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mxvladdy · 3 years

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Hi, I love your writings 💜 and wanted to suggest a prompt, but if it won't hit you or if your requests are closed than feel free to ignore.

What if MC will forget the brother and that they are in relationship (it can be as side effect of some spell /potion etc, but it will last for quite some time, no one knows how long). How brothers will react on that? What they will do to make MC fall in love again, or will they do anything at all? Or they decide that it's the chance to change everything? What if MC won't love them again? I don't know if that can be angsty (I want some angst), or you can do whatever style you find appropriate. Anyway, if you don't feel like doing for 7 brothers you can do only for brothers of your choice (who you feel comfortable to write about, but maybe Lucifer, Mammon and Beel?? ).

Thank you! And have a good day or night!

A/N: 80000 years and a day later I post lol ;.;. Sorry for the wait! I tried something new with this, hope you like :)

So I was going to drop all three at the same time but it turned into 20+ pages of work. So I will post in 3 separate parts since they all turned into beefy boys... Much like their counterparts >:)

Hope you like it!!!

Part One of Three: Lucifer

Magic is a beautiful and powerful thing. It permeates the Devildom like an eternal fog. For the residents, it is as common as breathing. From the strongest of their kind down to the lowest inhabitants, it is integral to their culture and daily life. Mistakes and accidents happen daily with young and old alike learning or experimenting. Magical rebounds and mishaps mean very little to them, especially the brothers. From the Celestial Realms down, they have seen it all.

Sometimes they forget that to you, magic can be a volatile and dangerous.

The crackle of energy and the acrid taste of sour magic on his tongue are his only warnings before things went south. He reaches for you, strong arms moving to shield you from the blowback of energy discharging around you both. Lucifer crouches, turning his back to the explosion to cover you from the debris and dust raining down. The rebound of the failed spell washes over him for a moment turning his stomach on impact. A heavy miasma coats the room. It weighs down his wings momentarily before disappearing as quickly as it had come.

Once the dust settles, the room fills with light-hearted teasing and jabs at the inept caster. Whatever chastising remark he had stuck to his tongue. When he looks down at you the air seizes his lungs in horror. You were heavy and unresponsive in his arms, eyes closed and face slack. Physically, he could see nothing wrong with you, no hair unkempt or dust on your uniform. He shakes you trying in vain to rouse you.

He doesn’t remember fleeing the room with you clutched tight to his chest nor the shouts of his confused brothers all he could focus on was your limp body cradled in his. You weren’t waking up. None of his magic was working, and you were still sleeping. It was like looking down at his brothers all over again. The feeling of dread, of helplessness, had him staggering. You were like his little Lilith all over again, another failure in his unending life span.

The healer's answers do nothing but anger him. Diavolo’s weak speculations drive him into a frenzy. Wait, they want him to wait. For how long was anyone's guess. They say that you just need rest, the human body is unaccustomed to such stresses. That though your body is weak, a human’s spirit is strong. You’ll recover-he had to trust that you would heal on your own. Trust… he had so little of that left to begin with, but he had he gave to you.

He couldn’t lose you. Couldn’t lose this small flicker of hope you brought into his life, of happiness. He didn’t want to be alone again.

So he waits, a permanent sentinel by your bedside. He sits in silence stuck with his sins. His rough hewn palms cover your small hand to warm your cooling finger tips. He strokes them with callused fingers. He contemplates all the little things he could have done differently while he waits. Hells, what he should have done differently. Spells at the best of times were unruly and dangerous and in the hands of a novice? He shakes his head squeezing your hand. He was so stupid to have let you take that course. Why hadn’t he told that weak pissant of a demon off for trying such an incantation? Or at least to take it outside. Was he that bad of a protector? Of a lover? Deep down he wants to be angry at you. That this somehow was all your fault, with your puny human constitution and defenses. He wants to blame you but the moment passes with a gut-twisting sense of guilt and almost shame.

The days move on unceasingly, the clock on your wall mocking him with every steady tick and turn of the hand. With each moon that passes his simmering anger and wounded pride cools to an ice cold fear in his veins. The healers stopped showing up daily, they were at a loss like the rest of them.

No one would say it, least of all around him, but he heard it travel down the halls like an unwelcome guest. The whispered sympathy, the soft admissions of acceptance. He blocks them out, his world narrowing down to nothing but your icy hand and weak pulse. Your room begins to turn into his. His paperwork fills your desk, while he holds meeting over the phone. One hand clutching his phone to his ear and his other always touching you. No one but him is going to take care of you. He refuses help, turning down Diavolo’s increasing offers and pleas of support.

He turns them down each and every time. He will take care of you.

Yet, no matter how much he tends to you and researches you remain inert.

It’s maddening, he was suffocating under the weight. Finally he tips. One night drunk and desperate in his destroyed room he does the last thing he could think of.

The hardwood of his bedroom is unforgiving under his knees. The cold of it soaks through his pants and the harsh grain digs into his skin. But he doesn’t care, he wasn’t looking for absolution anymore, he was begging for your salvation.

It burns him bowing like this. His pride lashes out, roaring like the untamed beast it was as he dives deep searching within himself to find the tattered remains of his former self. Each second with his eyes closed and head bent was tortuous as his pleas fill the oppressive silence of the room. No matter the discomfort of the moment he can only think of you. No cost was too steep to have you open your eyes again.

Lucifer should have known going back to his father would be a mistake. Nothing was ever simple with them, everything was by their rules and their way. Not even being the once most favored son could fix that. Your eyes open, sure. They are hazy with confusion, but also bright and full of life. You were back.

Papers forgotten Lucifer approaches you like he would a wounded animal. He stares in disbelief for a moment before succumbing to his need to hold you. “Amata-” He breathes out in relief into your neck squeezing you closer to him. Lucifer pulls away when he notices you not embracing him back. “Are you alright?”

“Yeah. You just took me by surprise is all.” You rub your eyes and smile wearily. “What did I do to deserve such a good morning hug?”

His smile fades, hearts sinking. “Do you not remember?”

“Remember?” Hmmm. You look around you at the clutter of your room. “I- remember being in class, then you over me.” Something must have happened, but for the life of you, you couldn’t recall. He fills you in leaving small blanks hoping to see some recognition in your bewitching eyes. But you sit, nodding along taking his word as gospel truth. “Wow.” You lean back on your pillows. To be asleep for so long, you had so much work to catch up on. “Thank you for looking out for me.”

There was an odd look in his eyes before he nods, rising to his feet. “Of course… for you, anything.” He flees then, choking back a sea of emotions to go fetch a healer to look you over. It was as he expected. You were whole and healthy again, back to your old wonderful self. Except for him. Did you truly remember none of him? Have you really forgotten how he held you at night when you were able to tear him from his works.

How could you forget the words he would whisper to you as you drifted off long after the candles had been snuffled out, the sweat had cooled on your skin, and your limbs loose and tangled with his? Would you ever remember the way he would watch you at school? How he would search for you and watch you with vigilante and hungry eyes. You were not his little lamb anymore. Even after everything he had lost you.

It was what he bargained for with his father it seemed.

He calls a meeting soon after informing his brothers and the Prince of your condition without telling them of his speculations as to why. “We will say nothing.” He speaks standing rigidly while the room erupts with confusion around him.

“Why not tell them?” Beelzebub asked brows drawn low in concern.

“And say what?” Lucifer rubs at his nose pinching the bridge tightly already feeling a dull throbbing growing underneath. “What would it change?” He leaves it at that and retreats to his room. He looks at his dusty chambers and broken furniture from his explosive temper. It is so cold again without you there. This is how it must be. The thought brings a broken whine from his lips. Tt soaks through his leather gloved hand, refusing to be shoved down. He didn’t want to believe he was so forgettable, that something as intimate as his trust and love was so weak in your soul. He had thought surely he had ingrained himself deeper than that. You were in his mind.

He turns to his private libraries that night, looking for any scrap of information he could find. Perhaps the threads of him were there within you, maybe they just needed to be mended. He often forgot how malleable the human mind was, how easily things can just slip from them. Each book on the topic started promisingly enough before piddling off to a dead-end or debunked hypothesis.

He hunts down the student that had fired the spell. If he knew the original purpose of the spell maybe he could recreate the reaction? No, yet another dead end.

He comes to realize one night sitting hunched over on the grimy floor that either your mixed blood had altered the spell's intentions or the fact that since you were not in your original timeline it had changed something deeper within you that none of them had taken into consideration. Or, perhaps-just maybe he truly did make a deal with Father.

Devil below, he hoped that wasn’t true. How ironic it would be that the first time they had heard his pleas to only answer it with more pain and punishment. Either way, he must accept this...eventually.

“You know, if you keep frowning like that it’ll leave permit winkles.” Lucifer ignores his brother, not glancing up from his journals to entertain him. He had recently found more old tomes deep in his studies. “Luci.” Multi-colored nails block his view of his documents.

“Move Asmodeus. I will not ask again.”

Asmo frowns but moves his hand back to his hip. “You need to breathe brother. Take a minute for yourself.” Lucifer snorts dismissively, flipping to the next page. Asmo sighs deeply, his old bones rattling with the heavy gust of air. “You know you won’t find anything in there. We’ve all tried, you know? Read up on fruitless leads and scoured the depths of the catacombs too. Satan’s hands are a mess from rummaging through his books.” He swallows thickly. “Perhaps it is time.”

“Time for what?” Lucifer rises to his impressive height towering over his smaller brethren. “I do not like what you are implying Sakhr.” Asmo flinches, he hates that damn name. He calms the simmering rage underneath his well kept skin. Lucifer was hurting, he lashes out blindly when he is. He always suffers alone.

“I’m not implying anything. We just want-” Lucifer laughs, the hollow sound pulls at the emptiness within Lust’s heart.

“What would you know of my wants?” His ruby eyes lock with Asmo’s. It was a mistake. Lucifer’s presence was imposing at the best of times, but as mad as he was now it was a knee jerk reaction from Asmo to put his guard up. It was a strong defensive mechanism that Asmo took special care not to let slip, but as Lucifer approaches him shoulder hunching and chest puffing up in anger. It took only a moment for his defenses to take over, eyes locking Lucifer saw exactly what he wanted reflected back at him.

He didn’t know what Lucifer saw but he could see the absolute agony etching into his older brother's glassy eyes with each second. Asmo steps back breaking eye contact with a gasp, the trance between them breaking. “I-I’m sorry!” He trembles.

Lucifer says nothing but raises a shaking finger while he collects himself. Finally, he looks up, face impassive once more. He shakes his head and points to the two chairs in front of his desk. A wordless order that Asmo takes. Asmodeus watches Lucifer busy himself with a decanter, broad back turned to him. “You meant no harm,” Lucifer says, voice tight. He turns back with two glasses in hand. “ I-my aggression was unnecessary.” He offers Asmo a glass before sitting back in his throne-like chair with a grunt. They drink in silence.

Asmo swirls the spicy drink around his tongue thinking hard. This wasn’t how this was supposed to go. He thought he could make things better by offering a shoulder or ear, perhaps tell Lucifer that you were doing well. You didn't seem to notice the hole at the table or in the classroom where Lucifer used to join you and the rest of them to eat or study. They had missed seeing him look so at peace around them. Everything had reverted back to like it was when you first arrived between the two of you, and it was affecting everyone. “Talk to me?” Lucifer blinks.

“And say what?” He peers at his empty glass before grabbing the decanter. “I’m fine? I have meetings piling up and I frankly don’t give a damn anymore. Or the fact that I have yet to cancel the table I had reserved for our anniversary dinner?” His last words waver dangerously before he burns them away with a large gulp of his drink. He sees the look in Asmo’s honey-colored eyes when he looks up. “I don’t need pity.”

Asmodous sniffs, waving away the thought. “Please. We all know better than that. I just want to check on you, and perhaps give you an idea?”

“What idea could you have that I have not thought of?” He asks curiously. Asmo lights up leaning in.

“What if we’ve been going about this the wrong way? We’ve been looking at magic to solve this when the answer was in front of us the whole time. Humans aren’t used to magic, so why look to it for the solution?”

“I don’t follow.” Lucifer puts his glass down leaning back in his chair. Was science what he needed to look at? He had tried that, had talked to human doctors and surgeons that owed him “favors”. They were as unhelpful as the rest.

“We are thinking like demons! We have to think like a human, woo them again. You did it once, surely their attraction wasn’t wiped out, just their memories.” Ahh. Lucifer shakes his head. He had thought of that, staring at himself in the mirror. Many nights were filled with the nagging fears of defeat. If his father had a hand in your recovery could he even be allowed to try again? Lucifer looks back at all the things he said those nights kneeling by your side. It was foolish, what even contract he might have accidentally made had too many open ends, too many half wishes, and clauses.

“I’m afraid I have already thought of that my brother.”

“Then why haven’t you tried? Have you given up?” Asmo is met with silence. “Does that mean the rest of us have a chance?” He gets the reaction he was looking for then. Lucifer’s form shutters, a full body twitch as his body blurs around the edges in warning. “Seems to me like you haven’t given up yet. So what is stopping you.”

Lucifer crumbles under his brother’s worried gaze. Perhaps he could divulge his worry, just this once. “I asked father Az.”

Asmo gasps in surprise, eyes wide in disbelief, then dawning realization. “You think They did this?” Lucifer shrugged, running a hand through his disheveled locks. “They wouldn’t-they couldn’t...could they?” None of the brothers knew what their father was up to anymore, nor if They were even still able to track them. It was an ever present cloud of stress over all of them. While they trusted Diavolo and his protection, the nagging fear was never-ending.

“This is perfect!” Asmo claps his hands together. Lucifer stares at him in confusion. Lust’s smile grew toothy and dangerous. “Do you know what this means?”

“No.” His younger brother snorts looking down at his nails. His mind was running a mile a minute. For as organized and crafty as Lucifer is, he sure had his moments.

“Think about it. If Father did meddle then you have to try courting them again. Defying Father is a talent!” Asmo claps his hands in giddy delight. “Wouldn’t it just chafe their linens if you got back together?”

“And what if They didn’t meddle?”

“Then what do you have to lose?” Lucifer laughs. It was breathy and lifeless at the start but grew in intensity as Asmo’s words sunk in. Why was it when he said it it made sense?

“As devious as ever Az.” Lucifer smiles. Yes, he could win you back easily and reclaim his pride all in one fell swoop. “Thank you for reminding me of who I am.” They were troublemakers, the lot of them and it was time for him to prove it once more that he was the worst of them.

He starts the next day dressing down for once in his long life. He wears an outfit you always complement tucked neatly into a pair of dress slacks you bought him after a date gone awry. He smirked, remembering the tight squeeze of your hand on him on the drive home. The friction of your palm on the smooth material...he tipped his dry cleaner extra that night. “Good morning.” He purrs out in greeting taking his seat at the head of the table. The few brothers around the table freeze for a moment, keen eyes darting from him to where you sat still eating as if nothing had changed. Asmodeus shot him a wink.

“Morning.” You chirp back around your spoon. “It’s good to see you back at the table. Finally got a break from work?” The demons hold their collective breath.

“Yes, you can say that I came to a revelation of sorts.” He hums into his mug.

From that point on no matter what corner you turn on Lucifer was there. A pleasant smile on his lips and an offer of aid. “Thank you for the help!” You drop the large stack of books on your desk with a satisfied grunt. “You know- even though our pack is still somewhat new, if you need help with your work I’d be glad to give you a hand too!”

“Would you?” He hides his predatory grin under his hand. “ Some of the matters I have to attend to will require some long, hard work. It may take up some of your nights.” The flush that graces your cheeks and the warm buzz from his pact mark make him giddy.

“I’m willing.”

Slowly he begins to pull you back into his world. He leaves well placed hints of your past together scattered around his workspace. Your favorite Devildom blooms and treats always seem to be around when you come to offer your help in the evening. He slips old pet names into daily conversations as you scribble notes and transcribe letters for him by the soft light of his desk lamp. Pacing himself was never so hard before in his life. Was he finally cracking through? Or were you falling for him again? It was a heady rush to be sure, the mix of anticipation and thrill of such earthly courting made him realize many things he didn’t see the first time around. He learns all over again just what he loved about you.

He had forgotten how patient you were around him and with his siblings. Your keen eye and attention to detail reminded him just why he trusted you. You flitted about him picking up things he missed and settling brotherly disputes without him having to waste his breath. It was almost like things were going back to normal, minus the cold sheets beside him at night. But he sticks to his plan, finding pleasure in simply learning about you all over again.

It came to an end sooner than he had expected.

“Enter.” Lucifer calls from his overflowing desk. It was finals time once again and the damages done to school property were picking up dramatically. He heard your fluttering heartbeat before you even entered his domicile. It picks up as you approach.

“Am I interrupting?

Lucifer looks up from his work, a grin growing on his tired face. “For you, never.” You smile back, coming closer. You held a mug of coffee in your hands. The beast within him wanted to raise its hackles in triumph and howl. His life must be a divine comedy. This night is playing out just like it did nearly a year ago. Did you remember too? Or was this just how it always was meant to be?

“I haven’t seen you in a bit, and got concerned.” You fiddle with the handle of the copper mug. Lucifer nods, it was true. He regrettably had to put his plans with you on hold, he had spent so much time scheming he had let a few things build up. “Asmo told me you were hold up in here working, and I thought you could use a pick me up. He-he helped me make you some coffee.”

Ah. It wasn’t the same as the first time, but it was a matter of time before his sibling started meddling again. He takes the cup from your outstretched hand. “Thank you, this is much appreciated.” You glow under his praise taking a seat by his side.

“Need any help?” You eye the stack of papers with interest. “I’ve gotten pretty good at reading the fine print.”

“Have you now?” He pushes a small stack of papers towards you. “Very well, I would love your company again.” You take the work with a nod eager to spend time with him again. He watches you work, unable to contain his growing smile before looking down at the cup by his side. The tar-black coffee looks back at him. Oh, how he wished to commend his brother and berate him all at once. It is putrid and stomach-churning but he savors it all the same.

“Is it alright?” You pause watching him drink in. You have never seen him so enraptured by a drink before.

“Yes.” It will be.

