against her ear quietly, âYouâll remember exactly who I am soon enough,  princess. After all, I am the one who erased the memory tâ start with..Only I can fully restore it. Maybe I will, princess..â in a slightly smug tone,Esme boldly met his gaze and raised a brow..âYou really believe you erased my memory? Well okay then..  whatever helps you get by, Jay. And I do believe, sir, you have me mistaken with someone else. Because Iâm telling you, I have never met you until your publicist reached out, saying you requested me  to do this interview.â
âOh no.. Iâd never forget the way those legs feel around my waist.. Or the way it feels to wrap my hand in your hair and tug on it as I take you from behind.. Tell me somethin, princess⌠Do yâstill have that little birthmark on yer bum? The slightly heart shaped one.â
Esmeâs cheeks flushed bright red and despite her best efforts, warmth pooled to her cheeks and between her thighs. Her panties were soaked. She clenched her thighs tighter, trapping Jayâs hand just as it slid between them. Jay shifted in his seat as he felt the sticky warmth coating her inner thigh. His hand crept higher and Esme jumped a little in her seat, thankful for the front of the table being made to look like a desk and thus, being totally hidden from view. Her heart started to beat wildly against her chest and she took a labored breath.
Jay stopped, meeting her gaze with the calmest look on her face.
Irked by it, she decided to get a little payback. She lowered one of her hands covertly, slipping it right into his lap. The second he felt her hand rubbing at the bulge strained against his leather jeans, he gave an audible grunt and smirked to himself.
Esme bit down on her lip just to keep from whimpering into her mic as she felt Jayâs thick digits brushing the soaked cotton covering her cunt to the side. As his fingers trailed lazily over her folds, she fought desperately for composure.
Jay wasnât going to allow it, apparently because nearly the instant she got herself reasonably composed, she felt two of those thick fingertips working her open. Just to see if heâd stop if she called his bluff, she shifted in her seat, bucking against his fingers as she did so. As all this transpired, the two of them were masks of composure, carrying on the interview as if absolutely nothing else was taking place.
Esme started to rub at the bulge strained against his jeans a little harder and faster as soon as she felt Jayâs own pace changing and heard him swear under his breath.  She worked the zip down  and her hands slipped into his silk boxers, circling his cock, pumping up and down slowly and lazily, lingering long enough at the tip to trail a fingertip over it. Jayâs legs opened wider to give her more room and his fingers continued to fuck in  and out of her cunt, his thumb pressing against her clit, rubbing a  circular motion. He bucked as carefully as possible against her hand, biting his lip. Esme smirked and slowed  down her strokes drastically under a warning look from him during a third break.
Jay  slowed down the movements of his own fingers as he felt her starting to tighten and tense at his touch. He leaned in and muttered so that no one could hear, âGoin tâ give me somethinâ tâ taste?â as he sped back up. Esme did the same, groaning as she felt his cock throbbing in her hand, felt the warm and stickiness of his seed as it lazily drizzled down his length. Her own orgasm shattered through, leaving her no choice but to dig her  toes into her shoes and grip at the edge of the table they sat hidden behind  as it  took over. Jay felt her cunt tighten around his fingers and he felt  the spasms, the warmth of her release as it flooded her panties and covered his fingers. Slipping his fingers out, he smirked as he cleaned himself up as covertly as possible -careful to make it seem as if his hands were merely resting in his lap out of sight.
The interview was ending and on shaky legs, Esme stood. She felt like sheâd explode if  she didnât get somewhere with a locking door  and collect herself.
Jay stood too and as soon as he went in for  the handshake, he pulled her against him; suddenly not giving a fuck how it looked on screen. His tongue dragged along the outer edge of her ear covertly and he whispered; âWas good to see you again, princess. Youâve no idea how much I missed you.. Weâll be together again soon enough.â
Esme stood there, floored by his  words.  About five seconds into it, she was hit by all  these crystal clear memories.. Of a night that until just now, sheâd long forgotten about. Given  the nature of her memories of Jay White from back then, she was hard pressed to figure out why in the hell sheâd managed to forget all about him, but somehow she had.
⌠seeing him must have stirred it all up again, thatâs all⌠ she shrugged off remembering as a mere coincidence and from where Jay lurked out of sight around the corner, he  smiled to himself while rubbing his chin.
Oh yes.. He would most certainly be seeing her again very,  very soon. Because just like last time, he thought  to himself with a smirk, she would invite him in⌠After all, she had to be curious what a repeat of  the last night, which heâd just restored the memory of, would feel likeâŚ.
#jay white fanfiction#jay white fanfic#jay white fic#jay white oneshot#jay white imagine#// public s*xual situation#// body fluids tw#// use of a glamour;mental manipulation#// vampire x human au
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yâall i saw terminator: dark fate!!!!!!!!!
GOD i loved it. i think iâve admitted before that the only way i really rank exciting plot points in movies is by how much i anticipated them/wanted them to happen, and terminator: dark fate did NOT disappoint. fuck every writer or director who makes weird shit happen in their stories just to give the audience a story they couldnât possibly have anticipated. (cough avengers endgame cough.) sometimes the best ending is one you can see from ten miles away, because that means itâs been set up EFFICIENTLY.Â
obviously, i think the new terminator did that. there were a few things i wanted to happen that didnât (mostly regarding the life of one or two key characters), and a few things i legitimately didnât see coming that i really liked, but ultimately the story was solid, awesome to watch, and very faithful to the original. i havenât seen any of the sequels past judgement day, and i have no plans to change that anytime soon (lmao), but iâve heard that it discounts all continuity past the second one, and thatâs completely fine by me. the actors were great. LINDA HAMILTON was great. and i am sexually attracted to old soft arnold schwarzenneger. đ
i was debating on whether or not i should make a separate post to talk about the time travel in the terminator franchise or if i should just go crazy go stupid and lump it in with my review and ultimately i think it can just go here, because i have some things to say re: the way it ties back to the originals.Â
personally i think the neatest example of time shenanigans in the franchise comes from the very first movie. that one sets up time travel in their universe as very âyou already changed the past,â insofar as, without the time travel elements, there is the very real sense that the future the terminator came from would never have existed. kyle reese, from the future, becomes the father of his superior officer john connor. without the time travel, there would be no human resistance for skynet to fear. not only that, when the terminatorâs arm is left behind intact, even after sarah destroys the machine, they set out the idea that skynet itself was DEVELOPED FROM THE TERMINATORâS TECHNOLOGY, so if there was no time travel, there was no skynet, and no apocalypse... etc. at the end of the movie, the picture of sarah that kyle comes back with is taken by a child at a gas station, and it seems like a clue that everything is happening on track. sarah will give birth to john connor, the machines will rise up, the resistance will rally, time travel will ensue. the events of the first movie are a closed time loop, and ultimately, i find that really satisfying.Â
However.Â
from a narrative perspective, i think the changes in those time travel mechanics are super interesting.Â
basically, in judgement day, thereâs still some implications that the timeline is a closed loop--the terminatorâs hand is actually shown to be the basis of what will become the skynet computer, which is being built right then and there. the apocalypse could indeed be on, and everything seems fixed. then, though, they find the creator of the computer, and miles bennett helps them to destroy his work in horror at what he will create. skynet never happens. they change the future.Â
by dark fate, that ability to change what is âwrittenâ becomes not only a plot point, but a sort of rallying cry. the skynet apocalypse is officially off--now the dark future is controlled by a very similar breed of computer known as legion. sarahâs efforts changed the future, permanently. thereâs the feeling perhaps that the future can only be changed to an extent (the skynet apocalypse being canceled, but replaced by a very similar robo-hell, for example--almost like the timeline is trying to set itself right), but that feeling is tested and challenged as the movie progresses. in that sense, dark fate is the full culmination of the trendline that their âtrilogyâ represents: sarahâs fate was sealed in dark fate, but with johnâs influence in judgement day, things were officially set off course. dark fate represented daniâs turn, and she took everything into her own hands--she personally stood up and refused to run, refused to let the bad future win out, refused to take things lying down. sarah felt a kinship to her, based on the position that she found her in, but itâs like she realizes--dani is not sarah. sarahâs realization is that âsheâs john,â which is closer--sheâs the leader of the resistance, humanityâs only hope, but i think the message is pretty clearly telling us that sheâs not john connor either--sheâs dani ramos.Â
and she fucking OWNS.
one thing that i was a little iffy about at the start of the movie was the âwhite saviorâ thing. i donât think that was an unfounded reservation to have--based on the formula from the first movie, a terminator is sent back to kill, and a hero is sent back to protect. this time, the âheroâ is a white girl cyborg named grace, while the character in danger, who the movie clearly wants you to think is in the same boat as sarah connor, ie the mother mary role, literally important not for her own self but for her womb, is a mexican woman. that could have reached unfortunate implication levels like hella fast, but honestly (and i will disclaim this by adding that iâm white, so if you felt differently about it i would appreciate hearing why), i think the rest of the movie subverted that pretty beautifully. for one thing, grace being fundamentally human underneath her augmentation meant that she wasnât an unstoppable machine ready to continue on until her metal frame was torn to shreds. she was a BADASS, obviously, and in the first fight, grace did prove herself a worthy successor to the âuncle bobâ terminator in t2 with her kickass skillz (sorry kyle reese youâre just not that cool), but soon after that we got to see graceâs limits. if it hadnât been for sarah connor, graceâs plan on the bridge finally boiled down to âwhen the terminator starts to kill me, run.â soon after that, graceâs power is shown to be fallible even more thoroughly when she hits her limit and starts to convulse, a byproduct of her augmentation. grace can do more than what a human can do, but she canât do it forever like a machine could. very quickly in the movie, the tables were flipped, and even though grace came back through time to protect dani, dani was the one who had to take over the driverâs seat (despite never having driven before), and the one responsible for getting grace to medicine so that she could be resuscitated. and all that was BEFORE the big reveal.
a note: there were two scenes in pretty quick succession in this sequence that made me sob. the first of these was the death of daniâs brother diego, because in his last act, he was reassuring his sister that he was okay, despite being impaled by a metal pole. that line gave his character some depths that i hadnât expected, and it really made daniâs pain after the car went up feel palpable. diego didnât get a lot of screentime, but we saw him flirt lamely with a neighbor, we saw him dream of internet fame, we saw him joke at the factory even as his job was being replaced. we saw how much dani cared about him when she told him to take her job while she sorted out his replacement by machine parts. their relationship was a solid brick in the movieâs foundation, and his loss felt a lot more real than many comparable losses in movies. you know that whole âshow, donât tellâ adage? they didnât have to tell me that losing diego (and her father) was like a knife in dani. i saw that for myself. the second scene was at the pharmacy, when the employees and the other customers reached out to help grace even after she and dani had both lashed out and threatened them with the gun in fear of what was happening. yâall ever get emotional over the way that people are essentially good and will help each other when they can? god i fucking love that.
anyway, the reveal. the reveal was awesome.Â
i started suspecting that dani wasnât the mother of humanityâs last hope, but rather, humanityâs last hope herself, during the conversation on the train telling us exactly the opposite. sarah makes some assumptions and projects her experience onto dani, telling her flat out that sheâs pretty much a walking incubator for humanityâs last hope. thereâs a sense that sarah might be bitter about having that role handed to her, and perhaps even more so because it was then taken away--she lost the son that she risked everything for, fought two terminators for, and for nothing: for some machines in a future that no longer existed. in that scene though, crucially, grace never says anything to confirm sarahâs assumptions. the one character with knowledge of the future doesnât impart it, and it shows. sarah knows things that dani doesnât simply because itâs not her first rodeo, but sheâs also wrong sometimes, too. again in the kitchen later, the âcarlâ terminator asks about graceâs mission, but she doesnât share it or give any information on who dani is going to turn out to be. the absence of information can often be an answer all in itself, and the reveal had some EXCELLENT groundwork throughout the movie--both in graceâs actions and in the brave and heroic actions of dani herself.
daniâs nature and graceâs past being revealed in the plane was one of the best scenes in perhaps the entire franchise. i said i sobbed at those scenes i outlines before, right? yeah, that was nothing to how hard i was crying and also cringey stimming during the reveal. we got to see a peek of dani ramos some twenty years in the future, and sheâs incredible. sheâs fearless, sheâs tough, but crucially, sheâs still kind. she takes no shit, but she not only saves a childâs life, but she offers a new one to the thugs who were chasing her. in just one scene, the way that dani bands a resistance together is obvious: sheâs the best of us, and she uses that for good.
god, i love dani ramos.Â
the way that ultimately, dani takes the âheroâ role over for herself (much like sarah did, honestly) and the way that we get to see graceâs weaknesses make them a very balanced pair. theyâre both badass women in their own right (hell, sarah is, too), and they counter each other excellently. grace is augmented, and has physical capabilities that dani canât match. at the same time, though, dani is willing to make risks that grace isnât, because while graceâs concern rests on the fate of one woman, dani wants to find the best outcome for everyone--including herself, but not ending there. grace is willing to drop dani at the bottom of a mineshaft, if thatâs what it takes to keep her safe. dani is willing to sacrifice her safety to face the confrontation thatâs looming, because thatâs what it takes to move forward.Â
i think one of the coolest things about the movie is that both grace and sarah come into the action with more experience in combat than dani, and more knowledge about the situation than dani, but ultimately the movie shows that they arenât infallible, and thereâs never a moment when dani is punished for naivety or made to feel stupid because she wasnât as informed as them. both grace and sarah, in fact, are openly shown to be wrong about dani in different ways--grace knows who sheâs going to become, intimately, but that closeness makes her too reluctant to put dani near the front lines, choosing to run indefinitely from the terminator rather than face it head on and use every advantage they can get to beat it. sarah, meanwhile, respects daniâs agency more, but in a way she sees past her at the start of the movie, dismissing her importance in a way that reads as sarah dismissing her own--sheâs attacking herself and using dani as a proxy, but sarahâs wrong, because dani isnât her. i love how both grace and sarah are good characters, and theyâre both doing what they think is necessary and right, but theyâre allowed to be wrong and misguided. ultimately, if it wasnât for daniâs own agency and choices, the terminator would not have been defeated, and there would be no hope for subverting the bad future everyone is waiting for.
fate, believe it or not, is a very present theme in dark fate. obviously, i talked earlier about how this movie is the culmination of the âyou canât change the futureâ -> âyou can change the future?â -> âyou can change the future.â chain of events represented in the good terminator movies that i will acknowledge, but itâs more than just that. through the character of the âcarlâ terminator, we also get to see the blatant subversion of oneâs nature for the better, and that was just. really epic. ngl.
in terminator 2, i enjoyed how john connor was protected by the reprogrammed terminator âuncle bob,â but i was a little disappointed by the execution. having uncle bob be a protector to john was exactly what i wanted, but the explanation that he had been programmed to do so rubbed me a little the wrong way. what i didnât realize until i watched dark fate was that this pinged as wrong because dark fate gave me what i wanted: a terminator that didnât change sides because he was taken down and forced to change, but rather, a terminator that actually made a conscious decision to be better because of what he observed in humanity. carl saw a familial dynamic and realized that he had taken that from sarah, and reached out to her, giving her a purpose like his family had given him a purpose, because he chose to. and that was the sexiest thing he could have done.
can you tell i LOVE what they did with the terminator. his arc and sarahâs were such awesome continuations for sarahâs general history and the progression of terminators played by arnold schwarzenneger. part of me was hoping for an ending where we saw sarah and carl drive off together, waving to dani and preparing to live out the rest of their years saving the future. yeah, well, we didnât get that, but there were several scenes that hinted at forgiveness from sarah (an almost impossible feat given how she felt and what she lost) and trust between the two of them, and i loved that too.
dark fate was a good movie, yâall. it was so good.Â
thereâs probably a million other things that i could talk about going down this vein, but this post is already a monster. iâll just sign out by saying: one last thing i thought was epic and cool was how the protagonists cross the border from mexico into the us and at no point is such an action demonized; in fact, itâs necessary for them to reach essential aid in the form of carl, and the man who facilitates the action, daniâs uncle, is never treated amorally or like a criminal. i know, i know, the bar is on the fucking floor, but in the political climate weâve got, for a blockbuster to take that stance felt like a pretty solid statement to me.Â
also, i liked the terminatorâs line about texas. watching that in a theater in texas, i must report that it got the biggest audience reaction out of any line in the whole movie. folks, there were wolf whistles. ciao.
#terminator#terminator: dark fate#sarah connor#dani ramos#carl terminator#grace terminator#i feel like i like the movie more now than i did when i started typing this#don't get me wrong it's always been epic and sexy but while i was ruminating on it i realized things i didn't even know i felt#terminator dark fate is the gift that keeps on giving i must see it again
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â you didnât show up. i kept waiting. â from child!dany for our private verse. ;-;
regret, guilt, remorse : synonyms for the same phenomenon, an emotion stronger than any army if tormenting the wrong man, like a shadow of chaos that held the heart in an iron grip. the infamous outsider had experienced it all, from relentless melancholy to anger that burnt his very tongue with each word passing lips ; but nothing stung quite like the sorrow of regret, something so visceral that the reminder was enough to haunt for days at a time. this one ⌠this one would never stop following him. he vividly remembered when she was born, such a small thing, so clingy. as if she were made solely to be held by his hands, cradled in his arms, given love with a capacity the outsider wasnât even aware he possessed. he perceived himself a creature of cruelty and rot, a being whose sole existence defied hope, love, comfort and joy â a dead thing that refused to die, whose soul would eternally wander the realms within its reach until time it self ceased to exist.
but after the sheer agony of childbirth, even as the adrenaline of his misery wore off, there was nothing left in his heart but adoration for the tiny child within his grasp. as she drifted into well-deserved sleep, all he could think of was her :Â this child was his heir, bound to grow up with the void whispering to her at night, creatures of shadow following her as they sensed her presence. how he wished he couldâve been the one to raise her, love her as the daughter she was, but in that moment he was weak, disillusioned by thoughts of depression, suicide, or even vivid delusions. the loneliness and rejection culminated into a severe form of postpartum, and the illness did not rest even as he begged it for forgiveness, to be able to bond with his little girl the way he imagined.Â
it did not relent. the outsider was defeat by his own body, his one dream shattered to pieces by poor circumstance. as black tears dripped down his cheeks / lips parting to expose a sharp-toothed grimace / anger and self-pity merged into an overwhelming cocktail of exhausting emotions, danyâs small physique left his hands. to replace a motherâs sorrow, a stillborn erased from history. it was done. she was safe. her future was secured.
yet  â âđ đđđ˘đđ đđđĄ đđđđđđĄ. he never would. sensing her desperate wails as her current mother was occupied, it tormented him until the depths of the night, parental instincts urging him to comfort her. he wished he couldâve left, but it never was that simple. anger at oneself turned to anger at the person heâd entrusted this child with, how dare she ignore the child when she needed her most? it was wrong, it tore him to shreds, but he cooed her at times, fed her when her âmotherâ was prioritizing other matters, putting her to his warm skin. his heartbeat was faint, as expected from a long-deceased deity, but what did it matter to a newborn? this could not continue for long, and it didnât. one day the guards came in, to deliver the babe to its mother, and the shadow of a man lingered too long. from then on, the door would always be open, someone permanently by the well-decorated crib. it was a cruel, necessary goodbye.
years passed after that. her presence lingered in his mind more often than not, him having torn himself away from her entirely in an attempt to leave her be. it was torturous, years of a hollow heart having eaten away at what was left of his compassion and empathy. it was meaningless, until â-
here they were. she had called for him after knowing of his existence, and if the outsider were asked it was way too soon. this, however, he could not pause. nothing could be changed now. to most his appearance was a blessing, a rarity to know he was listening in the first place  â-  but if she even whispered his name, his focus would shift. like magnets, eternally bound together by blood, unique in the world. alone, save for each other. her eyes, bright and vivid, spoke a language of its own, one a pathetic god could listen to for hours. daenerys, rightful heir to the throne. daenerys, child of the void. so young, so small. what had the world done to her? how he wished to hold her, protect her from tyrannical forces beyond his embrace. but that would do no good here.Â
                       â â  đ đđđđ đđđđđđđ.  â
iâm sorry. oh, i am so sorry. fingers entangled with each other as his physique stood before her, struggling to conceal his near-uncontrollable shivering. he would not break, not as she watched. what could he say? she deserved the truth.
 â if i returned.. â a pause. how could the great outsider struggle so with words? what had he become?  â  âŚyour mother would no longer be your guardian. i would have taken you away from the house you found comfort in, to bring you to my own; a realm of dreams, an eternal sea of blue. alone with me, until you could call it your home. however, that existence is very lonely. lonelier than you could ever imagine. iâm not so certain you would have liked that, nor the existence my presence would prepare you for. where you were, how long i disappeared.. i thought it the best. â he knew that was a lie, but she was too young for the details.
â  i did it out of love for you. if there had been an alternative at the time, i would have done it in a heartbeat. unfortunately, fate does not care about our hopes.  â  this, he would have to live with. until the void swallowed the world and took him with it.  â  ⌠i am so sorry.  â
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Review Response, Destiny #041
... Huh. ... Just ONE day after updating... 10. ... For the first time since May 2016...
Well then, I guess itâs time to make a review response. Even though the system has changed... 10. Iâll just cover whateverâs left on the 24th.
... Letâs see if this chapter also does what hasnât been done since May 2016, which is NOT drag the average down (current story average: 12.34).
1) That end to the chapter though was not what I was expecting but it was very interesting, that deltarune hint thought
I will admit, this confused me greatly. I was like âWHAT Deltarune hint?!â So I read over the entire chapter like 3 times, scanning to see if my sleep-deprived, delirious self put in Deltarune references without me knowing. I put in quite a few game quotes this chapter, but not Deltarune. And upon not spotting any, I looked through all the Deltarune posts that I made, because I wondered if I forgot the events of that game so I couldnât recognize the references.
And THEN I saw...
... Ah. THAT hint. ... Yeah. Hehehe... I decided to have Crystal shredded by the 10% Zygarde formes like... a year ago? And I just had to play Deltarune before that chapter occurred. Heh. I was also expecting people to ask about that but I guess either no one cared or thought I was joking.
2) WoW this was really cool So Crystal died and did gold die too? Thats an... interesting way to break up A pairing you didnât care for anymore. Looking forward to the next one
Eh, I didnât kill Gold and Crystal to break up a pairing I didnât care for anymore. I had Crystal killed because she has never died in any of my stories yet... as far as I know. Thus Crystal was killed. The brutality of it... ehn. Why not. I was originally going to have her actually torn apart but... that felt like a little much. For now.
And as for Gold, it seemed like the logical result, upon seeing Crystal getting pretty much eviscerated like that. Given his personality, upon seeing someone he really cared about getting killed like that, chances are, he would snap and charge towards the enemy. But hey, because of that, Emerald doesnât die. Gold saved his life, in a sense, by beating him to the reckless charge that killed himself.
3) R.I.P. Johto. I mean people could just evacuate Kalos and have Groudon Hiroshima the place. Or even without the evacuating part. But I guess that wouldn't be interesting. Also, couldn't Latias/Latios just fly to Dex Holders to warn them, like without Ruby and Sapphire? Eh I guess there's some ulterior motives going on here. A pleasure to read as usual, keep up the good work.
Hehe. Evacuate Kalos and then have all three Primals obliterate the whole region. âZygarde cells are hiding all around this region? Let it burn.â Primal Groudon glasses a third of the region, Primal Kyogre floods another third, and Primal Rayquaza bombards the remaining third with raining meteors.
Yes, Latias or Latios couldâve flown over to Emerald and warn him while the other looks over Ruby and Sapphire. But they wouldnât have really had the reason to do that. Like, they wouldnât know whether the Dex Holders were struggling or not against Zygarde. And given their (offscreen) conversation with Emerald, they wouldâve heard the plan of action and figured the Dex Holders wouldâve been fine.
4) C'THUN! C'THUUUN! C'THUUUUUUUUUUN!
Heh. That minion only ever says ONE thing. ... And then it dies. I miss Câthun decks. Even if I have to draw 25 cards first on average to draw that f*cking thing. Part of the reason why I put in so many Câthun quotes into Zygarde. Flee... screaming.
5) 1st: YAY AN UPDATE! 2nd: DAMN IT DID YOU REALLY HAVE TO KILL GOLD?! HE WAS ONE OF MY FAVORITES (ASIDES FROM GREEN WHO IS ALREADY DEAD!)
Yep! Update! For the first time since July! ... And... heh. Iâve heard THAT before back in SA when I killed Gold there.
6) You had to kill them...
Crystal, yes. Gold, ... cause and effect. Iâm kind of trying to kill the Dex Holders who have yet to die in my stories, who are NOT protected by plot-immortality.
7) Oof rip all the Johto dexholders, I have a feeling I know what the solution Latios and Latias were talking about is and now that's zygarde is 100% is there really any chance for a happy ending?
Happy ending? Sure. ... For some of the Dex Holders, anyways. Heh. This is like a branching path. Like those games that have multiple endings depending on what you did. The good ending: everyone lives from this point on. The neutral ending: ... probably whatâs going to happen. The bad ending: ... f*cking everyone dies.
8) Lots of action this chapter! I loved it, bit i was still sad. Dang that super zygarde is bad news, and what happened to the mega hunter? The cliffhanger is going to kill me!
The johto trio is now completely wiped out . I get the feeling that ruby and sapphire are going to die because of what was said between latios and latios.
No mention of soneone from the sinnoh trio dying but i doubt youâll let them remain untouched. Finally im almost certain that either black or white (or both) will die since thats your favorite duo to torture.
While I said that I probably wouldnât update Destiny again this year... given, well... 10, I probably will. IF the average gets raised by this chapter... then I might even update before December. So you wonât have to wait too long! ... Maybe!
The fates of Ruby and Sapphire have been set long before Destiny itself has existed. In fact, their fates were an idea that had been lingering since the days of SA.
Ah, do I want to kill the Sinnoh Dex Holders? Or Black and White again? In Destiny, there are 3 types of Dex Holders: those who are guaranteed to survive due to plot, those who are guaranteed to die due to plot, or neither. Obviously, the first two are set, but those that fall in the third category, like Gold, I can just... toss away in the final battle. Now, where do the Sinnoh and Unova cast fit in? ... That is the question, isnât it?
9) Oh there's the Complete Zygarde! I was wondering when it would show up and RIP Gold and Crys. Though I guess it wouldn't be surprising if it ended in a way where Red and Blue were the only survivors (and maybe Dia and Platinum). Loved it as always and can't wait to see the next chapter and what the Mega Hunter will do now that he's slowly breaking free~!
The 100% Zygarde that had been planned since the gameâs reveal WAY back has finally appeared! Hell, itâs about time. Heh. Spare only Red and Blue? What is this, that show that I used to watch back in Korea when I was like 6? Everyone died in the finale except for the first three characters. ... But I already killed one of the first three, didnât I? ... Whoops.
10) Gah, my heart. My poor babies TT
Poor Crystal. Just like Sapphire in our collaboration chapter, she was jumped by a pack of wolf-like things. But Sapphire had the plot-immortality and brute strength to survive. Crystal... did not. Thus Crystal gets her neck broken, arms and one leg broken and almost torn off, and even got her heart physically shredded... ouch.
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Setting Sail/Departure
First part! Second part! Third part! And this is the LAST part!
Summary: Komaeda hallucinates his past self as he deals with the aftermath of the NWP and despair. With all that's happened, it's difficult to figure out how he feels about it. But perhaps there is some closure he can seek.
Rating: M
Warnings: Surreality with disturbing and suggestive themes. Hospitals, mental instability and breakdown, depictions of violence, mentions of death and injuries, and attempted murder. Also this fic is 22K words long.
Notes: Last fic and this oneâs a doozy! Hopefully itâs a good ending or at least a good...fic. Cross-posting this was unsurprisingly hell. Thanks Komaeda. Love you, too. Anyway, so we finally get to sdr2â˛s ending theme which is the most uplifting of the four songs! Hopefully this ending is uplifting, too.
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The recovery of the remnants had been a complete success. All comatose students had been awoken, with himself as the last one. By all accounts, this should be means for celebration. Probably.
Itâs even a clear, perfect day outside, as though hope itself shone on the horizon. Nary of cloud of despair in sight. Just vibrant, carefree, endless blue.
Funny, he doesnât actually feel that way at all. He just feels...cold, he supposes. Cold and vacant.
But thatâs typically how he always feels when stuck in a hospital room by himself.
âKomaeda? Youâre up?â
Komaeda perks up, blearily turning in the direction of that voice. That person freezes for a moment, not unlike Hinata, and then they relax, expression smoothing over into calm unreadability, not unlike Kamukura.
Heâs still not exactly sure who and what this person is.
But he still thinks of them mostly as Hinata-kun for the sake of simplicity. And Kamukura-kun for moments that went beyond that.
âEven though you donât really know nor actually remember Kamukura-kun all that well.â
Komaeda waves that other voice off, trying to focus at least somewhat on the person physically in the same room as him.
âIâm up.â A moment of hesitation. âGood morning, Hinata-kun. Or is it good afternoon? Aha, the clock in this room is still broken, you see...â
Hinataâor whateverâlooks at the broken clock in question.
âI... Do you want to get that fixed? I can probably ask Souda...â
âOh no,â Komaeda laughs. âDonât bother nor worry about something so mundane. It just isnât worth the effort. And itâs not like I really care.â
Hinata swallows and nods.
âI...see...â
Komaeda nods back.
Thereâs a long stretch of silence, then Hinata comes closer, eyes flickering about. To the IVs, to the beeping machine, to the windows, to the curtains, to the wilting flowers that one of the nurses left behind. Theyâre quite pretty, really, a soft mellow shade of yellow that resembled the ones Komaeda remembered keeping in his cabin.
In the simulation.
The simulation...
He glances towards them just as Hinata speaks up once more.
âHow have you been feeling, Komaeda?â
âFine, fine,â he said easily, giving a crooked smile after snapping back to attention. âThe doctors and nurses have been taking pretty good care of me, which is far better than I deserve, ehe. I donât think Iâve woken up to one person trying to smother me overnight!â
âThey wouldnât do that,â Hinata said, scowling. âThese people are sympathetic. They understand what happened.â
Komaeda hummed noncommittally.
âMy, my, such upstanding people. They really do make us look all the scummier, huh?â
Hinata flinched but said nothing. No surprise there. It wasnât like Komaeda was wrong after all.
âWeâre...not like that anymore,â Hinata mumbled after a while. âThe program erased that.â
Komaedaâs smile drops.
âCareful,â they hiss at him. âHinata-kun might be dense but Kamukura-kun will definitely notice.â
And Hinata does perk up at his expression, eyes narrowing. Komaedaâs sure his heart skipped a beat, but he smiled once more like it was nothing.
âYou say that, but Kamukura Izuru is still present, isnât he?â
Itâs so easy. Itâs so unbearably easy. Hinata twitches, and that suspicion on his face fades into something more complicated.
Well. It is a complicated matter.
âI wonder if despair really can be erased like that,â Komaeda went on. âAre you saying that a relapse is utterly impossible? Tsumiki-san had relapsed in the program after all, so clearly there are cracks in the barrier, so to speak.â
Hinata hesitated, and then, he takes a deep breath.
âIt is true that relapses and breakdowns are a possibility, however the likelihood of that event repeating is increasingly implausible. Now that we are aware of the situation, we are more guarded against it. Everyone here does not wish to fall back into that state. That will make a difference.â
He wouldâve clapped, but he lacked the number of hands necessary. All the same, Komaeda giggled brightly.
âI see, I see. Then weâre well on the road to recovery! How lovely.â His grin widens. âI suppose you could say despair is the bridge to hope after all. Ehehe.â
âI suppose.â The response was clipped.
âDo you really agree?â he asked. âKa-mu-ku-ra-kun?â
âIt does not matter. Boring.â And then, Hinata returned to ask, âSo has everything been going alright, Komaeda?â
âYes.â His own response was clipped as well. âEverything is fine. Nothing to worry about. The only issue here is that I keep having to look at your face.â
Hinata scowled at him.
âDick. If youâre that shitty, no oneâs going to visit you.â
âI donât want them to,â he says. âFor the sake of my health, itâs better that way. Any despair at all makes me sick. So, please leave me alone and never come near me again.â
âYou canât order me around,â Hinata hissed, and then he huffed. âBut I get the message. Fine. Whatever. Bye, Komaeda.â
Komaeda waved cheerily.
âBye-bye, Hinata-kun! Kamukura-kun!â
The door slammed behind them. He couldnât be sure which one slammed it, but in the end it didnât really matter.
The bed dips, and Komaeda knows itâs just his imagination, butâ
âYou really played it up, Nagito-kun,â they told him, playing with the chain dangling from his collar. âThat was rather unnecessary. You mightâve really hurt Hinata-kunâs feelings!â
âLike that matters,â Komaeda retorts darkly. He receives a laugh in response.
âIt does,â they reply. âAfter all, Hinata-kun is precious to you, isnât he? Even now, he swells in your heart like a tumor. It might just be malignant. Thatâs no good.â
Komaeda grimaces before rolling his eyes and crossing his arms.
âServant-san,â he says, sniffing. âYour sense of humor is absolutely dreadful.â
Servant giggles once more at him.
âEhehe. I suppose you could say itâs despairing.â
Komaeda groaned at the awful joke.
â...itâs very despairing.â
--
After the world destroyer program succeeded, it was only fitting that he went from that paradisiac prison to absolute hell.
âH-Hey, can you hear me...?!â
Hinata had been the one to greet him, but it was likely Kamukura who had looked him over. They both pulled him up as the world was spinning around him.
âHinata Hajime...or Kamukura Izuru...?â
âThey both are me.â
Komaeda blinked at them blearily and he itched all over, especially around his neck. His armâ
His wrist was gripped before he could shred the itchy, itchy bandages wrapped all around his arm.
âSteady yourself,â he was told. âJust breathe, Komaeda.â
Komaeda had tried but it was difficult. Like his throat was clogged up, his nose stuffed, and then he sneezed. It was still itchy. The bandages, the wires, the hospital clothesâ
âYouâre probably disoriented, so just take it easy,â Hinata said softly. Was it Hinata? Maybe it was Kamukura, butâhe couldnât hear the cadence properly, so he wasnât entirely sure.
âI suppose that makes sense. You never were terribly familiar with Kamukura-kun.â
Komaeda blinked. Once. Twice.
â...you...â
âKomaeda?â Hinata asks, but Komaedaâs not focused on him, heâs focused on, onâon the other presence. The one from the failed simulation, the one who had helped him remember for a time. The one that the world destroyer should have torn to shreds along with that fake program.
They blink at him, fidgeting with a long, rusty chain dangling from their neck. It takes a moment, but Komaeda does remember once more. He remembers seeing them in his reflection before but not like this. Never like this. Even in the simulation, they had never been so...clear.
âH-Hey, Komaeda?!â
âDonât say anything,â they told him. âIf those two realizeâyou might just end up back in that pod, Nagito-kun. And who knows how much of you will make it out next time?â
Komaeda blinks. Once. Twice.
âK-Komaeda, say something!â
âSay something,â they hissed at him. âYou need to say something.â
Komaeda screamed.
Everything rushes by quickly, suddenly heâs thrashing and struggling against multiple arms. Hinata is pleading with him, but the other presence just watches with a blank, vacant gaze.
Heâs gasping, face damp, he shaking his head and resisting the multiple people trying to hold him down. He can barely register Hinata, he, he, he, heâ
Heâs sedated. And then everything goes black.
--
He wakes up with his one good hand handcuffed to the bedframe and the rest of him strapped down. His arm had been freshly bandaged, so it wasnât itchy anymore. At least there was that.
And the other presence was pinning him down.
âYou overdid it,â they said. âYou completely overdid it. How disappointing.â
Komaeda breathes, inhaling, exhaling, and then sighing.
âWhy...â He swallows back saliva. It hardly helps his dry throat. âWhy are you here?â
âI donât want to be,â they reply and sit back on his legs. Komaeda can register the weight and thatâthatâs really kind of creepy. âBut the Neo World Program was quite the faulty creation. Such a shame. Iâm so disappointed. Despairingly disappointed. That was supposed to be Matsuda-kunâs final project. And I thought Gekkogahara-sensei had perfected it.â
Komaeda blinks at him, mind rather hazy as he tried to remember those names. It was as though his head had been stuffed with a dense fog, and the only thing he could seeâwas the reflection in front of him, sitting atop him.
âItâd be one thing if you were just a hallucination,â he said. âBut you shouldnât remember things that I donât.â
âLike I said,â they replied. âThe Neo World Program was quite the faulty creation.â
Komaeda blinked and then he lied back, inhaling, exhaling.
âSo,â he said. âWho are you?â
âI suppose...nothing more than a servant.â A smile twisted across their face, jagged and unpleasant. âThough perhaps I canât even be that much in this kind of state.â
âPerhaps,â Komaeda echoed. âServant-san, then.â
âSuch formality!â Servant laughs. âAre you being sarcastic, Nagito-kun?â
Komaeda hummed, wiggling his wrist just a little.
âServant-san...can you get off?â
Despite giggling at him, Servant slid off obediently.
âAre you good luck or bad luck?â Komaeda asked, blinking at him.
Servantâs smile twisted anymore.
âWe shall see.â
--
Recovery was tedious. He expected that much. The doctors and nurses were all formal and kind. Since Komaeda kept quiet, since Komaeda kept his head down, there wasnât much for them to complain about. So they were all formal. And kind.
He wondered if any of them found that disappointing. A former remnant of despair having all the assertiveness and agency of a doll. He supposed it didnât really matter what they felt as long as they kept doing their job, and that he didnât really care.
All of this was something he was used to, prior to despair. It didnât leave an impact at all anymore. It just was what it was, being every bit as mundane and familiar as school days. It really was just...
âIncredibly...boring...â
Yeah. Despairingly boring.
But it wasnât like he really strove for anything more. He forced himself to walk even when his legs threatened to give out, and he swallowed down every unpleasant pill, but... All that was only because it was what he was accustomed to doing, and because he didnât exactly know what else he should do.
It wasnât like he was going along with them because he wanted things to get better. Because he wanted to live. Because he wanted to be better.
Itâs just because I donât know what else Iâm supposed to do. Iâm really at a loss.
âWell, thatâs understandable.â
Servant didnât bother him much, trailing after him, watching him eat, probably watching him sleep, too. After a while, that, too, became a mundane normalcy that wasnât worth paying attention to.
âThey say your health is progressing but youâre just at a standstill,â Servant said, as if he didnât know that already. âAfter they deem you well enough to leave, what are you going to do, Nagito-kun?â
Komaeda could only shrug.
âAre you going to try and assist the Future Foundation?â Servant asked cheerily. âOr maybe just help along the island? Or you can try and live a peaceful life here. You could take up gardening! Doesnât that sound quaint?â
âI canât imagine living a quaint, peaceful life after everything,â Komaeda said. âTruth be told, that just sounds impossible. Distant. Like imagining being able to fly or teleport.â
âI see...â Servant trails off before turning his attention to the new flowers left out. Daisies, to be precise. âDo you want to die then, Nagito-kun?â
âI...â He stared at the window, shielding his eyes only slightly from the filtered sunlight. âI donât actually care. If I live. Or if I die. I donât think it really matters anymore.â
Servant blinks at him and then gives an enigmatic smile.
âIs that so? And after you had put yourself through so much to take down all of Ultimate Despair by your lonesome,â he hums, reaching out and prodding Komaedaâs cheek. His touch was cold. Cold enough to make him flinch. âThatâs pretty disheartening to hear. Is that really how you feel? Or is there more to it?â
âIf there is,â Komaeda murmurs. âI wouldnât know what.â
Servant is quiet, for a moment, contemplative it seemed. That in itself was strange.
Youâre a fragment of my mind, right? He wondered. Youâre a part of me. Shouldnât that mean I always know what youâre thinking?
âNo,â Servant said aloud. âDue to the effects of the program, that door on your end has been shut. Actually, think of it as a two-way mirror. Transparent on my end, not so much on yours.â
âI see.â He fists his hand into the sheet. âI donât really understandâbut all I can really do is accept that as an explanation.â
Servant nodded at him cheerily.
âI think youâll understand with time,â he said. âAfter all, I can tell you havenât completely give up yet, Nagito-kun.â
I suppose you would know that best, huh.
He wondered about that, especially as Servantâs smile widened, his eyes gleaming.
--
Heâs well enough to walk but his stamina is somehow even worse than it used to be.
âDonât push yourself,â Servant told him. âI canât exactly steady you, Nagito-kun.â
He stumbles, falling hard enough onto his knees to leave them throbbing and well. He almost thinks he hears Servant give a pained hiss in sympathy, butâ
âFor the sake of hope, this trivial injury is nothing! Thatâs how Iâd look at it anyway.â
âIt still hurts,â Komaeda growled at him. âAlso, what does hope even have to do with any of it...?â
âCareful, careful,â Servant murmurs as he shakily pulls himself back to his feet. He struggles from the exertion and only having one hand. âEasy, easy. You have this.â
He manages, panting and feeling ready to faint.
âItâs not a long walk back to your room,â Servant said. âYou can make it, Nagito-kun! Fight, fight!â
âI could just remain here,â Komaeda mumbled to the wall. âOne of the nurses or doctors is sure to notice me. They can help me back. I donât have to push myself.â
Servant puffed his cheeks. âHow boring! You need to be more proactive!â
âWhenever I am,â Komaeda whispered, leaning against the wall. âI just seem to make everything worse.â
âThings often have to get worse before they get better,â Servant said sharply. âDespair is the bridge to hope.â
...Yeah, Iâve said as much before. But...
âIâm tired,â Komaeda sighs, slumping. âIâm so, so tired, Servant-san...â
âI understand.â Servant says it so seriously that Komaeda does believe him, despite himself. Despite everything and himself, really. âBut you have to continue going on, Nagito-kun. Thatâs what it means to recover. And to live.â
âFunny how the ghost of my former self is the one telling me that,â Komaeda muttered before letting out a soft chuckle. âKind of ironic, donât you think?â
His legs were shaking.
âSorry. I. I donât think I can walk back like this. Iâm going to have to wait for someone to come get me.â
Servant frowns and sighs and plops down beside him. The chain rattles and rustles from the motion. Itâs eerie. Itâs eerie how real Servant sounds.
âSit down, then,â Servant said. âBest not to strain yourself.â
Komaeda sits, but Servant seems rather huffy that he did.
âYou really donât remember much, do you?â he asked, almost accusingly. âI remember. I do.â
Komaeda blinks at him blearily.
âOkay.â
He canât think of anything else to say. Or really anything else he can do, really. He just sits there, waiting for someone to come get him. Like a child waiting for their parents at the end of a school day.
Itâs...frustrating. Itâs really kind of frustrating.
But what is he supposed to do?
Servant, predictably, doesnât answer. He doesnât even hint at a potential one.
With a heavy sigh, Komaeda buries his face into his knees, and can only continue to wait.
--
He waits. And waits. He remembers waiting this helplessly before. After the plane had crashed, heâhe spent a lot of time waiting. And waiting. And waiting.
I always have to wait for people, donât I? Wait for them to understand, wait for them to move forward, wait for them to turn back. How irritating. So irritating. Itâs no wonder I spend so much time alone. Maybe someone like me is meant to be alone. Maybe, once I am well enough to leave...
His mind draws a blank.
I...still have no idea what Iâm supposed to do. What does it matter at this point? Hope, despair, luck, fate... It still feels like everythingâs slipped through my feelings in the end. After all that, I woke up with nothing but a ghost who shouldâve been erased.
How depressing. He really does feel hopeless. But this isnât despair. Somehow, he knows that much, at least.
Itâs just apathy. Emptiness. Ennui. Really, what does it matter?
Servant leans against him with a sigh, making him perk up, shivering for a moment. Servant doesnât say anything nor does he move, and his body is, so, so, so cold. Cold enough to send his teeth chattering. And, and, and, and, andâ
âK-Komaeda?!â
Komaeda stiffens, recoils really at the call of his name.
Oh no... Oh no, no, no... I wasnât waiting for you!
âHinata...kun.â His face is undoubtedly pained, mouth twisted into a grimace before he turns away. âUrgh. Just keep on moving. Donât mind me.â
âDid something happen?â Hinata surges forward, kneeling before him and eyes scanning him with such intensity that Komaeda felt almost violated. âYour... Your legs gave out, huh? And you donât have the energy to walk back? So, were you just waiting for someone to come get you?â
Komaedaâs never wanted to scream so badly before.
âAha. Nothing escapes Kamukura-kunâs focus. How frightening!â
That doesnât help!
âI... I was,â he stammered out. âSo itâs no big deal. One of the nurses or one of the doctors will walk past, and they can help me. Like I said, just...keep on moving, Hinata-kun. Donât mind me.â
Hinata backs off a little, but his frown deepens.
âI can help you,â he said, the words flowing so easily. âIf thatâs all it is... I can help. Iâll carry you back.â
Komaeda shook his head firmly.
âI donât want you to,â he snapped. âIf you do that, Iâll have to thank you afterwards. Iâll be in your debt. The thought is beyond sickening.â
So just leave. Just...
âIt would be a privilege if you let me help you, Komaeda Nagito,â Hinata says so dully that the very atmosphere dropped. âIf you let me help you, I would be ever so grateful.â
Komaeda blinks, and his face scrunched up. âAre you mocking me?â He makes a sound of disgust. âBut if you really feel that way, I suppose I should feel pressured to accept. Goodness, someone like you considering something like that a privilege...â
I almost want to strangle you. But I canât do that with just one hand.
âSo will you do me the honors or not?â Hinata asked, still unimpressed.
Komaeda trembled for a moment and puffed his cheeks.
âFine. After all, you did save me.â He sneers. âThe least I can do is repay you for that. You and Kamukura-kun.â
Hinata didnât dignify that with an answer. Instead he leaned in and scooped Komaeda up into his arms, startling him.
âW-Whaâhey, hey! I-Is this really necessary!?â
âItâs whatâs easiest,â Hinata replied coolly as Komaeda clung to him out of necessity. âYouâre really light. You should eat more, Komaeda. Just toast for breakfast isnât enough.â
âThatâs none of your concern!â
Hinata snorted and Komaeda reddened more with anger. Without even breaking a sweat, Hinata strode on ahead, cradling him with ease.
This... This really is the worst luck... Just the worst...
âHis chest is warm, at least. Isnât it, isnât it?â
Thatâs the opposite of helping, Servant-san.
Somehow it just irritated him further.
--
As though handling something fragile, Hinata sets him down carefully atop the bed.
Komaeda crossed his arms tightly, but all the same he kicks his feet under the cover. He turns away petulantly when Hinata continues to loom.
âDonât you have other places to be? At least pick up on the mood.â
âYouâre still in that shitty mood, huh?â
âYour observation skills know no bounds,â Komaeda hissed, every centimeter dripping with sarcasm. Then, he sighs. âI donât know how much clearer I can be about how unwilling I am to bear witness to your company. You, Kamukura-kun, anyone who used to be despair, really... I want nothing to do with any of you.â
âWell thatâs tough,â Hinata said bitingly. âConsidering weâre all stuck on this island together.â
Komaeda waved his hand dismissively.
âThat doesnât change my mind.â
Hinata stiffened, and then, he growled, fists clenching.
âThatâs unfair!â he exclaimed. âI know we all did fucked up things, butâthatâs not enough reason to act so fucking cold, Komaeda!â
âItâs not? Aha. Funny. Funny. There was never enough reason when it came to me getting treated coldly.â Komaeda snorted. âOn the island...even before that...during despair, too, right...?â
âYes. Right.â
âIâve never really been a part of the group, right? Never...not really. So why continue to pretend? Why not embrace it now? If Iâm near you, youâre unhappy. If I keep my distance, youâre unhappy. Hey. Hey. What do you even want from me, Hinata Hajime?â He turns to Hinata to glare at him. âWhat about you, Kamukura Izuru? Do you think that this is all funny? Entertaining? Interesting? We could have all died because of you. You could have brought her back. Is that what Matsuda Yasuke wouldâve wanted?â
Hinata goes dead still.
â...Matsuda-kun? Do you even remember Matsuda-kun?â
He did. A little. But not very well. Matsuda was grouchy yet kind, right? He hadâblack hair and blue eyes, right?
Was...that right? Matsuda... Yasuke... Matsuda-kun...
âIf you donât really remember, you shouldnât just use his name like that.â
But I...!
The door once again slammed shut. It was so sudden that he jumped.
âA-Ah...?â He blinked once. Twice. âHinata-kun...? Kamukura-kun?â
No answer. Of course now. But still.
âW-What the hell...? All upset over some guy who died years ago...â He hmphed. âThatâs so pathetic.â
Servant was frowning at him, but just as he met Servantâs cold stare, Servant smiled cheerfully like nothing was wrong.
âYou really are lucky,â he said. âBeing unable to fully remember. It must be so nice.â
Nice?
âEven you, Servant-san...?â
âEven me,â Servant chirped happily. âAnd even you, even if you donât remember. But itâs whatever. All in the past! Even Kamukura-kun knows better than to get all twisted up over some carelessly spoken words!â
Komaeda doesnât say anything, instead lying back down, covering his eyes with his bandaged arm.
â...they were upset. Even if Iâm rightfully angry at them... I should apologize for that, at least.â
âOhhh?â Servant intoned. âJust like that? How very mature of you!â
âItâs not mature,â he mumbled, squeezing his eyes tightly shut. âItâs just...proper behavior.â
âYou have Matsuda-kun to thank for that,â Servant said. âYour proper behavior.â
...I have a lot to thank that person for, donât I?
âYou do.â
Komaeda really felt so exhausted. It wasnât much longer before he fell asleep.
--
Unsurprisingly, Hinata doesnât visit in the next few days. Or the rest of the week. Or the week after.
His usual routine didnât change at all. Though perhaps the food was steadily getting blander, mushier, harder to swallow.
âOr maybe thatâs guilt,â Servant remarked, nibbling on toast. Was that, too, a hallucination? When Komaeda reached for it, however, Servant smacked his hand away. âNo. Get your own.â
Komaeda pulled away grumbly. Even if he did eat his own bread, it still tasted so much...like nothing. He forced himself to chew and swallow all the same.
âThat hand...â His gaze flickers to the mitted hand that Servant smacked him with. âUnder that mitten...is it...?â
Servant blinks, smiling at him innocently.
âThatâs a secret,â he said, shoving the rest of his toast into his mouth. He chewed, swallowed, and grinned. âI donât feel close enough to you to divulge such intimate information, Nagito-kun.â He feigns a blush, cupping his cheek. âItâs just so embarrassing!â
Komaeda frowned. âHow much closer do we need to be? And thatâs really unfair. Iâm not in any position where I can keep secrets from you.â
âItâs better that way,â Servant said. âThose memories were erased for your own good. Itâs just unfortunate that theyâre seeping out.â
âIf itâs unfortunate, then fortune should come from it.â
But... If thatâs the case, then...what kind of fortune...?
Servant gave him another smile, but that was hardly an answer.
Hey... What am I even living for, anyway?
âServant-san...â
âIf people see you talking to yourself,â Servant said, almost snapped. âYouâll be stuck here longer. And I donât think you actually want that. This purgatory is...incredibly boring.â
Purgatory, huh?
He supposed he couldnât disagree with that.
--
Purgatory was a good name for it. But purgatory was eternal. This wasnât.
âKomaeda-kun, good news! You should be able to leave the hospital soon! We just need to run a few more tests.â
âOkay.â
âYouâve been very well-behaved, Komaeda-kun. Such a shock!â A laugh. âI never wouldâve believed you were despair a mere year ago!â
âYeah...â
They were smiling at him so assuringly that it was sickening. But he just swallowed that back and kept his head bowed. Itâs easy, after all. Heâs been a patient more times than he can count. All this time spent in the hospital now was hardly different to the time spent in years past. Prior to Hopeâs Peak. Prior to despair.
But back then, his teacher would at least send a gift basket when they remembered. Not always but... Having something was nice.
He would likely miss the flowers that the nurse kept setting up.
There wasnât anything else to miss. Not really. It wasnât like he got visitors.
But one day, he did receive a couple of letters.
None of them were from his classmates. One of them was from Naegi. Another had a stamp with Usami on it. Gekkogahara, then. And the last oneâwas from Yukizome-sensei.
He froze up at that one. Shakily, he opened it, Servant peering over his shoulder.
Included was a picture of him and the rest of class. The day before they graduated. Everyone had been grinning so stupidly that day, including himself.