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akitokihojo · 3 years

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Monster - Chapter 19

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“How far off are we talking?” Inuyasha asked, kicking out the fire as the rest of his team hurried to pack up camp.

“Ten miles, give or take.” Koga answered.

“How are you so sure it’s Hakudoshi?” Kagome asked next, strapping her bag over her shoulders.

“Anyone want to fill us in on what a Hakudoshi is?” Miroku implored with a bemused frown.

“A short, evil minion that we need to kill.” The wolf demon answered.

Blinking blankly, Miroku shifted his eyes over to Kagome for an actual explanation.

“Naraku created a group of demons. As far as we know, he had five. We killed one already, so now he’s down to four: Hakudoshi, Kagura, Byakuya, and Goshinki. Hakudoshi, we really don’t have a lot of information on other than he’s a child and has long, white hair.”

“He’s a child.” Miroku gasped.

“An evil one!” Koga feebly defended.

“Miroku, think of it as a design.” Inuyasha spoke. “Remember how we explained Naraku to you? How he’s an inorganic half demon? Anything he creates is essentially inorganic, as well. Child or not, Hakudoshi is still a demon of his that needs to go down.”

“Excuse me?” Koga sort of gaped at how that bit of information was so casually mentioned and how no one else was the least bit fazed by it.

“He’s just a little boy though, right?” Sango inquired sympathetically. “Isn’t there a chance he can be turned around and saved?”

“No, I think he’s a bit too far gone.” Kagome grimaced. “We had a friend that was sort of tortured into shape by Naraku’s guys. Hakudoshi was the main offender and was a fan of sharp objects.”

“Oh, okay. Evil child with a knife. Got it.” Miroku cringed, immediately throwing aside any further argument he could have thought of.

“The only one that’s worth saving is Kagura, but that’s a story for another time. We’ve gotta get going.” Kagome added.

“Hello?” Koga called, demanding their attention. “Inuyasha, what the fuck did you just say about Naraku?”

“Oh, that he’s an inorganic half demon? Yeah. You didn’t know that?” The hanyou shrugged sardonically. It was high time the secret got out to all that were involved since everything was so real now, but that didn’t mean he planned on sitting Koga and Sesshomaru down to have a nice, mature, informative conversation. That just meant he’d openly talk about it in front of them so that they could piece it all together on their own. It wasn’t like they could do much with it, anyway. He kept it under wraps for the protection of himself and everyone around him. Now, there was no further reason for it.

“Yeah, come on, dude.” Miroku arched a brow, playing along. He felt it was only his right since the guy just tried to punk him. “Even we knew that.”

“How the fuck… Inuyasha, what are you talking about? What does this mean?” Koga questioned seriously.

“It means he’s not a full demon like he wants everyone to believe. I can tell you’re looking for his weakness though, and I don’t know that. Technically, at this point, him being half demon is useless information. It’s nothing more than a fun fact. Half demon or not, he’s still a force to be reckoned with.”

“No, but half demons have specific traits about them, don’t they? They have a time of the month dedicated to basically emphasizing their weaknesses, right?”

“We turn human, yes.” Inuyasha tried not to grumble with his admittance. It was common knowledge. What wasn’t was the day and time it happened. “Naraku, doesn’t. I don’t exactly know what he transforms into, but it’s definitely not human, and potentially even more damaging to him. Be that as it may, do you know when that is?”

“Obviously not.”

“Then, it’s useless information.”

“How do you know this? Did you see it?”

“A long ass fucking time ago, I did. I was a kid; I wasn’t paying attention to the phase of the moon. Unless you know where he is and want to camp out every fucking night outside his place to wait and see if you miraculously feel his demonic energy die off, I’m going to have to repeat, this is all useless information now. It serves as nothing more than a stab to his ego.”

“Dammit.” Koga hissed. He was hoping that since it was new information to him, it’d be something they could grasp onto and utilize in the future, but the mutt was right. No one knew where Naraku was hiding, and camping out was obviously out of the question. Not to mention, a monster like that with the pride he harbors would take extensive efforts to protect himself during his moment of incapacitation. As quickly as he’d clung to the hope, the wolf demon was going to have to drop it. “Can you guys keep up while running? We should head out.”

“Kagome, get on.” Inuyasha kneeled, securing her rear as she climbed onto his back. With a little hike up, he was set to carry her at a decent speed.

“Kirara, let’s go.” Sango firmly ordered, and the small cat demon by her side let out a little meow, hopping into an open space as she transformed into her larger, saber-toothed version.

“Uh, there are things you don’t see every day, and there are things you see that make you think you took a little too much of Kaede’s good shit. What the fuck is that?” Koga pointed to the large cat demon, beyond perplexed.

“Kirara.” Sango replied nonchalantly, jumping on the demon’s back with ease. Miroku followed, not quite as skillfully, but not as sloppily as he used to either. “She’s my cat.”

“You’re not high, buddy.” Miroku grinned. “This is not an illusion.”

“Kagome, you’re from a weird ass village.” He shook his head, heading off in the direction he came from as he led the squad forward.

Koga had had to slow his pace down a bit since he knew he ran faster than the average demon and he didn’t want to lose his new comrades, but he was glad to hear no complaints from anyone. In fact, it was him that ended up doing the complaining. By the time they reached the fork where he’d left Sesshomaru, the high and mighty dog demon was nowhere around. As fruitless as it was to even call out for him, given his scent and aura weren’t in the immediate vicinity, the wolf demon still found himself audibly searching.

“Let me get this straight,” Inuyasha began, safely setting Kagome back down to her feet. “You told Sesshomaru to wait for you?”

“Yeah.” Koga frowned.

“And, you actually expected him to listen?”

“He said he would!”

“Did he say he would or did he grunt?”

Koga paused as he recalled the conversation with Sesshomaru, realizing it was the latter that he’d received. “Fuck!”

“Who’s Sesshomaru?” Miroku asked after climbing down from Kirara.

“Inuyasha’s older brother.” Kagome answered.

“Half brother.” Inuyasha corrected.

“They don’t get along.” She continued with a grimace.

“From the smell of it, he’s long gone.” The hanyou mentioned, his nose in the air to gather the area. “He went right. We’ll go left. There’s no use in you trying to catch up with him, so just come with us.”

“What happened to no teaming up?” Koga meagerly mocked, barely putting any effort behind his deriding tone.

“You can come with us, you can stay behind, or you can seek out the imp fucker. I don’t care. I was just giving you another option.” Inuyasha rolled his eyes, leading the way toward the left route.

“Alright, alright. No need to beg, Inuyasha. I’ll help you out, but only because you asked so nicely.”

Inuyasha barely bit back his groan, his head falling as he kept walking. He was going to regret this, wasn’t he?

“Koga, you never answered my question from before.” Kagome said, jogging a little to walk beside him as they all continued down the path. “How do you know this is Hakudoshi? Didn’t you guys say the underlings all give off the same scent as Naraku?”

“Oh, yeah. They do. We caught something feint and followed it. You’re not gonna like this, but we ended up coming across a house at the edge of the woods -“ Koga paused, pointing behind them to the West. “And, everyone inside was…”

“Dead?” Miroku attempted to finish for him, wondering if that was the word he was going for.

“I mean, yes, but a little more than that.”

“How can you be a little more than dead?” Sango asked.

“It was gruesome, okay? The bodies were mangled. It was an entire family torn to shreds. The smell of Naraku was strong there, so we followed it out. We got all the way to this path here, and the scent of him went down both ways. Hence, why I came and found you. That way, no matter what, more ground is covered and we can hopefully corner the fucker. Sesshomaru was adamant that it couldn’t be Kagura, Byakuya doesn’t look like the type who’d want to dirty his nails doing something like that, but who’s the one we discovered has a thing for torment? Hakudoshi.”

“You cannot possibly be that stupid, can you?” Inuyasha gruffly asked, abruptly stopped in his tracks as he spun around. His brows were furrowed and his lips turned down in disapproval. “This is most likely the biggest trap anyone has ever willingly walked into.”

“No, that was definitely considered.” Koga plainly responded. “But, it’s a chance we have to take. And, one you readily hopped on board with without any further information.”

“Because, I decided to trust you for once. A big mistake on my end, clearly.”

“So, if you knew it was potentially a trap, you’d let it all slide and allow him to get away?” The wolf demon challenged.

“I would have taken a moment to establish a plan.” Inuyasha scowled.

“Hakudoshi could theoretically lead us to Naraku. Sesshomaru and I already came up with a plan. Cover more ground and pin him.”

“You’re forgetting one major thing here, Koga.”

“Goshinki.” Miroku concluded. It was the only name he’d heard that hadn’t been considered.

“Right.” Inuyasha assertively confirmed. “That’s a creation we have literally no information on, and you two are going off of assumptions. Assumptions that could get us all killed.”

“What’s happened to you, Inuyasha? You used to be so carefree and reckless.” Koga teased. “Now, all of a sudden, you’re rational and want to put as much thought into everything possible? Why’s that?”

Inuyasha didn’t answer. His jaw clenched tight, and his amber eyes pierced through Koga’s blue irises.

“Oh, got it.” The wolf laughed, patting Kagome’s shoulder. “It’s because your sweetheart almost died, right? Well, don’t worry. I’ll be right here to save her again if anything happens.”

“You son of a -“ Inuyasha ground out, stopping himself before he could throw a punch at him.

“Koga!” Kagome pushed his hand off of her.

“Kagome, what?” Miroku demanded, marching forward.

“Goddammit.” She grumbled before turning to him. “Look, there was an incident, but I’m fine.”

“What happened?”

“Naraku’s puppet kicked my ass; I told you that already.”

“You didn’t tell me it’d almost killed you!”

“It’s not imperative knowledge, Miroku. It happened, it’s done, I’m okay, so let’s drop it.”

“What happened?” He repeated more sternly.

She hesitated. She didn’t want this to make her cousin worry more, which was why she’d chosen to never include that tidbit of information in the first place. It wasn’t necessarily her most prideful moment, either. It was terrifying. For she and Inuyasha. Bringing it up would help no one, and would ease the pressure on no one’s shoulders. Still, Miroku pierced her with his indigo stare, and she felt compelled to give him something.

“He tossed me off of the mountainside and into the river after the heavy rains had filled it. Koga saved me.”

Miroku could say nothing, his hand flying to rub the tension from his forehead as he closed his eyes. This was why she didn’t want to tell him. What good is it doing? It seemed to only be reinforcing his stress and the longer he was silent, the heated sighs leaving his nostrils, the more uncomfortable she was becoming. She could only hope he was taking this long because he was processing the information and throwing it away. He got what he wanted, there was nothing anyone could do to change it, and now the best thing to do was to let it all go.

But, then his dark blue eyes transferred to Inuyasha. “I thought you’d said she’d been safe with you.”

“Hey!” Kagome quickly shouted, though she didn’t immediately regain his attention. Nevertheless, she spoke. And, she spoke powerfully. It was like she could feel the admonishment sitting heavily in Inuyasha’s chest, and she wasn’t about to allow that to overtake him again. “It is not his fault! My safety is in no one’s hands but mine, so don’t act like I need bodyguards standing at every side of me! I am not fragile, you know I’m not fragile! I know it upsets you that you weren’t there, Miroku, but that’s the thing! You weren’t there! You don’t know how it all went down! So, don’t blame Inuyasha, because you don’t know how hard he was trying to save me!” Finally, his look had shifted back to her, and it seemed his frown became something less angry and hinting more on the remorseful side. “Redirect it towards me! Ask me what I had done wrong! I can list everything! I was too scared, I let my emotions get the better of me, I wasn’t strong enough, I hesitated - I can go on! But, you’re not gonna do that, are you? If you aren’t going to blame me, then I can guarantee you that it’s not going to make you feel better to place the blame on anyone but Naraku, so just drop it! It happened, it’s done! Let it go, Miroku!”

Swiftly, while the heat still bubbled in her core, Kagome turned around to face Koga. “And, you! What was that? Were you just trying to gloat because you didn’t like that Inuyasha opposed you!? Grow up!”

“I - I didn’t know that not everyone here was aware of what had happened.” Koga feebly defended.

“No, you just didn’t think before you said anything! You were throwing whatever you could out there to get under his skin! If you want to tag along, you need to learn to communicate better, understand!? Work with us or go find Sesshomaru!”

Then she turned to Inuyasha, sighing out some heat and allowing her glower to relax a little before speaking to him. He was innocent, he didn’t deserve her temper. So, with one exhale, she pushed as much infuriation from her being so that she could continue semi-reasonably with him. “I don’t really think that there’s any way we can come up with a plan for this. I think the best thing we can agree on is to be on high alert. Expect the unexpected. Or, did you want to turn around?”

“No, you’re right.” Inuyasha agreed.

“Okay.” Kagome breathed, though she faced the others in challenge. “Anyone else want to say anything?”

The group was quiet, and she’d noticed Koga’s tail drooped almost fearfully, his azure eyes on the floor and away from her. Good. It was immature of him to bring up her near death experience anyway; he should be ashamed of himself. He didn’t just cause Inuyasha to recoil, but gave her, her cousin, and Sango grief in doing so, as well. What an idiotic move.

“Great. Then, let’s keep going.” She concluded, turning around on her heel and walking forward at a quick pace. Everyone else, though, had to stay put for a quick breather.

“What did I tell you about pushing her?” Sango asked Miroku, coming forward to give him a half-sympathetic rub on his arm.

“Yeah, I know.” He grimaced, turning to follow after his cousin so that she wasn’t wandering off alone. “I’ll go calm her down.”

Inuyasha pinched the bridge of his nose. “The answer you were looking for is, I’m not sixteen, seventeen years old anymore, Koga.” He sighed. “But, it does also help to have someone else to consider when making your decisions. You should try it sometime.”

“That was terrifying.” Koga admitted.

“Yeah.” Sango laughed, her cat demon companion following her forward. “That’s what you get.”

Kagome could hear the footsteps approaching, easily identifying the gait as Miroku’s, and as soon as he was close enough, she glanced over her shoulder at him. “I’m sorry I left home without telling you, and I’m sorry if that felt like betrayal, but can you please try to get over it?”

“Well, that was blunt.” He muttered. “I wasn’t betrayed, Kagome. I was worried sick. Look, stop for a second.”

“No, because then the others will catch up and I don’t want them to overhear us.”

“Okay, fine, fair enough. Just try to look at it from my point of view. Please. Our entire lives, I’ve spent looking after you. Not just after I moved in when dad and uncle died, but always. I was the one who gave you the boost on top of the counter to get the cookie jar, and then helped you down. I was the one who put a bandaid on your knee when you tripped and fell. I was the one who stood in front of you when the henchmen came to our village. I know you don’t need protecting, but I’m your older brother. Whether you need it or not, I want it for you. I like to know that you’re safe, and when I don’t, it scares me.”

“That’s very sweet, but it also sounds like you’re saying if you weren’t there to monitor the situation yourself and something went wrong, you’re going to be judgmental about it.”

“How did you get that from anything I just said?”

“‘I like to know that you’re safe, and when I don’t, it scares me.’”

Miroku grimaced. “That wasn’t supposed to be turned against me.”

“I don’t know what you want from me, Miroku. I’ve said I was sorry like ten times already. I can’t go back to two months ago and change my mind, and even if I could, I wouldn’t. You can be mad at me all you want, I completely understand, but can you please try not to take it out on Inuyasha?”

“I didn’t take it out on him. I asked him a simple question.”

Kagome stopped walking then, pinning him with a stare that read right through his weak facade.

“O-okay,” He babbled awkwardly. “So, it was less simple and more a question that put him on the spot. I met the guy yesterday, Kagome. I don’t know him yet, so if he’s telling me he’s ensured your safety but Koga’s telling me you almost died, I feel like I have the right to -“

“Be judgmental?” She interjected, walking again.

“No.”

“He never said that, anyway. He’s contributed to my safety, but no one can ensure anything. Especially out here. You said it yourself last night, you and Sango have been through the wringer, as well. How many times have you guys been really hurt to the point where you needed to lay low?”

He bobbed his head in a small motion. “A couple times.”

“Right. It’s impossible to know what to expect outside of the boundaries of home, and we’ve all had to learn that the hard way. I’m not asking you to be his best friend, I’m asking you to take common sense into consideration, and to think before you react. You cant control what happened in our separation, and you just need to come to terms with the fact that I’m fine. I know you want to protect me, and I sincerely appreciate it. I do. I want to protect you too, which was why I suggested you two go home. But, you made your choice, and as much as I wanted to fight you on it, I respected it. It’s not like you’re blind to the craziness we’re dealing with; I’m sure you’ve gotten a pretty good taste of the morbidity out here. All I’m saying is, what’s done is done. Let it be done. Stop trying to make up for lost time, and just be with me now.”

“Okay, okay, okay. I get it. I’m sorry, but I’m also not sorry. I didn’t want to upset you, but it’s sort of shocking to find out you’d almost died. You can’t blame me for responding in a manner that wasn’t exactly the most positive.”

“In my defense, you weren’t supposed to find that out.” Kagome sighed. “I’d wanted to keep that from you, and clearly for good reason.”

“Why? Why wouldn’t you want me to know that?”

“Because, that information only hurt you, Miroku. Are you telling me it’s a good thing you know now?”

“Okay, I see your point.” He finally relented.

“It’s not like I’m trying to keep secrets from you or offend you in any way. I’m just keeping my business on a need-to-know basis.”

“I understand now. I do. Is there anything else I need to know?” He gave a crooked grin to try and lighten the mood.

Kagome heard the footsteps of the rest of their group coming around the bend not too far behind them now, and she peeked over her shoulder to make sure Inuyasha wasn’t in sight. Still, to be respectful of his sensitive hearing, she chose to keep her voice low. “Yeah. The day I’d almost died, it was really hard on Inuyasha, too. He was scared he’d lost me. He’d felt like he’d failed me. So, what you said - salt in the wound, Miroku. Not cool.”

“Oh. Ouch.” His smile stiffened. Faltered. “My bad. I can’t even apologize to him, though. I take it from the way you’d whispered that I’m not supposed to know.”

“Yup. Just keep it in mind for the next time you want to act like a tough guy. You don’t know the full story. I know that’s what’s bothering you, but handle it.”

“Are you saying I’m not tough?”

Kagome stopped walking and analyzed the size of her cousin’s biceps, teasing him by pursing her lips disappointedly as she pinched the muscle. The flicker of her brown eyes up to his said it all and Miroku gasped.

“Is this what I get? Is this the treatment I get because I care about you?”

“No, it’s the treatment you get because you’ve got puny arms.”

“The audacity! You’re small, too!”

“Miroku, she stabbed a guy in the groin with an arrow yesterday. I wouldn’t say that if I were you.” Sango chimed as they all appeared down the trail.

At hearing that, Koga’s eyes went wide, aghast, and he swiftly spun around on his heel mid-step to head back in the direction they’d come in. He’d been the most recent to piss her off, so it was evident he was the one she’d have no problem turning on if he spoke out of pocket again. He’d much rather head out to find Inuyasha’s brother than stick around to potentially share the same fate as arrow-dick-guy. Before he could take another step though, Inuyasha snagged the back of his vest, dragging him along.

“Keep going, wolf. She’ll only turn on you if you pretend to be alpha.”

“Inuyasha, I am alpha. I’m literally the alpha wolf of my pack.” He murmured unnervingly to the mutt.

“I know.” He smirked. “I want to see what happens.”

“Uh,” Inuyasha heard Kagome up ahead, noticing she’d stopped walking, she and her cousin facing off to their right. From his vantage point a little down the path, he couldn’t see what they were gazing at, but he could tell there was a break in the trees right where they stood. “It’s a cave.”

“Do you sense anything?”

“Yeah. I think so.”

She was right. The scent was feint, but Naraku’s trail ended here and went inside. He could feel demonic energy, but what was disconcerting was, he couldn’t pinpoint just how dangerous it was. Even worse, from outside of the cave, he felt eyes on him. Eyes he felt would only peer harder the moment they went inside.

“You got anything to help prepare us?” Sango asked. “We haven’t faced anything belonging to Naraku yet. How strong are we talking?”

“That sword on your hip,” Inuyasha pointed. “It’s not just there for show, right?”

“No. I’m highly skilled with it.”

“Good. You’ll find it’s a valuable asset to keep you alive then. Other than that, all I can say is to stay vigilant. If Koga or I tell you to back up, you back up. We tell you to get down, you get down. Understand?”

“You two went from arguing to playing co-leaders?” Miroku asked with an arch of his brow.

“You got heightened senses?” Koga asked. “You got keen instincts?”

He scrunched his nose in regret of his remark. He was on a roll today. “No, but I’ve got nice hair and great listening skills.”

“Wonderful. Then, you’ll be just fine.” The wolf remarked with a wink, bravely leading the way inside.

“Hey, you okay?” Inuyasha checked, grabbing Kagome as he sort of forced her to walk slower and stick behind everyone with him. His arm wrapped around her shoulders as he pulled her closer to kiss her temple, her stride falling in line with his.

“I’m fine.” She dismissed. “Sorry for what he said back there.”

“Don’t be. You still mad?”

“Nah, I was more frustrated than anything. I get where he’s coming from, I just don’t know how to make everyone happy right now.”

“Don’t worry about making everyone happy, kid. He’s spent over sixty days worried about you. By now, it’s almost a learned behavior. Show him he’s got nothing to worry about. Show him what you’ve got. Just like you did with me.”

The advice made sense. It made a lot of sense. Miroku had always stood in front of her, shielded her from so much while growing up, so simply telling him no one needed to do that anymore wasn’t going to be as effective as showing him what she’d learned she could do. He hadn’t been there to see her develop into the conjurer she now was, so his absence went both ways. He was going to have to drop his need for control, and she was going to have to demonstrate her formed abilities.

In reply, she smiled and nodded, glancing up to the hanyou in appreciation. Kagome gave a little perk of her lips to silently request a kiss while he was still so near, and he grinned, leaning down to quickly give her what she’d wanted.

Inside the cave, it was dark. Ominous. Inuyasha was right, he felt closely watched. Almost studied. He jogged ahead to catch up with Koga, the hit from his boots against the cavern floor echoing off the surrounding walls.

“You feel that?”

“Yeah.” Koga agreed, blue eyes searching for the culprit. There was nowhere for anyone to hide, though. Not so close to the entrance at least. The only way to discover the source, he felt, was to delve deeper, but deeper was where it would definitely grow increasingly dangerous. A turn of events they were prepared to expect. No matter what, Koga didn’t like the feeling swimming in his gut. “Come out of hiding! You wanted us to follow you, right!? Well, here we are!”

The wolf demon’s loud voice bounced off of the walls, repeating down the chambers the cave harbored, but no one replied. No one came out from behind a rock, or a nook in the siding, no one approached, no one was there. Except someone was. Someone had to be. This was Naraku’s scent, there was no mistake of that, but for some reason, the demonic aura was so engulfing, it almost felt like they were inside of a demon, itself.

“Well, if they didn’t know we were here before, they sure do now.” Inuyasha remarked dully.

“We give off demonic energy, ourselves, dipshit. Of course, they knew we were here.”

With a roll of his amber eyes, Inuyasha trudged on beside him, remaining observant of their surroundings as they traveled through the tunnels. The deeper they walked, the more sinister the feeling became. It was like wading through a sludge of demonic energy, and that sludge was toxic and thick, almost entrapping. Still, there was no way to pinpoint the source. It was all around, and he was trying to figure out the direction of a stronger pull, but he couldn’t.

Kagome fell behind. Just slightly. Out of nowhere, a very subtle dizziness began to hit her, but she didn’t want to worry anyone. She hadn’t had much water today, so maybe she was a bit dehydrated. It wasn’t bad at all, so there was no need to bring it up or ask for a small break. Maybe it was the energy of the cave. It was putrid, that was for sure. Definitely similar to what she felt when Moryomaru was near. Vile and rotten.

That had to be it. It was just overwhelming. Kagome tried to blink her slight case of vertigo away when the tiniest ache in her head pinched right over her eyes. No one else was reacting, though. Were they not affected by this? With a deep breath and a thick swallow, she pushed it all aside. If the demons of the group, more sensitive than she, could go forward, then Kagome could, too.

The further they went, the worse it got. She found herself squinting to see straight, tensing her throat so her pained sighs wouldn’t alert anyone. Her head wasn’t consistently throbbing, but came in waves. Not even quick waves. In fact, she couldn’t grasp the pattern, sporadically coursing through and causing Kagome’s brow to crease and her nose to crinkle each time. Again, she tried to gather if anyone else was having adverse effects to the atmosphere. Koga and Inuyasha seemed relatively uncomfortable but that was the extent of it, Sango and Miroku appeared fine, and Kirara had reversed her transformation to perch in her owner’s arms. Then, Kagome’s vision blurred momentarily, and her fingers twitched. What was wrong with her?

As much as she didn’t like it, she was going to have to say something. This wasn’t going away. Something was off. She was feeling a haze drifting over her, and it almost seemed like it was legitimately clouding her vision now. Kagome opened her mouth to gather Inuyasha’s attention, but her voice didn’t seem to work. Her body stopped as they all kept going, though she hadn’t told it to. Her brain was sending signals to her legs to keep walking, to her mouth to speak, but her command seemed to be meaningless all of a sudden.

And, when she blinked that time, she opened her eyes to see the bars of a cage before her. It was pitch black all around, not a sound to be heard, not a person in sight. No longer was she dizzy, and her head pounded no more. To her right, her left, beneath her feet, and above her head, she was surrounded by metal that sealed her in. The bars were cold and didn’t budge at all when she thrusted her bodyweight into it, trying to shake the lock free.

The shock to go from behind her group to wherever the hell she was now in a split second had her shaking, her lungs pumping as a panic sprung over her. She called for Inuyasha, Miroku, Sango, Koga, but no one answered. Her voice merely echoed in the darkness she was trapped in, the rattling of her cage from her forceful jerks against the bars hitting her ears over and over as the sound bounced off of walls she couldn’t see.

When she heard someone speaking, Kagome held her breath. Ice pebbled her skin. The voice was that of a child’s, a young boy’s, yet it held the underlying hint of menace. It was like she could sense the smile he wore, the enjoyment on his tongue, but he wasn’t talking to her. What he was saying, it didn’t make sense.

Inuyasha felt a spike, and both he and Koga stopped immediately. Ominous energy no longer filled the air. It was focused now. It was heavily concentrated in one spot. Behind them. The hanyou turned around to scour the open area they’d reached deep within the cave, spotting no one that didn’t belong, but then his stomach unexpectedly sank. It dropped so low, he thought he was going to be sick. The threat they were feeling, it was coming from Kagome.

She stood there, her hands raised up as she steadily moved her fingers one-by-one, her expression blank. He could hear the smallest mumble coming from her lips, but what she was saying, even he couldn’t make out. A sense of dread was overcoming him. Why was he feeling this? Even Koga seemed struck, confounded, saying nothing, but instead, actually taking a step away. The evil, it was growing. Evolving.

Miroku and Sango had turned to look, and Miroku was quick to notice something was wrong with his cousin, but as he went to step forward, Inuyasha hastily reached for his collar, pulling him back.

“Kid?” He cautiously asked. Kagome didn’t even look up from her hands. “Kagome?”

After a moment, she sighed and shook her head, her dark tresses fluttering around her shoulders. She made a few more subtle sounds from her mouth, the only clear word Inuyasha gathered being, “testing.” Otherwise, it was almost like she was learning to speak, clicking her tongue once or twice to discover how to make audible noise. Her brown eyes wandered around the large cavern, blinking as if to adjust to the dull light in the cave, panning over them, up, and then coming back to land on him.

“Kagome.” He tried again, this time more seriously. His heart was pounding as it would in the face of an enemy, his instincts were ready for an attack, but everything felt wrong. This was Kagome. This was his Kagome. He wasn’t supposed to feel this with her; it was all wrong.

Her plush lips parted, and a breathy, “huh,” was released. Her voice was high, sweet, and a timbre she rarely used.

Inuyasha let go of her cousin, knowing he was staying put now, and his fists clenched at his sides. Worse, Tessaiga began to quiver in its sheath, calling for his attention. It only did that in dire situations. It only asked to be released when he neglected to recognize it needed to be wielded for his own protection. It was wrong. It had to be malfunctioning because of the weird aura.

“Oh,” She sighed again, beginning to speak more clearly from then on. “There it is. Finally. That was tough - she’s a tough one.”

“Kagome -“ Sango tried.

“That’s not Kagome.” Inuyasha said, cutting her off.

A smile began to curl at her lips, and it scared him. It scared Inuyasha. It was crooked, arching more in one corner before it expanded on the other end, and her tongue tipped out between her teeth in a playful manner that made his blood go cold. That wasn’t Kagome’s smile, that wasn’t the grin he loved so much. Even Miroku twitched agitatedly at his side, stepping away before he looked at him with disturbance hindering the glow in his eyes.

“What’s wrong with her?” Miroku asked.

“What?” Kagome leaned her head to the side. “Don’t you recognize me…?” Her voice trailed off at the end as she nibbled her bottom lip. “Miroku?”

She seemed unsure of the name she spoke.

“Or, are you Miroku?” She asked, pointing to Koga, ending with a frustrated groan as she tapped her head. “Hang on, it’s a little jumbled in here. She wont let go just yet.” A few more taps. “Come on, lady. Let it go. Ah, no, I was right. Miroku.”

“What’s going on?” He reached, jaw taught.

“And, you’re Koga.” She pointed again to the wolf demon, completely disregarding the question. “Which obviously makes you Inuyasha, and you’re Sango. Got it.”

“Who are you?” Koga asked, stoning as he nobly squared himself.

“I’m Kagome.” She giggled.

“Who are you!?” Koga repeated in a lethal growl.

“Woah. Someone’s testy.” Her smile shifted to a wry smirk. “What are you so upset for? I haven’t done anything yet.”

“Don’t make me ask you again.”

“Or what? You’ll choke me out? Kill me? Look at me, pal. Whose body am I in? If you come at me with those claws of yours, it’s not me you’ll be touching. Come on, use your brain.”

Koga didn’t rebuttal, clenching his jaw and slanting his eyes dangerously, and her gaze bounced around to gather the discomfort written over all the others’ faces. Inuyasha, in particular, seemed the worst off. His hardened features screamed his seething anger, but his golden irises communicated something much different. Something more desperate.

With a grumble in the back of her throat, one that was small and held the attitude a young teenager would, Kagome rolled her eyes and lolled her head slightly, a small stomp being given from her right foot. “You guys are no fun. I’m Hakudoshi. Duh. Who the hell did you think I was?”

“So, this is what you can do? Mind control?” Koga glared.

“Way to simplify it. Don’t do me the dishonor.” Hakudoshi gestured to his entire self inside of Kagome’s body. “This is much more than mind control. I have control over her heart, brain, soul, you name it. Kagome has left the building.”

“Where is she?” Inuyasha questioned, his voice coming off husky.

Hakudoshi pointed to her head. “Right up here. She’s annoying as shit, how do you handle her?”

“Let her go. This is your one warning; let her go.” The hanyou growled. “You hold onto her, you hurt her in any way, not a single one of us will blink when it comes to ripping you apart.”

“You’d hurt your precious lover?”

“You think we don’t know your body is around here somewhere? You honestly think we’re that stupid to believe your entire entity is inside of her right now? No, you’re in this cave, we know that much.”

“But, where?” Her smile widened tauntingly. “This cave goes on for miles, and what makes you think you have that sort of time on your hands? You can go searching for me, but what’s your plan? Is someone going to play babysitter while the others go on a wild goose chase? Not a single one of you is strong enough, and that’s what’s fucking funny. Two humans and three demons against a conjurer. From the looks of it, three of you would be too sentimentally stunted, maybe four of you, and the last one - that’s you, Koga - would just get absolutely wrecked. Or, are you going -"

“Get out of her head, you stupid, fucking brat!” Inuyasha demanded, his claws biting into the heels of his palms with rage that was only building at an uncontrollable speed. How did this happen? It couldn’t have been that quick. Did Kagome feel anything weird, anything abnormal, or was Hakudoshi stealthy while he slid inside and took command.

She arched a brow at the interruption. “Well, that was rude.”

“You’re forgetting something, Hakudoshi.” Miroku spoke. “So long as Kagome is in there, she can still fight back. If one of us has to restrain her while the others go searching for you, so be it. Kagome wouldn’t allow you to hurt us.”

Hakudoshi guffawed, laughing hard as Kagome’s frame doubled over to clutch her stomach. “What!? Again, look at me! I have complete control over her!” He boasted, flailing her arms about. “This is all me, you fucking moron! Kagome can’t stop shit right now! She had just enough darkness in her heart for me to grab hold, and now the fight she’s putting up is worthless. I can utilize the knowledge and skills she’s learned by flipping a switch in her mind. If I want to kill any of you with her abilities, I can and there isn’t a damn thing you guys can do to stop me!”

“What darkness?” Inuyasha asked.

“I’ll actually entertain that question, because it was hard to find and I’m proud of myself. Apparently, holding Kikyo while she died was what did her in. Just a tiny bit. It’s been eating at her for a while now, hasn’t it? That’s not where it started, though. There was a little girl? One she failed to save, or something?” She grimaced carelessly. “I would say that created the smallest, dark spot in her heart, and Kikyo’s gory death made it about the size of a small ink stain. She’s resilient, I’ll give her that. But, not resilient enough.” That last part was almost sung while he emphasized each word of the sentence, tapping her finger in time. “All I need is an inch. So long as there’s darkness, I can take rein.”

Kagome could hear everything that was being said from within her cage, listening to this little boy speak through her. She could hear the others reply to her. It was like she was just a bystander to a conversation while she was also the main focus, and it was driving her insane. She felt completely powerless, rattling the metal bars as hard as she could, but the lock refused to give.

It didn’t surprise her to have darkness in her heart. In fact, what surprised her was how small it was. Kagome was the type of person to pick herself back up again, she never lost hope. In the era they were living in right now, darkness surrounded them, but it was what they fought for that made the difference. She knew that was what had divided her from Kikyo. She knew she’d been strong enough to avoid allowing it to take over her. But, she was human. Kagome was a human who’d been through a lot, who’d had her heart broken, who’d seen others have their hearts broken, who’d had her world turned upside down over and over. So, she wasn’t upset to know her heart had taken a hit. She was upset that her anguish was being manipulated against her.

How was she going to get out of this? Her back was bare; she didn’t have a single weapon on her. She stood in her cage in nothing but the clothes she’d donned that day, stripped of her bag, her arrows, and even her father’s blade in her boot. It was like the demon wanted her to feel as vulnerable as could be, to watch helplessly while he plotted in her own body.

Still, she shook the door of her crate, the metal hitting loudly, echoing, muting her scream as she demanded to be set free. Kagome refused to be a prisoner in her own mind, her own vessel. If he thought she was annoying now, she was going to create as much noise as she possibly could to give this guy a pounding migraine. Hopefully it would throw him off or distract him, though he seemed well versed in tuning things out. It was the best option she had until something better came along, and it was more important that she didn’t sit back and take it.

“Naraku’s not going to be too happy to learn she’s still alive.” Hakudoshi mentioned. “Though, given there was no validation of her death, he was fifty-fifty on the possibility, so maybe he’ll just do his notorious grunt before giving us our next orders to kill her. Which brings me to my next course of action. See, I honestly didn’t expect all of you guys to show up, no less the conjurer. I was trying to draw in Sesshomaru. I’ve been bored and felt like taunting him a bit, and since Naraku asked us to dispose of him, I figured I’d have some fun beforehand. Goshinki went one way, I went the other, and I was really hoping Sesshomaru would follow in my direction, but my dumbass of a brother broke his muzzle and found some villagers to eat, which stole Sesshomaru’s attention from right under me. Anyway, in you guys walk, and the moment I saw the conjurer, I couldn’t resist. Now, I’m toying with the idea of taking her back to Naraku. It’d save us both an enormous amount of time -“

“No.” Inuyasha rumbled.