Komaeda blinked. Once. Twice.
He tore up both the picture and the letter without even reading it, crumbling up the pieces and tossing them.
âYou werenât in a lot of class photos,â Servant said. âStill itâs pretty bad taste for Yukizome-sensei to pick that one to send, aha. Ooh, what would Munakata-san say?â
âDoes that matter?â he hissed. Servant just shrugged, shaking his head.
âNo, I suppose not.â
Irritably, Komaeda moved on to open the next letter. The one from Gekkogahara.
He shivered a but, peeling it open.
It had a picture included with it as well. And the picture wasâ
âMatsuda-kun!â Servant exclaimed, eyes bright and sparkling. âLook at that, itâs Matsuda-kun! Ooh, I remember this picture! Do you?â
âNo...â Komaeda stared at it, at the scowling face of a boy with eyes as blue as the sea and dark, messy hair. Right beside him, he saw his own bright smile reflected back. They were pressed rather close together, shoulders touching. He blinked. âI...â
âMatsuda-kun! Please smile! This is supposed to be a happy memory!â
âJust take the damn picture, sensei. I have other things to do.â
âUwah! Uu, so cold...â
âMatsuda-kun, you really shouldnât be so cold!â
âPuh, puh.â
âAah, but, sorry sensei, Matsuda-kunâs other responsibilities are pretty important. So please snap the picture so that he can leave!â
âUu, uu... Okay, if Komaeda-kun insists. Even without Matsuda-kunâs smile, this is still a precious memory.â
âI donât remember that well,â he muttered lamely, flipping it around. Love, love was scribbled on the back in loopy handwriting. âGekkogahara-sensei took this picture with her computer, right? So, itâs not a surprise she still has it.â
âStill, itâs nice to see,â Servant coos. âMatsuda-kunâs so handsome. Ehe. I really miss him.â
âDo you, now...?â Komaeda shuffled the picture behind the letter, unfolding it to read. âDear Komaeda-kun...â
I heard youâve been getting better! Thatâs so good to hear! As long as you continue looking forward, hope will always remain in your heart.
The path might be difficult and you may struggle a lot, but I know you can do it. Youâre stronger than you think.
In the meantime, you should definitely try to talk more with the people who care about you! At times like these, surrounding yourself with these people is especially essential. When I find a way to work around Munakata-san, Iâll definitely visit all of you. Itâs a bit nostalgic, going back to our old sessions. Much has changed though, hasnât it?
I included a picture of that day Matsuda-kun dropped you off. I know Yukizome-san included a picture, too, but... Itâs important, I think, to continue carrying around the memory of people who can only be with us in spirit. Matsuda-kun cared very much for you, even if he struggled to show it. I never want you to forget that, Komaeda-kun.
Iâm sorry. The Neo World Program didnât work as intended. I really let all of you down. When I visit, Iâll be sure to apologize in person, too. But know that even with all this, I know in my heart that you can pull through. Especially you, Komaeda-kun! Donât forget it.
Love, love!
And then one last sentence, scribbled along the bottom alongside a little stamp with Usamiâs beaming face.
Thank you for taking care of those children, Komaeda-kun. Theyâre in good hands now.
Komaeda folded up the letter and set it aside. As for the picture...
âDo you want to keep it?â he asked Servant tiredly. Servant perked up, blinked a few times and laughed.
âIt doesnât really matter what I want, Nagito-kun.â
Delicately, Komaeda folds the picture up and tucks it away.
Then I might as well.
He opens and unfolds Naegiâs letter next. Naegi, thankfully, hadnât included a picture. It was just...a kind, handwritten letter, asking about how he was, informing him of the situation with the Future Foundation to an extent, and... It just...
It doesnât matter. It really, really doesnât matter.
âSo harsh! You should be more honored!â Servant exclaimed. âThe Ultimate Hope going out of his way to write someone like you a letter... Itâs an honor! The highest honor!â
Komaeda gave him a disgruntled look.
âEven I can tell youâre being sarcastic, Servant-san.â
Servant laughed again.
âI was being a little serious,â he said. âBut yes. I might be just a little bitter towards Naegi-kun. Itâs not his fault, really. Iâm just that kind of conceited person.â
âSomehow I can believe that,â Komaeda replied. âServant-san is quite the audacious person. Itâs sometimes sickening to think that youâre the ghost of my former self.â
âThen it really is bad luck that the program didnât fully erase me!â Servant chirped. âI wonder what good luck this will lead to.â
...itâs hard to imagine...
âI should write letters in return,â Komaeda sighs. âItâd be... I guess...proper behavior. I have no idea what to say to any of them. And my handwriting is terrible. So I would have to get someone to write it for me.â
âYou can ask one of the doctors or the nurses; Iâm sure they wonât mind,â Servant said. âAnd they would be less suspicious, too.â
â...I suppose.â He sets Naegiâs letter with Gekkogaharaâs. âIs there even...any point to it, outside of formality?â
âYouâre so boring, Nagito-kun,â Servant said cheerfully. âAre you saying you donât want to write them?â
âI... No, not really.â He shrugs almost helplessly. âI havenât really wanted to do anything in a while. Save for apologize to Hinata-kun, maybe. But...â
Heâs been making that difficult. So Iâm starting to feel like I shouldnât bother.
âI see, I see!â Servant nodded understandingly. So understandingly it almost felt unsettling. âYouâre even more pathetic than Kamukura-kun, in that case.â
Komaeda scowled at that.
âThatâs way too harsh, Servant-san.â
âItâs how I feel,â Servant said. âShould I apologize for that? Sorry. You shouldnât take the things I say so seriously. I am a hallucination, after all.â
Komaeda huffed. âDick.â
Now he knew how Hinata felt.
...Hinata-kun...
Servant had that knowing look, but he thankfully didnât press the matter. Thankfully because Komaeda suddenly felt too exhausted to banter with him. Instead he retrieves the letters and the picture with Matsuda. He rereads and looks over the lines on the papers in addition to the stress lines on Matsudaâs face more times than he can count.
I might end up forgetting all this even so.
How depressing. How despairing.
âYou should have more hope than that, Nagito-kun,â Servant murmured, humming as he laid back against the bed, perpendicular to Komaeda. âHope is essential to the human condition after all.â
There was nothing to say to that.
In the end, he doesnât write anything. He doesnât ask anyone to write anything, either.
--
When heâs well enough to leave, heâs given plain jeans and a plain shirt to change into. He does so and after he heads into the hallway, he spots Hinata talking to one of the doctors. Hinata notices him and waves him over.
âOi, Komaeda!â
âHinata...kun.â
Swallowing, he makes his way over and Hinata waves once more in greeting.
âSince youâre leaving, I thought Iâd walk you to your cabin,â he explains. âYâknow, because... You showed me around in the simulation. I thought I might as well make up for that.â
âThat doesnât make this good luck or bad luck, then.â
âThatâs a lame excuse,â Komaeda said. âIâm pretty sure I can find my way back without any help.â
âStill,â Hinata huffs. âIt doesnât hurt to make sure nothing happens, right?â
Komaedaâs unimpressed frown deepens.
âI suppose not.â A pause. âThank you. For this. I suppose.â
âItâs nothing,â Hinata replied. âI suppose.â
âYou two really are similar, arenât you?â
I donât want to hear it.
He follows after Hinata meekly, arms crossed and holding himself close together. Once theyâre outside, thereâs enough of a chill to send shivers down his spine.
I miss my jacket.
âYour jacketâs back at your cabin,â Hinata said, startling him. âI had all your old belongings stored there, just...in case.â
âWhat were you going to do with that cabin if I didnât wake up?â Komaeda asked, narrowing his eyes. âWere you going to burn it to the ground? Get rid of everything then and there?â
âDoesnât matter,â Hinata retorted. âYouâre here now, right?â
â...I suppose.â There wasnât anything else to say. âHinata-kun... Why did you bring me back anyway? Or...was that Kamukura-kunâs choice? Did he feel bad?â
âIt was both our choices,â he said. âAnd we donât regret them, Komaeda.â
âWhy?â
âWe...â Hinata hesitated. âEveryone deserved to be awake. Deserved another chance. Deserved to face their future. Regardless of everything, everyone includes you. It wouldnât have been right to just leave you be while everyone else...â
âI doubt you wouldâve been too torn up about it if you just left me behind,â Komaeda said. âYou probably wouldâve moved on so quickly that I wouldâve been forgotten soon enough. You really made a mistake, both of youââ
They stop and then turn around on their heel. Tightly, they grip Komaedaâs arm. Tight enough to bruise. He flinched, but they just spoke in the lowest, chilliest voice.
âIt wasnât. A mistake.â
Komaeda looked up at him, pained, wincing, biting down on his lip. Immediately, he was released, leaving him to just rub pitifully at his arm.
âSorry,â Hinata muttered gruffly. âI donât know what came over me.â
âWhatever it was, it was scary,â Komaeda said quietly. Hinata flinched, but said nothing, just gesturing to him with his shoulder to continue following. Keeping his head down, Komaeda nodded along and trailed after him.
The air around Hinata-kun is completely different to before. If I didnât know any better, Iâd doubt this was the same person who fainted on the beach. But...
âIt isnât really the same person.â
No...
âItâs not the same person who was with you on the boat, either.â
No...
âNagito-kun,â Servant spoke to him quietly. Almost hushed. As if Hinata or Kamukura would be able to hear him. âWhat would you say your feelings for this person are?â
Right now? Komaeda looked up at his broad back, the back of his head. The darker spikes, that same ridiculous antenna... But if this person had looked over his shoulder it would be with cold, mismatched eyes. With that in mind, Komaeda couldnât help but think, I donât like him.
Servant chuckles softly. âI donât really like him, either. So, I guess in this way, at least, our hearts are one.â
Funny, then, how things turned out.
--
âHere we are,â Hinata said, opening the door. âThey look more like they did when we first got into the simulation but no security cameras. Those were deemed unnecessary so more privacy, thankfully. No television screens either. But itâs not like thereâd be anything to watch anyway.â
The inside of his cabin looked so utterly barren save for his old clothes nearly folded atop the bed. At least he had the same curtains as before, Komaeda supposed. He wondered, idly, if they had always been there.
Or if Hinata had set them up.
There was a minifridge there. That had to have been set up recently.
All things consideredâthis cabin looked clean. Not lived in yet tended to all the same.
âSo, um...â Hinata rubs awkwardly at his nape. âWelcome home, Komaeda.â
âHearing you say that is gross,â Komaeda remarked, going inside and kicking off his shoes. âSo are we done here?â
âI... No.â Hinata scowled. âWe still meet up every morning at the hotel at the same time as we had in the simulation. We... We expect you to start showing up, too.â
Oh. Huh.
âI donât want to,â Komaeda said. âDonât you remember? I said I donât want anything to do with any of you. I had meant that.â
âKomaeda,â Hinata growled. âLook. I get it. You donât want to see us. Fine. But youâre stuck on this island with us, so we need to check on you minimally at least. We need to make sure no one relapses into despair regardless of how small the chances are. It sucks, but itâs necessary.â
âNo, itâs not,â he protested. âIf that were all, then why not just stay at the hospital?â
âThose people have more important things to do than continue babysitting you!â Hinata shouted heatedly. âStop being such a child and making this more difficult than it needs to be! Just... We donât even have to talk to each other, you just have to show up. You donât even have to eat with us, you justâyou just have to show up. Maybe wave. And then leave. Thatâs all weâre asking for, Komaeda.â
Komaeda dug his nails into his palm, likely leaving behind four angry red crescents. He doesnât say anything.
Hinata sighs.
â...if itâs that big of a deal, then Iâll check on you every morning.â Hinata chews on his lower lip. âIâll just knock on your door. And you can just...shout. Or something. Howâs that sound?â
With a tired look like that, itâs almost as if heâs pleading with me.
âEither way, as you said, Iâm stuck on this island with all of you.â
âYeah...â Hinata shrugs. âSo you... You have to work with us at least a little, Komaeda. Please?â
Komaeda shakes his head.
âI donât...want to.â
I donât want to be here. The hospital I could tolerate because I was used to, but this? How am I supposed to deal with this? Just the idea of seeing more of them makes me ill. Itâs sickening. Itâs sickening. The only way I wanted to be reunited with all of them was as a statue.
âBut you hadnât wanted to be trapped in that paradisiacal prison, either.â
Hinata frowns at him, but with a hardening gaze, he just turned away.
âIâll give you time,â he said quietly. âBut Iâll still check on you every morning until then. Iâm sorry, Komaeda, but itâs necessary.â
âItâs not like I can stop you,â Komaeda replied dully. âIâm skinny, frail, and I only have one hand.â
â...I donât want to force you.â His voice was even quieter. âThat... Thatâs not...what I want.â
âIf it doesnât matter what I want, it shouldnât matter what you want,â Komaeda said simply. âJust do whatâs necessary, Hinata-kun.â
Hinata snapped towards him and he really did lookâso stricken. So uncertain. Near tears.
So he still makes that face. Aha.
How pathetic. Just that face was enough to stir his heart as before.
âKomaeda...â And then, Hinata steps closer. âKomaeda... I... I just... Canât we just work together like we used to?â He manages this ridiculously pitiful smile. And again, his worthless, pathetic heart stirs. âCâmon, donât you remember how easy it used to be? Donât you miss those times? I know itâs painful, but... I... I just...â
âHinata-kun, with all that weâve gone through, with all that weâve been aware of... Itâd be really irresponsible to think we could ever go back to those times.â Komaeda frowned at him disapprovingly. âItâs impossible, too. And you know it.â
âWe can at least try,â Hinata offers, sticking out his hand. âWe can at least try to face the future together as we had faced the island all that time ago. Komaeda, itâs what she would have wanted.â
Komaeda blinks once. Twice.
â...she?â
âNanami,â Hinata answers, stressing out the name like itâs essential. âNanami. Nanami Chiaki. Donâtâdonât you remember her? She hadnât just been our friend in the simulation, she was our friend before...!â
â...oh. Right. Nanami-san.â Komaeda continues to blink. âWhat about her?â
âWhat about?!â Hinata almost looks ill. Komaeda frowns, tilting his head.
âWhat does she have to do with anything?â he asked. âI only barely remember in the simulation and... Before that, I spent more time in and out of the medical faculties than I did with the class. From what I remember anyway.â
I had known Matsuda-kun fairly well as a result, right?
For some reason, Servant didnât answer. When he glanced around, Servant didnât even seem to be there. Thatâunsteadied him more than he wouldâve liked to admit.
âH-How is she, anyway?â Komaeda hurriedly changed the subject. âWell, I donât... I donât really care since everyoneâs Ultimate Despair...â
Wait. Did Nanami-san have anything to do with that? I donât remember her. I donât remember ever seeing her!
Servant still wasnât there. Servant couldâve explained, right? Right?
âOh, wait, was she the traitor? Well, you wouldâve woken her up either way, so that doesnât matter anymore. That said, I can understand her not willing to visit trash like me.â
That doesnât sound right. Why? Itâs not like thatâs wrong, is it?
âSheâs dead, Komaeda,â Hinata said quietly, a quiver running through the words. âSheâs been dead for years. She died during our time at Hopeâs Peak, she... That Nanami we knew in the simulation was an AI to assist in the program. And...sheâs gone, too. What happened in the simulation just completely wiped her data.â
âEh? Oh.â Komaeda tried to wrap his head around it. âWell, thatâs...a shame. Ah, right. Right, right.â He remembers, briefly, flashes of blood and the sound of screaming. But was that really a memory? âSorry, I, I guess I just blocked that out. Well, it doesnât matter now. The dead are dead. And that other Nanami-san was just pieces of data.â
So then what I did was completely pointless. An AI...
Somehow, he didnât even feel disappointed. Just detached. From this. From that. From all of it.
âShe was still our friend,â Hinata pointed out. âShe may have been a simulation, but she was still important. And, before that...â
Friend?
No.
âNanami-san mightâve been your friend, I guess,â Komaeda huffed at him with irritation flaring up. âBut donât presume I felt the same way. Someone like me, thereâs no way I could be friends with any of you. Besides, that Nanami-san was a program, right? Why are you even so hung up about a program anyway? Thatâs weird, and, now, what does it even matter?â He shook his head. âSheâs gone either way, isnât she?â
Hinataâs hand dropped.
â...is that what you think?â His voice was void of any emotion. But it wasnât Kamukura. It was still Hinata. âIs that what you really think?â
Komaeda hesitates for a moment but he nodded, remaining firm.
âIt is,â he said sincerely. âIâm sorry. That must sound horrible but itâs the truth. Come to think of it, Iâm sorry, too, for bringing up Matsuda-kun like that earlier... That was really cruel and uncalled for. Matsuda-kun, I think, was actually special to me once upon a time, so...â
So...what? The dead stay dead. Gekkogahara-senseiâs words are moving, but... If you carry too many people with you, they become a burden. Isnât that true, Servant-san? Servant-san?
Still nothing. Komaeda was starting to tremble.
Hinata exhaled, and he flinched.
âA-Ah...â Komaeda ducked back further. âSorry, I... Sorry. I donât mean to cause so much trouble, Hinata-kun, I... I just... I want to be left alone. Thatâs... Thatâs the only thing I can even think of wanting right now.â
Not to live, not the die, but to be left alone. Ha. Haha.
âItâs alright,â Hinata said tiredly, making him perk up. Hinata didnât seem to have the energy to muster up even a smile. âThatâs just how you are, right? It canât be helped.â
Komaeda shrugged again, unsure of how to answer.
âItâs okay,â Hinata said again, the shadows under his dull, mismatched eyes looking all the darker. âI may notâunderstand, but... Just yelling... Just arguing... Thatâs not going to solve anything.â
âDid Kamukura-kun inform you?â Komaeda asked. Hinata snorted.
âIt doesnât matter.â He turns back to the door and lingers. âIâm just gonna go. Iâll see you in the morning. There... Thereâs some food in the minifridge. It should be stocked for a while.â
âOkay.â Komaeda bows a little. âThank you.â
âItâs nothing.â Hinata opens the door. âLater, Komaeda.â
âI donât want it to be later,â Komaeda said. âI want it to be farewell.â
Hinata says nothing to that. He just waves and shuts the door behind him.
Sighing, Komaeda goes to fall face-first into his bed.
It smells clean. How recently was it washed?
If he pondered it further, he might end up so frustrated his eyes would blur with tears. They were stinging already. How pathetic was that? How absolutely pathetic...!
âShhh...â
Careful, freezing cold fingers card through his hair. Komaeda shudders, and then, he relaxes.
âShhh, just let it all out, Nagito-kun,â Servant murmurs. âWhen youâre alone like this, whatâs the point of even holding back, right?â
â...â His breath hitches, and then. âU-Uu...â
âThatâs it,â Servant coos. âItâs alright, Nagito-kun. Thereâs no point in holding back anymore.â
Itâs really, really pathetic, how little more coaxing he needs before heâs reduced to crying like an absolute child.
--
He tires himself out enough to sleep for a bit but he can just tell itâs not for very long. Since he slept so much during his days at the hospital, heâs not too concerned.
Instead, he pushes himself up, rubbing at his sore, dry, cracked eyes.
âUrgh...â
âYep, youâre going to look absolutely terrible,â Servant chirps. âCrying really makes a person ugly. How disgusting!â
âWell,â Komaeda huffed, wiping off his nose with a sniffle. âItâs not like I want anyone to see my hideous face anyway.â
Servant giggles, and Komaeda remembers his folded-up clothes. They hadnât been stirred, and he pulls them towards himself.
â...I had a chain leash,â he says, looking at the one on Servant. âWas that...broken or did Hinata-kun not pack it? If he destroyed it, he shouldâve told me that.â
âYeah,â Servant agrees. âHe shouldâve.â
Thatâs not an answer.
But what did it really matter?
Even his clothes were clean. His jacket had even been carefully mended. But there was something in its pockets. When he checked, he heard the like tinkling of metal and closed his fingers around a small chain before pulling it out.
On that chain hung a pendant. Old, slightly discolored and worn. A white cat painted on it. A lucky white cat.
Servant was staring at it intensely, he knew. Just looking at the thing caused a surge of emotion in his heart that he simply couldnâtâor wouldnât define.
All the same, he struggles in putting it back on but manages.
âItâs pretty cheap,â he says, flicking it. âBut it has quite a bit a charm. Itâs cute.â
âIt is,â Servant replies, nodding. With that, Komaeda squirms his way into his jacket, next. Being surrounded by that, too, is comforting, even with the unsettlingly clean scent. âTomorrow morning, you should probably thank Hinata-kun for taking such good care of it, right?â
Komaeda stilled, sniffling at his sleeve.
âTomorrow morning...â
I donât...
âYou donât want to even hear his voice,â Servant said. âI get it, I get it. But it canât be helped. You are trapped here after all.â
â...trapped...â The word stung. He nearly bit his tongue for it. And then, he thought about it. âBut is that really true?â
âOh.â Servantâs lips twist at the corner. âGoodness, are you serious? Even for me, thatâs...â
âI want to be alone,â Komaeda said, reminded him. âI canât do that here. I canât do that with them. So... I have no choice.â
âYou always have a choice,â Servant said. âBut in this regard... Well, this is interesting, at least. Perhaps I was wrong about you after all, Nagito-kun. The idea of not knowing myself nearly as well as I thoughtâhow exciting!â
Komaeda couldnât let himself get overwhelmed. He had to stay focused. Absolutely focused. There was only so much he could rely on his luck. He had to strategize. He had to think things through.
With that in mind, his mind was made up.
--
He headed out. Jabberwock Island in the simulation wasnât a perfect mapping of the island in reality. That much he had been able to tell right out of the gate. It was more fortified, even to the bridges. This place clearly had been intended as a safe haven for sorts if necessary.
Shame, then, how it actually got used.
Sometimes he sees his former classmates. A flash of Saionjiâs robe here, a glance of Soudaâs garish jumpsuit there. When heâs noticed by any of them, they hurriedly look away. He doesnât know where Hinata is.
He wonders if this island has any arcade machines. He then brushes it all off.
âNowâs not the time to hesitate,â Servant reminded him. As if he hadnât felt this way before. In the simulation. After finding the files. âYou must keep your eyes ahead, Nagito-kun.â
Komaeda finds his way to the docks. No one has stopped him yet. He isnât surprised. The only person who ever really sought him out was Hinata, after all.
There are various people in uniforms, packing boxes and occasionally talking to each other. If he strains himself, he can hear fragments of conversations related to this island as well as the Future Foundation. But itâs all insignificant information. It doesnât matter.
What matters is the opportunity.
I can only rely on my luck so far, but... My luck could just as easily ruin everything. If anyone learns about this...
âYouâve snuck around before,â Servant told him. âYou can do it again here. Relax, Nagito-kun. I believe in you.â
He leans in, brushing his lips against his ear.
âNow, letâs leave.â
Komaeda swallows and crouches by the bushes. He has to be extra careful, considering the snacks he stored away in his coat for later. He canât mess this up. He only has this one opportunity.
And then, he just acts as if on instinct. Crouching, crawling if necessary, avoiding the stares and glances of any of the uniformed workers. He gets onto the ship, and he tucks himself away with the cargo.
He can feel the slight rocks of the ocean waves against the boat. Workers are unaffected, likely used to this. A lot of them are tired, yawning. It means theyâre not as alert.
Still, Komaeda holds his breath, curling in on himself, and willing his heart to not pound so hard.
âBe steady, my heart,â Servant murmurs, and he just trembles, burying his face.
The seconds feel like minutes. The minutes feel like hours.
And then, the shipâs horn is blown. The ship starts to move. With that, the easiest part of this ends, and the most dangerous part begins.
--
Itâll only take two days. Two days is an incredibly long time to be constantly on guard, without rest. He has to sneak around, and one of the things he steals first is a uniform that just happens to fit. Later, he hears someone loudly complain.
âUrgh did someone take my uniform again? Whatever.â
Komaeda really, truly is someone blessed by luck.
âCareful,â Servant says later. âDonât eat so fast that you choke, Nagito-kun.â
Smacking his sternum a few times, Komaeda only swallows. He shoves the trash back in his pocket. Heâll have to properly dispose of it later. For now, itâs too risky.
Servant sits close by, even though it doesnât matter, but... Having Servant there, while his heart is beating wildly, it helps if only a little. He may have fled the island for the chance to get away from everyone else, butâhe still canât help but be glad he isnât that alone.
Even if he is, technically, by himself.
âDonât overthink it,â Servant said cheerily. âJust continue to strategize. Donât forget you need to leave this ship without anyone noticing. You really have to be careful! If anyone hears a former despair is running around unsupervised when the Future Foundation is trying to reverse all the damage despair has done, well... You might just get shot at, Nagito-kun! Repeatedly!â
Yeah. Heâs aware of that.
âThis stunt could endanger Hinata-kun, too,â Servant added in a low voice. âConsidering he likely took responsibility over all of you. But when Hinata-kun realizes youâre goneâI wonder what heâll do?â
He has 14 other people heâs worried about. Not to mention other things on his plate, but...
âKamukura-kun will know how to find us,â Servant murmurs. âHeâs always known how to find us.â
Komaeda digs his fingers into his arm.
âMind you, a part of me had wanted him to find me,â Servant went on. âIs that the case for you?â
Komaeda shook his head, biting on the inside of his cheek, picking at it with his teeth until blood seeped from the wound. There may very well someday be a scar thereâif there wasnât one already.
Someone passes by, and they take out a cigarette to light it. Itâs a bit of a romantic sight. Smoking, out at sea, under several glittering stars. The smoke rises to the sky in thin, dissipating strips of gray and white.
Komaeda sighs softly and pulls his knees in closer.
If I could dissipate like that, it wouldnât be so bad.
But that was just beyond impossible, even if he burned alive.
It would just hurt. And then it would end. How tedious it is, to be a living creature.
He keeps a careful eye on the worker. They never glance back; they just continue to look at the stars.
Itâs a long, long night that follows. And he still has the next day.
--
Sneaking off is more difficult than sneaking on. Theyâre much more alert on the mainland, so he has to don the uniform he stole, and he has to use one of the various duffel bags to stash his belongings. Heâs not the only one, so he can blend in with the crowd.
Once the opportunity arises again, he slips away. He really is lucky. No one even tried to talk to him.