“-and he can choose whether to keep control over her and use her to gain the power he’s always wanted, or kill her on the spot and remove any inconsequential threat she thought she ever was.”

“Like hell!” He barked.

“Right, right. Of course, you object. That’s to be expected, but it brings us around full circle. Obviously, you all were going to die the moment you set foot in this cave. No matter what, Sesshomaru and the wolf were going to be goners today, and Koga made our jobs a hell of a lot easier by bringing Inuyasha along. The rest of you are just bonuses, I guess. The thing about me is, I’m not really the, um, remorseful type.” Kagome leaned her head to the side, the smallest smile curling her lips. “I like it when people scream. Watching blood seep from wounds excites me more than anything I’ve ever experienced. I couldn’t have imagined a better scenario. Now you all get to die by the hands of someone you care so much for.”

“Kagome.” Sango stepped forward, a valorous pinch to her brow appearing. “Kagome, you have to fight harder. I know you’re in there, I know you can hear me. Kick his ass. Push him out. Push him out.”

Kagome’s eyes were on Sango now, and for a moment, her expression had completely fallen. Her lips were straight, brow was uncreased, and her entire body had stilled. Then, she dropped her gaze, a shudder running over her, and a pout formed so fully that her chin quivered.

“S-Sango?” Kagome trembled.

“Kagome!” Her friend called urgently. “We’re all right here! We know you can do it!”

“It’s so cold.”

“Keep fighting! Keep -“ A flash of heat ran through Sango’s veins when she stopped, realizing Kagome’s frown had crumbled and it seemed like she was pinching back her laughter. Gradually, her stomach shook with amusement and a snort came through her nose, giving in to the one-sided humor of the situation as she laughed.

“Man, you should have seen your face!” Hakudoshi gloated. “How could you fall for that so easily!? You’re clearly not the brains of the group!”

“You’re despicable.” She said through clenched teeth.

“Thank you.” He replied with a grin.

“You guys need to go.” Inuyasha spoke lowly. “Find Hakudoshi. Kill him.”

“What’s that you’re saying over there?” Kagome rose her eyebrows in question, her head inching to the side curiously. “Trying the whole divide and conquer thing?”

“Go.”

“Inuyasha…” Miroku started, appearing more tense than he had before.

Was he expected to just run off and leave her behind? Sure, Inuyasha was strong and he and Kagome clearly cared about each other, but this was his family. This was his cousin, his little sister, being manipulated right now, and he was being told to leave her to someone else to take care of? That wasn’t going to sit right with him. It was logical that Inuyasha would be better at tending to this situation given he was stronger and faster, but Miroku was struggling with the aspect of leaving her at all.

Hakudoshi took the moment to shrug everything off of Kagome’s back, heedlessly dropping her bag to the floor before returning her quiver full of arrows where they belonged.

“Ah, that’s better.” She spoke, wiggling her shoulders freely before pulling an arrow free. “Miroku, tell me she won’t do it again.”

“You need to go.” Inuyasha insisted, giving the guy beside him a pressing look. “Get out of here.”

“I can’t leave her.”

Hakudoshi lined up the nock of her arrow with the string of her bow, utilizing Kagome’s skills by simply reaching into her brain. It didn’t matter if he had never shot before. Kagome knew how, and it was her being he inhabited. Anything she knew how to do, he was able to do as well. Pulling the string back, he leveled his aim, lining the arrowhead up in Miroku’s direction.

“Awe, let him stay, Inuyasha.”

“Look, I can’t protect you and her at the same time. It’s better if you go and find him. You need to save her.”

“Inuyasha’s right, dude.” Koga concurred. “We’ll only be in the way, and for what?”

“To help!” Miroku strongly stated.

“Where’s that arrow aimed, Miroku? You think you’re helping right now?”

“They’re right.” Sango said, backing up. “Inuyasha can handle this. We’ll be of more help if we find that bastard.”

“But-“

“I can sense your anxiety.” Hakudoshi grinned, teasing them all, adding to the tension on their shoulders. “You really think it’s gonna be that easy to find me? Do you think my body is somewhere in this cave, sitting helplessly alone? Don’t take me for a fool. Of all of Naraku’s creations, I am the genius. I am the more cunning. I am the imperceptibly strong one. You think Naraku made me a child for nothing? No. It was to deceive everyone. It was to strike more fear. You may only see your precious Kagome right now, but believe you me, you’ll be an idiot to think finding and killing me will be as easy as running off to save the day.”

“Oh, shut up!” Inuyasha commanded angrily. “The only thing you’re good at is fucking with people’s heads. You want to make us think it’s going to be difficult so we second guess or stall. Well, it doesn’t fucking matter. Either way, you’ve fucked with the wrong person.”

“Oh no, I’m shaking in my boots. Whatever shall I do?” She giggled. “I’m not just good at messing with your head, Inuyasha. Want to watch me drag you all down one-by-one? She’s yelling right now. Kagome’s trying so hard to break free, and she’s frustrated that she’s gotten nowhere. She’s beginning to lose hope. She’s really reliant on her weapons, isn’t she? Without them, she’s powerless, and boy is that catching up to her right now. ‘Inuyasha! Inuyasha, please!’” Hakudoshi called out in the exact scream Kagome was internally fighting with.

The hanyou flinched painfully, his jaw tensing, and a trembling breath left his nose. Every muscle in his body went unbelievably taut for a moment, horrified by how scared she was. He’d had to fight his instincts to protect her, because he couldn’t. He couldn’t do a damn thing for her right now except face her as she currently was.

“Miroku, she just wants to make you proud. Awe, you two have such a sweet bond, don’t you?” Hakudoshi said, violating Kagome’s mind as he discovered her thoughts, her emotions, laying them out on the table for everyone. No longer did she wear a smile. In fact, she seemed nothing short of serious now. As if hurting people was a business matter. “Grew up together, got into trouble together, lost your fathers together. The look on your face when you watched your one remaining parent die has stuck in her head for even this long. Wow, it’s so vivid, too.”

“Stop it.” Miroku muttered.

“You only held it for a moment before you realized she was looking. Then, you wiped it off and never showed it again, and she didn’t know why. But, it’s stuck with her ever since. Oh god, and your fathers went down in flames, didn’t they? Fire and bloodshed, demons everywhere, they were doomed from the start. You were trying to stop the bleeding even after your father shut his eyes. She saw you put on that brave face when it made the least amount of sense, and since then, she’s felt like she needs to put one on with you too in order to be taken seriously.”

“That’s not true.”

“Isn’t it?”

“I know her better than anyone does. She knows perfectly well that I respect her and take her seriously whether she’s got a brave face on or not.”

“Knowing her better is irrelevant, Miroku. I’m in her head. I can see everything. You want me to scream again so that you’ll believe me, or what?”

“No!” He quickly sputtered, terrified to hear her desperation again. “No.”

Hakudoshi blinked, lowering the bow and arrow Kagome held. Her plush lips were relaxed together, and her gaze lowered just for a second before he looked back to her cousin.

“Her heart’s pounding right now. She’s scared. She really doesn’t like that you’re the one I’m threatening.” He cocked a brow in speculation, and as he continued speaking, it was more to converse inward than anything. “Would you rather Inuyasha? No? Sango? No, again? Koga?” He sighed in irritation, re-stringing the arrow. “Then, silence.”

“Go.” Inuyasha urged, feeling the gravity of the situation upsurge dauntingly. “You guys need to go.”

“What are you gonna do?” Miroku inquired when Koga grabbed his shoulder and began pulling him back to continue through the tunnels.

“Whatever the fuck I can.”

“No! I’m staying with you!”

“Oh, please do.” Kagome’s voice sinisterly brushed their ears while she once more aimed.

“Miroku, I know you don’t trust me yet, but right now, you’re going to have to!” He barked, shoving Miroku away. “What the fuck are you so worried about!? If anyone’s in fucking danger here, it’s me! So, if I have to tell you to get out of my way one more fucking time, I’m gonna kick your ass!”

“Let’s go, Miroku!” Sango dropped Kirara to transform, reaching for her boyfriend’s arm to pull back.

Kagome inched her arrow back further, pinching an eye shut for better aim.

“We’ve got this, Inuyasha.” Koga promised.

Inuyasha had turned away to regard them for a split second, grateful that Miroku had finally given up his obstinance, when he felt the incoming threat. Thinking as quickly as he could, he pulled Tessaiga, the sword transforming as each inch was freed from its sheath, jutting it out to successfully block the shot that was too close to hitting Miroku in the back.

In his peripherals, he’d caught Kagome waver. Her head had notched to the side and her hands twitched. Her face had twisted almost painfully, but before long, her deadly stare was back. As if it had never left.

“Oh, you’re fast!” Hakudoshi grinned.

Tessaiga transformed when defending against her arrow. It had been calling for his attention on his hip. No. He was almost scared to see if his hunch was true, but he had to. Turning back forward, Inuyasha squared, holding Tessaiga in the direction Kagome stood and watching as it stayed transformed, swirling with energy that should have died off. As if betrayed, he nearly dropped his sword to the ground. It was detestable, compromised, ruined, wrong. Tessaiga didn’t work against Kagome. It wasn’t supposed to. He’d figured out a while ago that it was meant to aid her. It was meant to protect her. Fate was a funny thing, and it managed to tell him he was born to be by her side, not opposing her.

“Inuyasha.” Miroku whispered apprehensively.

The hanyou slid his sword back into its sheath, and then removed the sheath entirely from his belt, tossing it to the side. “Go. I promise, I won’t hurt her.”

Finally, he heard them run off, the sound of their feet fading down a corridor as they rushed to find Hakudoshi. There was a chance. Before, her fidgeting, that was Kagome trying to regain control. It had to be. Hakudoshi had almost struck her cousin, of course she was going to object powerfully. Inuyasha could reach her, he was confident of which. It was going to be tricky, but it was possible. She was conscious in there.

“So, it’s lover versus lover, is it?”

“Kagome.“

“You realize you’re part demon, right?”

“Baby, I know you’re giving it your all right now, but you’ve gotta put in a little more effort.”

“All I have to do is flip that switch in her brain to use her conjurer abilities.”

“Push him out, kid.”

“It won’t even take a lot. You’re only half demon, so with the power coming from her, I’d say ten percent would be enough to do you in. Twelve percent to be safe. Six percent if I want you to suffer.”

“Come on, kid. Fight.” Inuyasha pushed.

“Oh, give it a rest.” The grumble in her voice was deep, another octave she rarely used. “All you’re doing is agitating her; you’re not helping her any. What is this? You think some motivational speech is all you’re gonna need to save her life? Or, is it your own life that you’re more worried about?”

Inuyasha could barely fight his glower. It felt off giving it to Kagome, but it wasn’t Kagome it was intended for. It was Naraku’s minion. Hakudoshi was lucky it wasn’t he going after him, because Inuyasha would make his death agonizing. As if he didn’t already hate Kagome being touched as it was, she was now being held captive from the inside. He wanted Hakudoshi to beg for forgiveness before he ended his meager existence.

At the exact same time that Koga had sensed something was off, Kirara gave a low growl of warning, reinforcing the wolf demon’s decision to stop immediately. The further they’d gone down the corridors, the darker it had become, and the drip of water echoed loudly in a cavern up ahead. Quickly assessing it, Koga could tell there were no living beings anywhere near, but that somewhere in the cave was another dangerous demon. It was either Hakudoshi’s body or the fucker wasn’t lying earlier.

“There may actually be someone else here. With him.” Koga mentioned to the others.

“Are we near them?” Sango asked.

“No. I can’t tell where they are, but the further we get from Kagome and Inuyasha, the more clear their energy is becoming.”

All he smelled was Naraku, though. Which meant, no matter what, they were going up against an underling. Considering he was traveling with two humans, Koga almost wished they were facing an off-brand demon. These were like mini bosses before the big boss, and Koga just wasn’t sure how skilled these humans were with the weapons belted to their sides. Would they pull through and be actual assets to him, or was he about to have to keep their lives in tact while facing a direct descendant of Naraku, himself?

“Stay close. Follow orders. You go against anything I say, I’m knocking you out myself so I don’t have to deal with saving your sorry asses. Got it?”

“Who died and made you king?” Miroku grimaced.

“The previous leader of my clan.” Koga snorted.

Miroku and Sango exchanged a bemused look before shifting back to Koga.

“I’m the leader of the wolf demon pack. That may mean nothing to you, but let it mean something here. I know how to look out for people, I know how to make quick decisions in the heat of battle, and I know how to make the best calls. We’re all fighting for the same thing, right? So keep up and don’t hold me back.”

“How about, you don’t hold us back.” Sango countered, slanting her eyes brazenly. “There. You wanted a challenge, right? You wanted to make sure we weren’t submissive and weak? Well, go ahead. Lead the way, King Wolf Demon. We’ve got your back.”

“How far ahead do you think they are?” Miroku inquired, gazing into the dark shadows in front of him.

“Not sure.” Koga replied, impressed by the boldness of the woman. She was gutsy, he could grasp that much. “It helps that Hakudoshi’s presence isn’t hanging over us anymore. Now that it’s centered, whomever’s with him is standing out.”

“You can’t follow their scent?”

“I only smell Naraku, but it’s all over the place. It’s like they’ve touched every fucking wall in this maze to throw us off.”

“They probably have.” Sango agreed. “It would be a good reason to back up Hakudoshi’s arrogance regarding our difficulty finding him.”

“So, we go forward, right?” Miroku asked.

“Only way to figure out where the scent gets stronger. Be on your guard.”

Kagome was protesting as hard as she could, wrestling, yelling, trying to break the lock on her cage. Hakudoshi was reaching back to equip another arrow, and he was moving agonizingly slowly. His way of taunting both she and Inuyasha with the threat.

“Stop it!” She demanded. “I won’t let you hurt him!”

But, she went ignored. Time and time again, she went ignored. What did she have to do? What had she done earlier to make Hakudoshi’s control falter when he’d shot at Miroku? She was frantic and scared, and she was resisting. She was resisting, and that resistance was like the spark of a flame in the kindling. While she pulled back, there was a thump in her core that pushed forward, but what was it? How did she fan the spark to grow into flames? How did she do it again?

“What would you do if I spoke to you entirely like I was Kagome from this point forward?” Hakudoshi asked, aiming an arrow at Inuyasha.

The hanyou didn’t answer. The bastard would have him dead in a second if he didn’t think up a plan, and he needed to be quick. He’d need to dodge and then he’d need to disarm him. That was the best course of action. Pinning her down would be second. He had to believe that the rest of the group would pull through, would kill the brat and free Kagome. Until then, he was going to have to do everything he could to survive, which may very well be as difficult as facing Kagome in the flesh. He knew what she could do, and this child was inside of her putting her skills to the test. Against him. If he really could utilize her conjurer powers, Inuyasha would have to be incredibly careful. It was ironic to think about, a demon using conjurer powers, but wasn’t something he was willing to underestimate. Technically, he was just possessing her, not completely encapsulating her body as it was easy to assume. Which meant, Hakudoshi probably wasn’t all talk.

“Her mannerisms are right here.” He pointed to her head, nearly nicking her flesh with the arrowhead. “Oh, whoops.” He flinched too casually, cringing at his mistake.

Inuyasha had had to tense rigidly to avoid reacting. He couldn’t feed into Hakudoshi’s bullshit. It would egg him on. It could potentially cause him to actually hurt Kagome, and Inuyasha refused to allow that.

“So, anyway, what’s your plan? You really gonna fight Kagome? Or are you gonna take every hit she throws at you?” When Inuyasha neglected to answer, she shrugged her brows. “Silent treatment, huh? I bet you wouldn’t ignore your girlfriend.”

Her expression softened, brown eyes shimmering as they always had as a very soft curve appeared on her lips. When she spoke then, it was in her natural tone, and it struck Inuyasha directly in the heart. “I understand if you can’t fight me. This is scaring me, too. But, can you do me a favor?”

It took everything in him not to respond, but he’d failed to keep all of his reflexes at bay. His amber eyes flickered away and his frown deepened momentarily before he forced himself to look back at her. Whatever existed of Kagome’s smile had shifted as she now worried her bottom lip between her teeth, and her gaze had fallen to the rocky floor beneath their boots.

“Inuyasha, I really don’t want to hurt you.” She tremblingly admitted. “Kill me before I do. I can’t stop him. I’m trying so hard, but I can’t stop him. So, you have to stop me.”

“No!” He growled. “Stop it! Hakudoshi, stop it!”

“Baby, please.”

His stomach clenched painfully.

“Why can’t I break free? What do I do?”

“God fucking dammit, stop it!” Inuyasha slammed the heels of his palms into his temples.

Kagome began to walk closer, and the hanyou had to remind himself to take a step back. The aura coming off of her, the threat, it wasn’t hers and it was to be heeded. This wasn’t his girl he was up against; he couldn’t be fooled so easily. But, each step away from her was physically painful. He was supposed to be protecting her, but he was refusing her quivering form.

“Why won’t you let me near?”

“Knock it off already!”

“You have to promise me that you wont let me hurt you.” She whispered.

“Hakudoshi!” He back stepped again.

With a small groan, the demon relented. “Fine. This will be more fun, anyway.” He said, making Kagome grin as she lunged to attack Inuyasha.

Swiftly, he grabbed her wrists to protect himself, flinching back when she’d almost cut his face with the arrow. Getting her to drop the bow was easy, but her grip on the sharper object was white-knuckled and fierce. Already, he knew his hold on her was too strong, but he couldn’t let go just yet. He could feel the danger levels spiking, which made him believe Hakudoshi was legitimately using her conjurer powers. If he didn’t make her drop it soon, if Hakudoshi cut him, he could be severely hurt, and then what? Lose Kagome? Allow his death to sit on her shoulders? Neither were going to happen.

“Kid, keep fighting for me, okay?” He said directly to Kagome, thrusting her back against the cavern wall to smack her hand against the uneven rock. Finally, her grasp relented and the arrow slipped from her fingers.

“Remember when Naraku was holding me over the cliff?” Hakudoshi continued his charade, speaking as if he were Kagome again. “Just before I was thrown over, I wanted to tell you that I loved you. I didn’t want to die without you knowing.”