The city theyâre in is hardly standing, but itâs less ruinous than cities he remembers in brief flashing nightmares. The first order of business is to find shelter. He changes out of the uniform quickly. It would be troublesome, after all, if any civilian came to someone like him for help.
He has to always be careful. He has to always be on his guard. He may have escaped Jabberwock, but heâs far from free.
I might as well be a fugitive. Isnât that essentially what I am?
You are. Essentially.
Right.
The cityâs been well cleaned up, at least. There arenât any Monokuma units roaming around. Itâs just a broken-down area. People are passing him by to get to the Future Foundation workers. Once again, he blurs into the crowd.
No one recognized him. He was just another nobody. It made sense. He hadnât exactly made spreading despair a public showing like his classmates.
âI avoided my classmates and the Monokuma units whenever possible.â Servant hums, playing once again with his chain. The rustling and creaking is timed eerily perfectly with their steps. âJust because I was their classmate for a time didnât mean I got spared. Then again, I hardly shared that classroom with them. I really was just scum on their shoes. Itâs no surprise I got excluded, ehe.â
He almost wants to laugh but somehow the would-be sound just dies in his throat before anything can come of it.
But there is a child laughing, stumbling over the rocks as their mother calls for them. That child then trips and wouldâve fallen face first into broken concrete had Komaeda not been there to break their fall.
âCareful, now,â he murmurs to which they grin up at him.
âThank you, mister!â
With that, they rush on ahead. Their mother bows gratefully at him for a moment before hurrying after them, calling his name.
Komaeda does glance back, and he feels a sharp, undeniable ache as the mother catches her childâs hand in hers and squeezes.
âNagito-kun.â
He perks up at Servant tugging at his sleeve.
âCome on, nowâs not the time to get distracted.â
âRi...â He swallows, stopping once he remembers that no one else could see this person. Instead, he shrugs his shoulders and just moves on.
That ache does fade with time, but it lingers like a bruise.
--
In one of the sparsely populated areas, he finds a place to sleep. Itâs infested with bugs, but itâs still an abandoned place overall. Acceptable shelter, since the beds were still in one-piece, albeit with worn, torn, dusty and previously molded sheets. There is some water nearby, surprisingly. Perhaps he can try and wash them a little.
Apparently, the Future Foundation had recently set up irrigation in this area. That made it more likely to attract other refugees in the future. It was just a matter of people managing to scramble their way over in spite of the still lingering destruction and still running Monokuma units.
But it was getting easier, even as it remained difficult.
âYou might be more at risk of getting sick, Nagito-kun,â Servant said as Komaeda covered his mouth with a face mask, coughing lightly as he did. âThat hospital was pretty sterile. Your immune system might be weakened.â
Truth be told, he already felt like the dust and decay was getting to him.
But Iâll manage. Somehow. I have to. My luck wonât let something this trivial be the end of me.
âI suppose not,â Servant murmured. âStill, be careful. Recklessness is no good.â
Komaeda nods along and does his best to scrub out the dust and bugs. It might be impossible to get it all, but he just needs to get as much as he can.
Somehow, he manages. Afterwards, his fingers are aching as are his shoulders, his feet, and back. He lies down almost immediately and is unspeakably grateful that the bed isnât terribly hard or lumpy.
âRest is important!â Servant chirps. âDonât forget you need to eat, too.â
âRight...â He pops the joints in his shoulders and neck, groaning as he does. âServant-san... Iâll have to travel even further tomorrow.â
âAha, really? Do you have a place in mind or are you just going to try and get as far from Jabberwock as you can?â
Komaeda sighs, glancing up at the ceiling, and blinks a few times, remembering that child and their mother.
âActually... There is one place I have in mind.â
âOh?â Servant asks. âWell, thatâs fine.â
Komaedaâs gaze flickers towards him.
âServant-san, is there someplace you want to go?â
Servant blinks and sits beside him. Again, he gives off an unsettling chill but at this point, Komaedaâs starting to grow accustomed to it.
âYou shouldnât,â Servant says, and then he clears his throat. âYou shouldnât ask a hallucination something like that. Iâm not a traveling partner, Nagito-kun, Iâm the part of you that shouldâve been shut out.â
Even if thatâs true... Even if...
âIt just seems proper to ask you,â Komaeda murmured. âSince Servant-san is stuck following me.â
Servant ruffles his hair. The cold makes him more tired.
âRest, Nagito-kun.â
âMm...â His eyelashes flutter. âO...kay...â
--
Thereâs a sense of familiarity to traveling like this, but itâs one accompanied with a deep sense of emptiness.
The world is much emptier, after all, with despair fading away. People are rebuilding, slowly and clumsily. It is a difficult process, but...it is recovery. Recovery is not meant to be easy. Nor interesting.
Sometimes he has to gather food. Sometimes he has to try and wash himself. Sometimes he sleeps outside. Sometimes he finds shelter.
Sometimes he finds himself surrounded by the scraps of torn up Monokuma units. Itâs almost like being in a different kind of graveyard.
Servant remains with him, as expected. Every step of the way, theyâre together. Sometimes he talks to Servant. Sometimes he doesnât. Itâs a matter of how he feels about the loneliness.
âItâs understandable,â Servant says. âItâs not like I mind.â
âAre you lonely, too?â Komaeda asks, chewing on his rations. He pauses, thinking it over. âYou probably are, arenât you, Servant-san.â
Servant leaned back against rubble, eyes flickering upwards to stare at the sky. Not red, but blue. A clear blue.
âI wonder.â
âYou wonder?â How enigmatic. âServant-san... I donât remember everything clearly. Is that because of you?â
Thereâs a soft breeze in the air. Itâs cold enough to send hair standing straight up, but wrapped up in his insulated coat, Komaeda doesnât much feel it. Itâs better that way and yet, he still has a sense that thereâs a barrier that he cannot cross nor truly see through. Like frosted glass.
Servant-san is like frosted glass.
âThatâs a pretty romantic-sounding simile,â Servant hummed. âEven if itâs neither a compliment nor an insult.â
âIt is pretty strange, to say that about someone who is yet isnât your past self,â Komaeda agreed. âThen again, isnât this situation plenty strange already? You shouldnât even exist.â
âThatâs right,â Servant said. âI shouldnât. Maybe you should kill me, then. What do you think would happen? If you could kill me, get rid of me, discard your despair self completelyâwould that be good luck?â
âIf discarding despair were so easy then this world truly is a worthless and wretched place.â Komaeda looks down, lifting his left arm, taking in the knot in his sleeve where the rest of his arm shouldâve been. His gaze turns to Servantâs mitted hand. âHuman beings arenât slabs of marble that you can chip away until you create a beautiful sculpture. Despite what some people may think.â
âYou didnât answer my question,â Servant pointed out cheekily.
Komaeda popped a ration into his mouth and chewed noisily as he shut the canister. He swallows.
âKilling you would just invite its own struggles and conflicts,â he said, and then quieted. âWhat youâre suggesting is just an uncertain possibility anyway. Thereâs no guarantee. Iâm not going to kill someone over something so flimsy.â
Even if itâs Servant-sanâitâll feel real enough to creep me out.
Truth be told, in general he didnât like the idea of killing someone by his own hand. It just seemed so...brutish.
He repacks the canister and pulls up his bag.
âItâs funny,â he says. âWhen I think about all the people Iâve gotten killed, I can only think of the people that didnât stain my had with a single drop of blood. Deaths that I wouldnât be blamed for by any...normal person. Have I ever killed someone directly? I donât...remember...â
Servantâs smile remains. The thought continues to niggle at his mind.
âMaybe once. Maybe twice. Maybe a great deal. Maybe never. What would you consider good luck?â
He thought about it, the flittering thoughts eating away at him like moths on the old mattresses heâd been sleeping on.
âIt doesnât matter. The absence of blood hardly takes away the stain of despair.â The wrong things that I had done. Not just under her but under the false pretenses she set up. The game that I happily played along with. With Hinata-kun, with the others, regardless of what I told myselfâ âYou canât give me direct answers, can you? So, then, thereâs no point in asking...other than for the sake of asking. Apologies. I really am stupid and incompetent if it takes me this long to realize something like that.â
âAw, cheer up!â Servant chirruped, waving his hand. âA sense of curiosity is a good thing! It puts you above Kamukura-kun!â
âMm...â
The distant sound of the train. Komaeda perked up at that and turns towards it. Without missing a beat, he hurriedly sprints towards it. Uselessly wrapped up in his own useless head as it were, he had forgotten that he was supposed to be at the station waiting.
Worthless.
His feet slam against dirt and cracked concrete.
Utterly worthless!
--
Through a stroke of luck, he had gotten onto the train before it left. And then, rather appropriately, several people trampled on his feet in their rush. It already hurt. A little bit added to the meager pain wasnât a problem.
Even if it did...really hurt.
The train ride was loud. Uncomfortable. Suffocating. But it was being ran pretty efficiently. He wasnât sure if it was just the Future Foundation to thank for that.
Technology sure is incredible... Programs that can erase traumatic memories... Trains that can still run when the worldâs been ruined...
âIt really is brimming with hope from all the cracks caused by despair, isnât it?â
Sighing, Komaeda leaned against the window, watching the broken world zoom by.
Brimming with hope...
He thought that over.
I suppose there is a sense of beauty in that.
--
He was getting into more wooded areas, which meant less crumbled buildings in favor of gnarled plant life where the soil wasnât completely dead. His bag was so heavy that it might just break him, but he continued walking on, along a muddled path.
He does remember what this place had looked like before despair. Before her. Even with the dead trees, the weeds, the broken stones, there was a sense of nostalgia about being here. There was still a sense of sad beauty to it.
The hike up this hill was as difficult as it had always been, especially with the weight of his bag. He pants, it starts to hurt to breathe. Itâs almost too harsh on his throat and lungs to take.
He ends up toppling backwards. He doesnât scrape anything, but it is enough to leave him winded. Still, he pushes himself back up.
He climbs back up.
âServant-san,â he found himself saying. âAt this time of year, there would be cherry blossoms blooming. But the cherry trees are all dead, so there are no blooming flowers. Thatâs rather sad but it canât be helped, I suppose.â
âI suppose,â Servant echoes.
Komaeda walks and walks until he reaches rows and rows of graves, breathing heavily all the while. The river that had once run though has, unsurprisingly, dried up.
âThat sort of poetic beauty...the road framed by pink petals and the flower rafts floating downstream... Itâll be restored someday, right?â
Servant doesnât respond verbally, he just surveys the cemetery. And then, Komaeda laughs.
âJust kidding. Reality canât just be restored like a computer system. They can try and recreate it, but itâll never be exactly as it once was.â
With that in mind, he moved on ahead.
âWith all that in mind, it is rather despairing to think...but it canât be helped can it?â
He weaves through the graves with purpose until he comes across shattered rubble. Just enough of the engravement can be seen. It reads eda. Rather fittingly, weeds are growing all over, and twigs are littering the ground. It really is unlucky. These seem to be the only graves desecrated by the worldâs destruction.
âMama,â he says, and then his breath catches. âPapa. Iâm sorry I took so long.â
With that, he drops his bag and unzips it. He pulls out a sponge first. Then, some soap. Then, one of the many clean water bottles he picked up. He unscrews it open and wets the sponge so that he can get started on cleaning.
He tries to do all he can, pulling out weeds even when they blister his hand. Somehow, he manages. It takes what feels like forever, but he manages that.
He scrubs what remains of the graves, even trying to piece them back together with the pieces of it that he finds lying around. Itâs clumsily done, to say the least.
All the same, he does the best that he can.
âSorry... Sorry, sorry...â Komaeda sighs. âThis really is all I can do.â
He pours water over the graves to rinse them off. He repeats scrubbing until heâs on his last water bottle. Servant stops him from pouring it with the rest.
âItâs clean enough,â Servant said. âSo just drink it.â
Komaeda drearily obeys, downing the water even as itâs a bit of a struggle. He coughs a few times and shudders as Servant rubs his shoulders. He gets a sense of vertigo for a moment but quickly shakes his head to shake himself out of it.
He tosses the empty bottle with the rest.
Next, he burns the incense he also brought and prays the best he can with one hand.
âWith everything thatâs happened, I wonder what the two of you would be thinking,â he murmurs. âYouâre probably beyond disappointed. I wouldnât be surprised if you both had never wanted to see me again. Itâs understandable. Completely understandable.â
What a worthless son I am.
âIâm sorry,â he repeats, bowing his head. âMuch has happened, much has changed. I... I donât know what to think anymore. I donât think I ever really...knew. I just acted like I did. I would be that impertinent.â
But all the same...
âThis world used to be one of despair, and now it is one brimming with hope. I suppose thatâs a wonderful thing. But it all feels so fragile, so unsteady. Despair still lurks in the hearts of people just as how hope sleeps within them.â
A pause.
Komaeda looks about. At all the weeds. All the remains of dead plant life. The dirt. The graves. The sky above starting to gray.
âWith all that in mind... What am I supposed to do? Would either of you know?â He turns back to them, to the burning incense, and then he gives a rueful laugh. âForgive me...with how much of a mess Iâve made... It must be hard to answer. Even if you two could answer. Even if you two wanted to answer...â
Thereâs no answer to be found here from a destroyed grave, even with Ultimate Luck. No matter how hard I look.
âServant-san,â he said. He perked up as Servant knelt and prayed, paying his respects. Blinking a few times, Komaeda pressed. âServant-san, do you have anything to say?â
âItâs going to rain soon,â Servant replied. âYouâre going to catch a cold. Mama and Papa wouldnât want that. If they still care.â
Komaeda blinks, and chuckles lightly into his hand.
âIf they still care,â he echoed. âAs if that matters either way. But it does tend to rain while Iâm here. Always ruins the flowers. I didnât bring any flowers this time, but...â He shrugs. âWell, I guess it is what it is.â
Dusting himself off, he pushes himself up. Servant, too, stands.
âYou should pay more of your respects,â Komaeda said. âBut I suppose I canât make you. There are cottages near here. Hopefully one of them will make of adequate shelter. If any of them are standing, of course.â
âThen you should check, Nagito-kun.â
A drop of water lands on Komaedaâs nose.
âYou should hurry, Nagito-kun,â Servant says so seriously that he wants to laugh and laugh.
--
The cottage they find is almost as quaint as the ones on Jabberwock. Smaller, yes, not as well-furnished. Much dustier, of course, but the bed was comfortable enough once Komaeda wiped it off. There were surprisingly some candles lying around, so Komaeda lit those.
And his teeth chattered as he tried in vain to wring the water from his hair and his coat. As expected, he was not able to avoid the rain after all. Servant almost looked like he felt sorry for him. He laughed, and then Servant watched as he stripped out of his wet clothes, down to his miraculously dry lucky boxers.
Outside, there were rolls of rumbling thunder and lightning flashes. Komaeda laid there on the bed, wrapped up in old comforters and shivering as he watched the flickering flames of the candles.
âThis storm...â Komaeda speaks up rather suddenly. âItâs quite beautiful, isnât it? Flashing lightning. Crashing thunder. The way light splits across the sky. Cracks in the heavy gray and darkness. Itâs really beautiful...â
He shuddered, catching his breath. He ended up sneezing.
âI wonder...if this storm was how I thought of despair. The lightning, I supposed, was hope. Generated, setting the world ablaze. Lighting up everything.â Komaeda was quiet for a bit, blinking and then reminiscing. âThere was a time when I sat outside during a storm, aha. I wanted to see where the lightning would strike, and, ahaha, it missed me by a mere speck. It was enough to knock me over, to startle and stun me, but it wasnât enough to scorch. To burn.â
I was only just a scant distance out of reach. That, I suppose, became a familiar feeling. Brushing so close to destruction and light that I can taste it in the air. A brush of contact. But never enough to embrace.
âI remember that,â Servant said. âNagito-kun caught a cold the next day.â
âIsnât that your memory, too?â Komaeda asked cheerily. âServant-san, youâre acting strange. Or is it just me? You are my hallucination, after all. Which means you should go away at some point.â
But when that happens...
âItâs bittersweet to think,â he admitted, so whispery soft that the thunder muffled the sound. But Servant would hear. Would understand. He always would be able to... âPerhaps... Iâve grown attached to you, Servant-san. Isnât that sad? Isnât that rather pitiful? Servant-san is at best an imaginary friend, after all.â
âIâm not imagined,â Servant said. âI represent something very real, Nagito-kun.â
Komaeda nods to that.
Itâs true. You do. Despair... Servant-san is supposed to represent despair...
But, looking upon Servantâs face... Even as Servant wore his usual smile. With the flickering light of the candles illuminating the room, warm hues contrasted against colder, heavier shadows, and that was especially clear upon Servantâs face.
Despair...what is despair...? Despair is the bridge to hope. Thatâs what Servant-san and I agree on. Even Hinata-kun, or... Kamukura-kun...
He squeezed his eyes shut, curling in on himself as he tried to think.
Despair isnât always such a clear route. Sometimes, itâs dense like fog. Itâs suffocating like smoke. But... But...
A flash of lightning.
âOnce your heart knows it,â Servant said quietly. âYou can cut through the dense fog of uncertainty and feast your eyes upon the shining course that continues onward, toward the future of tomorrow.â
A crash of thunder. The very cottage shudders with Komaeda.
âIt is with despair that hope sparkles at its brightest,â Servant said. âThat was why I could relax and become despair. That was why...â
âI let it destroy myself,â Komaeda murmured, pushing himself up. âBut that...it was all an excuse, wasnât it? Though I told myself it was for hope... I was still being consumed by despair. And in the end...â
He touched his pendant, and then his eyes widened as a memory flashed through.
Matsuda writing in his clipboard. Matsuda looking over papers. Matsuda looking so, so tired as he scratched out notes. Over. And over.
âIf you grip that stupid thing any tighter,â Matsuda snapped at him. âYouâll break it. I wonât fix it for you or buy another one, you know.â
Komaeda squeezed his pendant, letting out a harsh laugh before ultimately pulling back.
âI know that,â he replied. âBut it...helps. When I get all tense or feel like Iâm about to burst.â
âWhat the hell do you have to be all tense about?â Matsuda asked, raising an eyebrow. âYouâre at your best when youâre acting as a carefree idiot. Didnât I already tell you not to worry about anything? Iâll handle everything.â His tone quiets, just a bit, just a little as he averts his gaze and his lashes lower. âI always do. I always have.â
Despite the deep shadows marring the underside of Matsudaâs eyes, the crystal blue of his irises remained sparkling. Clear. Pristine, really. It was why, despite her, despite everything, Komaeda truly believed Matsudaâs words from the bottom of his heart.
...But.
Either Matsuda was right. Or he was very, very, very wrong. And if he was wrong, well, he wouldnât just fall to pieces, heâd be devastated. Completely and utterly.
At least, thatâs what Komaeda canât help but think. And itâs that fear of the inevitable burst from all this build, whether it would be good or bad, full of hope or full of despair, that has him gripping his pendant the way he does.
âMatsuda-kun... That girl... I hope she dies.â
Matsuda startles at that, blinking at him rapidly.
And for a moment, that beautiful, pure, crystal blue darkens.
âAha, of course someone like me is too pitiful to kill her,â Komaeda goes on. âSo I think you should do it instead. Preferably before she infects my entire class! Tsumiki-san is already acting really weird, you know...!â
Matsuda flicks his forehead.
âIdiot. Even if she deserves to die, Iâm the last fucking person you should ask for help. Sheâs my childhood friend, remember? And...â He trails off. âI donât really have a choice. Sheâs important.â
âDo you love her?â Komaeda asks and thereâs suchâa pang in his chest at the thought.
âItâs nothing like that,â Matsuda sighs, waving his hand. âBut itâs also none of your concern. As Iâve been saying, you shouldnât worry about it. Iâll handle everything. Iâll figure something else out.â
Komaeda huffs. âI believe in you, Matsuda-kun, but...â
He yelps as Matsuda drags him forward by the ear.
âBut enough about that,â Matsuda snaps. âHas your brain started regressing, Nagito? Is that why you made such an insensitive remark? Thatâs my most pressing concern right now. Letâs get scans right away.â
âA-Ah, Matsuda-kun...! Matsuda-kun!â
Matsuda ruffled his hair almost furiously until it was at its most floofy, making him whine.
âMatsuda-kun, so harsh!â Moaning, he tried to comb the strands back with his fingers. But thanks to Matsudaâs ministrations, they just sprung back up. âAw... Now it looks like a tangled mess.â
Matsuda snorted. âIt doesnât look that bad. Chin up, Nagito.â He pushes Nagitoâs chin up himself. âAs I said, youâre at your best as a carefree idiot. So donât worry about anything, alright?â
Komaeda blinked up at him.
âIâll take care of everything. I promise, Nagito.â
âMatsuda Yasuke-kun was such a fool,â Komaeda said, choking on a bitter bout of laughter. âAnd Iâm no better. I... Iâm even worse. Matsuda-kun was closer to her than I was. And he still... And I still...!â
âItâs funny,â Servant whispered. âHow despair ruins you. You find yourself before a cliff. You think that of course you wouldnât jumpâbut you do anyway. Itâs more than mere hopelessness.â
Komaeda wheezed, voice cracking with a flurry of high-pitched, breathy giggles.
âWeâre all fools. All of us. Me. Matsuda-kun. My former classmates. Kamukura-kun. Hinata-kun. Even the Future Foundation. Even Naegi-kun. Anyoneâanyone who thinks despair can be destroyed or discarded so easilyâtheyâre all such fools.â
âBut you have to admit,â Servant said, smiling ruefully. âWe would not be able to move forward with desire and ambitions without foolishness. It is in this foolishness that foolish hope can be found. And foolish hopeâwell, it can create some wonderful things.â
...Like Kamukura-kun. Like Hinata-kun.
Komaeda trembled more at the thought.
If it hadnât been for such terrible foolishness, I never would have met either of you. And Matsuda-kun...
âMatsuda-kun was one of the most foolish people I knew,â Servant said, wrapping his arms around himself. âThat is most certainly true.â
He gripped the pendent tight enough to hurt, before relaxing and rummaging through his bag for that picture. He unfolded it, touching Matsudaâs face gently, before holding it close.
âIn spite of that foolishness,â he murmured. âMaybe because of it, I had adored Matsuda-kun so much. I had loved him so much. And...â
He could remember, now, two gazes, one red-eyed and one hazel-eyed, meeting his own.
âI loved Kamukura-kun and Hinata-kun, too, for how foolish they were. I had loved them all so...so much... And itâs because of all of their efforts that Iâm even here now...â
Just thinking it now was overwhelming. So much so that the crashing thunder seemed all the more deafening. So much so that the flashing lightning seemed all the more blinding.
âServant-san,â he gasped. âServant-san, why... Why did you really show up? Why were you really with me all this time?â
Servant was quiet for a moment. And then, Servant neared him, chain swaying, and climbed onto the bed, reaching out to take his hand with both of his own. Even as it made Komaeda shudder horribly, even as it caused ice to run through his veins.
âServant-san...â Komaeda pants, and the world begins to spin. âServant-san... W... Why?â
âI suppose,â Servant murmured. âI wanted to see if Iâd fall in love with my own foolishness. The way Matsuda-kun had. The way Kamukura-kun had. The way Hinata-kun had.â
Komaeda sniffled.
âD-Donât even joke like that,â he mumbled, beginning to snivel. âThatâs just gross. Thatâs just weird. Not just about them, but, I... I was thinking how weird and creepy it was that Hinata-kun was so hung up on that AI... But Iâm even worse. Because Servant-san... Servant-san is just in my own head.â
Servant sighs, smiling sadly.
âOh, Nagito-kun...â
In that small cottage, battered and braving the storm outside, it was in the circle of Servantâs embrace that was the coldest place Komaeda had ever been. And yet, he embraced Servant in return. Fiercely, desperately, that photograph fluttering to the floor.
âNagito-kun...â
Servant cooed to him softly, petting his hair, squeezing him tightly.
âNagito-kun... Nagito-kun...â
It was cold. So cold. And, yet.
Komaeda buried his face into Servantâs shoulder, brushing against the freezing cold metal of his collar.
âNagito. Nagito, Nagito, Nagito.â
Despite the chill, Komaeda couldnât help but relax. More and more, until he was lulled into his body slumping within Servantâs embrace. Even the thunder, even the lightning, even the storm outside this cabin felt more distant than anything.
Servant pulled back, just a little, but still held him close.
Servantâs lips brushed against his once, twice, and immediately, Komaedaâs world went completely and utterly dark.
--
When Komaeda wakes up, his head feels fuzzy and heâs still shivering in the cold air. The storm has long since stopped, and the candles have long since gone out. His clothes that he laid out were dry as were his eyes albeit caked over. He rubbed at them, groaning as his headache grew worse. He rifled through his bag and popped in a few pills dry to dissipate that.
âUrgh...â He stumbled a bit trying to gather his clothes back off the ground and pulling them back on. With one hand and with his head still throbbing and spinning as it were, the action was unspeakably tedious and resulted in him losing balance and falling, planting face-first into the wooden floor with a loud thud. âO-Oww.â
Komaeda trembled as he pushed himself up, feeling the reddened mark on his forehead. His headache worsened, unsurprisingly, to the point where he swayed just from sitting upright.
I might...have caught a slight cold. How unlucky.
Waking up in a cottage in the middle of nowhere, almost naked, feeling sickâthat really was ridiculously terrible luck, he couldnât help but think. Rubbing at his sore, throbbing forehead, he could only sigh.
âIt hurts even to think...â
Still, I have to get dressed. Itâs cold.
So he struggles his way back into his clothes. Somehow, he manages, and itâs then that he remembers the photo on the floor. He retrieves it, peering at it closely, before taking it with his mouth so that he can grip his pendant.
He folds up the photo once more and stores it in a place where itâd be safe.
âThere we go.â With everything in order, he zips his bag back up and hoists it over his shoulder. âTime to get going.â
He still ended up stumbling, but thankfully caught himself on the door rather than smacked his face again.
âClose...â Though it still really hurts. âHave...to be careful.â
Hopefully the medicine will kick in soon.
Really, he could only hope for the best.
--
Thankfully, the pain faded a bit, but he just ended up exhausting more easily. Taking a break by the dried-up river, Komaeda could only sigh.
âThis is difficult,â he murmured, rubbing at his temple. His head still felt stuffed with cotton. Cotton. Komaeda couldnât help but laugh lightly. âIf Matsuda-kun were still here, heâd say that was fitting.â
But heâs not here...and heâll never tell me anything of the sort. Heâll never be able to tell me anything at all. Ever again.