“Stop it!”

“And, I know you know now, but I feel like I should remind you.”

No, no, no. He couldn’t hear that. Hakudoshi or not, he didn’t want that tainted in this moment. They said those words so rarely, spoke their feelings through actions and other versions of affectionate discourse, but whenever that phrase did come out, he didn’t want it to throw him right back into this incident. He wouldn’t have it taken away from them. He was frenetic to shut Hakudoshi up.

He’d acted without thinking. It was a natural impulse, and before Inuyasha knew it, his knee was being thrusted up into Kagome’s diaphragm. She doubled over with a violent cough, her breath coming raggedly, unevenly, struggling at first until Hakudoshi started laughing with saliva dribbling over her lower lip.

Inuyasha had backed away in unrestrained regret, holding his hands out at his sides as if they’d abused their privileges. How could he? He’d hurt her.

“Holy crap, dude.” Hakudoshi guffawed, and Kagome’s voice both caressed and defiled his ears. He wished the possession changed her tone to the child’s. It was painful to hear her be talked through, no matter how out of character it’d been or not. “You really kneed her. That wasn’t even a warning tap either, that was a full on hit!”

“Fuck, baby! Fuck! I’m so sorry!”

“What kind of abusive boyfriend are you?” He asked, standing straight.

“Oh, fuck off!” Inuyasha ground out, setting his jaw irately. “You can’t get under my skin with that shit.”

“Maybe you’re right.” Hakudoshi bobbed her head. “Only, ‘I love you’ will do the trick.” She grinned tauntingly, picking up her foot to pull out the knife in her boot.

Kagome slowed down a moment. Too long, she’d been fighting the restraints of her bars and it was getting her no results. She needed to take a minute to analyze the situation, no matter how difficult it was to do right now. It was easier to let her nerves get the better of her, to keep fighting and struggling, but it was fruitless and Inuyasha needed her to come back to him.

She looked closer at the lock keeping her closed inside the cage. So many times, she’d kicked it with everything she had, applied her entire bodyweight into it, and the only thing she’d achieved in doing so was creating loud clanks to echo in the darkness she currently resided in. The lock didn’t look to have received any damage whatsoever. That was impossible. It should have at least sported a dent, or a nick. Something. This was getting her nowhere. Why?

Because, she wasn’t shut in by a key. Of course. She was confined by demonic energy. She’d been so heavily consumed by Hakudoshi’s that she hadn’t even been able to feel the power engulfing the thick, black padlock. That being said, she still wasn’t sure how the hell she was going to get out of there. Yet again, she was held back by her inability to transmit spiritual power into her hands.

That wasn’t going to work for her right now. Kagome had no other options. She couldn’t wait for an alternative to appear, because nothing ever would. She was going to bust out one way or the other, and this was how. Hakudoshi had no right to threaten Inuyasha with the power that was hers. It was hers. And, she was going to use it exactly as she willed.

Koga’s heart was beating hard, his lungs were pounding. It felt like they’d been traveling through the cave for way too long and only ended up turned around, but before he’d even sensed it, Kirara caught onto something to their right. She led the way, her hackles raising, her growl growing more violent when they finally found the right path. Koga felt it, too. Up ahead was a threat waiting for them. Literally waiting.

“For a while there, I honestly thought you’d never find us.” A woman spoke, her arms crossed over her center. “The child’s been out for half an hour now? Forty-five minutes? Were you guys walking or something?”

For a quick moment, Koga took in the sight before them. They were in another opening, one just a smidge more narrow than the other they’d left Inuyasha and Kagome in. Water had leaked in through the cave ceiling, coating the ground in puddles all around, the drip loud to his ears. The woman in front of them, she was tall. More interesting, she looked to be about as done with anyone’s shit before anything had even happened. It was like the expression of annoyance was forever etched into her skin, her eyes naturally slanted in that manner. Her hair was brown, medium-length, worn half up in a twisted bun that a white feather decoratively stuck out of. Red painted her lips, nearly matching her bold irises, and along her body, she wore a plain, black dress that dipped down low in the center of her chest.

On the floor at her side, a young child slumped in his seat. His hair was white, long, untamed. He was unconscious and still he managed to give Koga the creeps. Nothing more needed to be studied about him. That was Hakudoshi.

“Kagura?” He asked, just to be sure.

“Don’t try to be my friend just because you know Sesshomaru.” She shook her head, rolling her eyes. “I’m still under orders to kill you and protect this freak.”

“Because of Rin?”

“Because of Naraku.”

“Because he has Rin?”

She sighed out heatedly, shaking her head in irritation again. “You clearly already know the answer to that, so why are you asking?”

“Don’t you think it’d be easier to save her if we knew where Naraku was?” Koga tried, carefully stepping forward with a subtle hand gesture for Sango and Miroku to hang back. “Give me something that I can pass on to Sesshomaru. Better yet, come with us. We -“

“Stop.” She ordered abruptly, and it was said in a tone that brought Koga to listen. Very slowly, very steadily, she shifted her head from left to right, her scarlet eyes never parting from his azure. It was her way of conveying something she couldn’t say out loud, but whether he understood was up to him. Hakudoshi wasn’t completely unconscious; he could still hear everything. The last thing she wanted was him bringing anything back to Naraku, and that fucking rat would. “Back up.”

“I don’t want to fight you.” Koga admitted, following her gaze as she glanced over to the child’s limp form, then back up. What was she telling him?

“Then, this’ll be easy.” She said. This guy had to be as daft as they came. There was only one way to make this painfully obvious, so careful of the ruffle of her clothing, she grabbed her ear and once more looked at Hakudoshi. That seemed to do the trick. Koga stiffened slightly, nodding in comprehension.

“Kagura, what am I supposed to tell Sesshomaru?”

“Nothing.” She frowned. “You aren’t leaving here today. So, I suggest you fight, or you’ll die in shame.”

As Hakudoshi lunged at Inuyasha, Inuyasha had to be quick to grab Kagome’s wrist again. He couldn’t afford to be conscientious or apologetic right now. He had to disarm her and pin her down. Swiftly, he stepped a leg behind her ankle, shoving her back to throw off her balance, and dropped down to the floor with her. He tried smashing her hand against the ground to make her fingers release their grip on the blade, but they actively refused. She held onto the knife for dear life, and Inuyasha had to shove the worry that his clutch was bruising her to the back of his mind.

“The first time we made love -“

“No! Shut up!” Inuyasha demanded, silencing her sweet voice. “Get out of her head!”

“Make me.” She rumbled seductively, the switch in her timbre nearly giving him whiplash. “Of course, that brings us to the third time we made love.”

“Fuck you.” He growled, pinning her still as she tried to buck him off. “Those are intimate moments between she and I.”

“Not anymore.”

Inuyasha thrusted her hand along the ground again, fighting against her incessant battle to stab him, but still she clung to the dagger with a grasp that would not yield. He was just going to have to pry it away from her, then.

It was difficult, but his main focus had to be her dominant arm. He couldn’t let go of it whatsoever, so he had to figure out a way to use his hand that restrained her left. Dragging it down, despite her opposing struggle, Inuyasha managed to capture it beneath his knee, freeing his own hand to force her fingers to release the knife. She’d given a jolt and the sharp blade clipped his palm, making the hanyou hasty to retract back.

“Man, I really messed that up, didn’t I?” Kagome giggled. “I’ll admit, it’s hard to multitask. This lady’s got it down to an art.”

There was no conjurer power that backed up her attack, and Inuyasha got fucking lucky. His hand was seeping blood now, but he didn’t have time to even think about it. It was actually working in his favor. The more blood that got on her hand from his prying, the more slippery her grip became. Finally, Inuyasha stole the dagger away, dropping it to the side of his leg as he quickly rolled her over to her stomach.

God, he’d forgotten how fast she could be. Immediately, Kagome was pushing up against him, and he’d barely been able to really define his dominance. He had to apply his knee to her back to shove her back down while he expeditiously scooped the arrows from her quiver and threw them out of reach.

“You fucking jackass!” Hakudoshi protested on a wheezy breath.

Inuyasha removed his knee, realizing his bodyweight was hindering her breathing, and everything else was by pure instinct. He’d jerked one hand behind her back, hiking it up so she had limited use of her shoulder, and took a solid grip in her hair. Maybe he’d gotten too lost in the moment, too aggressive. He could feel how forcefully he was pinning her down, feel her cheek scrape against the rock, but it wasn’t until she cried out that he slackened.

“Ow. Inuyasha, you’re hurting me.” Kagome moaned.

“Shit!” It was reflex, his reaction to let her go. But, he shouldn’t have been so precipitous. He hadn’t realized her free hand had reached for the blade he’d thoughtlessly dropped so close. Kagome rolled over nimbly, and Inuyasha hardly had time to react. She swung the dagger at him, and he was incredibly fucking grateful it was in her non-dominant hand, because it was held at an angle that gave him the advantage to jump away without harm in the nick of time.

“Wow, you really are weak for her.” Hakudoshi commented, rising to Kagome’s knees. “If you don’t wisen up, those emotions will be the very thing that kill you.”

“Shut the fuck up.” Inuyasha responded, wiping the blood from his hand on his pant leg, a vain effort as he felt more warm liquid cover over the burning wound. He had to ignore the angry spot on her cheek he’d caused, one that went right over the small scrape she’d received the day before, making it larger, darker.

“You know, maybe I’m going about this all wrong. Maybe I’m attacking the wrong person.” Kagome smiled mischievously.

Immediately, Inuyasha knew where Hakudoshi’s thought process was headed and he stiffened.

Steadily, Kagome lowered the knife to her thigh, scratching the blade against the texture of her pants. “What if I -“

He’d moved promptly, he had no choice. He went to pin her down again, to steal the dagger from her grasp once more. He was going to throw it so far away that it’d be lost in the shadows and worthless to find in the depths of a struggle. But, Hakudoshi got the better of him that time. Inuyasha hadn’t established proper form, and Kagome bucked her hips upward, tumbling his balance and rolling him over.

Good fucking god, she was strong. He was hanyou, he had formidable strength, and yes, the fear of hurting her was drastically holding him back from doing anything too impetuous, but he was now in a pressing conflict. The knife was inches from his throat, and she was pushing all of her weight down into him. Inuyasha was lucky he was quick enough to stop it in time from stabbing him through, and now he was fighting to keep her lifted so she didn’t succeed.

“Kagome, baby!” He called warily. “I could really use your help right about now!”

“Kagome says to suck a dick.” Hakudoshi grinned.

“Kagome!” His options were limited. Rolling her off of him was a feeble choice if she still had the fucking knife, though it gave him an opportunity to pick himself up and create space. There was the potential that she’d be faster in that sort of predicament, and that obviously needed to be taken into consideration. He desperately needed to disarm her and he needed to act quickly, because she was bouncing her weight down on the dagger now in an attempt to wear out his muscles.

His best option was to take her by surprise. He needed a split second, that was all. He had no choice, and he would make up for it in whatever way that he could later. For now, Inuyasha fixed his grip on her hands holding the knife with one palm, trusting the strength in his arm, and with the one he now freed, he slapped Kagome in the face with what was absolutely too much vigor. But, it worked. Hakudoshi was discombobulated for an extremely brief moment, a gasp leaving her lips, eyes wide from the jolt of it, and Inuyasha utilized the time to push Kagome back and rip the knife from her fucking hands, throwing it in a direction unknown even to him.

Hakudoshi began thrashing against Inuyasha. He hit him back, he scratched, he laughed wickedly, and it was difficult for the hanyou to take hold of Kagome’s wrists again with how wild Hakudoshi made her flail. Inuyasha was trying. He was sorely trying to get her under control, only really failing to block one good hit from her, and when he’d thought he had a forearm in his grasp, Kagome sprung off of him, ripping herself free to run toward something.

He rolled himself over and pushed himself up, his body going insurmountably tense in response to what he was facing that his gasp was silent and nothing more than a hitch in his chest. Hakudoshi had snagged an arrow and her bow, and was inching it up to aim at him. Kagome’s smile was one of victory, her bottom lip stained with blood he’d caused her to bleed.

She was furious. She was screaming. She was desperate and frantic. This was her body, and Kagome had no control over it. This was her mind, and it wasn’t listening to a thing she was saying. What caused her stomach to ache painfully was that she could feel Hakudoshi pulling her spiritual power, rounding it up, saturating an arrow as he aimed it at Inuyasha. Hakudoshi had the upper hand, she could practically see it, and her panic was beginning to overwhelm every inch of her.

“Inuyasha, run!” Kagome cried, but unsurprisingly, she went unheard. Until Hakudoshi had the audacity to tease by repeating it. His tone held no inflection. It was said casually, carelessly.

“Inuyasha, run.”

“Please! Run!”

“Please. Run.”

“No.” He replied gruffly, and Kagome froze, realizing he was replying to her. “I won’t leave without you.”

Hakudoshi inched her arrow back to create a tauter string, and she could feel that he was about to release it. No. No!

Feeling helpless, Kagome shook the bars of her cage again, frenzied enough to try anything to save him. She was hot all over, her heart was pounding erratically, her mind was racing a mile a minute.

“Stop!” She screamed. “Stop it!”

This wasn’t supposed to be happening. This was her body, dammit. This was her mind, this was her heart, this was her ability. Why wouldn’t her powers work for her? Why would they never work this way? She’d been trying to burst the lock, and nothing. Failure was not an option right now, she needed to recondition her strength.

Protect yourself for me, my little bird. Keep it in its cage.

Her father. His words. It rang so relevant right now that it hurt. She was nothing but a little bird trapped in a cage, but it was the most unsafe she’d ever felt. Her papa thought it’d be her salvation, to hide away, but this was irony at its worst. The fact of the matter was, her powers weren’t what put her in danger. It was the people around her. The people against her. Locking her gifts up to defend herself had been the counterintuitive option all along.

“They’re mine, Hakudoshi! Stop!” He was about to shoot and Kagome was terrified, shouting so loud that her voice broke. “They’re my powers! You can’t use them!” She rattled her cage defiantly, feeling a pull in her abdomen that helped her push against her restraints. “They’re mine! Not Midoriko’s, not Kikyo’s, not yours, they’re mine!” Hakudoshi released his shot. “Get out!”

Inuyasha grunted, the sharp strike of her arrowhead piercing the right side of his chest, causing him to stumble backwards a few feet until he hit the wall. There was nothing in her arrow. He was dealt nothing more than a painful blow through his flesh. Still, he found himself holding his breath anxiously. Her powers would have taken effect by now, right? The tail of the weapon stuck out in front of him, and he watched it to see if it would disintegrate. When nothing happened for thirty seconds, Inuyasha nearly slumped in relief.

There it was, she could feel it. Hakudoshi’s hold on her was destabilizing. Warmth radiated from her being, and Kagome urged it to grow. He was trying to reattain his control, like hands slipping over an oil-slicked rope, but she couldn’t allow that. The fire charred the kindling in her core and raged violently within her. It hurt, but she didn’t care. She let it expand through her veins, through her flesh, through her fingertips.

“Get out!” She repeated vehemently, doubling over as she vividly visualized the demon expelling from her soul. “GET OUT OF ME!”

Inuyasha watched Kagome’s frame fold, falling to her hands and knees as unrestrained grunts and groans left her mouth. Her fingers raked against the rock beneath her, and letting go of a cry, she stumbled down to her forearms with a wild tremor that racked her entire body.

“Kid?” He spoke through heavy breaths from his lungs.

“Get -“ She was fighting. She was pushing so hard, and he felt a manic energy soaring from her that greatly intimidated him. Kagome was giving more than what she had to free herself that her voice came out low and throaty, like she was forcing her words out while her body was battling intensely that it was nearly impossible to use her vocal cords. “Get out!”

It was her. Inuyasha’s stomach twisted achingly, desperately needing to support her, to be next to her. “Kagome!”

He ripped the arrow from his chest, clenching his throat to swallow the pained moan. It was unimportant in retrospect. Fuck his discomfort, he had more critical things to worry about right now. Inuyasha pushed himself from the cavern wall, sprinting over to Kagome’s crumpled body and skidding to his knees.

“Don’t touch me!” She screamed at him, and the hanyou went rigid. His hands hovered just inches above her back, twitching as he struggled with himself to listen to her.

“Kagome, it’s me!”

“It’ll hurt you! My power! It’ll - It’ll hurt you!” She claimed through choked exhales.

It was emanating from her. That’s what he was feeling. He may not be able to see it, but she was shrouded in her conjurer strength, seemingly able to do what she’d never been able to before as she fought back against Hakudoshi.

“He won’t -“ Kagome released a wrenching sob, trying to pick herself up to her hands but collapsing back down. “He won’t let me go. He’s still here.”

“Keep going, baby!” Inuyasha encouraged, dropping his palms to the earth while staying as close as allowed. “Fight him! You can do this!”

“Get out!”

“You can do this!”

Kagome whimpered through the engulfing and searing heat of the flames, taking as deep a breath as she could muster in an effort to fan the fire and keep it growing. Blinking open her eyes, she could see how vibrant the lavender of her power was, appearing like a legitimate blaze from her skin. At this point, Hakudoshi’s presence was barely lingering. She needed to be diligent to make sure there wasn’t an ounce of him left in her soul. If she wasn’t thorough in getting all of him out, he could potentially seep back in to take rein of her again.

Never. She wouldn’t allow it. She was going to make him regret ever taking her hostage, she was going to make him regret ever using her against her people.

“Let me go!” She demanded, slamming her fist against the ground.

“Good, Kagome! Fight him! You’ve got this!” Inuyasha shouted.

He was in her heart. He was clinging to the small fleck of darkness that’d been created from the times she’d endured, his grimy hands slipping but catching, slipping and catching again. Kagome tensed her breath then, concentrating her strength there as it torched and incinerated whatever presence he left within her. It was overkill, but it was necessary. She felt like she’d inhaled smoke, coughing and sputtering when she finally breathed again, but that was it. She was freed.

Hakudoshi was gone.