Komaeda wondered, blankly, if he would ever miss that the way he missed other trivial things such as the scent of his motherâs perfume. His fatherâs study. A large, tender hand ruffling his hair.
Kamukura-kunâs hair billowing in the wind. Hinata-kunâs smile touched by sunshine.
Snapping up, he slapped each of his cheeks consecutively to snap himself out of it.
Of all the times to remember stuff like thatâ! He couldnât help but fume at the audacity of it. Those two arenât even dead yet! Those two...! That person. He couldnât help but wonder. What are they even doing right now?
He leans back against the ruined, rotting remains of a tree, sighing.
If everyone is still on that island, then maybe nothing changed from how things were in the simulation. Missing that one person, of course.
Nanami Chiaki. Thereâs no point in dwelling on her, and yet he does.
Hinata-kun had really cared about her. Had Kamukura-kun cared, too?
It was like swallowing a lump and letting it settle in his stomach. And why? Why did thinking like that bother him?
That Nanami-san wasnât even real. And the real Nanami-san...died years ago. Itâs creepy to think that the program just made her into an AI. Itâs really creepy. And cruel. Did Matsuda-kun design the program to do something like that? Or was that someone elseâs plan? Why?
He could never be sure. He shouldnât dwell on her. Thereâs no point. No point at all.
An AI recreation would never be a perfect replacement. And they would never be a person. Theyâre programmed to act a certain way, to perform specific tasks. To be ordered. Itâs not the same. It would never be the same. And technology like that isnât hopeful, itâs just...creepy.
But Hinata had been so torn up about that program. Had he missed something then?
Maybe... Maybe I had? But what am I supposed to do? Should I help build that Nanami-san a grave monument when I go back? Or maybe hold a funeral? Would that help Hinata-kun? Would thatâ
Huh?
Huh, huh, huh, huh, huh, huh, huh, huh, huh, huh, huh, huh, huh, h u h?
Komaeda blinked.
Go back? Would I really go back and do something like that? For Hinata-kunâs sake? For Kamukura-kunâs sake?
He wrapped his arms around himself and begun to shudder.
Going back, going backâwhy would I ever want to do that? At worst, Kamukura-kun will drag me back once he finds me. But thatâs only if Kamukura-kun is looking for me.
A pause in his thoughts. Still shivering, Komaeda blinked a few more times, shifting as his thoughts stirred.
Would Kamukura-kun look for me? Would Hinata-kun?
Why would they?
Because Hinata waited for him to wake up? Because Kamukura had saved him multiple times before? Because they both showed consideration for him that he hadnât seen since Matsuda? When had he gotten so, soâso impudent?
Iâm assuming either of them would want to look for me. Iâm not worth that much trouble. Thatâs impossible to think. Utterly impossible.
Komaeda started to doze off again and hurriedly slapped himself awake.
My mindâs going all over the place. Itâs...really dizzying.
It didnât hurt anymore, but he did still feel out of it.
Hinata-kun... Kamukura-kun...
When he stood up, the world spun so much that he tripped. His body hits the dirt and it hurts just as the wooden floor boards had.
I want to see you... I want to see both of you...
--
Somehow, he managed to find himself in the outskirts of a nearby city. He still didnât feel well. Body aching, headache resurfacing, everything spinning every now and then.
He steadied himself against the side of a building, stumbling along and wincing.
I want to see them, but... I canât unless I go find them.
Still, he knows thatâs almost impossible for him right now. After all, thereâs somewhere else he wants to go before... Before he can write this journey off as a success.
It was getting dark out, making it harder to navigate. He ended up tripping over rubble and debris, but managed to catch himself even as his head throbbed.
Leaning against the cold wall, Komaeda sighed as he rubbed his forehead. It still hurt. He was likely bruised. But that was fine. Nothing he wasnât used to, after all.
There are flickers of stars above.
Komaeda forced himself to keep on moving as more and more stars twinkled into existence.
Because the city lights are still busted, you can see them more clearly than before. That was the case with a lot of cities. Though, sometimes, the sky would still be too cloudy to see anything.
He might end up having to sleep outside tonight. Sleeping under the stars. What a romantic thought.
I might end up sicker. How unlucky.
But he should be fine, right? Bad luck begets good luck. He wonders what awaits him after all this. Deep down, he doesnât want to think about it. He just wants to move on. He wants to get as much traveling in as he can.
After all, itâs a long way from here to...
Komaeda staggers, sharp pain shooting up his legs and spine, leaving him shuddering as he falls forward. He lays there, taking in deep, heavy breaths, nose stuffed and running.
It hurts... It really, really hurts... It hurts all over.
All the same, he scrambles, hand shaking as he tries to drag himself forward in spite of the pain.
I just... Iâve really overdone it. I need to find a place to sleep now. But is here really alright?
It hurt to think, but he still had a really bad feeling. He should try to pull himself ahead a little more. Just in case. Just in case. Itâll be fine either way but, heâd like to moderate things the best heâs physically able. Heâd like to have some semblance of control over the situation.
Just some would be nice.
Light suddenly shined down on him, making him flinch.
âH-Hey! Thereâs someone over here!â
Ah. Good luck, or...?
âJust take it easy.â The voice was soothing, albeit a little rough for his tastes. The hand that shook his shoulder was careful. âEasy, easy.â
Komaeda whined softly, letting his eyes fall shut.
âS-Someone get a medic!!â
--
He wakes up later in a tent with a doctor tending to him carefully.
âAh, ah,â they clicked their tongue at him warningly. âDonât push yourself so soon. Finally awake, are you? You were asleep for quite a while. We didnât expect to find any people here. This area is...pretty small, fairly remote.â
Komaeda stirs a bit, to the doctorâs stern glare. He sheepishly ducks his head in apology and lays there more obediently. He looks around. Itâs small, itâs cramped. Thereâs an open first aid kit and a bottle of alcohol tucked away in the corner. For treating, for drinking? Komaeda couldnât be sure.
âI was visiting my parentsâ grave,â he said. âBut the storm really was a stroke of bad luck.â
âYouâre pretty lucky to have been found,â they said, almost brightly. âOur section was just passing through and got caught up as well. It was a really bad storm so we did some searching before moving on.â
Komaeda nodded. âI see.â
For a while, heâs quiet, wincing a little as the doctor dabs at his wounds.
âWeâll be delivering you to a safe place, soon,â they told him. âWas anyone with you?â
âAnyone...?â He blinks, registering the words and then averted his gaze. âNo... Iâve been traveling along the entire time.â
Servant stood there, staring down at him. And then, with a rustle of his chain, Servant ran his thumb in a horizontal slash against his neck.
Huh?
âI see,â the doctor hums. âWhere are you from, if you donât mind me asking?â
âUm... Pretty far from here,â he answered. âActually, I... I do have somewhere else to be. So while I appreciate your kindness, I have to get going.â
Servant grimaced.
âThatâs too dangerous,â the doctor said sharply. âWhat if you came across one of those wretched bear units? Youâd hardly be able to defend yourself. Is where you want to go that important?â
âItâs very important,â Komaeda insisted. âAnd donât worry about me. I can manage on my own just fine. Iâve done so for close to my entire life, so...â
The doctor shoves him back harshly.
âWhere do you need to go?â
âH...â Somehow, the truth spilled out. âHopeâs Peak. My... My friend was buried over there. After visiting my parents, I wanted...to visit him, too. I managed to get all the way over here just fine, so Iâm not too worried about the trek there.â
They frown at him. Servant, too, is frowning.
âHopeâs Peak... What a wretched place to be buried. Do you not know all that happened there?â
âOf course I do,â Komaeda said, faltering. âIt was broadcast all over. It was quite...quite horrible...â His gaze flickers to his left arm. âBut thatâs where my friend was buried and, aha, I canât exactly move him, you know... That would take a lot of digging...â
No answer. Their eyes narrowed, the irises and pupils unnaturally dark.
Komaeda blinks up at them helplessly.
âSensei...? Is something wrong...?â
The doctor closed their eyes and took a deep breath.
âI apologize. When they brought you to me, they had brought the bag you were carrying as well. I couldnât help but be curious about who you wereâso I looked through your things. And I found a picture. I recognized the uniforms. I recognized the other person. How could I not?â They hissed. âWhen it comes to the medical field, few names come up like Matsuda Yasuke.â
Servant stood so far away. And yet, even from here, a deep chill settled on Komaedaâs bones. Once again, Servant ran his thumb across his neck.
âYouâre one of them, arenât you?â they asked, softly, delicately, as if the words could shatter everything in a momentâs notice. âA remnant of despair.â
They moved fluidly like water running through, seeping through the cracks. Their fingers wrapped around his neck. Distorting and twisting, Komaeda could only barely register how they squeezed and pushed.
He writhes, he chokes, they only pushed harder.
âPlease die,â they whispered just as everything crumbled up.
I canât!
The ground shuddered, throwing them off balance and giving Komaeda the opportunity to kick hard. It went by quickly. He scrambled away, but ended up slamming into the ground when his ankle was grasped. He heard another hiss, a harsh curse, and then was pinned down, earning him to struggle anew.
âN-No...! No!â
They covered his mouth, muffling the sounds, and forcing back would-be screams. And then, he remembered.
âNagito. I shall save you one last time.â
Kamukura-kun.
He reaches out, and his fingers close around the neck of the bottle tucked away in the corner.
Kamukura-kun!
He swings with every bit of strength he has. The bottle shatters, and the doctor falls to the ground with a cold, hard, thud. Crimson pools and seeps from their head, and Komaeda flinches before shakily peeling himself away, holding the broken bottle closely. The mixed stench of blood and alcohol hang in the air.
Then thereâs another tremor. The tent shudders. And then, the earth rocks and splits. Komaeda dives for his bag as he does. He canât be sure if the screams he hears are from the others outside or his own.
--
Thereâs debris he has to dig his way out of, and itâs a struggle yanking his bag out as well, but unsurprisingly, he survives hardly more worse for wear.
Several others werenât so lucky. Quite a few people are trapped and groaning, shaking. Someone is crying out as they try to dig out another person.
Komaeda blinks once, surveying the damage, the destruction, and then he immediately runs.
With everyone else as focused on this tragedy as it were, no one noticed nor called out to him.
--
Heâs not sure for how long he ran and for how far. It was late out, incredibly dark, very difficult to see.
He ran until he couldnât, falling to his knees and panting heavily. His face was damp with sweat, drool, and mucus. Maybe streaked with blood. He could practically taste it, after all. Iron with a bitter, acidic aftertaste.
Komaeda threw up. He hurled and heaved until his stomach was empty, trembling as he wiped away the saliva and the bile.
âThat...was really, incredibly unlucky...â He swallows, laughing pitifully. âW-Wasnât it, Servant-san?â
With how dark it was, he couldnât even see Servant if he were able. Maybe itâs better that way. Itâs a chilly night, the kind of chill thatâs indisputably lonely. Shakily, Komaeda pushed himself up, sniffling as he did.
He walked on, shambling all the way.
His feet hurt, so he couldnât walk for long. Still he walked until his legs shook so badly that he slid back to the ground. He leaned against the ruined remains of a wall, pulling his bag close. He zipped it open, pulling out a flashlight to flick on to make searching through it earlier.
He finds the picture easily, unfolding it to observe.
âDespair really is...such a wretched thing.â Komaeda sighs. âBut itâs a burden I have to carry, just like I do with your memory, Matsuda-kun. Itâs your fault. If it hadnât been for you, I wouldâve forgotten everything by now.â
If I had...would I be happier? Itâs still ironic to think. Matsuda-kun put so much work into the removal of memories, but he did everything he could so that I wouldnât lose mine. So that they wouldnât completely waste away.
Setting the picture aside, he went to grasp his pendant. But instead of gripping it, he merely brushed his fingertips over the cold, worn surface.
His neck would likely be bearing some hideous bruises. With how it hurt to swallow, it was likely swollen already. He turned back to the picture, taking in the tendrils of darkness wrapping around it. He adjusted the flashlight, but then the light began to flicker until it went out. Now it and him were left back in that total darkness.
The batteries. Those were the last ones I could find. That really is so, so unlucky.
Komaeda sighed again, leaning back and shoulders slumping.
If I am to be carefree, I suppose all I can do now is shut my eyes. What difference will it make? Iâll just close my eyes without worryingâabout tomorrow and about the future.
Breathing really did hurt so much.
This really was a night of nightmarish despair, but...when morning comes... What will be there on horizon?
Light. Light begun to peek above the horizon. Komaeda perks up, blinking a few times drearily, and then registering footsteps and the world became brighter.
Thatâs right. Matsuda-kun, Iâm sorry. Being carefree, being without worries; Iâve gotten to a point where thatâs impossible. But no matter how much darkness Iâm dragged through, light always awaits not too far beyond. Like bad luck and good luck. Like despair and hope.
Someone like him could only ever look forward. Because no matter what happened, no matter what came to pass, the end would never cease to elude him. And it really wasâunbelievably terrible luck that he had to realize that!
Itâs terrible! Itâs absolutely terrible! So much time wasted! This really is just the worst luck! But, because itâs the worst luck that Iâm going to be kept from that ending I desired for so long...
The footsteps stopped, and Komaeda turned, giving a smile.
I think thatâs why I can accept this. Just accept you.
âHinata-kun,â he said. âKamukura-kun. Good morning.â
The person stills for a moment, but swallows and sighs.
âI finally found you, Nagito.â With that, they step forward and take his hand. âCome on.â
Komaeda could only giggle as he was pulled up. His legs gave in, but he was quickly held closely and steadily.
âDonât run away anymore,â they murmured, holding him tightly and fiercely. It was warm. So wonderfully warm. âNeither of usâare ever going to let you run away again. And... We wonât run away either. Weâre going to stay with each other and face the future, Nagito. IâI swear it.â
âI believe you mean it,â Komaeda replied quietly, embracing him in return. âI donât think Iâll be able to escape from either of you again. Haha. Ahaha..â
He takes a deep breath, and sighs one last time.
âIâm yours and yours alone. Just kidding.â
--
Unsurprisingly, neither of them said much of anything as Komaedaâs wounds were treated. Hinata grimaced as he cleaned off his face, cleaned off the blood that wasnât his. Kamukura stared intensely at his bruised neck to the point where it was rather embarrassing.
Still, they didnât say anything, and Komaeda was a little grateful for that. He didnât even complain when he was hoisted up. He just wrapped his arms around the otherâs neck and clung to him. They took his bag for him.
So gallant!
Komaeda giggled as he was carried.
âAre you going to yell at me?â he asked. âHow long were you searching?â
âLong enough to make myself scream,â was the response. Komaeda clicked his tongue.
âThat sounds like Hinata-kun. What about Kamukura-kun?â
No response.
âYeah,â Komaeda hums, nuzzling against him. âThat sounds about right, too.â
A pause. Komaeda listened to that steady, drumming heartbeat.
âI donât want to go back just yet,â he said after a while. âI wanted to visit Matsuda-kunâs grave. Canât you take me?â He presses. âDo you remember? Weâve gone together several times before, Kamukura-kun. Please? Please can we go?â
Hinata stills for a moment, and he sighs.
âIf I do that, will you promise to behave from now on?â
âWhat kind of question is that?â Komaeda asked. âI was going to try either way, but... Someone like me is just going to screw up, you know.â
âThat youâll try is the most important part,â Hinata said. And then, Kamukura took over. âVery well. We can go, Nagito.â
Komaeda beamed and kissed his cheek in gratitude.
âThank you! At this rate I might just fall for you! Juuuust kidding!â
--
Servant-san, I have a few theories on why it was you showed up. But since you know all those already, I donât see much point in relaying them. Still I canât help but think about them all the same...
He kicked his feet as they rode the train together. He leaned his head against the otherâs shoulder, letting his eyes fall shut. When his lashes lowered to a mere sliver, he thought he saw Servant sitting across from them.
But when his eyes flew wide open, there was no one there save for the setting sun outside the window.
âSomething up, Nagito?â
âOh, no, nothing.â
Was it really just a glitch in the system? Or was it purely psychological? Perhaps it was both? Perhaps there was a part of me thatâjust didnât want to lose despair. Not because despair itself is worth anything, but because despair taught me a few things that I mustnât forget.
Unsurprisingly, he was sure that Kamukura watched him sleep whenever the two of them took up shelter. Hinata, too, kept nearer than necessary. Their behavior was understandable, really.
They likely didnât want him to run away again. And if that was the case, the least he can do was indulge.
But perhaps he indulged a little too much.
âIf you wonât let me sleep on the floor then you should share the bed with me. Itâs not at all fair that you sleep on the floor while someone like me...â
âI-I already said not to worry about it! Just drop it!â
âHmph.â Komaeda rolled his eyes. âNo. I wonât. Share the bed with me.â
âU-Urk!â
âDo it or I refuse to sleep.â
There are times when I try to imagine you. But am I really imagining you or imagining my old self? Itâs hard to sayâbut that image is surprisingly faint. When I try to remember the world you know, it all seems so red and so fuzzy. In the end, I just donât even bother anymore.
âI can cook something if youâre sick of rations, Nagito.â
âEh, eh, really? What a luxury! This really does feel like a dream!â
âThere should be some canned foods around here.â Hinata shifts through the shelves. âThis place has been pretty thoroughly ransacked, but there are still stuff we can use.â
âThen letâs grab as much as we can!â Komaeda immediately swiped several cans into his bag. At that, Hinata scowled.
âOi, oi, who do you think has to carry that?â
âI can carry it,â Komaeda said. âIâve been carrying it. Itâs no big deal, Hinata-kun.â
âI-Iâm the one carrying it! And thatâs that!â
âEhhhhh?â
âThatâs that!â
There are also times when I try to remember Matsuda-kun. And Kamukura-kun as he had looked. Right now, his appearance is stuck between that and Hinata-kunâs. Hinata hasnât been cutting his hair, so itâs rather long. But itâs still not as long. What was I talking about again? Oh. Right. Memories.
âThe sand feels much different here. Itâs coarser, I think!â
âNagito, are you quite done?â
Kamukura looked utterly unimpressed with him. Komaeda puffed his cheeks right back and shoved his feet deeper into the sand. It burned a little, but he could handle it just fine.
âItâs just a minor break,â he said. He pouts. âYou donât need to be such a grump about it, Kamukura-kun! If Hinata-kun were awake, heâd understand!â
âFalse,â Kamukura huffed. âHinata Hajime would not understand. I would know.â
Komaedaâs frown only deepens.
âNagito, youâre the one who wishes to go to Hopeâs Peak,â Kamukura pointed out.
âLet me just walk along the beach a little longer,â Komaeda said, almost sharply before his tone softened. âJust for a little while longer.â
The moments I can recollect with Matsuda-kun can sometimes be strikingly clear. So much so that they feel more like dreams. And others, well, theyâre not so clear. As for how that makes me feelâreally itâs impossible to explain. Iâm sure you understand.
Even in a broken, recovering world, the main building of Hopeâs Peak Academy stood tall. Hinata shuddered upon staring at it, so Komaeda reached out and squeezed his arm.
âI can go on my own,â he said serenely. âIâll come back swiftly. You donât have to worry, Hinata-kun.â
âLike hell I donât!â Hinata exclaimed harshly. âIâm never letting you out of my sight again, Nagito!â
Never can be such a long, long time.
âThen, are you alright?â Komaeda asked more seriously and intently. âIf youâre going to be stubborn, then at least be honest, too.â
Hinata scowled, but nodded.
âIâm alright,â he said and began to tug Komaeda along. âNow come on. Letâs get this over with.â
All the same, they truly are burdens, arenât they? Memories. And yet, all the same... Iâve decided that I have no choice but to live on and face the future, even as I stumble over memory upon memory. Even if I have to shove you away.
Flowers are still flourishing, but there remain weeds that need to be pulled. Kamukura and Hinata pull most of them, though Komaeda does manage to get his hands on a few.
âMatsuda-kun really has been blessed,â he chirps, humming as he burns the incense. âMatsuda-kun, itâs us.â
Hinata looks unbearably awkward at first, but Kamukura makes the smooth transition with a smoother kneeling before he clasps his hands to pray. Komaeda, too, prays.
âMatsuda-kun...much has happened. You wouldnât believe it, actually. Um, Iâm going to try and keep it concise.â Komaeda swallows. âItâll be likeâlike the reports I used to give when we were in school together? Remember?â
He hardly did, but that didnât matter.
For now, Komaeda just talked. And talked. And talked.
Servant-san, if I commit to this, Iâm going to have to leave you behind. You understand that, donât you? Iâm sorry. But, you know, even though this is only wishful thinking, Iâm hoping that with all my heart that I can send you to the same place Matsuda-kun is.
He talked so much that he ended up parched and needing to drink some water. Kamukura had forced an open water bottle into his hand, putting it lightly.
He takes a swing, and sighs.
âItâs crazy, isnât it, how much things changed in such a small amount of time...â Komaeda hesitates for a moment, biting his lip. âI wonder how you would react. What youâd think. Such things are worthless to ponder, but I still find myself...â
Komaeda trails off. Hazel and crimson both glance towards him, and he shivers.
âI miss you...very much, Matsuda-kun. You were...my first friend and my first love. Youâyou canât imagine just how dear that makes you to me.â He canât help but laugh, softly and ruefully. âEven if my brain starts to rot again and I end up forgetting you after all, those feelings and this significance wonât ever change. And thatâsâthatâs what I wanted to say most of all, Matsuda-kun. This is...likely farewell, after all. I do hope youâre resting well, wherever you are.â
With all that said and done, he takes a deep breath and turns to Kamukura and Hinata, smiling more genuinely and nodding encouragingly.
âYou both have things you wish to tell Matsuda-kun, too, donât you?â he asked. âYou should go ahead and tell him.â
â...â
There was only a quiet nod in return.
All the same, I... Thank you.
--
âNagito,â Hinata reprimanded though he can imagine Kamukura with the same look of disapproval. âWhat are you still doing up?â
Komaeda blinked, shivered a bit from the sudden breeze, and turned back up to the stars with a smile.
âI was just thinking...â He leans against the railing, folding his arms and lying his head down. âLooking at the stars while out at sea is romantic. The only thing Iâm missing is a cigarette, ehehe.â
âYou shouldnât smoke,â Hinata huffed, gripping the railing. âItâs bad for you.â
âMm, I know...â Quietening, Komaeda rubbed at his neck. âIf I didnât know how horrible it feels to struggle to breathe, then I probably wouldnât care. But I do know. So smoking is out of the question after all. What bad luck.â
âThatâs hardly bad luck,â Hinata said, rolling his eyes. But after a while, his expression falters. âThat person...who tried to hurt you... You didnât deserve that, Nagito.â
Komaeda snorted.
âThey treated my injuries even when they suspected if not knew the truth... They were very kind in that regard.â And I killed them. By my own hand. âIt happens. Donât worry about me. With how much Iâve been throughâthat was just...just one bout of despair.â
Hinata squeezed his shoulder. And then, Kamukura spoke up.
âYou are stronger than you think, Nagito.â
Komaeda blinked up at him. Suddenly, they seemed rather sheepish, averting both their gazes and swallowing. Smiling slowly, Komaeda reached out and entwined his fingers with theirs.
âItâs pretty late,â he said. âI think Iâll be going to bed.â
They nodded. Komaeda tugged, just a little.
â...youâre going to join me, right?â he asks, almost slyly. âOtherwise, how are you going to keep an eye on me?â
The stiffen andâthere is color that pools in those cheeks. With the stars as a backdrop, itâs an utterly enchanting sight. He wants to engrave this moment on his heart forever.
He bites his tongue so as to not risk ruining the moment and merely tugs once more. His hand is squeezed in return.
â...letâs go, Nagito.â
Komaeda feels his own face tingle with pleasant, rosy warmth.
âOkay.â
--
They swipe their thumb over his neck, kissing the bruises softly.
âLater,â is the promise, and Komaeda can only swallow and arch his back.
They were both so gentle with him. But both surprisingly clumsy as well. Strange yet so, so endearing.
Each kiss had tasted of salt and spice, both similar and different to the kisses shared with both of them before.
All he knows for sure is that theyâre just as warm as he both remembered and dreamed.
--
Itâs surprisingly cloudy when they return to Jabberwock. But when he first sees the islands, he freezes up. Hinata squeezes his hand.
âEasy, easy.â Komaeda flinched, but then Hinata started petting his hand, kissing along his knuckles. âItâs going to be okay, Nagito.â
Komaeda swallowed, squeezing his eyes shut for a moment before nodding.
âIf you say so, then I suppose I should believe you.â
And he left it at that.
The shipâs horn was blaring as it neared Jabberwock. Komaeda pressed close to Hinata, practically clinging to him for balance when a wave crashed into the boat.
âSorry, that startled me,â he mumbled, pulling away. Hinata, rather flustered, just rubbed at the nape of his neck while avoiding Komaedaâs own elusive gaze.
âD-Donât worry about it.â
And so he didnât. Instead he refocused on Jabberwock.
It wasnât much longer before it was time to disembark the ship and reenter the islands. Hinata still took his hand, and Komaeda kept his head down as they walked off.
Then, he heard the rustling of the chains. He hurriedly jerked back, and there was Servant. Servant gave him a cheerful smile as always, waving him off, mouthing words of good luck. Words that Komaeda could not hear.
âNagito...?â Hinata pulls him back, both by hand and with his voice. âNagito, whatâs up? Did you see something?â
Blinking a few times, Komaeda notes that the rustling chain he hears is actually that of the shipâs attached to the anchor. And that Servant is nowhere to be seen. He sucks in his breath and shakes his head.
âNo, nothing.â He mulls over those words, and then he laughs them off. âI might just be a little out of it. Sorry, Hinata-kun.â
âYou donât need to apologize...â
All the same, they keep on moving, with Komaeda pressing ever closer to Hinata, as if Hinata would keep him steady every step of the way. He needed that for now. Just for now.
--
There wasnât much fanfare about his return. But there was more than he had expected that there would be.
âDonât EVER fucking do that again, alright, Komaeda-san?!â Sonia scolded him harshly. âSomething very dangerous could have happened! Please! Be more careful!â
âYeah, you couldâve given this entire island a goddamn heartattack with that stunt,â Kuzuryuu grumbled. âWhat if that jackass in charge of the Future Foundation heard about that?! Weâd all be in serious danger.â
âThat Naegi wouldâve been in hot water, too,â Koizumi murmured.
âHinata seriously freaked out,â Souda said. âEven that other guy seemed affected.â
âY-You donât need to tell him that!â Hinata exclaimed.
âIf we got in hot water because of you, Iâll tear off all your nails,â Saionji hissed. âDonât do this shit ever again, got it, Komaeda?â
âWere those bruises from some kinky play?!â Mioda gasped.
âT-They look pretty...serious...â Tsumiki leaned in too close for comfort.
And Komaeda had enough.
âCan you all just...give me space?â They all blinked at him, quieting for a moment, and he raised his voice. âIâm tired. I just want to go to my cabin and sleep. All of your chattering is giving me a serious headache.â
âHmph!â Tanaka seemed less than impressed. âYou say that after casting a dark cloud upon this domain! The audacityâ!â
âI mean it,â Komaeda hissed. âIf you all have complaints than write them down so that I can read them later. Just crowding me is going to make me sick. Iâm seriously going to throw up.â
They all backed away at that, all save for Hinata who only sighed.
âYeah, guys, itâs... Itâs been a long day,â he said, and pulled Komaeda close. âWe can talk about this later but for nowâNagito seriously does need his rest.â
Saionji made a sound of disgust. Souda raised an eyebrow, but Kuzuryuu elbowed him before he could say anything. Sonia turned to the others with a stern look, and with that, Hinata ushered him away. Even as he felt various stares on his back, none of them were following, at least.
That, Komaeda could almost be relieved about.
â...I need more time,â he said, almost quietly, almost as though it were a secret. âI need more time before I... I can comfortably be around any of them. Iâm sorry, Hinata-kun, but... I really was so close to vomiting with them all so close... And that wasnât even all of them.â
Unsurprisingly, a few hadnât come to greet them, butâthere had still been more than enough of them.
âI canât do those morning meetups,â he whispered. âI justâI donât have the stomach or the sensibilities for it just yet.â
Surprisingly, Hinata gives an understanding nod.
âAlright. Then Iâll tell them to back off for a bit. If they bother you, let me know, alright?â
âWhat are you, a babysitter?â Komaeda couldnât help but snort. âWell, that likely is one of your talents.â
Hinata rolled his eyes, but his smile was one of good-natured humor.
âHere you are,â he said, opening the door to his cabin for him. âI guess Iâll be seeing you?â Then, more seriously, he added. âWeâre going to be keeping a keener eye on things.â
âItâs okay, I wonât run away anymore.â Komaeda licked his lips before leaning in and kissing his cheek. âIâll see you, Hinata-kun.â And then, a kiss on his other cheek. âAnd you, Kamukura-kun.â
Kamukura touched his cheek and sighed softly.
âWe shall see you, Nagito.â
With that, he kissed Komaedaâs forehead before going on his way. Komaeda waved them off until they were out of sight, and then he shut the door.
--
Things fell into aânot entirely comfortable, but tolerable routine for the time being.
He mostly stays indoors, be it reading or resting. Sometimes he goes outside for walks. When he does, the others keep a closer eye on him. Which is just what he deserves, so he doesnât mind.
Hinata tends to wave him over daily. Sometimes, Hinata brings food and they eat together either in the shade or on the beach.
There are times when he gets overwhelmed enough to shut himself inside all day. Hinata checks on him, but itâs brief and just to make sure heâs still alive and as well as he could be. On days like these, he squeezes his pendant.
Those days are among the more difficult, but all the same, tomorrow always comes. Like the tides at sea, things start to settle for at least a little while.
Itâs spring on Jabberwock but as always, it feels like summer. Thereâs a strange, detached sense of nostalgia from that. But all the same, he enjoys another quiet, peaceful day.
And then, Hinata approaches him, seeming rather anxious.
âNagito, um... How are things?â
Itâs suspicious. But for now, Komaeda plays along as though nothingâs amiss.
âThings are fine,â he said. âSlow and boring, but fine. Frustratingly lackluster at times, but...â He picks at his nails. Hinataâs gaze flickers. âItâs to be expected. Iâve been thinking... Iâd like to take up gardening. Some of the others haveâand it looks pleasant. But...â
He gestures almost helplessly with his half-arm.
âI would just get in the way...like this.â
Hinata blinked, and then, âY-You do struggle a lot. With that. Right?â
âItâd be worse if I still had her hand attached,â Komaeda answered smoothly. âI suppose I should thank Kamukura-kun for that.â
Hinata flinched, but Kamukuraâs calm expression smoothed over.
âWhat about you?â Komaeda asked, changing the subject and smiling at them plainly. âHas anything happened?â
âA few things,â was the answer. âBut nothing you need concern over for now.â
For now...?
âI... We have a gift.â
A gift?
Thoughtlessly, Komaeda touched his pendant.
âAh, um... F-For...?â
âYour birthday,â Kamukura said simply. âIt is today, is it not?â
Komaeda got horribly flustered.
âY-Yes, but I didnât expect anyone to worry over that! A-Ahaha, I mean, I thought theyâd all focus on Koizumi-san, since her dayâs earlier and sheâs... Well, sheâs far more helpful than I am,â he mumbled. âJust you remembering makes me happy. You donât need to give me a gift, unless...â He couldnât help but blush more darkly. âI-Is it...something like...?â
âIt is tangible,â Kamukura said, but lowered his tone. âOf course, we can do that as well.â
Komaeda squirmed, chewing on his lower lip.
âTangible, huh...â Slowly, carefully, Kamukura reaches out and tenderly touches his face. Komaedaâs smile breaks a little. âIs it like a bookmark? Maybe...a book? Or did you handcraft it?â
âIt was made by hand, yes. Though we also received some assistance from the others. Nagito...â Kamukura takes his hand and tugs. âItâs at the hotel. Please come with us to go get it.â
âYouâre not trying to lead me into a trap, are you?â Komaeda asked softly and sardonically. âBecause Iâd fall for it if itâs you.â
âIt is nothing of the sort.â Kamukura looked almost unimpressed at the thought, so Komaeda laughed. âNagito, be serious. Let us go.â
âOkay! Okay... Ehehehe...â
Aah, my heart wonât stop hammering.
--
A few of the others were there. But only a few. That way, it wasnât terribly overwhelming.
âEhhh, so that guy dragged you out here, huh?â Souda asked. âWell I just...wanted to see the look on your face personally. And to give my soul friend some support.â
âI am here well...as a show of support,â Kuzuryuu said, waving his hand and elbowing Souda, earning a yelp.
âI just wanted to take your picture,â Koizumi said. She was fidgeting quite awkwardly a bit with her camera. âSince it is a special moment, and... You told me happy birthday with a smile, so... Itâs only fair I return the kindness.â
Komaeda laughs, waving it off with his nub. Â âOh, Koizumi-san, thatâs so much kinder!â
She shakes her head but before they can argue, Hinata clears his throat.
âI, um... The giftâs right there... On the table.â
Mioda strums before gesturing to said gift on the table while Sonia cheerily clapped along. Komaeda perks up, and blinks.
The gift, itâsâ
Itâs wrapped up artfully. The wrapping in question is white andâcovered top to bottom in signatures.
âIbukiâs signature is the biggest!â Mioda exclaimed, strumming again. âBecause this is a BIIIIG celebration for Nagito-chan! Ticket sales have already doubled in price! The lotteryâs a huge hit!â
âMy signature is the second biggest,â Sonia chirps. âIt is a proud tradition, after all! A big fat merry birthday to you, Komaeda-san!â
âSonia-san, such an angel...oof!â Souda groaned at the next jab courtesy of Kuzuryuu before forcing a laugh and waving his hand. âA-Anyway, uh... Yeah, we... We all signed it. Even that guy, right?â
âI did,â Kamukura said easily. Souda shuddered a bit but hurriedly pushed onward.
âS-So just... Just think of this as a gift from all of us, and...er, an apology...â Souda scowls, rubbing at the nape of his neck. âWe were, uh, pretty jerkish to you... I mean youâre still a weirdo, but...!â
âBut nothing!â Kuzuryuu hissed. âWhat the idiot means is that itâs our fault you got dragged into that crazy bitchâs bullshit. If you hadnât been our classmate...you mightâve been able to escape...the whole despair thing.â He shrugs. âYou were the one person who didnât fully buy into it, Komaeda. Even if we had problems in the past, well, itâd only be fair to respect that now. And...to apologize. For everything.â
âYes, what Kuzuryuu-san has said.â Sonia nods solemnly. Koizumi rubs at her arm, her expression dark. Even Mioda, too, seemed rather somber. âWe are not asking for forgiveness, of course, but... We wish better for our future. We cannot take full credit for the gift, however. Hinata-san and Kamukura-san worked the hardest on it.â
âThen,â Komaeda said. âYou arenât just apologizing to ease your own sense of guilt?â
There wasnât an answer. Souda scowled, but he ultimately bit his tongue to stay quiet. Komaeda looked towards Hinata, Kamukura, but quickly turns back to the gift.
âI suppose I might as well open it,â he said. âEven if whatâs in here isnât something I deserveâreceiving a birthday present is still nice. Itâs been years since last time.â
Matsuda-kun... I still donât know if I can ever accept these people...or myself, but...
He peels the paper off gently, taking the upmost care to not tear the wrapping. He looks over all the signatures, and swallows. The gift is surprisingly heavy.
I canât pretend...this act of kindness doesnât move me.
Itâs a case. He opens it, and, itâs as if a pin drops.
I canât deny how happy this really does make me, even when it still hurts so much.
âWeâll have to attach it,â Hinata murmurs. âAnd after that, itâll work great. Itâs been fine-tuned to hell and back. Does... Does it at least look alright?â
Komaedaâs breath hitched on a sob as the tears welled up.
âH-Heâs crying?!?!â
âWaaaaaah! Nagito-chan is crying!â
âOh no, donât cry, too, Ibuki-chan!â
âGive him space!â
âI-Idiotsâdonât crowd him!â
Tears splattered onto the cool metal of the arm, and then, Komaeda couldnât help but burst into a laugh, and smiled so widely that it hurt far more than the pang in his heart.
âIt looks wonderful! Thank you!â
His picture gets snapped, but he doesnât focus on that, he just focuses on Hinata. On Kamukura. And the smile that they give him.
That, too, squeezes his heart just as the sight of the hand had.
Matsuda-kun... Servant-san... Iâm really, truly happy.
--
It required an operation, but that went without a hitch with Kamukura handling everything. He still felt a little woozy afterwards, but that didnât stop Nidai from rambunctiously ruffling his hair nor Owari from insisting on an arm wrestling match. Thankfully, Sonia had firmly put a stop to that.
Togamiâah, no, not Togami, thatâs rightâhad placed a hand on his shoulder. Komaeda smiled anxiously in return. Mioda had been quick to make faces so that he could laugh more easily.
Sometimes, heâd get overwhelmed again. Exhausted. Tsumiki, even if the two of them still had difficulty meeting one anotherâs eyes, was always quick to user the others out when she noticed. He...appreciated that, at least.
âW...Wait...â
Pekoyama pauses, as does Hinata. Komaeda gives an apologetic smile to Pekoyama and gestures towards Hinata. Pekoyama nods and leaves with the rest.
Hinata approaches him and reaches out, taking his new, mechanical hand.
âIâm glad it worked,â he murmured. âIâm so glad it did... I was really, really worried it wouldnât.â
Komaedaâs smile fades.
âHinata-kun... Kamukura-kun, too... Can I ask...why you did all this? Why it mattered so much?â
âB-Because...â Kamukura didnât immediately cut in to save him the embarrassment, so Hinata was left stuttering on. âBecause... Youâre important to us, Nagito. Very. You...â
âIâm kind of a wreck and a mess, you know,â Komaeda pointed out not unkindly. âItâs strange to think you donât just act out of pity.â
They were both quiet for a moment, and then, they took his other hand, and lead them both to the scars hidden by those dark strands. The hair wasnât as short as it used to be, the spikes were longer, shaggier, and... It was clear Hinata wanted to grow his bangs out so that these scars were all the more hidden.
Komaeda brushes his fingers against them, both mechanic and organic. Hinata lets out a soft, rueful laugh. Even on Kamukuraâs face, it looked a little twisted.
âYouâre not the pitiful one here, Nagito. We swear it.â
Komaeda ruffles his hair, humming.
âWell,â he said. âI donât find either of you nearly as pitiful as I used to. I actually admire you both a little, but...donât take this to mean Iâm not still wary. I adore you both with all my heart, and I love you a lot... But...â
âYeah,â they laugh again. Itâs calmer than before. âUnderstood. Thatâs just how you are, Nagito.â
Komaeda blinks and then he leans in, pressing his lips to the crown of scars.
âIâm glad...that I was born,â he said. He pulls back, touches his pendant, and then he squeezes both of their hands. âI-Iâm actually really glad I was born. For all the despair, for all the hope, for all the disappointment, the excitement... I... Iâm happy that this was how it all turned out.â
His hands were squeezed in return, and then, they leaned in, brushing their lips against his hesitantly. Once. Twice.
âN-No... Not when Iâm still all wired up and woozy...â
âA-Ack! Sorry!â
âItâs okay... Just stay close.â He wrapped his arms around the other tightly. âThank you.â
Heâs held in return, the other takes a careful intake of breath, and then they sigh, petting his hair and kissing his temple.
âIâm glad you were born, too, Nagito. I... We both are. W-We... Weâre happy... We both love you...very...very much.â
Komaeda shivered, and just hearing those wordsâwere more than he could swallow. All the same, he nodded and observed his new hand, how it caught sunlight and seemed to shimmer.
With a hand like this, he really did feel like he could reach out and grasp that shining future.
Be steady, my heart. IâIâm sure that everything will be just fine.
#nagito komaeda#komaeda nagito#KomaHina#KamuKoma#HinaKoma#KamuKomaHina#MatsuKoma#SerKoma#Komacest#servant (drae)#izuru kamukura#hajime hinata#yasuke matsuda#Magi fics#super dangan ronpa 2#sdr2 spoilers#dr3 spoilers#dangan ronpa 3#dangan ronpa zero#Woof this is just so much
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After taking him into custody at the C.R.A.D.L.E. Facility, it became clear that former X-Men: Blue member turned Dark X-Men Jimmy Hudson was suffering from some kind of mental manipulation. It took a meeting with his ex-girlfriend and former teammate Jean Grey to start the process of setting things right, further solidifying that there was a telepath working against the Island.
THIS IS THE OFFICIAL COMPLETE CHAT LOG COVERAGE OF THE MINI IC
JEAN: It had taken her a while. Jean knew that was wrong, but there were a thousand excuses she could have given as to why she had been dragging her feet. Things between her and Jimmy had ended on a strange note, to say the least. Life had turned, for the lack of a better word, into a complete and utter clusterfuck. She had Phoenixed out, died, resurrected as an amnesiac, nearly become a living sacrifice and somehow rallied to defeat the cosmic entity that had taken her older self out for a decade. Good job, Jean. Way to somehow make the end of the world about you but still manage to scrape your way back. Throughout the mess, there was someone Jean thought would be there holding her hand. She had loved Scott for a long time. For almost as long as she had met him, actually, even if she had hated him too. Scott and Jean had made a promise to each other as teammates, best friends and eventually something more. There had been a lingering fear the first time she had given herself to him fully - the first time she gave herself to anyone - Â but intimate relations hadnât been what had pulled them apart. That was the future they had walked into. So, no. It wasnât Scott holding her hand. It had been Jimmy. Jimmy, who had been nothing but sweet, supportive and kind. Jean had been desperate to reclaim a sense of self after she had clawed her way from her grave and Jimmy had been sucked into the vortex. She had chosen to sleep with him. She had chosen to be with him. She had chosen to offer a weak âthank youâ and run off hand in hand with Scott when he told her that he loved her. It wasnât entirely uncalled for, Jean had reasoned with herself. It was understandable. They were in danger of being forced back into the past they had been stolen from. Jimmy wouldnât fit in her life if she had none of her own to speak of. So, she planned to try and get in touch but first they were on the run and then they were attempting some reckless scheme that somehow worked. Fresh out of a pod with a literal new lease on life, Jean had kissed Scott and told herself sheâd find Jimmy later. Even when she heard he wasnât on Krakoa she kept telling herself that sheâd find him or at least his mind, but she was a hypocrite. She couldnât go around with Scott like they were the golden freaking couple of the X-Men when she knew she was being inconsiderate and potentially a little cruel. Maybe she deserved to go on ice. A collar around the throat got her down initially, the cooler at the C.R.A.D.L.E. Facility Center doing the rest. Scott had tried to explain it some as he wrapped her in a blanket to help her thaw out. Power dampers, inhibitor collars and a tube below freezing to keep the mind slow and easier to sedate. She hadnât come to until after they got to Krakoa, snuggled up in her bed twenty-one days after they had initially arrested her. Being restrained and unconscious for a month was a kind of discomfort she was unfortunately becoming familiar with. What was unfamiliar was the news that Jimmy had been there. Jimmy, her missing ( technically ) ex-boyfriend who had apparently been more than a little angry. Feral, if Scott was to be believed. Laura had apparently been going through some stuff of her own and nearly ripped him to shreds but he was alive, healing and being held in Krakoa. Awesome. After taking time to get her head straight and get her telepathy working without a migraine she finally decided to show her face. There were promises made that if he somehow got out sheâd call for help because Scott would come instantly, but Jean didnât want it to come to that. She had helped Laura escape her trigger scent telepathically. Hopefully this wouldât be as intense as that. Pushing the door closed with the heel of her boot, it felt a little too formal to be in her uniform but it was too late to go change now. âWe were really worried about you, you know.â If she had pockets her hands would have been in them, so instead she just wiped her palms on her pants. âI know I need to apologize, but first I have to ask: what the hell happened to you?â
JIMMY: It was easier to Hate. It was easier to maim, attack, kill, punish. Kept him away from his thoughts. Kept him from laying in a crying mess on the floor. A scared boy that was ripped away from his family too soon and had his world torn apart as he just stood by watching. It took him ages to take his own destiny by the throat and not just run in fear as an outlaw, but more importantly it took one person to push him there. To make him a man worth respecting. Turn the no good troublemaking under achiever known as Jimmy Hudson into something worth being, someone who helped found a nation, found love, and destroy those who would seek to destroy his people; Kitty Pryde. But Jean couldn't just be satisfied with taking his home, dashing their hopes, destroying Rogue's best friend, and killing his friends and family, no, she had to take Kitty too. She was the person who made him into a good man, into Wolverine. Jean only destroyed his life at every turn and it seemed like she wouldn't be done until he was dead. He had to be strapped into a seat. They knew better than to just keep him in a cage. Knew a Wolverine couldn't be contained. He managed a few near escapes between ripping bands and nearly gnawing off his own limbs to escape but they caught on to quick and stopped him. How the General of Utopia had fallen. As her sickening stench burned his nostrils he looked to the red headed devil in front of him. His teeth instinctually became coated in metal, claws piercing through his flesh as he lurched forward in his seat. "Don't even try putting on that bullshit act." He snarled as his claws slowly receded into his body. "You know exactly what happened to me. Who you took from me."
JEAN: When youâre a telepath they teach about boundaries. Sometimes you can look into minds, sometimes you canât. Itâs a weird set of rules that are hard to explain to people who donât know what itâs like to have the ever present temptation of knowing more than what someone may be saying. Jimmyâs presence was a wave of anger. Jean had expected some, but not the dark cloud that was being emitted. âI know I was a dick, but my act isnât bullshit.â She tried to keep the hurt from flickering in her voice. âBut you and I are on very different pages.â Walking towards him, Jeanâs eyes flashed for only a moment to get a glance inside his mind. Blood. Pain. Loss. And rage. So, so much rage. Eyes snapping open, Jean hissed and lightly brushed her temple. Head tilting to the side, a strong sense of unease rose up in her. âWho do you think I am?â
JIMMY: Feeling her touch in his mind he was disgusted. His skull encasing itself in metal to try and force her out as he used the techniques Kitty taught him to keep telepaths out. What disturbed it most of all was that if only for a moment he felt some comfort from the touch of her mind. "Keep your dirty mind the fuck away from me, Jean." He spat out. His hands clenched so tight his nails cut into his flesh as drops of crimson slowly dripped to the floor. "I don't know what you're trying to do here, but don't think for a damn second that you can make me forget all that you've done to us." His tone lost its extreme aggression but it was cold and concise. The way he looked at her, studied her, wasn't as if they were once friends but as if he was studying a target. Looking for the right chance to kill them. He survived her Phoenix once and he could do it again.
JEAN: âOkay, asshole.â Now, she was angry. Both hands landed on her hips as she stared him down. âWe had sex, you told me you loved me and I ran off with my ex-boyfriend. Iâm selfish but my mind isât dirty and you need to cool it. Someone did something to you.â She rolled her shoulders back. âBut you didnât quit on me when I forgot who I was and the Hellfire Club tried to use me. I love you. Maybe not like you loved me, but weâll work this out.â
JIMMY: Jimmy scoffed. He remembered having sex with her, in her floating towers of Tian. He hated every second of it. He wanted to claw his own eyes out for even seeing her like that. However it was the price he had to pay for bringing Tian down and it was worth it. "Oh would you just shut the fuck up?" he replied as he leaned forward in the seat putting strain on his bindings. "No one could ever love a rotten, traitorous, murderous bitch like you. Only friends you ever had were either scared of you or manipulated by you and I'd rather have you tear me apart with your space canary right now than pretend that we were ever close."
JEAN: Stay calm, Jean. Clench your fists and donât let your hair float around your face. She didnât default to crying. Jean had never been one to automatically go there. Usually she got mad before there were tears. Right now she was fuming. âYou shut the fuck up.â His chair telepathically bumped backwards slightly. âBelieve it or not, people love me for some weird reason. I donât get it either.â Hank, Scott, Jimmy. Logan in the future. People were drawn to Jean but she didnât get it. She just hurt everyone no matter what version of her it was. âI have friends, and I have people who love me so Iâm not going to let you break me down. Iâm also not the Phoenix anymore, which you knew when you had a functioning brain cell. Thereâs no Phoenix period. Itâs gone.â The energy she let curl around her fist as an example was pink, no red or gold sparks in sight. âYou want me to tear you apart, Jimmy? Fine. Iâll tear you apart if it fixes whateverâs wrong with you.â
JIMMY: "You've done it before? What's stoppin' ya now? Tired of getting your ass kicked after I heal up?" The sound of grinding metal filled the air as his jaw clenched. She was an extremist who needed to be put down. "Look, I don't know what kind of fucking game you're trying to play here but I don't care what you do to me. Just now that you'll get it back tenfold when I get the chance. Then once you're lobotomized I'll get Kitty back and we'll start over. President Osborn did what Rogers couldn't. He decriminalized being a mutant. Everyone's going to leave you once they know the worlds becoming a safer place and they don't have to cling to a tyrant for safety."
JEAN: âDone it before? Weâre clearly living in very different worlds and Iâm pretty sure mine is the real one. Letâs back up from threatening to kill each other and sort this out.â Jean moved to sit in the chair opposite him. At that moment it was a terrible time to have empathic powers. âThe only Rogers we have is Steve and Cap died a year ago. President Norman got me and other mutants arrested because weâre under twenty-one. Right now weâre on Krakoa, where youâve lived a year. Itâs a sovereign mutant nation. They brought me here from the past and I can tell you the world is a lot more accepting than it used to be. We donât even have one set leader. And Kate?â Jean cocked her head to the side. âKitty. She goes by Kate. Red Queen of the Hellfire Club and Emma Frostâs prodigy. No offense, dude, but sheâs never paid you any mind. Sheâs off drinking a little too much and being a bad ass. She hasnât gone anywhere and I can prove it if youâll let me help you.â
JIMMY: "More fucking mind games?" Jimmy groaned only growing agitated. "Yeah. President Steve Rogers, formerly known as Captain America. He died a year ago and now President Osborn is filling in. Stop trying to mess with me." He just ignored her as she went on about Krakoa. He could care less about where they were. The only place he ever felt was his home was Utopia, which Jean helped kill alongside Thaddeus Ross. But when she spoke about Kitty it hit different. His face drooped for a moment as his stomach sunk. His breathing grew heavy for a moment as he remembered dancing in the starlight of Utopia. One of the moments he felt most at peace. "You keep her name out of your mouth..."
JEAN: âSteve Rogers was never president, he was only ever Captain America. These mind games arenât exactly fun, so even if you donât believe me know that Iâm not playing.â ...And there it was. Kitty, an apparent soft spot. It made Jean feel weird to consider her former professor being intimate with her only ex. âKate Pryde is my friend. Sheâs a mentor. The older version of me mentored her. Jean would know what to do right now.â Â The last part was muttered under her breath. âYouâve insulted me, spread lies about the world and clearly hate me but Iâm sorry to tell you that youâre wrong on almost all accounts. None of those things have happened. Not here, at least. You and I met when you joined my old team, X-Men: Blue.â Â She leaned forward and rested her head in her hands. âAnd you liked me. I know you did. Scott did too. He and I were together, but things changed. We went to war with the Avengers and you were there for me.â As she spoke telepathic thoughts floated between the two. Nothing forceful, only the ghosts of memories and hints of images that had come and gone. âYou loved me. Maybe I didnât deserve it, but you did. Iâve seen a side of you that I think is real and this isnât it.â
JIMMY: None of this was making sense. Kitty was just about the same age as Jean. Maybe a year or two younger, but she was only a year older than him. She'd be what, 24 now? And now she's talking about another Jean? He didn't argue as much this time, he inhaled deeply through his nose, taking in her pheromones and listening to her heart. She didn't seem to be lying. "I've never heard of X-Men: Blue." He thought back to her. "I met you when you showed up at my school. News was out that I was a mutant and you promised to take me away so I could make a difference and so I wouldn't be arrested for being a mutant. Then you used me." The last phrase had some emphasis on it. "The only Scott I can think of is Scott Summers and he died when I was just gettin' my learners permit." He hesitated to respond to the comment of loving her. "The only woman I've ever loved is Pryde. You're confused."