Inuyasha felt her powers calm, but didn’t reach for her just yet. Gradually, the stiffness in her muscles noticeably decreased. Kagome was gasping in air, her back excessively rising and falling with how her lungs pumped, but progressively, her body was relaxing.

“Kagome?” He whispered.

She couldn’t help the chuckle of relief that left her mouth, or the way her arms refused to work with her, failing to even try and pick herself up. Her head went from the balance on her forearm to the hard surface of the ground as her rear sank back to rest against her legs. It didn’t matter that her head scraped along, nothing mattered in that moment. She was too fatigued to care, or feel pain, or worry about anything more.

Extremely sluggishly, Kagome reached out with one hand, blindly feeling around for Inuyasha. He was still there, she could sense him, but words weren’t coming to her right now. All she wanted was his touch. She wanted to feel his warmth, his callouses. With her opposite hand, the side she’d yet to try, the side she’d assumed he had to be closer to, Kagome turned it over, sliding it out in the hopes that he would know what she wanted.

Inuyasha swallowed thickly, hoping he was reading her right. She was searching for him, wasn’t she? With her hand opened for him, he slid his fingers within, feeling the sweat that coated it and sighing out so deeply the moment her fingers curled to hold him there.

“Is it you?” He asked, unable to control himself any longer as he scooted closer. “Are you back?”

Kagome hummed, nodding lazily.

Inuyasha made haste to pick her up. He released her hand, grabbing around her shoulders to pull her to a sit so that she wouldn’t have to push with her defeated muscles. Her dark hair was everywhere, but she managed to sweep her arm over to fix the tresses out of her face, a small smile curving her plush and blood-stained lips. But, her eyes. Though lidded, they glimmered with tears and the earthy tones pulled him right back home.

“You did it.” He chuckled proudly, sweeping hair behind her ears as he admired her for all that she deserved. “You did it, baby.”

His fingers trembled as much as she, the ice was finally leaving his bloodstream, and Inuyasha cradled her jaw when Kagome finally got a good grasp on supporting herself. As tears fell to streak her cheeks, he gently swiped his thumbs to clean each one, careful of any sensitive marks that marred her face.

“I’m sorry. Fuck, I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to hurt you.”

Kagome leaned into his attention, uncaring of how she felt or looked while she couldn’t take her eyes from the wound in his chest. Though his shirt was black, she could still see the blood causing the cloth to stick to his skin, seeping through in a thick coating. Her fingers shakily reached for the injury she’d inflicted, stopped by his quicker hand when he grabbed her wrist and brought her knuckles up to kiss.

“I’m sorry.” She cried.

“Don’t be. You saved my ass, kid.”

“No, I -“

“You didn’t hurt me. I promise. This wasn’t you, baby, remember that.”

Feeling like she needed him or else she’d be unstable and incomplete, Kagome urgently grabbed his shirt and pulled for him, nearly losing her meager balance in the process. Inuyasha wasn’t hesitant in the least to comply. He moved closer at the same time he gathered her forward, hugging her tight while breathing her in.

“Are you okay, kid? You okay?” He rushed to ask, taking her jaw again to tilt her head to the side and analyze the blemishing of her face.

“I’m fine.” She replied.

Inuyasha swiped his thumb over her bottom lip and froze when she winced. Reflexively, Kagome sucked in her lip, finally tasting the copper as her tongue traced over the cut that bled. It must have collided against her teeth when he’d hit her. She could hear everything, she was aware of the general happenings of the fight going on, but given it wasn’t a direct reality for her, it was weird coming back to deal with the repercussions of it.

“Oh, that was a good one.” She commented, and Inuyasha immediately released her, a look of panic striking his expression. He’d almost backed away fearfully before Kagome reached for him, and she steadily pulled his hands back toward her. “No, it’s okay! Inuyasha,” She hovered one of his hands by her cheek before she nuzzled into it. “It’s okay. I promise.”

“I hurt you.” He breathed contritely.

“You didn’t do it on purpose. You were defending yourself. I’d have a problem with you if you hadn’t.” Kagome brought the other back to hold her as he had been.

Inuyasha curled into her, tilting her face again as he softly brushed a kiss to her scraped cheek. The tremble in her fingers was increasing, the shock of the situation really settling in. They rested on his forearms, her hold barely there anymore. She had to be fucking exhausted. It had to be so hard just sitting up right now. Her eyes were sunken and hooded, her smile was present but listless, her skin was pale and clammy, yet she still pushed through it all instead of collapsing and saving affection for later.

With a kiss to her forehead, he decided it was best to gather everything up. The battle wasn’t over. As much as he wanted to get her out of there, he needed to help the others, and Kagome was undoubtedly safer with him at this point.

Making sure she could support herself, he stood to find the knife he’d tossed. Thankfully, her scent was good guidance, and he was able to locate it hidden in the shadows in the distance. He fixed that in his belt before he picked up her arrows, unsurprised when he heard that grumble come from her as her stomach clenched in pain. Inuyasha made his way back calmly, smoothly, setting everything down beside him so that he could pull her hair out of the way. His hand was gentle as it stroked her back, soothing her heaves while she vomited.

“You’re okay.” He kissed her shoulder. “You’re okay, babe. You did such a good job. I’m so proud of you.”

Kagome coughed, a shuddering whimper following her discomfort, but Inuyasha continued to console her the best that he could. This was to be expected. She’d busted her ass saving them both and presented a level of power neither of them had yet to see. He’d take care of her tonight. He’d watch her carefully, he’d tend to everything she needed. Thankfully, Kaede had given them some of her medicine that helped Kagome the first time around, so she’d at least be able to sleep through the evening and fight the fever with a little help.

He helped her crawl away from the mess, whispering that he’d be right back when he walked in the direction of their kicked-aside bag, grabbing Tessaiga not too far off along the way. He pulled out the canteen of water and opened it up, ambling back and handing it over for her to sip on.

“Where is everyone? Can you smell them?” Kagome asked as she handed the bottle back over to him.

“Yeah.” He gave a small nod, replacing the lid before reaching for her arrows to drop back in the quiver over her shoulder. Her bow was within reach, so he stretched from his spot, dragging it their way. “They’re somewhere deep, but I’ll be able to find them.”

“We’ll return for the bag later.” He said, helping her to her knees so she’d be able to rise easier. Turning around, the hanyou readied himself for her to climb on his back, keeping a grasp on her hand to help leverage her up before he scooped up her rear to support her.

Thankfully, he not only had multiple scents to guide his way, but just a mile in, he could catch the sounds of fighting, of yelling. The cat demon’s roar was distinct and echoed, and Inuyasha picked up his pace.

As he got closer, he scouted out a spot to tuck Kagome in. She was already growing feverish; he could feel it through his clothing. Her part was over, she’d done more than enough. Now, he needed to protect her.

“Stay here, okay?” He whispered as she settled into her little nook. Her body was tired, and she leaned against the rocks for support.

“I want to come with you.” She said, but everything else about her communicated otherwise.

“No,” He shook his head, smiling softly while pushing her bangs from her eyes. “We’ve got it from here, kid. I’ll come back for you. I promise.”

Inuyasha leaned forward and brushed a kiss to her forehead, feeling how she subtly relaxed. “Tell me you’ll stay here. Nod.”

Kagome gave a listless nod, her face expressionless as she fully sank back now.

“Good girl.” He cooed. “I’ll be right back.”

It looked like he hadn’t taken the exact turn everyone else had. The tunnel he inhabited inclined and he came out on a ledge overlooking the scene below. There was a wind picking up in the cavern, one that only bewildered Inuyasha for a second before he pieced together who the woman facing off with Koga and Sango was. Kagura could control the wind, keeping their advances at bay while assaulting them with sharp thrusts of rocks shooting mercilessly through the air. Miroku and Kirara faced a child, a malicious grin on the little one’s face as he whipped his white hair over his shoulder.

Hakudoshi.

Taking out his sword, Inuyasha jumped from his ledge, slicing through the current Kagura flared with a wind scar that carved a passage. The moment his feet were on the ground, he raised Tessaiga over his head and slammed it down, watching Miroku get shoved out of the way by the feral cat demon as his attack went straight for the evil child. A barrier protected Hakudoshi, forcing his second wind scar to trail right over him in a circular motion before dying off as it hit the far wall.

“Long time no see, half breed.” The boy sneered.

“Inuyasha!” Miroku called. “Kagome, where -“

“She’s fine. She’s safe.” He quickly replied, amber eyes never parting from the purple ones belonging to the demon child.

“Eh,” Hakudoshi’s top lip curled cynically. “You tend to use those words lightly, don’t you.”

“Fuck you.” Inuyasha spit.

“You did quite the number on her.”

The hanyou nearly dropped his sword in his vehemence, marching forward. He could see the arrogant twitch of Hakudoshi’s mouth, thinking he had the upper hand with his barrier, but with a tightening of Inuyasha’s grip, the fang of his sword grew red and he stabbed it through. The wall around the child disappeared, and it was pleasant to watch his expression dwindle instantly. His small legs hurried to back up as he tried to rebuild another barrier, but Inuyasha went and broke that one two, reaching forward to strike his face.

“Not so tough now, are you?” Inuyasha grabbed the demon by his neck, lifting him up, ignoring the way Hakudoshi clawed at his wrist and hand to be set free.

“Kagome blames you for not saving her when she was thrown from the cliff.” Hakudoshi claimed through his clenched throat, choking but still speaking tauntingly with whatever willpower he had. “She saw you trying to grab your sword, but couldn’t understand why you weren’t able to get it because it was right there. She thinks you should have been stronger. Stronger like Koga. Like your brother.”

“No, she doesn’t.” He evenly refuted.

She’d lied. She’d never intended to stay behind and wait. Kagome just knew it was the only way to keep Inuyasha from worrying. She would be upset with herself if she didn’t do everything she could to help, and there was still some fight left in her.

At first, she’d tried climbing to her feet, but her legs shook and gave out from beneath her. Twice, she’d tried to stand, but it was no use. Not even with the wall as support was she able to walk up the incline. Just trying to pick herself up was exhausting, her stomach wringing painfully, and she’d had to pause to pass some bile. Trembling horribly, Kagome wiped her mouth clean, continuing forward on her hands and knees.

It was a strenuous path uphill, but Kagome pushed herself as hard as she could, swallowing thickly to fight through her body’s resistance. She could hear the action, she could hear Hakudoshi spewing nonsense to try and hurt Inuyasha again, and she could practically feel just how livid Inuyasha was as he faced him. She wanted to see to his end. She didn’t want to risk him getting away. If anyone needed to be disposed of in Naraku’s army, it was him. He was the termite, the demon who destroyed you from the inside out, and he was going to choke on his arrogance today.

“Kagome thinks you could have done more to save your mother.”

“You’ve lost your spark since you can’t speak through her anymore.” Inuyasha firmed his hold on Hakudoshi’s throat.

He wheezed, his voice breaking, but still he continued. “You were fourteen, you weren’t helpless. Just inexperienced and stupid. That’s no excuse. You could have helped her.”

The hanyou turned around, walking back the way he came.

“Kagome believes she would have survived if only you were full demon. Your mother would have been better off.”

“Kirara,” He called, holding the child a little higher. “Hungry?”

Tossing Hakudoshi, the saber-toothed cat leapt forward and caught him in her mouth, biting down and vigorously shaking her head from side-to-side. His screams echoed as he was mauled alive, ripped apart in Kirara’s teeth.

Kagome perched on the edge of the ledge on her knees, aiming an arrow in her bow downward. It was almost too much effort to pull the string taut, the muscles in her arms quivering horribly, but she powered through. Supplying a lethal dosage of her power into her weapon, she locked on the best she could.

“Kirara, drop him!” She ordered, and the cat was obedient to the ring of her voice. Spitting the maimed demon out, she backed away and Kagome released her shot, killing off the wicked underling of Naraku.

She’d had to catch herself before falling forward, her balance off kilter, her body weak, her stomach objecting, but she swallowed the bile the best that she could. She had everyone’s attention now and there was still one demon left.

“Kagura!” Kagome stressed demandingly. “Go! If you want to protect Rin, then go! Now! Otherwise, we’ll have to kill you, too.”

“You aren’t even going to try to ask questions?” The woman asked through a tense jaw and uneven breaths. “You’re just going to let me go? Just like that? That doesn’t seem like the wisest thing to do.”

Aggravated, Kagome pulled an arrow from her quiver in a means to challenge her attitude, aiming it in her bow. It worked. She was stopped promptly by Kagura’s quick reaction to raise her arms in way of yield.

“Alright, alright.” She murmured. Her scarlet eyes looked the countering woman over, how she was fighting just to stay up. She was dangerous. She was a force to be reckoned with, and she could tell that with nothing but a glance. Kagura was there when Hakudoshi came to, and he hadn’t been touched with her around defending him. Which meant, Kagome had pushed him out. No one had ever succeeded at doing that before. Hakudoshi was violent and sadistic. He’d make a home out of your body and then kill you while he was in it. But, when he regained consciousness here, he was pissed. Which meant, he lost. He didn’t get up as easily, either. He seemed out of breath, he carried himself as if he’d been wounded, as if his strength had been compromised, and she couldn’t help but wonder if he’d been sent back not only with a damaged ego, but damage to his being, as well. “I hope you win, conjurer.” Kagura said before backing out, leaving the cavern.

With a breath of finality, Kagome let her hands fall to the ground beneath her, supporting her body the best she could. Spotting her cousin gazing at her with pressing concern, she gave a feeble wave, a smile containing minimal effort accompanying it as she gave a thumbs up. Miroku chuckled exasperatedly, rubbing his forehead in agitation before running his fingers through his hair.

“You said you’d stay.” Inuyasha said as soon as Kagome’s eyes glanced his way.

“Sorry.” She mouthed. Matching his tone, as light as it was, was just too much energy right now, and it was a struggle on its own not to collapse.

As if reading her fatigue clearly, Inuyasha effortlessly made his way back up to the ledge to check on her. The backs of his fingers caressed her cheeks, pushing hair from her face. She was burning up; it’d hit her hard this time. They needed to get her to a place where she could safely recuperate.

“I don’t think any of those things Hakudoshi said.” She whispered on an exhale. Her body gave the slightest sway, and Inuyasha’s hands moved to her sides to prevent her from falling.

“Shh,” He soothed. “I know you don’t.”

“I - I would never.” Kagome looked as if she were about to cry, sparring against her exhaustion to stay upright. “I think you’re perfect the way you are.”

“Kid, stop.” Inuyasha lulled. “Come on, you need to rest.”

“Is the fight over?” Her brow furrowed tight, and one of her hands pressed into his thigh as she wavered again. It was like she couldn’t feel his support. “Are there - there anymore demons?”

“No. It’s over.” He shook his head. It clicked. She was about to pass out, and at the perfect moment, Inuyasha caught her when she fell into his chest. Giving it a second, he waited. Her breathing was still there, her pulse was still beating, but she was undeniably unconscious. Honestly, it was surprising that she’d lasted this long.

With a sigh of relief, Inuyasha held her tight for just a moment longer. Everything was fine now. Her body was forcing her to rest. Kagome was going to be extremely unhappy when she woke up later, but for now, she was okay. He pressed a lingering kiss to the top of her head before adjusting her legs so he could scoop an arm beneath the backs of her knees. She was safely cradled in his hold as he stood, silently gesturing to the others that it was time to leave.

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PAIRINGS : tooru oikawa x fem! reader , slight hajime iwaizumi x fem! reader

GENRE : angst , romance

WARNINGS : cursing , car accident , recovery from amnesia

SYNOPSIS : tooru doesn’t understand how special you are to him until he comes close to losing you forever . as he struggles to comes to grips with his feelings and balance it with his future , you still have to recover from your own injuries , but without your memories to assist you .

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( 𝐧 . ) a nostalgic longing to be near again to something or someone that is distant , or that has been loved and then lost ; “ the love that remains ”

⠀his knee wasn't the reason why he started crying on the gym floor. screw his knee for all he cared, tooru had dealt with his injury time and time again, a shot of pain through his bad knee hardly fazed him nowadays. nothing he couldn't just walk off.

⠀any resolve he had, his emotions couldn't be contained the moment you entered the gym. the pain he felt was unlike anything he had experienced before, clenching his jaw in futile attempts to suppress his gushing tears, his vision obscured and his ears focused solely on your soothing voice. he was too ashamed to talk amidst his breakdown, letting you do all the work and talking as he sat there, helpless. he didn't have it in him to dare explain himself.

⠀nothing hurt more to oikawa than watching you take care of him. even after your car accident, your amnesia, everything you've been through since then; you were still stubborn enough to take care of him first. the third year wiped his face, trying to collect himself as he watched you panic over his knee. his breath caught in his throat as he watched you gently place your hand where the brace was, as if afraid to injure him even more.

⠀"i'm fine," he whispered hoarsely, his voice drowned out by the remains of his early breakdown. "you can go, i'll be okay. you don't need to be here."

⠀even now, he was pushing you away - but your stubbornness remained. "but your knee," you urged, shaking your head as his words only seemed to pull you closer to him. tooru had never felt so claustrophobic in an open gym in his life. "please, you hurt yourself and it's my fault. the least i can do is get you something."

⠀you hardly even knew him. you had no recollection of him, withheld absolutely no memories - and yet you were as adamant as ever in wanting to care for his well being. he clenched his jaw at your words; he was beyond undeserving of your kindness from the start, yet you always kept finding your way back to him. he was nothing but a bad luck charm to you, but every single damn time you came back. tooru didn't know if you were stupid, or the universe just wanted to mock him for how he treated you before.

⠀he had only started getting back to practice for two days, only for his motivation to run down the drain the moment you waltzed into the seijoh gym by chance. even now, everything was coming back to him - he felt sick to the stomach. you were still fussing over his knee, almost cradling him as you looked around for anything that would get him off the ground. he was so distracted in his own thoughts that he never realized the pain in his knee never subsided.

⠀"there's a chair over there." giving into your relentless persuasion, he pointed to a folded chair not too far from the doors. "if you really want to help, getting me off this floor would be a good place to start."

⠀"got it!" no sooner had he finished his sentence, you were already off your feet, sprinting to retrieve the chair without a second thought. he watched you take the foldable chair and drag it back to him under your arm, focused completely on returning back to him as quickly as possible.