JEAN: Maybe they were getting somewhere. âWeâre a makeshift team. Hank McCoy didnât like the world or how Scott and Emma were running around trying to start this group called Nation-X so he pulled the original X-Men from the  past. Me, Hank, Bobby, Warren and Scott. Itâs why Iâm twenty-one ( as of last month, so happy birthday to me ) and my older self is thirty-one. Blue was just a good place to stick us, and Kate took a chance. She didnât try and force us to go back to the past. You didnât want us to either. We were staying on Madripoor.â Jean bit her lip and straightened up, gnawing for a second. âIf anyone was in trouble it would be us. We were never meant to be here. I couldnât save you from arrest, but I could be your friend. My team has always been a family even if we got scattered. And Scott... Youâre right. I did accidentally use you but definitely not in the way youâre referring. Iâm kinda a lot, like, all the time. Sometimes itâs not my fault, but you were better to me than I deserved. You say you only loved Kate, but thatâs not entirely true.â This time, Jean floated a memory with intention. It wasnât meant to be entirely invasive but for one moment the image of them and that night appeared. Following it was the day Jean and the group had ran. She let the I love you be heard and her silence, her nauseating guilt over not saying it back to show it was real. âIâm confused a lot, but not here.â
JIMMY: "Bobby?" The words escaped him with some surprised. He owed him his life. He stood by Kitty and Jimmy when the Sentinels raided the south west and the mutants were forced to hide in tunnels. He hadn't seen him since but that man would always be a friend to Jimmy. "Okay... Sounds crazy... But I can smell that you're not lying." None of what she was saying rang any bells for him but the moment she sent the memory over he began getting flashes from the past. More of that night and the day of his arrest were filling in. Something in his mind was resisting and inflicting pain on him as he groaned, and his fangs recoated themselves in metal. "I...!" He groaned as his claws then proceeded to pierce through his skin. "Remember that night...!" he said through gritted teeth as the memories of burning from cosmic fire and the peace he felt with Jean that night.
JEAN: âBobby. One of my best friends for as long as, well, as long as I can remember.â Jean perked up slightly, the exhaustion from having someone she cared about verbally berate her waning momentarily. âI guess thatâs better than smelling my shampoo.â The chuckle awkwardly left her mouth. âI promise, Jimmy. Iâm being honest. I should have found you a long time ago.â As he began to act distressed, Jean stood and slowly moved forward before hesitantly reaching out to see if heâd let her touch his hand. âPlease, let me help you. Iâll make you a deal. Iâll unhook you. Iâll do what I can but if you sense Iâm lying or doing something I shouldnât you can do what you want. Youâre my friend and I donât want to see any friend suffer.â That was in addition to her own guilt that if maybe she had reached out sooner she could have found hm before someone got in his head.
JIMMY: "Don't...!" He said as he forced his chair to fall back and away from Jean. He was unpredictable right now, operating off of instinct. If this was true he didn't want to accidentally kill her. "Madripoor..." he groaned. "There was a festival... We stayed with Magneto..."
JEAN: âI trusted Erik. I trusted him before anyone else did, and so I convinced everyone to stay with him. Work with him. Lorna supervised sometimes. Bloodstorm joined, but she died. I was waiting to tell you.â When he moved Jean made no further motions to come any closer. âI didnât think youâd stay with us. I mean, no one was sure how to treat us. Thatâs why they wanted to send us back. The last time I saw you, you and Laura were helping us escape. So, thank you. But Laura, do you remember her? She subdued you at the Facilities. Sheâs Loganâs daughter. Which, means youâre siblings. Kind of. No one has been themselves. They arrested us because of Osbornâs Laws. Itâs where we found you.â
JIMMY: Â "Logan..." He said with a heavy breath as he connected two and two. "James Howlett... My birth father... He's dead..." What she was saying made sense. Laura had a similar scent to himself and that could easily explain it. Osborn didn't lock them up because they were terrorists? What was going on? He thought to himself as a new wave of pain washed over him. "You... You found me in the Yukon... I was confused... Alone..."
JEAN: âAlive.â She corrected him gently. âAlive and almost made a baby with me. Older me, that is. Long story. Weâll go over it another time.â As he remembered he grew more anxious and Jean could feel it popping out of him. Thoughts were like bubbles she tried to avoid, but she continued to try and pass as many his way as possible. Not to rewrite, but to help remember. âRight. And you may be confused now, Jimmy, but youâre not alone. Weâre going to work this out together.â
JIMMY: "Is... Is Rogue alive?" He called out in pain as he remembered her sacrifice herself for the rest of them during the convergence. All the pain she felt, how alone she always was. She deserved so much better. He twitched, his binds reaching their limits as memories of fighting alongside X-Men Blue came rushing in his head merging with his memories of skulking through the Deserts with Psylocke, Black Tom, and Storm. It was all getting so confusing for him. "I don't know what happened here and what happened at home, Jean." He said almost pleading, his voice being reminiscent of her Jimmy. "What about my other siblings?" He asked. "Did I kill Pietro?"
JEAN: âRogueâs alive. Anna-Marie and Remy got engaged but they broke up. Gambitâs with Polaris but he and Rogue are still working with Betsy.â Hearing him distressed was nearly too much and Jean moved forward without thinking. âPietroâs dead. At least, in this reality. We have one from Earth-616 Â and heâs a real prick. He and Erik donât get along. Wandaâs fine. Better than fine, actually. She helped me end the Phoenix. Her Pietro is the one who died a long time ago fighting Ultron. Jimmy,â Jean ran a hand through her hair. âIâm not Emma or my older self but you have to let me help you. Someone did something, but I think I can take them.â
JIMMY: Â Wanda was alive too? His world was so full of death that nearly every person Jean had named had long since been dead. Memories of the two of them began coming in more readily. All the little moments, all the times he sacrificed for her. "I... I trust you..." He said looking to her as he was forced to mix and relive his life in his own universe to his life from this universe.
JEAN: âIâm really glad to hear you say that.â Jean exhaled gratefully. This time she did touch him. Her telekinesis unhooked the bindings in a flurry of pink, a way she could try and  show him that she wasnât going to hurt him. âIâve been training with Jean.â She reassured him. That being said, the memories still hit her like a ton of bricks to the face. There were the memories she was familiar with and the ones she werenât. For the half she had been privy to it was strange to see herself from the other side but the others were so full of tragedy and sorry. Those made tears run in salty rivets down her cheeks but she kept her eyes closed and kept working. One here, one there. It wouldnât solve the issue of who he was but differentiating reality would be a good start. When she got near the end she saw it. Him. Mesmero. He had be there, in his mind, twisting it around. His psychic imprint cut through Jeanâs own mind before she could wipe it away, the burn radiating through her mind. And then, she was done. The surgery - so to speak - was done. Her older self would have been faster, more efficient. Jean was just proud to have done it at all. As she left her hands fall from  the temple her body sagged to the side, tailbone colliding painfully with the ground as her chest heaved. âFuck him.â
JIMMY: Jimmy laid there near motionless on the floor with shaky breath. Things were much more clear to him now but being forced to go through both of his lives took a lot out of him. For the first time since he could remember he wanted to cry, but his tears dried up long ago. It wasn't until now that everything hit him. Jean didn't love him but he still felt love for her. Kitty was gone. Dead with his entire reality and everyone he loved from it. One lover laid on the floor not far from him and the other was shattered and spread across the multiverse. He was heartbroken. Stabbing his claws into the floor out of sheer frustration. "Thanks Jean..." Was all he could manage. Still not able to look at her. "I owe you one..."
JEAN: While he took a moment she had drawn her knees up towards her chest, head buried on the green and black fabric of her pants. Jean loved Jimmy. It was complicated and it wasnât to the extent that he had for her, but it was there. Right then, however, she was just tired. âYou donât need to thank me.â Her voice was muffled. âWhat Mesmero did was inexcusable. Iâm just  really, really glad you didnât  murder me while I was drugged up at C.R.A.D.L.E.â Lifting her head, she peeked over her arms at him. âLetâs just call it even. Iâve got a lot to apologize for.â Her eyes flitted downwards. âAnd Iâm sorry.  About Kitty and Rogue and everyone else. I didnât know. And I feel like I need to apologize for her. The one that hurt you. Me. Weâre known for being power crazed and terrible, so Iâm sorry.â
JIMMY: Hearing their names made his eyes feel like they were about to swell before he swallowed hard and forced down his emotions. They were gone. He needed to accept that. "He's going to die." Jimmy replied in a very matter of fact way, unusual to the Jimmy she was used to. This was the man he was before the convergence speaking. He rose from his floor and wandered to the unused cot in the room before sitting on the edge of it. "He's a traitor to our species and it's time for him to go down." In this world Jimmy hadn't killed anyone, but back home he had lost track. There was a lot he had to do for the sake of Utopia that he took no pride in. As far as he was concerned he wasn't a good guy. Just a weapon that could be used for good. "You're not her. Apology accepted." He added before rotating on the cot and laying down. "I'm not ready to see everyone. I'm going to stay down here for a while."
JEAN: âSomething happened to Emma. Someone tampered with her mind. We werenât sure if it was Madelyne, but Iâll tell them to look into Mesmero. You may have some competition.â His tone didnât scare her, per se, but she didnât like it. It was understandable but not preferable. Jimmy had grown a lot since they had met and now it seemed as if he was someone else entirely. He was someone else, in some ways. Jean nodded at his declaration but she knew sheâd see it in her dreams: another Jean going mad. Pulling herself to her feet and wiping off her pants, green eyes tracked his motion. âYou know where I am. Now that weâre allowed to stay we have a habitat settlement. Sometimes I go to the Summers habitat to help Jean with the baby, but I donât stay there. If you need me, just think. Iâll be able to pickup your thoughts.â Jean took a few steps towards the door. âJimmy, Iâm really glad to see you again.â
JIMMY: Â "As long as he's gone I don't care who does it." He responded, just wanting to be alone. He didn't want to come off as rude but it was hard not to in this moment. He was just so tired. "Understood. I'll reach out to you if I need to." He said knowing full well he had little to know intention of actually trying to reach out to her. Rolling onto his side to look at her he nodded with a half smile. "Glad to see you too, Jean. Take care of yourself." He responded before rolling over to his opposite side and facing the wall.
JEAN: With one last small smile Jean tugged the door open and slid into the sunlight. Sheâd explain what happened, what she had seen. Theyâd look for Mesmero and hold him accountable. And after a while, Jean would check in again. Give him a moment to grieve. Something was up on Krakoa and theyâd need to figure it out.
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this is for basketmaniac and i made it a horror story becauseâŚits halloween so there is some descriptin of gore but hopefully notâŚenough to make it uncomfortable :0
i hope u like it omg itsâŚlong sorry about that heaknfagf
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This shouldnât have happened. This was wrong, wrong, wrong, wrong, wrong.
It was supposed to be simple he was going to join with the other Arcobaleno at a maze. They were going to map out the maze for the family and plant traps and do whatever they could to make it hazardous. None of them should have been gone for more than a few minutes.
Reborn was the last to go down of course. It was rumoured that he was the strongest of the seven. It was almost unspoken that he could clear the maze himself. ButâŚ.soon Skull wasnât heard from anymore. He had stopped answering Mammonâs calls and Colonnello soon found out why.
He was chained, lying in a pool of vomit, blood, and saliva. His eyes moving rapidly underneath his eyelids assuring he was alive but his breathing was shallow. He was taking shallow  and fast breaths but then stop only to start again. His arms and legs shook and jerk as he laid there and soon his head fell back, leaving the various gashes obvious to everyone. He was bleeding out slowly but surely and there was nothing Colonnello could do.
It was almost a relief to be able to say that Skull was dying. He wasnât mafia. He was a stunt man. He knew the ropes of how to do shows and jump enormous gaps but not how to be stealthy or to be a good henchman. It was hard to watch the man stumble around this new world he wasnât meant to be exposed to. It was a reason Reborn hated him so much. He was something to take care of and make sure he didnât die so they could get paid and move on until the next job. Reborn is the number one hitman. He wouldnât wait around for anyone  to do their job.
He was the first one to celebrate with a sharp, âFucking finally. It shouldnât take us long now, weâre almost done.â
Colonnello made a sound but didnât retaliate. It wasnât the time for a fight like that.
So he moved on. He walked away and down the hall to the next part. The maze was set up in different sections. The first one was where Skull was found. The second section was harder to get to but Colonello would help Lal finish what she was doing. She was military and brought the weapons to prove it. He had been sent to check on Skull.
âMake sure heâs not slacking offâ, as she put it. He was happy to comply with his commanding officer and raced off.
But as he climbed through the grate opening, he was hit with an intense stench ofâŚunpleasantries . He wasnât sure what. But the smell made him start to gag the closer he came and soon he was dizzy, swaying to the side and fighting to find where he was going. He had studied the path on a map with Lal so he wouldnât get lost. But soon he was sprawled on the ground, the room going in and out of focus, his insides squirming. Faintly, he heard something crawling towards him and felt a hand on his chest.
It mustâve been Lal. Relief flowed through him because she was better at chemical warfare, she had been in it before, but when he moved his head to focus on her, he realized that this was not Lal. This was not who he had come to love.
It was grotesque with hoarse, clicking breaths. Â Its breathing made him dizzier and he could feel his head swim even more. It was the same smell he had encountered entering the chamber but intensified.
He felt the thing crawl onto him, weighing onto his hips and pushing his head back as he tried to struggle. His head bounced off the floor as he tried to strain against the body. Something slithered up his shirt. He felt nails digging into his flesh, dragging down his chest but stopping and restarting in the same path. His chest heaved in an effort to throw the thing off and soon he focused his eyes onto a lump of bloodstained clothes that looked like Lalâs. They were torn withâŚ..with bones sticking out and there was bloodâŚ.there was so much blood.
He tried not to think about it. He couldnât think about it now. All he had to do was get out of this thingâs grasp so he could escape to get help and warn people. This maze was something else. There was more to it then just the group setting traps.
But the thing pulled away, sitting up and pinning his legs in a vise grip. It stabbed its hand into his chest repeatedly, different spots each time. It was hitting his abdomen, his chest, his ribs. He coughed, spitting at the thing, but it didnât care.
Someone was calling out to him but he couldnât hear who. He couldnât see. He wouldnât hurt anymore if he justâŚ.closed his eyes for a second.
Something tore into his chest and his eyes flew wide open in fear because god that one hurt so much more.
Colonnello was the second one down. He had struggled much more than the others. The gas in the air was his downfall though. There was no struggling against airborne belladonna. It was lovely to watch them all slowly, but surely, succumb to their environment.
The Arcobaleno were a plague, they thought. YesâŚ.itâd be better to have them down and out now. Before they caused too much havoc in the world.
Who would be the next to go was the question. Reborn was more than powerful enough to escape if he was left with someone like Fon to fight with. Fon knew how to work  the entire group compatibly enough to accomplish anything. He was the calm before the storm. YetâŚHe wouldnât be the most fun to watch, Reborn would. Heâd be the finale.
Next would be ViperâŚ.They were a special case. They were greedy but with enough self preservation to leave the minute it was too risky. Greed was the only thing keeping them there as they were the one being paid the most. In secret of course. The rest of the team would object heavily to seeing Viper paid so much more. They wouldnât work with each other until theyâd gotten the same amount. It was an irritating cycle so it was an unspoken agreement that Viper be paid more but they never bragged about it.
Viper was in the next spot now in the maze. They  were  in perfect position to be attacked. ButâŚthere was a time for everything. Viper wasnât done setting up their traps. They were making their illusions with grandiose and a sense of style. Multiple spots where you would see bodies, dead and rotting, trying to claw at you. Blood thick in the air and all over the four walls. In other spots there was big emphasis on your own personal fears. If you were disgusted in the least by insects of all kinds, youâd see them coming out of the walls, straight at you, crawling up your leg. Soon youâd be buried under the immense weight of insects with no reprieve. Or maybe you were scared of water. It would break down the wall, flooding the cavern until you were barely able to breathe, clawing and gasping at the walls to stay above as more water pours in through a hole you canât see. There was something for everybody that would be going through this maze.
Viper was on the list. Disguised under another name so theyâd implant their own fears into the room without knowing it.
âThis isnât happening, this isnât right.â Viper screamed at nothing.
There was bloodâŚ.so much blood. They couldnât breathe the air was so thick and soon they were on their knees, gagging onto the ground.
Behind them, there was the clicking sound. A click-click-click with every breath it took in and rattling as it breathed out. It watched the pain Viper went through. They hated blood. It smelled terrible and disgusting. Yet they had made such an intense, mind-breaking illusion.
Viper scraped towards the exit, their body straining and their fingernails breaking. But the door knob wouldnât turn. No matter how much they yanked and slammed their shoulder into the door, it was no use. They slid down against the door, barely able to breathe anymore.
That was when it struck. Thereâd be no struggling now. Viper was half dead and had nothing left in them. It pounced and ripped into their leg first. There was a scream and soon it was flying across the room, Viper formed illusions to fend it off. But there was nothing it feared .
It was an unfeeling thing that didnât feel pain. Viper sucked in a breath and it hitched. Even after they had used a powerful illusionâŚ.one that was powerful enough to knock Reborn up a littleâŚit didnât even flinch. It lurched back from Viper kicking at it but started crawling forwards again. It scuttled, its mouth clicking harder than ever.
It was excited.
They were suffocating. It was whatever was in the air. It filled their lungs and made their head swim as they tried to regroup, just think of something they could do.
It was on top of Viper now. It scuttled onto their chest, breathing into their neck as if it was surveying how close they were to dying. In almost no time, it had lashed out and bit into Viperâs neck, sucking and gurgling like a toddler.
âHmmâŚViper lasted longerâŚâ, they thought. They stared at the monitor idly, scratching at their face. Verde should be next then. Keep up with the V names.
He wasnât in the maze though. Verde was providing support from outside. He was in his own little bubble, reading off the screen like lightning. He was trying to reconnect to Skull, Colonnello, Lal, and now Viper. All of them wouldnât answer. There was only static. The only thing to be heard was the growling, clicking sound of the thing breathing that attacked them all.
He was tapping away on his laptop, eyes glued to the code darting around on the screen. He was attempting to find any frequency that the devices were connected to, even the faintest radio transmission.
Verde didnât see it coming. He was too focused and he wasnât a strong fighter in the least. Soon, he was caught by the torso, pinned by another person.
âWho the-â, he tried to say . He kicked and squirmed but before long he was dead too. That silencer did the job as the person stood up.
They would have to get their hands dirty if the plan were to work, it seemed. Verde was now the last shred of contact for Reborn and Fon.
It was a pity because those two were going to be the most fun. They had met up though. After the others had failed to answer, they knew something was wrong and abandoned their jobs. There really should be a penalty for doing thatâŚtheyâll make sure there is for next time.
âThe exit changed with Viperâs fucking illusions.â Reborn growled.
The two were crouched in a small alcove within the maze. Their backs together with the two watching either ends.
âVerde is gone as well. We have no more support from outside.â Fon added.
âThe basic layout is the same. I left casings the path I took from the entrance but if we head back the same wayâŚ.who knows whatâll be in store for us.â Reborn rubbed at his neck, staring straight ahead at the path. âIf you can make it to the top of the walls, there might be a chance we can make our way through.â
âItâs better if that were a last resort. There could be a number of things waiting for whoever climbs to the top.â
Reborn grunted in agreement before he hauled himself to his feet. They were both exhausted from sprinting around the maze, trying to find out if there was an exit. The entire thing was rough clay. The only light coming from incandescent lights hanging from a chain. It only added to the atmosphere . It was dead silent in the maze now. Before, there had been distant talk between Lal and ColonelloColonnello. You could hear them bickering miles away. When that disappeared, it was idle chatter with Verde about where to advance in the maze. Out of the blue, they had been assigned new parts of the maze to do and needed to be told how to get to them.
It was dead silent now. You could hear their breaths echo around the room.
They stomped towards another part of the maze. As far as they could tell, nobody had been there yet so it might be safe to use as a spot to regroup. Both of them had phones they could use to call in favours from other families.
Reborn pulled his phone out, feeling his chest constricting more and more as he breathed. There wasnât any service, as he thought. There was no way he could call authorities. He was wanted on three different âmost wantedâ lists.
There were numerous families he could call on but he wasnât sure how close they were. They werenât allowed to see where they were going. It wasnât that odd as most mafia families make it a bit hard to find most of their bases. The easiest to call would be Vongola first. This was one of their allied families and if the family found out one of their military officers was down there enduring torture, it would prompt them to arrive quickly
âHow much you want to bet thereâs wi-fi here.â Reborn joked.
âAny money I bet, I will win.â
âJokes on you, itâs free and open. Verde made my phone virus proof too so suck it.â
He called Vongola the Ninth. There was no beating around the bush with Iemitsu. He needed his phone traced before they could keep going. Fon was on his phone, speaking in rapid fire mandarin to his boss, from the sound of it.
The phone was answered within three rings and he was greeted by a cheery, âHello there, Reborn!â
âTrace my phone.â He said snappishly, skipping pleasantries. âA job went bad. Find me and help me.â
âWeâll get right on that. Are all the arcobaleno there?â
âFon and I are all thatâs left.â
There was a stunned moment of silence on the other end before Nono shifted in his chair. âI seeâ, he said. âVery well then, this is extremely serious. Please keep us updated on anything major.â
âI will, thank you.â
There was a clicking in the shadows that caught Fonâs attention. They had both been watching the entrance but Reborn didnât seem bothered by it. He continued checking his phone. Fon squinted his eyes, trying to make out what it could be.
It crawled along the floor, hissing and spitting with that same ticking sound. Every time it breathed in, it clicked like a card inside a bike wheel. Fon had no clue what it was. The light was too dim to make anything out.
âWhat are you looking atâ, Reborn demanded.
âDo you not see it?â
âThe thing on the floor? Itâs an illusion. Viper was making all kinds to go throughout the maze, not just their room.â
âIt doesnâtâŚ.look like an illusion, Reborn. Thereâs somethingâŚ.about it. Itâs alive.â
âIâll believe it if it manages to hurt you.â
It was almost as if Rebornâs words were taken as a challenge. . It launched itself towards Fon, aiming for his throat. Fon dodged, sliding his foot back to steady his stance. When it lunged again, Fon went for pressure points, locking the joints in place. It wasnât affected as it attempted to snap at Fonâs hands that were closest to its mouth.
âA little help would be appreciated!â Fon said through clenched teeth.
Reborn sighed before pulling out a handgun. Barely even glancing , he shot the thing right between its eyes. It fell back, growling and twitching before it rolled back onto its feet, the bullet wound had disappeared . Reborn narrowed his eyes, aiming again at the joints. It was barely fazed as it returned to its feet in no time.
âHow should we,â Reborn exclaimed, âapproach this!â
âItâs like Skullâs regeneration. How did you get around it fighting him?â
âIt was slower than this.â
âCould somebody have been able to recreate it?â
Reborn didnât answer. He wasnât sure. But if they could, they would have to experiment on humans. Â It was an unwritten rule most mafia families not to do inhumane experimentation. This one definitely met the criteria.
The two fended the thing off for what felt like hours. Every time said thing was hit, it would get right back up as if nothing had happened thirty seconds earlier .
Fon was down and out. He had been for a while, was barely going by the time Reborn fell. The thing was inhuman. No matter what they did to lure it into a trap, it got right back up. They were close to the room Reborn set up. He had a duffle bag full of weapons and ammunition he had set up as traps with wires as well as motion sensors.
One of the traps misfired and hit Fon as he was trying to get out of the way so there was a clear shot but ended up hitting his leg. He had a high pain tolerance but as he staggered and fell. It became a perfect shot for the thing to attack Fon. It was clawing his torso before Reborn could shoot it.
He let his guard down. He was trying to get that thing off of Fon, to give him some chance at survival . He shot it towards a motion sensor trap but his shot missed. The failed one in a million shot allowed the thing to come crashing into him, knocking him to the ground.
He was being scratched at and bit, tossed around in his daze. When he was able to regain his breath, he slammed his forearm into the things mouth, forcing it off him. He used the leverage from his arm to bash the thing against the wall. Head wounds took the longest to regenerate. If it was destroyed heâd have some time to at least escape . Heâd have to leave Fon to his own devices. He just hoped the thing wouldnât pounce on him if he moved. The situation was do or die at this point.
Faintly , he heard multiple sets of feet sprinting near the far west end of the maze. Somebody was there to help or harm. He didnât know which one it was going to be.
He stumbled away from the mess he made. Hoping the thing wouldnât regenerate at all. For good measure, he stomped along its limbs and chest, buying whatever time he could get. He was going to bleed out at this rate. The maze was large but there were also the trap rooms that the seven had set up.
He was trying his hardest to remain standing. He needed to put distance between that thing and himself so he could even have a chance at surviving. If his phone could be traced to where he was in the maze that was  even better. He wasnât counting on any branch family to think like that though. So he needed to find a safer spot to stay hidden and hope they could find him.
It wasnât much use planning. Reborn fell in a crumpled heap, coughing and gagging, minutes later. He couldnât breathe. His limbs felt like lead. His head swam as the light above him flickered in and out. The thing could very well have poison in its nails. All he could do was position his arm above his heart to prevent it from bleeding out.
He was fading fast. God, there was too much happening. What was that thing. It wasnât an illusion. It felt different and he could tell when they were illusions. It had to be experimentation. There wasnât any way around it. Those things âŚthey werenât natural.
Dimly, he heard yelling and felt hands on his chest, legs, arms. He tried to say not to touch him but instead released a garbled, wet cough.
There was something warm on his chest now. Though he could barely feel it. Everything else was far too cold. Nothing would make a difference.
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71. Angel Eyes
Don't you try to hide with those angel eyes If you let me inside, I won't hold back this time Such a deep disguise, the devil's right inside More than paralyzed, oh it's the chase you like I don't care how many times it takes to get through to you This is a force that not even God can stop You're fucking mine -Angel Eyes, New Years Day
        Darkness encompassed a long corridor. The sound of heels on pavement echoed as a succubus approached, reaching into the holster on her thigh for a tube of dark red lipstick. She reapplied the pigment to her full lips as she approached a disconcerting figure, and it was clear he was not happy.
        âI seem to have failed in recruiting the Natsuki girlâ he said. âThere is only one thing left to do.â
        âI understandâ the woman spoke. âI will not fail you, Lord Danzo.â She slipped some cash into his hand, winked, and then strutted back down the hallway with a sinister smile. Danzo watched the way her hips swayed as she went, the curve of her ass, the length of her legs. She was well aware of the consequences should she come back emptyhanded.
        Word of Kakashi and Reiâs breakup spread quickly, much to their dismay. Rei truthfully wanted nothing to do with it. Her heart was so heavy and fragile, every mention of it sent her spiraling again. She kept to herself mostly, having isolated herself from everyone in her life. Rather, she fell into a steady routine of eat-sleep-work, though there wasnât a whole lot of sleeping and she couldnât find the motivation to eat. The weight shed quickly until she hardly even recognized her reflection.
        Kakashi was just as sick of hearing it himself. It was like everywhere he went, people were bringing it up. He just wanted them to shut up and get over it already. So they had broken up. So his heart was shattered. So the entire map of his ideal future had been torn to shreds. The longer everyone else dwelled on it, the worse he was going to feel. Rei was right. She did need to learn how to live without him and by that same token, he needed to learn how to live without her. She was an adult now. She no longer needed him looming over every aspect of her life making sure she was safe. She could take care of herself. Kakashi had no idea what to do with all of the free time.
        Seriously, he had absolutely no idea what to do. On his day off, he wandered Konoha aimlessly, taking great strides to consciously avoid Kaminoki at all costs. He somehow found his way to Ichiraku and figured he might as well dip in for a bowl while he was there. He ordered a standard tonkotsu ramen and chatted idly with Teuchi while he waited. Just as he received his food, however, the banners behind him fluttered and suddenly a hand landed gently on his shoulder.
        Startled, Kakashi immediately whipped around to apprehend whoever had approached him only to be met with Tenshiâs fiery gaze. âSomeoneâs paranoidâ she commented with a devilish smirk. Kakashi sighed and released her, settling back into his seat. Tenshi straightened out her skirt and fixed her ponytail, adding, âWhat did you think I was going to do? Kill you?â She laughed as she seated herself beside him, ordering a plate of edamame on account of âwatching [her] figure.â
        Kakashi really didnât have the energy to make conversation with her, but he couldnât help but notice just how hard she was trying here. She ate her edamame delicately, ensuring she did not ruin her lipstick, and sat with her legs crossed and back arched in order to perfectly accentuate her long legs and voluptuous breasts. And then she said the one thing Kakashi was so damn sick and tired of hearing.
        âSo, I heard you and Rei broke up. Thatâs really too badâ she pouted, flicking her ponytail over her shoulder. Kakashi tightened his grip on his chopsticks. Just like every other time, the mere subject of it made his chest burn and ache. He opened his mouth to retaliate, about ready to lose it, when Tenshi interrupted. She sighed and pasted a relieved smile on her face as she added, âBut itâs probably for the best! If you ask me, I think you were doomed from the start.â
        Kakashi was far too confused and intrigued to be offended. âWait, what?â he asked. âHow so?â
        âOh, you know!â Tenshi said, swatting at the air as if it was obvious. When she realized that it was, in fact, not obvious, she straightened her skirt and said matter-of-factly, âRei is the kind of person who has to have everything her way. Sheâs stuffy and short-tempered and honestly kind of plain. You could do so much better!â It wasnât exactly the kind of explanation Kakashi wanted to hear, and really only made him that much more frustrated about the whole thing, but again Tenshi interrupted before he could make any charged remarks. âSpeaking of which, are you seeing anyone now?â
        âNoâŚâ Kakashi replied slowly. Why would he? He and Rei only just broke up. He couldnât start a new relationship even if he wanted to, and he did not want to. A part of him honestly still hoped that this was all a big mistake, and that any minute Rei would come racing after him with arms outstretched crying and begging him to come back to her. Besides, she had said she still loved him. He couldnât understand why that still wasnât enough.
        Tenshi squealed, immediately snapping Kakashi from his daydreams. âThen itâs a date, then!â she shouted.
        Kakashi blinked. Did he miss something? What did he say while he was mentally clocked out? He cocked a brow, uttering a dumbfounded, âWait, what?â
        Rolling her eyes and laughing, Tenshi socked him lightly on the arm and replied, âYou know! If youâre not seeing anyone currently, then thereâs no reason you canât have dinner with me!â
        âTenshi, I donât really thinkââ he started, but he was too late. She was already rambling about plans he never agreed to.
        âWeâll have dinner at Yakiniku Q and then we can go back to your place and light some candles and put on some music! The sexy kind, none of that trash your ex likedâ she said. âMake sure you get a bottle of wine, something sweetâif you get something bitter, Iâll have the taste stuck in my mouth for the rest of the night and then when we make out, itâs going to taste terribleâand show up at my door at 6pm sharp! If you arrive late, Iâm going to have to assume you stood me up and I will be very unhappy!â
        For a moment, Kakashi swore he could feel his eyes rolling into the back of his head. He sighed and finally interrupted her, saying, âI never said I would go on a date with you.â
        Tenshi froze and looked at him with hungry eyes. âYou didnât need toâ she said. âIâve already made the plans. Itâs going to happen. Just accept it, Kakashi. You wonât know what youâre missing out on. Unless you want to hurt me?â
        This was all too much. At this point, Kakashi was tired of the conversation. He really didnât feel like arguing. He didnât have the energy. âAlright, fineâ he sighed. âI will go on one date with you.â
        A satisfied smile spread across Tenshiâs dark lips. âThen itâs a dateâ she said, standing and caressing his cheek. âDonât forget: 6pm sharp, bring the wine. And you donât mind paying for my little snack, do you?â Kakashiâs eyes trailed to the edamame, hardly eaten, but before he could protest, she was already gone.
        Teuchi chuckled as he wiped dry one of the freshly cleaned bowls. âShe really is something elseâ he said. Kakashi sighed and turned back to his ramen, by now already cold. Defeated, he left the money on the counter and stepped back out into the sunlight, wondering how the hell he got himself into these sorts of things. He just couldnât wrap his brain around it.
        Sekkachi could hardly believe what she was hearing. She had caught everything as she passed by Ichiraku on her way home from a sparring match with Guy. As angry as she was with Rei, this defied grudges. She never expected Kakashi to be the type of person to rebound so quickly, especially after everything they had been through. Something didnât seem right about this. She needed to speak with Rei.
        âIf youâre here to kill me, then please, by all meansâ the redhead said as she opened the door.
        Sekkachi rolled her eyes and pushed her way inside, muttering, âFuck off with that cynical bullshit.â Rei blinked as she watched her old comrade, surveying her manic pacing and clenched jaw.
        âSo if youâre not here to kill me, then why are you here?â Rei asked, crossing her arms and leaning against the wall.
        âMy god, shut up with that death shit already!â Sekkachi fumed. âItâs bad enough Naru is gone, I donât need you to bite the dust either.â For a moment, Reiâs face turned red and she was overwhelmed with a sudden onset of regret. Perhaps she had completely misconstrued Sekkachiâs feelings, and she wasnât sure how to feel about it. At least if she had wanted her dead, Reiâs own self-hatred would feel validatedânot that that was a healthy goal to aim for in the first place. Whatever. That wasnât important right now. Sekkachi sucked in a deep breath and then said, âI saw something today that I think you deserve to know about. Itâs about Kakashi.â
        Reiâs heart leapt into her throat and all the color drained from her face. âI donât want to knowâ she shook her head.
        âNo, this is importantâ Sekkachi protested. âI have a bad feeling about this. When I was passing by Ichiraku earlier, I overheard Kakashi setting a date with that psycho bitch in the ANBU, Tenshi. I know how badly sheâs lusted after him all these years, but something about this rubs me the wrong way. I donât trust her slimy ass one bit.â
        For a moment, Rei couldnât breathe. Kakashi was going out with Tenshi? They had only been broken up for about three weeks. He seemed so heartbroken back then, it didnât make any sense. Unless he never really loved her to begin with. That was the only reasonable explanation Rei could come to, and the thought of it made her feel even sicker. She gritted her teeth, replying, âWell, Kakashi isnât any of my concern anymore. If he wants to go around fucking girls like her, then so be it. I donât care.â
        âHow can you possibly say that with a clean conscience?â Sekkachi asked, rolling her eyes. âAfter four years of dating, and knowing each other six times as long, and all you can say is âI donât careâ? What a load of bullshit.â
        Groaning, Rei surged forward and opened the window. She could feel the sweat beading on her brow; it was too stuffy in here to have this conversation. Her and Kakashi were over, done, and that was the end of it. She didnât have the strength to argue this right now. âNone of that matters anymoreâ she muttered.
        âOkay, fineâ Sekkachi said, raising her hands in surrender. She approached the window and stood beside Rei, leaning against the sill. âLetâs drop the relationship history and look at this from a purely objective standpoint. Do you trust Tenshi even in the slightest to not pull some shady bullshit? For all we know, she could give him an STI or some shit. You donât know how many people sheâs been with.â
        âKakashi is a grown manâ Rei replied. âI trust that he knows what heâs doing. If he makes a mistake, thatâs on him.
        Sekkachi rolled her eyes. âThis isnât about making a mistake, Reiâ she insisted. âI seriously have a bad feeling about this. I think Kakashi might be in some serious danger. Itâs a gut instinct.â
        âYes, because we all know how functional your gut isâ Rei scoffed.
        That was the last straw. Sucking her teeth, Sekkachi recoiled with her arms raised in surrender. âAlright, fine. Let him get hurt then. But donât come crying to me because I warned youâ she said. Then she turned on her heels, grumbling under her breath, and left.
        The minute she was alone, Reiâs knees buckled and she fell to the floor hyperventilating. God, what had she done? She squeezed her eyes shut tight, and all she could see was Tenshi and Kakashi together, his hands exploring her body, her tongue in his mouth. It all made her sick.
        And yet at the same time, she needed to stand resolute. She still held firm with her decision. She had spent her entire life obsessing over Kakashi, trying to make him proud, and she needed the distance. She couldnât afford to lose anyone else close to her. She needed to learn how to live on her own. She despised the idea of Kakashi being with someone else, but apparently it was either one or the other. If she wanted to be alone, she had to drill it into her head that that didnât mean Kakashi felt the same way. He had every right to move on, even if she didnât want him to (which she would fully admit was selfish and she absolutely hated herself for it.)
        The nearer they came to their date, the more Kakashi began to think that perhaps this wasnât the worst thing in the world. He hadnât particularly liked Tenshi much in the past, always coming off self-absorbed and deceitful, but she had positive qualities, too. She was a take-charge woman always confident in herself and her decisions. She knew what she wanted and she went after it without a single ounce of hesitation. Quite frankly, it was rather admirable. The more he thought about it, too, the more Kakashi realized that much of his judgment toward her was based on surface qualities. There was much he didnât know about her and, consequently, much she did not actually divulge about herself. Perhaps if he was to get to know her better, there would be a spark, a glimmer of magic, and this could turn into something extremely beneficial. At least thatâs what he told himself. He refused to think about Rei.
        Sekkachi wiped her brow as she shuffled out of the bathroom, hand to her stomach, and flopped into bed. Of course, as her luck would have it, just when she laid down, there was a knock at the door. âCome back later!â she shouted, throwing a pillow toward the peephole.
        Another knock. âSekkachi, come on! Itâs me!â a voice shouted, and she knew immediately it was Rei.
        âWhat do you want? Iâm busyâ Sekkachi replied.
        Rei pressed her forehead against the door and sighed. She couldnât believe she was doing this. It took her a minute to muster her strength, and then she finally said it. âIâve changed my mind.â
        Kakashi buttoned and unbuttoned the top collar button on his shirt five, ten, fifteen times before ultimately deciding to keep it closed. This was the first time he had been on a first date in a long while, and he was shocked to find he was so nervous. But then again, Tenshi was also very particular. He didnât want to show up only for her to berate a decision he had made and force him to change it under her direction. Or perhaps he was just being too paranoid. He redirected his line of thought, insisting he give her the benefit of the doubt. He glanced at his reflection one more time and assured himself Tonight will be great.
        It was a good thing Kakashi never removed his mask because he was certain the sight of her wouldâve given him a nosebleed. While Tenshi was always on the more revealing side, this was a whole new level. Her chestnut hair had been relieved of its usual ponytail and instead fell over one shoulder in cascading waves. Her makeup perfectly accentuated her already very attractive features, a shimmery neutral on her lids and a dark red pout. Her dress was skintight and red, showing ample cleavage, with a slit up the side reaching all the way to her hip. For a moment, Kakashi feared that if she so much as sneezed, the entire outfit would fall apart.
        She smiled at him seductively, planting a quick kiss on his cheek, before taking his hand and together they walked off to have dinner. He studied her every move as she ate, taking delicate bites and tiny sips. Everything seemed so dainty and calculated. It was a stark contrast to Reiâs slurping and scarfing, and in a way made Kakashi almost self-conscious about his own etiquette. She kept her eyes locked on him as she watched him cook a slice of meat and then bring it onto his plate. Her staring only further increased Kakashiâs anxiety.
        âIs something the matter?â he asked.
        A tender smile touched Tenshiâs lips as she minutely shook her head. âNo, not at all. Iâm just wondering how you manage to do anything with that mask onâ she said.
        Kakashi shrugged. âJust a habit, I guessâ he replied. He had been wearing it so long, he was more than accustomed to working with it.
        âDonât you ever get tired of it, though?â she asked. âDonât you ever just get so frustrated with it that you just want to, you know, rip it off?â
        âNot reallyâ Kakashi replied. Just as he was about to take a bite of his food, their waiter returned and refilled their glasses with the wine Tenshi insisted Kakashi bring. By the time he was gone, Kakashi had finished his meal. Tenshi stared back at him with a brow cocked and amused smile. He truly was a man of mystery, wasnât he?
        After dinner, they strolled through Konohaâs dusk just chatting and getting to know one another. Surprisingly, Kakashi was actually really enjoying himself. He learned that Tenshi was of the Taketori clan, who had close ties with the Hyuga, and that she had three sistersâone older and two youngerâwho all had histories in entertainment. She was a distant relative of Yukie Fujikaze, the actress who had a leading role in the film adaptation of Makeout Paradise.
        Kakashi unlocked his front door and motioned for Tenshi to step inside. Before following her, however, he glanced down the hallway and grimaced. There was a strange feeling in the air that he couldnât quite put his finger on. As crazy as it seemed, he somehow felt as if he was being watched.
        Sekkachi rolled her eyes as she scaled a tree, staring up at her comrade straddling a branch. âI never shouldâve told you about thisâ she muttered.
        âWell, you did, so itâs only fair you help meâ Rei whispered. She tried to angle herself just right for the perfect view into Kakashiâs apartment. Did this make her a psycho ex-girlfriend? Probably. But Sekkachiâs words really weaseled their way into her head. If Kakashi was in danger and she did nothing, she would never live it down and not so much because she still loved him but because national safety was her duty. And if it turned out that Kakashi wasnât in danger after all? Well, then Sekkachi would be getting an earful. Rei almost hoped something bad was about to happen just to make this whole hell-venture worthwhile.
        Huffing, Sekkachi pulled herself up onto the adjacent branch and brushed her bangs back. âI really need to just keep my big mouth shut from now onâ she muttered, only to be immediately shushed afterward by Rei.
        Together, they watched as Kakashi and Tenshi settled into his apartment. âItâs not much, but it gets the job doneâ Kakashi replied.
        Tenshi made her way to his desk, thumbing through the top drawer. Kakashi opened his mouth to protest, not exactly comfortable with her rifling through his things, but relaxed when she pulled out a CD of instrumentals and popped it into the CD player collecting dust on the windowsill. Her lacquered nail hit play and a soft symphony of romantic jazz filled the room. A sly smile touched her lips as she then reached out to close the curtains, saying something about a little privacy.
        Rei clenched her fists at her sides and nearly shouted in protest, but Sekkachi reached over and clapped a hand over her mouth, nearly falling off her perch in the process. âDo you want to blow our cover, you idiot?â she whispered angrily. âI thought you were an expert in this sort of shit!â
        Rolling her eyes, Rei shoved Sekkachiâs hand away and muttered back, âOh, shut up, as if youâre any better!â
        A sly smile touched Tenshiâs lips as she strutted nearer, wrapping her arms around Kakashiâs neck and whispering, âWhy donât we get a little comfortable?â She adeptly undid his top collar button and met his eyes with passion and determination. Â
        Kakashiâs cheeks burned bright red, and he chuckled nervously. His hand touched her shoulder, skated down her forearm, then gently distanced her from himself. âItâs, uh, a little warm in hereâ he said quietly, then made his way to the window. In an instant, the curtains skated back and the window creaked open. Clearing his throat, he then added, âThereâs no reason why we shouldnât enjoy the night sky, anyway.â The stars were especially bright tonight and the moon was full. A light breeze flowed into the room, mildly chilly but refreshing all the same.
        Tenshi was evidently vexed for a split second before she made peace with the undoing of her action. She could work with this. She didnât need the privacy herself, anywayâit was only a courtesy to Kakashi, but clearly he cared not for it, either. Funny coming from the man always covering his face, she thought. Anyone else wouldâve considered this frustrating and wishy-washy, but in a way all of this actually only turned Tenshi on even more. âYou donât have any reservations about yourself, I see. I like thatâ she commented. She flicked her dark hair over her shoulder then and reached around to unfasten the clasp at the back of her dress. The satin slid down her hips effortlessly and she kicked it to the side, revelaing a lacy black bra and panties. Kakashi nearly lost his damn mind. This was too much. He had to pinch himself to make sure he wasnât just dreaming himself into Makeout Paradise. Every moment played like a romance novel.
        Sekkachi chewed her bottom lip as she glanced to Rei, her jade eyes locked on the scene. She clenched the branch she sat upon tightly, filled with suspense. âYou know, we donât have to do this if youââ Sekkachi started, but Rei quickly shut her up with a frantic wave of her hand. She never took her eyes off of Kakashi. Â
        Tenshi stalked forward with a devilish smirk on her face. âNow, this isnât fair, is it?â she hissed, unbuttoning Kakashiâs shirt the rest of the way. She worked the buttons slowly, tauntingly, and Kakashi bit his lip beneath his mask in anticipation. And then his shirt was off and she ran her hands down his toned chest, clearly satisfied with what she was working with. She hooked one hand into the waist of his pants and reached her other up to cup his cheek, then ran her thumb over his scar. He winced at the touch, not because it hurt but rather because the memory stung. It was a sensitive subject to say the least. Seeing his discomfort, Tenshi pouted and then asked, âI wonder what that sharingan can do in bed. I want to see all the tricks.â
        Before he knew it, Tenshi was pinning him to the mattress and tugging his pants off while her lips worked tirelessly against his neck. Reiâs entire body went cold, pressing a hand over her mouth as if she was about to be sick. âOh god, I canât do thisâ she murmured. âThis was a mistake, we never shouldâve come here. Fuck!â
        Rei didnât even give Sekkachi a chance to respond before beginning her descent. The blue-haired kunoichi pursed her lips as she took one last glance at the scene before them, a tinge of sadness striking her own chest. She had never expected things to escalate so quickly, but now that they had it was almost as if she could visibly see Reiâs heart breaking. She sighed and turned to begin her own descent, but then suddenly something caught her eye. She reached down and grabbed Reiâs arm hard, tugging her back upwards.
        âSekkachi, what the fuck are you--? Stop, I donât want to do this anymoreâ she begged but Sekkachi wouldnât hear of it. Â
        âShut up a second and lookâ she insisted, pointing through the window. Tenshi ran her hands through Kakashiâs hair, her lips hooked to his neck like a vampire. In between sucking, she would release her clamped jaw to run her tongue up the sensitive flesh, and that was when Rei saw it. A black marking, multiple thick lines, printed on her tongue.
        âOhâŚoh godâ Rei murmured. Danzo. Sekkachi was right. Kakashi was in deep, deep danger.
        Shaking her head, Sekkachi whipped a kunai from her thigh holster. âWe have to stop thisâ she insisted.
        âWait a minute, wait a minute!â Rei whispered frantically, placing a hand atop Sekkachiâs. âWe canât just barge right in there, weâll blow our cover and then theyâll know weâve been spying on them this entire time!â
        âWe have no other choiceâ Sekkachi protested. âIf we donât swoop in there right now, your boyfriend is going to lose an eye.â
        âH-heâs not my boyfriendâŚâ Rei reminded her quietly.
        Sekkachi huffed and rolled her eyes. âWell, whatever. We donât have fucking time for this! We have to go! Now.â
        Tenshi chuckled softly to herself, straddling Kakashiâs hips. A hand skated up to cup his cheek tenderly. âYou really do have such beautiful eyesâ she whispered, caressing his cheek with her thumb. And then, with outrageous speed, her thumb and forefinger launched toward his sharingan with the full intent of ripping it from the socket. Before she could dig her lacquered nails in, however, something unseen gripped her wrist and held her back. âWhat the fuck?!â she shrieked, whipping around, but no one was there. And then, suddenly, a blunt object flew from the other side of the room and smacked her in the head, effectively knocking her off Kakashi. Stunned, he leapt to his feet and tried to catch his breath, reaching for the kunai on his nightstand. Sekakchi swung in through the window and slicked her bangs back with a proud smile.
        âI always wanted to play Whack-a-Slutâ she jested confidently. On the other end of the room, Rei suddenly materialized standing over Tenshi. She drew a kunai from her holster, spun it around her index finger, and then pressed it to Tenshiâs throat hard. Kakashi was completely dumbfounded.
        âYou disgusting--!â Tenshi shrieked, but Rei cut her off with a deep, primal growl.
        âDonât you even speak to me!â Rei insisted. âOr else itâll be the last thing you ever say, understood?â
        Tenshi simply laughed manically and rolled her eyes. âYou think Iâm afraid of you? Youâre nothing!â she insisted.
        âYou should be!â Rei shouted. âNow shut the fuck up before I slice your vocal cords to shreds!â
        The brunette grimacedânow she was really getting angry. âYouâre testing my patienceâ she insisted.
        âWell good, because Iâve already run out of mineâ Rei replied back. âHow dare you take advantage of someone for your own fucked up gains.â
        âI did nothing wrongâ Tenshi spat back. âI just think you canât handle the thought of your precious Kakashi having moved on to better things.â
        Kakashi clenched his jaw. He had no idea what was going on, but he didnât like the looks of this one bit. And all the while he couldnât stop looking at Reiâprimal, protective, fierce. Â
        âMy history with Kakashi is none of your concernâ Rei fired back. âAnd donât you dare play dumb with me, I know exactly what youâre after.â
        âYou donât know a damn thingâ Tenshi protested.
        âWell, I know enough!â Rei shouted back. Before she could say anything more, Tenshi used all her strength to fling Rei off of her and begin her attack. Refusing to let her comrade fight alone, Sekkachi leapt into the fray with weapons at the ready, which only further encouraged Kakashi to join the brawl. If only he knew what exactly was going on. And wasnât in his underwear.
        âYo, Hatake!â Sekkachi called from across the room, launching a swing at Tenshi, who ducked. âIâd say you should sit this one out! Unless you want to risk never having kids!â
        Kakashiâs face turned bright red and he recoiled a moment, searching the floor for his pants. The thought of three women fighting in his apartment really made him uncomfortable. He ought to be fighting alongside them. It wasnât fair to them to be down for the count when he was perfectly capable.
        And then it was all over. Tenshi lunged at Rei, a manic look in her eyes, only for Rei to duck and roll out of the way, slamming into the wall right beside Kakashi. Meanwhile, Sekkachi swung a leg around to knock Tenshi off balance, then pinned her to the floor on her stomach and pulled her hands back to bind her wrists with the standard chain she kept in her back pouch. âPlaytimeâs over, bitchâ Sekkachi muttered in Tenshiâs ear, tightening the chains hard. Tenshi yelped and squirmed, complaining that they were too tight, which only led Sekkachi to knee her in the back in an attempt to shut her up.
        Kakashi reached down and lifted Rei to her feet, her face pale and sweaty and her breathing labored. âYou okay?â he asked. Rei nodded and smoothed out her clothes, attempting to seem as unaffected as possible. She couldnât bring herself to look him in the eyes.
        âWhat now?â Rei asked, turning her attention to Sekkachi.
        The blue-haired kunoichi reached inside her pouch, popped a small blue pill in her mouth, then leaned down to hoist Sekkachi over her shoulder as she said, âWell I am going to go take out the trash. You can stay here and clean that nasty wound off your forehead. Sound good?â She was out the door before Rei could even answer, and then she and Kakashi were officially alone.
        A long, torturous moment stretched where neither of them said a single word. There was so much tension hanging in the air, so many questions. Finally, it was Kakashi who broke the silence. âThat cut on your forehead looks really badâ he said quietly, and Rei was suddenly made aware of a throbbing pain near her temple. She touched her forehead, wincing, and then looked thoughtfully to the blood on her fingertips. Kakashi was about to reach out to her when she walked away toward the small mirror on his desk to check the size and depth of the wound. He hesitated a moment, then opened the drawer in his nightstand to retrieve a small first aid kit.
        Rei felt awkward and uncomfortable as he wiped away the blood and began patching her up. She didnât want to do this. She didnât want to feel his touch or accept his charity. She still stood by what she had said before, that she needed to learn how to live without him. That included taking care of her own injuries, even if deep down she knew Kakashi would do a much more thorough job then she ever could.
        âYou didnât have to do this, you knowâŚâ she murmured once he was finished, watching him put away his things in her periphery.
        âNeither did youâ he said without looking at her. She winced and shifted a little further away from him, terrified of what was to come next. âAnd why did you?â
        There was the million dollar question. And why, exactly, did she? She wasnât sure if she knew the answer herself now. Was it truly because she had a duty to protect Konoha and all who lived within it? Was it because she wanted petty revenge on Tenshi? Or was it because she knew she was still so in love with Kakashi? But you donât barge in to save the man you broke up with. Thatâs abnormal. Thatâs insane. Thatâs love. But she didnât want to feel tethered anymore, she didnât want to feel as if she needed him, as if she was incomplete without him, as if nothing in the world was right if he wasnât there to make it so. She had spent far too many years of her life dwelling on him, but no matter what she couldnât turn a blind eye when he was in need of help. And that, she supposed, was the real answer to the question here: she acted on instinct, answering the call of a primal urge inside of her to respond to him.
        Kakashi didnât need her to give him an answer. He had changed his mind the minute the question spilled from his lips. He didnât think anything she had to say would make him feel any better, anyway. Instead, he simply sat beside her and gazed out the window, the two of them watching as the sun rose up to start another day. Â
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