⠀something didn't feel right. his knee hurt much more than usual. while he became accustomed and numb to it, pain is pain. he tried to reach out and help you unfold the chair but you swatted his hand away, shaking your head as you flattened the seat for him to sit on. his breathing was ragged, fresh from his tears.

⠀your hand extended for him as support. after a moment's hesitation, he reached out and placed his hand in yours, the contact foreign as you managed to stand your ground for him. he pulled himself off the ground, clenching his jaw as he plopped all of his weight onto the chair the moment he hovered over the seat. he kept his right leg stretched out, to not bend or put any stress on his knee.

⠀before anything else could be said, you left him again, only to return with another chair for his leg. tooru watched silently as you took a deep breath, gently taking hold of his leg and lifting it onto the chair to elevate his injured knee. the male felt his heart race; how did you know to do this? the way you took control of the situation so effortlessly, it put him at a loss of words. anytime this happens, he usually has to tell people step-by-step to get his knee properly taken of.

⠀but you. you were always the exception, even now. what could the captain possibly say to you now? he watched warily as you simply sat down on the ground right next to him, looking comfortable where you were. the silent that soon passed between the two of you was deafening; you were right here. literally sitting here, you came to him. he didn't have to search for you. everything he wanted to say, everything he wanted to explain was overwhelming his tongue. but nothing came out; oikawa was a coward.

⠀"do you need me to do anything for you?" he was alarmed that you spoke up first, your face confused as your eyes met his. "should i call someone? do you want me to grab your bag? do you need help outside?"

⠀"no." out of force of habit he quickly snapped back, only for him to clear his throat with a cough and shook his head quickly. "no, but thank you. usually the pain subsides in a little bit. i'll be able to call for a ride home once the pain becomes manageable."

⠀"are you sure? i can call hajime, i'm sure he wouldn't mind - "

⠀"please, do not contact iwaizumi." hearing his name out of your mouth nauseated him to the stomach. "why isn't he with you anyway? aren't you two always together?"

⠀you seemed embarrassed at the fact that he knew as well. tooru hid a scoff; only an idiot wouldn't be able to see how he followed you like a lovesick puppy. "yeah, i get that a lot." he was taken aback by your tone - you sounded annoyed. "actually i... i asked him to leave me alone today. he's left me alone since lunch. i thought it'd be harder to get him off of me, but he never argued."

⠀did something happen between the two of you? the brunet third year couldn't decide whether he should be concerned or relieved; his face remained neutral, but this was certainly news to him. "why did you ask him to stay away from you? don't you... enjoy his company?" he spat words out like venom in his system, pausing for a second before sighing quietly. "i'm sorry, i don't mean to pry. you don't have to answer."

⠀"no, it's alright." you laughed - a sound tooru hadn't experienced in much too long. goosebumps travelled through every inch of his body as you shook your head. "truth be told, i just wanted to be alone for the day. i also..." your voice drifted off, looking down at your lap as you spoke up again as a whisper. "i've been wanting answers to my empty memories."

⠀and just like that, an invisible force punched tooru deep in the gut, his hands visibly going to his abdomen and wrapping his arms around himself hastily. "your memories, huh?' was all he bring himself to respond with.

⠀"i'm sure you've heard about what happened to me, with the car accident and the amnesia that followed."

⠀oikawa's back stiffened. "believe me, i know all too well."

⠀"i hope you don't mind me just ranting to you," you pursed your lips and hugged your own knees together on the ground, resting your chin atop your kneecaps. "but hajime hasn't told me a thing about my car accident, and it's been getting to my head. he'll tell me vague things before the accident, but never about the accident itself. i just want to know, i want to remember everything myself." looking up at your fellow third you, your head tilted. "wouldn't you want to know?"

⠀this was what iwaizumi was freaking about? tooru had heard of his skirmish with makki and mattsun, but because he wasn't on speaking terms with any of them, he couldn't go up and ask them for confirmation. he was almost angry - who was iwaizumi to keep your life locked away from you? it was the perfect chance to throw tooru under the bus, but he never took it. why?

⠀"i... would want to know, too." he hated where this conversation was going, but he had no way out of it. he wanted the subject change so badly, but it was coming to a point where it would be suspicious to do so. he wasn't ready. he wasn't ready to face his demons and confront you about the situation. if it was going the way oikawa was imagining it to be, you knew nothing about him. and you were assuming he knew nothing about you, either.

⠀"it's been frustrating. weeks have gone by at this point, and i don't remember a thing. i just want to remember something, anything from what happened."

⠀it was all coming back to oikawa, that dreadful day. the loss against karasuno, the words that hurt you, and the way your unconscious body was in iwaizumi's arms as he told his former captain to never step foot near you again. tooru did good in doing that, as he deserved to never be forgiven for what his immaturity caused - but you made your way back to him time and time again. he didn't know what to make of it, and it drove him crazy.

⠀"i'm sorry, you probably have no idea what i'm talking about." he watched as you stood up, dusting your uniform off as you crossed your arms loosely. "just the ramblings of a little girl, nothing special. thanks for letting me rant, though." you looked down at his knee before locking eyes with tooru once more. "do you need anything before i go? it's getting pretty late."

⠀"i'll be fine. i think i'll get up and get my things in just a few moments. thank you for helping me." to prove his point, he removed his leg from the chair and slowly bent his knee to sit up more. the sting was there, but it was manageable.

⠀"alright." awkward silence ensued, before you bowed quickly. "anyways, sorry for distracting you again, oikawa. see you tomorrow." you turned around and began walking out of the gym, since there was nothing else you could say to keep the conversation going.

⠀"wait!" he stood up, walking fairly slow to catch up to you, which you had already turned around confusedly from the urgency in his voice. you remained silent as he stood right in front of you, hardly any space separating the two of you as he struggled to find the right words to say. "whatever iwaizumi has told you or not," he said quietly, "what i can tell you is that now and before your accident, you're a wonderful person." he swallowed a lump in his throat. "and anyone who ever treats you like shit... doesn't deserve to have you in their life."

⠀mixed feeling arose as he noticed the faint blush color your cheeks subtly, backing up from you after finishing what he wanted to say. "it's not much," he muttered, "but i wanted you to know."

⠀"thank you, oikawa." you nodded your head and smiled. you had an unreadable thought in your eyes as tooru acknowledged your gratitude with a nod of his own, before watching you walk out of the gym rather hastily.

⠀just like that, he had let you slip out of his grasp again.

⠀he waited for you to exit the school before breaking down again in self pity, sliding down against the gym wall and biting his lip quite stubbornly to avoid yelling out in agony.

⠀"anyone who ever treats you like shit," he whispered, "doesn't deserve to have you in their life."

a/n : too dramatic? probably KFKSKFKMD

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eight. SAKUSA KIYOOMI

suna rintaro x fem! mitsuri reader

(kny x hq)

warnings: spelling mistakes, 3k+ words, italicized words/ sentences are her thoughts, mitsuri’s hair+eye color was used.

gen masterlist. sakura mochi.

"okay, my friend'll be here any time soon" atsumu told her "now what did we practice?" atsumu cooed at her

she blankly smiled and reluctantly waved her hand. "h-hello. my name is y/n l/n and i have sanitized more than thrice today.." she mumbled in embarrassment

"what did you say?!" atsumu yelled with a look of confusion written on his face "i can't hear ya!"

suna rolled his eyes at him. "well maybe you'd be able to if you weren't standing ten feet away from each other" he said with a sigh. suna was right. they were indeed standing ten feet away from each other and it was quite ridiculous, in her opinion but atsumu was hell bent on getting his friend to like her, so he went with extreme measures.

"tsumu-kun.. i don't think he'll mind if i don't wear a mask or gloves" she said with a huff "its getting so hot here, i might just disgust him if i start sweating more" she sighed

atsumu pouted as she handed him the mask and gloves "you don't understand! omi-omi will never like you if that happens!" he whined "why would you care if he likes her or not" osamu scowled as he threw a volleyball to the back of atsumu's head

"well" the blond smirked "my dear omi-omi has been single for so long!" he exclaimed dramatically "so me being the great friend that i am" he smiled pridefully "i decided to set these two up!"

"no." osamu replied

"eh? why not??" atsumu blinked dumbly in response "yer not setting them up for multiple reasons" osamu said "one is, no. just no."

"two.. is because im more invested on setting her up with.. him.." osamu whispered as he slyly nodded towards suna. atsumu scrunched his face in response "eh?? no way! he's ugly!" he whispered back

"he's not ugly" osamu rolled his eyes "and you certainly have no room to talk. you look like a fly for fucksake"

"hah?! the hell did ya call me?!"

upon seeing them on the verge of fighting, she sighed and opted to exit the gym. "who even is omi-omi.." she muttered "is he really that irked with germs?" she shrugged it off and made her way to a vending machine, planning to buy a drink for herself.

"ugh.. how do i- ew." someone muttered

she looked up to see a tall man, glaring daggers at the vending machine, and having trouble pressing the buttons

"um.. do you need help?" she asks with a sweet smile as she gently tapped the guy on his back. she yelped as the guy flinched so hard and immediately backed away from her.

"yes. can you get me that" he said as he pointed to a can of soda "of course!" she beamed as she followed his request. with a smile, she handed him the drink, patiently waiting for him to simply take it.

though that never came, instead he took out a pack of tissue and presented it to her, as if waiting for her to wrap it around the can "uh.. okay.." she sweat dropped as she wrapped the can of soda in tissue paper

"thanks" he nodded as he took a swig of the drink

she side eyed him as he started typing on his phone. she hummed in curiosity as she took notice of the bright yellow jacket he was wearing.

"excuse me.. are you a student here?" she asked him as she finished buying her drink "i don't think i see you around so often" she said

sakusa eyed her up and down, squinting his eyes as he sipped his drink. "no." he answered"but im here to meet someone." he said as he turned around to walk away

"oh, i can help you.. only if you want." she proposed "its getting really hasty in the gym" she sighed

"gym?" sakusa questioned with a hum as he turned back to face her "what's your name?" he asked "ah, im y/n" she said "what about you? what's your name?"

"im.. sakusa kiyoomi." he spoke in a low tone

'ha.' she blinked in response

'is this 'omi-omi'?!?' she panicked

'oh god, im not wearing my mask! or my gloves!' she thought to herself as she frantically searched her pockets for some hand sanitizer 'oh god i don't have it..' she chuckled meekly to herself as she felt her soul flowing out of her body from dread

'ah, he's gonna hate me' she sulked 'and he's so handsome too!'

'a cute guy is gonna hate me' she chanted repateatedly in her head

"are you perhaps the omi-omi tsumu-kun keeps mentioning?" she asked him with a nervous chuckle. she yelped as his face scrunched up in one of annoyance almost immediately. "sorry! i was just-"

"you know atsumu?" he cut her off as he questioned her with an irked brow

"um yes. i live with them at the moment, they're kind of like my host family." she explained. sakusa hummed and nodded, throwing away his now empty soda and hesitantly walking closer to her

"nice to meet you." he said "atsumu hasn't shut up about you since you moved in with them"

"nice to meet you as well, omi-omi - kun!" she beamed "a-ah.. sorry, should i call you sakusa instead?" she sweat dropped upon seeing the dread on his face when she called him by his nickname

"its fine, call me what you want" sakusa shrugged as he turned on his heels and started walking away

"i'll call you kiyoomi then!" she exclaimed with a bright smile as she jogged over to catch up with him "so, kiyoomi-kun! what do you wanna do before meeting the twins?" she asked in hopes of starting a conversation

"i don't know.." sakusa mumbled with a grunt as he shoved his hands in his jacket pockets. she hummed in disappointment at his dry response, though lowkey freaking out in her head.

'what to do, what to do' she thought to herself as she looks around the slightly packed campus

"kiyoomi-kun, would you like to go to my secret hideout?" she said in an unnecessarily hushed tone as she gently tugged on his sleeves

"secret hideout?" sakusa sweat dropped as she nodded eagerly, smiling like a child as she starts to pull him away "yep! im not sure how you'll feel about it, but its clean and very pretty!" she said as she looked back at him with a smile

"if it's clean then sure" sakusa squints his eyes in suspicion as he discreetly tries to pull his arm away from her "alright! but it's outside of school grounds, so we may have to walk for a bit" she informed him as she lead him to the school gates

"whatever" sakusa grunted

"ah here it is!" she exclaimed excitedly as they stopped before a tall bush

"we walked for so long to get to a bush." sakusa deadpanned as he glared down at her in annoyance "hehe, of course not, kiyoomi-kun" she chuckled as she started ruffling the bushes and squeezing her way through the leaves

"its inside here! come on!" she said as she motioned for him to follow. sakusa merely stared at the bush and turned around to leave.

"kiyoomi-kun, come on!" she exclaimed as she forcefully pulled him into the bush with her "oi! what the hell are you-" he cut himself off as he finally had a look around

"is this.. wisteria?" he mumbled as he looked around the arrays of wisteria flowers adorning the path which leads to a traditional looking tea house

"yup! it's pretty isn't it?" she hummed with a smile as she caught a few of the purple petals which were blown by the wind "yeah" sakusa nodded as he pulled down his mask to inhale the sweet and floral smell of the air

"y/n-sama? have you come to eat?" an old woman asked as she peered at them from the tea house "oba-chan!" she squeaked out in surprise

"w-well, not really" she said. she looked up at sakusa and asked him "unless you want to get something to go, kiyoomi-kun?"

sakusa nodded and let her drag him towards the tea house once again "i thought this was your secret hideout" sakusa raised a brow as he watched the old woman pack some mochi in a container. she smiled nervously and avoided eye contact

"well.. technically, this is a private teahouse everyone from the dojo goes to" she explained "but it's still a secret hideout if you think about it!" she defended "and i just wanted to sound cool and interesting so you wouldn't hate me.." she mumbled with a pained expression on her face

sakusa sweat dropped as he watched her seemingly sulk and have a full blown conversation with herself in her head.

"y/n-sama." the old woman called out as she presented the neatly packed mochi to her "ah, thank you so much oba-chan!!" y/n squealed in delight as she hugged the mochis to her chest

the old woman bowed before handing sakusa a small wisteria charm. "please accept this" the old woman said as she placed it on his palms

"w-what is this" sakusa asked with a grimace as he peered at the charm in disgust "its a wisteria charm filled with freshly crushed wisteria which i handpicked from the garden" the old woman responded

sakusa calmed down upon reviewing the information and sighed. he twirled the small charm in his fingers and bowed in thanks. "its a tradition for us to give new comers charms like that, kiyoomi-kun" y/n said as she pulled out one of her own

"its to ward off demons and evil spirits. it was a common practice for swordsmen from the taisho era to do so" she said with a smile

sakusa scoffed at her claims "you really believe in those stories?" he said as he pocketed the charm "of course!" she responded almost immediately with a gasp

"my ancestors were all former swordsmen and they were believed to be the ones who killed the demons" she explained to him in a lecturing manner

sakusa raised his hands in mock defeat and nodded "yeah, yeah. whatever you say" he said. she smiled in content and proceeded to drag him away once again.

"bye, oba-chan! i'll come visit again some time soon!" she announced as she waved the lady goodbye

"have a safe trip" the old woman replied

as they were walking back to inarizaki, sakusa was quiet. she simply thought he wasn't in the mood to talk so she let him be. though as they were walking, she suddenly had a thought pop up into her head.

'should i bring suna-kun to the wisteria gardens as well?' she pondered to herself

'ha! of course i should!' she shook her head from her idiocy

'the fireflies will swarm at night and we can have a picnic together under the stars and wisteria trees!'

her mouth had almost watered from the delightful thought that was swimming through her head. sakusa looked at her worriedly as he face starts to become concerningly red.

"are you alright?" sakusa asked wearily

"agh, suna-kun might not want to go though.." she accidentally mumbled out loud "suna? suna rintaro?" sakusa muttered in confusion

"you know him, kiyoomi-kun?!" she squeaked in surprise "please don't tell him!"

"well, i don't really know what i would tell him" sakusa scratched his head in confusion "but sure"

"im so relieved, kiyoomi-kun" she said with a sigh "tsumu made me nervous with how intimidating he made you seem" she looked up at his towering figure and oh so prominent scowl. his eyebrows were knitted as he hunches over as he walks.

he was indeed intimidating. but in her eyes he had simply morphed into a cute little highschool boy who smiles at everyone and likes to keep things clean.

"you're actually really nice, kiyoomi-kun!" she said with a grin as sakusa merely narrows his eyes in response "is that so?" sakusa mused as they once again entered inarizaki's gates.

"anyways, let's go to the gym" sakusa says as he grabbed her wrist with a hint of reluctance. her eyes sparkled as she stared at his hand which was lightly gripping her wrist.

"kiyoomi-kun, you're touching me?! do you think im clean enough?!" she asked excitedly

"tch. well, i know you're nothing like those sweaty animals i call my 'friends' " sakusa muttered. she beamed happily and skipped after him, smiling in triumph and content as they entered inarizaki's gym

"oh, y/n-chan! where have you bee-" atsumu cut himself off with a loud scream as he caught sight of sakusa "y-you were together?!" atsumu yelled in excitement

"shut up" sakusa muttered as he quietly trudged over to the benches

"who was together?" suna chimed in as he peered over atsumu's shoulder

"kiyoomi-kun! wait for me" she said as she skipped after him, all while excitedly poking at his back to gain his attention "f-first name basis too?!" atsumu shrieked dramatically

"first name?" suna mumbled with narrowed eyes

"shut up and give me the mochi" sakusa grunted with a playful eye roll as he took the food from her hands

"and they're touching?!" atsumu shrieked as he pulled at his hair, looking like he's on the verge of unconsciousness

"they're touching?" suna mumbled in confusion and surprise

"she's feeding him mochi?!" atsumu screamed one last time before fully falling on the floor

"she's feeding him-"

"okay. the two of you, for the love of god, please shut up" aran cut suna off with a tired sigh

the two watched them from the bench as they bickered, unbotheredly munching on their snack. "oh no, samu-kun's hitting atsumu again" she mumbled in concern

"i should go help..but i really wanna eat though.." she mumbled in a state of distress as her eyes dart between the mochi and atsumu. sakusa smirked in amusement as he watched her choose the mochi over saving atsumu from getting his body absolutely battered.

"you know, you're not half bad, y/n" sakusa said with a chuckle as he ruffled her hair

"eh?!" atsumu shrieked as he abruptly rose from the ground

"ha?!" suna exclaimed with a scowl alongside atsumu as he watched sakusa lightly pat her head

"really? im not?" she asked him with sparkling eyes, relishing in the simple compliment she had received "yeah" sakusa huffed in response as he went to pull his mask back up his face

though, he suddenly froze as he managed to take a quick whiff of her scent which had lingered on his hand. he hesitantly bright his hand up to his nose to bask in her scent, which was a mix of cherry blossom and his favourite body wash.

'could it be?' sakusa thought in disbelief 'have i finally found a companion who doesn't smell like sweat and deodorant?!'

'this body wash.. did she get it from atsumu?' he pondered in curiosity

sakusa looked over to atsumu who was dramatically fanning himself on the ground while osamu kicks his side

'no. that man probably uses 3-in-1 shampoo as soap. it's impossible.' he concluded

"y/n." he called out in a deep and gruff tone. "yes?" she blinked cluelessly in response

sakusa leaned forward to align his nose with her neck, staying silent as he closed his eyes and hummed in content. "what?" y/n mumbled in surprise as she nervously looked down to see sakusa deeply concentrating as he does this

'i-is he sniffing me?! did he think i smell weird?!' she panicked

'should i have sprayed some alcohol on me first??' she thought to herself as she flusteredly covered her face

"kiyoomi-kun?" she called out with a nervous chuckle as she covered her bright red cheeks "what are you doing?" she asks him in embarrassment

"yeah, what are you doing?" suna abruptly chimed in as he crossed his arms over his chest

sakusa side eyed the middle blocker and shook his head in response. he pulled his mask over his nose and shrugged. "nothing." he said "i was just curious about something" "curious about her neck?" suna raised a brow

"why do you care so much, suna?" sakusa asked him with furrowed brows

"i don't. i just find it weird that you were so close to smothering your face in my best friend's neck..." suna shrugged nonchalantly "but whatever, i guess"

sakusa ignored him and scooted closer to the girl, not so discreetly sticking close to her side "are you feeling alright, kiyoomi-kun?" she laughed nervously

"yeah. just thinking about making you my best friend as well, from now on" he said as he stuffed his hands in his pockets

"eh?! what about me?!" atsumu cried out as he ran towards sakusa "you were never my best friend." sakusa said in a cold and monotonous tone as he stared atsumu down

"you're so mean, omi-omi!!" atsumu cried as he started sprinting towards him in full speed with his arms open wide

"dont come near me- don't you dare." sakusa warned him with a glare "atsumu, don't-" he was cut off by atsumu's body colliding with his

"AGH, GET OFF ME!" sakusa exclaimed as he hastily tried to pry the blond off his torso

"NO! I'M SUPPOSED TO BE YOUR BEST FRIEND, OMI-OMI!" atsumu whined dramatically as he held onto sakusa's neck

"what are you all doing?" kita's voice filled the air

the team, along with sakusa, froze as they slowly turned around to face the captain "we were just-" ginjima tried to explain

"atsumu. please stop bothering our guest" kita sain in a monotonous tone as he stared atsumu down

"y-yes, captain.." atsumu shuddered

"suna." kita snapped his head to avert his heavy stare at the brunette, who currently had his arm slung around y/n's shoulders.

the girl looked impossibly red as he stared up at suna with literal heart eyes, looking absolutely over the moon with the slightest touch she had received from him.

"please stop holding y/n-san." he pleaded as he patiently waited for suna to retract his arm. y/n jumped in surprise as suna abruptly dropped his arm back to his side, and turned to walk away

'no!! suna-kun stay and hold me!!' she screamed internally as she watched his retreating figure

kita watched as her soft smile suddenly dropped, and for her voluminous twin-braids to droop as a dark and gloomy aura surrounded her. kita's eyes widened as he hurriedly went to pat her back, in hopes of lifting her mood back up.

"suna-kun" she called out like a child as she slumped lifelessly in kita's arms

"suna. please come back and hold her." kita pleaded as he looked back at suna, who was scrolling on his phone

"hm?" suna hummed mindlessly as he continued scrolling on his phone

"i'll do it-" sakusa volunteered as he reached out to grab her hand

"no, i'll do it" suna quickly dismissed him as he made his way towards the girl

"my ship is sailing" osamu nodded in silent triumph as he flipped atsumu off with a cold gaze "ha?! omi-omi! go out there and take her from suna!" atsumu commanded sakusa as he glared at his twin

"no thanks" sakusa shrugged him off as he settled back on the bench

"i thought you liked her!" atsumu wailed "i never said that" sakusa replied with furrowed brows

"man, you're hopeless" atsumu sighed as he slapped sakusa's back "this must be why you've been single for so long"

"i'd rather not hear it from someone who also doesn't have a girlfriend." sakusa deadpanned "that one must've hit close to home" osamu whistled teasingly "shut up! you're both so mean!" atsumu exclaimed through gritted teeth as he glared at his friend and his brother

aran sighed as he walked past the three boys bickering.

"youre all single as hell, what're you taking about?" aran said as he gave them the side eye

"i-"

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more writing! some AU stuff with Zelda & Ghirahim being idiots and Link and Fi having to deal with their shit. (prompt #7 from the same list I’ve been using) T for language (also on ao3)

Zelda trudged through the muddy Faron forests, weighed down by the monster of a sword strapped to her back. The rain was only a drizzle, but if they didn't get back soon the sky would open and they'd be drenched. Ghirahim would surely start complaining about rust, going on and on for hours about how his sword deserved to be treated and that Link never left Fi out in the rain and how Zelda was no better than Demise if she dared disrespect him in such a way—

They had to hurry.

"Bet you can't hit that tree from all the way over here."

Of course, that is not what they did.

"Oh, you are so on. I thought we had learned by now to never doubt my skills?"

"I'm just saying, visibility is not the best, it's dark and cloudy." Zelda shrugged, crossing her arms and leaning against a nearby tree.

Ghirahim sent her a glare, straightening himself up and summoning a glowing dagger. With a calculated flourish, he sent the blade flying into the misty woods, never breaking eye contact with her. Though the dagger had disappeared from sight, they heard it hit the tree with a loud thunk! a second later.

The sword turned to bow arrogantly to an unseen audience, gloating and making as big of a deal as he possibly could.

"Ha! Who's laughing now?"

"Kweeeee!"

"Oh, fuck me.”

Link lay cuddled up on his couch, curled beneath a fuzzy blanket as he watched the torrential downpour outside the window.

"The weather's getting really bad, should we be worried about them?" He wondered aloud, looking to Fi for an answer.

"20% chance they got lost. 30, maybe, one of them got hurt. 50 they've just done something stupid." Fi rattled off, much less precise than she used to be. After the downfall of the Demon King neither had been very keen to start fighting again, so once the surface had been rebuilt and a new class of knights entered the academy, they gladly let others take on some of the heavy burden of saving the world. The hero and his sword were content to explore the world below on their own terms.

This did not mean, however, their lives were not filled with danger and chaos on any given day.

The door slammed open and the raging wind swept inside, shaking the walls of their home and rattling the shelves. Link jumped up, hurrying to the girl cradling a brown and tan lump under her arm.

"Help?" Zelda called into the house, out of breath and sopping wet. Behind her stood the demon lord, just as soaked, and even more upset.

"What did you do..?" Link cautiously approached them, reaching out for whatever Zelda had brought into their home. She dumped the blob into his arms, turning to wrestle the door closed once more.

"Hello to you too, Link, and yes, we are okay, thank you for your concern." Ghirahim scoffed in his direction, but Link was preoccupied with the animal in his arms.

"Oh my goddesses, is this dead?"

Zelda had slumped onto the couch, dragging the other spirit down with her. Not waiting for a response, Link deposited the lump he was now able to recognize as a kikwi.

"I don't think so? We didn't see what happened, Ghirahim threw a knife into a tree and then we found him lying in the mud." She groaned, sprawling out over the couch with her head in Fi's lap. The sword didn't push her away, wet as she was, but didn't look too happy about it either.

"Yeah, well, if Mocha here hadn't gotten in the way—"

"It's Matcha, dumbass."

"The personal designation of this kikwi is Machi." Fi interrupted them, though the name of the kikwi didn't really matter as it was passed out on Link's floor, "Please refer to it by it's name."

"—he wouldn't have gotten hurt." Ghirahim finished, ignoring everything the other two had said. Link gaped at him, aghast.

"You killed him? "

"Who doesn't like a little murder to start their evening?" Ghirahim waved him off, sarcasm dripping from this words.

"We didn't kill him!" Zelda yelled from the couch, falling off a moment later with a loud thud. She popped back up in time to see Ghirahim poking the poor thing, nearly tackled by Link to keep him off.

"It's a plant, we can't have killed it anyway."

Zelda slowly turned to the demon.

"Do you think plants don't die?"

"You can't kill them."

"Yes, you can!"

"I think he means to say you can't murder them." Fi resolved, though she stayed in her place on the couch. "Murder is a term reserved for sentient life forms."

"Is it?" Ghirahim pondered, to the dismay of a very distraught Link. "That thing's barely sentient, but I would definitely describe it as murder if I actually killed him."

Fi, helpful as ever, chimed in with, "Murder has to be premeditated. Killing someone on accident would be manslaughter."

"Who says it was a accident?"

"I do, I was there!" Zelda piped up, "And he's not dead! He's sentient, too, non-sentient things don't scream when you stab them!"

"Fi's a sentient life form. I could stab her and I don't think she'd care."

"I would."

"Stop arguing over this and help me heal Mochi!" Link shouted over their argument, rifling through the cabinets for a potion.

"Machi." Fi corrected him.

Though he tried, it became clear no one was listening to Link. Ghirahim ignored his plea, continuing to argue with Zelda.

"Besides, your evidence is incorrect," He dismissed, turning to leave the dead (not dead!) kikwi. "Deku babas absolutely scream in pain and they're not sentient. They're plants, this thing is a plant, I didn't murder it."

"I can only verify with 30% accuracy that Machi is a plant."

"60/200 not plant still leaves, like, a quarter of a plant."

"No, that's not what I said." Fi sighed, growing exasperated. "I said I can only verify with 30% accuracy he is a plant. That does not mean he is 30% plant, 70% other. And for the love of Hylia simplify your fractions, you're killing me."

"Macho—"

"Machi."

"—doesn't seem to be able to answer us right now, so we'll have to solve this later."

Link hadn't bothered to pay attention to their discussion. He hadn't been able find a potion (he'd need to restock up in Skyloft. given how prone to injury the four of them were, to be without one was asking for trouble) and stopped his frantic searching, kneeling next to the kikwi to take time and find what was actually wrong with him. There wasn't any blood, there didn't seem to be any wounds. In fact—

"He's just passed out, you scared him half to death!" Link sighed, tugging the plant into his arms. "And it's going to be even worse when he wakes up, put him back where you found him!"

"No way am I going back out in that, I'll rust." Ghirahim whined, gesturing to the rain outside. Thrusting the dead weight into Ghirahim's arms, Link glared at the demon and effectively silenced his protests.

"Fine." He grumbled, much less argumentative than he used to be, and disappeared in a shimmer of diamonds.

"I told you we didn't kill him—hey!" Zelda reminded Link and Fi, but Link was pushing her away from the couch she had been trying to fall back on.

"You're getting water all over our living room." He pouted, "You and Ghirahim are such messes. It's like you brought the hurricane inside with you!"

"You are both incredibly high maintenance." Fi agreed, going back to whatever she had been doing before getting rudely interrupted. "The difference is Ghirahim knows it. Zelda, darling—"

Zelda nearly knocked Link over when she heard the pet name. As forced as it sounded, and almost definitely something she had picked up from Ghirahim (meaning it was not meant to be affectionate, but mocking), the subtle sign of Fi's growing emotional responses warmed her heart. Zelda pulled the sword spirit into a tight embrace.

"You're getting me wet. You know, Ghirahim is right to worry about rust." Fi sighed, but she smiled at Link over Zelda's shoulder. "I was saying you're still in denial. He's rubbing off on you."

"He's rubbing off on all of us, because if you don't stop dripping over my carpet, I am going to stab you too." Link threatened. He had never been very intimidating, and it had only gotten worse as time went on. Brow furrowed and lips pursed, he ushered Zelda away from where she would cause the most harm.

"Yeah, yeah, keep throwing your little tantrum." Zelda ruffled his hair as she walked past him to the bathroom, hitting Link in the head with her wet hat before slamming the door.

"What are we going to do with them?" Link sighed affectionately, looking over the damage they had done. At least this time there was no blood to clean up.

"That is a question I unfortunately cannot answer, Master Lin—"

Fi was interrupted by a loud crash outside, followed by some colorful and violent language mixed with expletives. Link took a deep breath, willing himself to calm down, but the door slammed open with the force of the wind once more.

"So, problem—"

"Ghirahim!"

#my writing #legend of zelda #skyward sword #zelda #ghirahim #link #fi #zelfi #ghiralink #after the war au #some cut lines included '#you can't put me in time out what the fuck zelda #and 'I'm not giving him mouth to mouth wtf' 'probably tastes like mint'#i spelled language so wrong auto correct didn't catch it ;-; sorry if you reblogged this before i fixed it i swear i edited the real writin #cherryskywriting

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friendship-ended-with-pokespe · 3 years

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Kirby: Meta Knight and the Strongest Warrior in the Galaxy Chapter 6

Having come outside, Sphere Doomer tried to pick up a gear rolling on the dirt. But its hands are wing-shaped and thus aren’t meant for picking things up. Kirby saw it having difficulty and realized intuitively. “You wanna gather the broken music box parts, huh? Leave it to me!”

Kirby picked up the gear and began looking for other parts as well. Captain Vul asked, having caught up to him. “What are you up to, Kirby?” “Help me, everybody. We’ll gather the broken music box parts.” “What are you doing to do by gathering it?” “Hmm, I don’t know. But it looks like Sphere Doomer wants to gather them.” “Perhaps that’s the lead to opening an extradimensional road?” “I don’t know about it, but we should gather them anyway!” Everyone began searching for the parts. As his stomach gets in the way, King Dedede has a hard time leaning over. Unable to reach the fallen object even as he tried his hardest to extend his hands, he finally lost his temper. “I’m the great ruler of Dream Land. Why do I have to look for stuff!?” “Your stomach is too chubby~!” Mocks Kirby. King Dedede yells at him. “Be quiet! Never mind your stomach, isn't your whole body plump?!” “I look good even if it does! If you’re annoyed about it, let's have a contest to see who can gather a lot of parts.” “Just what I wanted!” Kirby and King Dedede competed in gathering the parts. Dedede would order Waddle Dee to pick up the ones his hand can’t reach. Captain Vul and Meta Knight’s men also have a serious look. Captain Vul who hated losing was provoked by Kirby and Dedede’s competition. “We can’t lose to Kirby and the others. Everyone is to gather the parts! The honor of the Halberd is at stake here!” “Captain, you don’t need to honor something like that......” “Get picking if you have time to waste~!” Everyone picked up the parts in a frenzy. Their efforts paid off, and a mountain of parts were piled up before long. “We gathered them all! What do we do with this?” Kirby asked Sphere Doomer. Sphere Doomer flapped its wings and let out a high-pitched noise. They didn’t understand what it meant, but Captain Vul said. “We would need to assemble it after gathering them. Restore the broken music box......is what it’s probably saying.” “We......assemble this?” King Dedede groaned. “How on earth could we do that? Meta Knight broke it to pieces.” “Wouldn’t we be able to restore it by putting them back together properly?” Kirby picked up some of the parts, but there’s no way that he could put them together by guesswork. “It’s not possible without calling a craftsman over.” “Hmm......” It was when everyone looked at each other’s face “......Umm......” A shy voice was heard. They turn around, only to find Moa standing. He seems nervous, completely different from when he was acting high and mighty with the controller in his hands. He looked just like when he was the cowardly subordinate-in-training. Sword Knight said in a stern voice. “It’s you? You shouldn't want anything from us now. Get lost!” “Erm......I know it’s a music box, but......” Said Moa in a low voice. “I might be able to......put them back together......” Hearing that, the Meta Knights were in a huff. “What’d you just say?” “Is this one of your baloney again!?” “It’s not baloney......” Insisted Moa as he shivered. “I like to disassemble or repair machines. One time, I broke a music box my dad bought for me but was able to piece it back to how it was. So......” “Hmph, how could we believe what you say?” Captain Vul shook his head. Blade Knight nodded and said. “This is not an ordinary music box. It’s a real thing made in Halcandra, completely different from the toy you had.” “It’s my first time seeing a music box made in Halcandra, but I believe its structure is the same as any normal music box. So......” “It’s not your place to meddle in. Stay out of it!” “I want to be of help......” “We have no use for your help!” Meta Knight’s men were fierce in their anger. Their belief in his betrayal is as strong as how they worried about Moa from the bottom of their heart. And they weren’t the only ones who were deceived. He tried to take advantage of even the heart of Meta Knight who cares for his men. That was more unforgivable than anything. Turning red, Moa was about to back down with a tearful look. Seeing him, King Dedede opened his mouth. “Hmph, it’s lame to ramble on about water under the bridge.” Dedede Captain looked at Vul and the others with a disdainful look. “What did you just say!?” To Captain Vul who tried to talk back, King Dedede said bluntly. “Would it have been better if this fool actually went missing?” “......Huh?” Captain Vul and the others were startled. “We-We’re not saying that!” “Then isn’t it great? No matter how unpleasant it is, you could say that it isn’t as bad as a lackey-in-training going missing.” “Uhh......uhhh......?” Captain Vul and the others couldn’t say anything back. What Dedede said is right. Regardless of the circumstance, him coming back alive would be more preferable than that he was actually missing “Ugh......it feels like we’ve just had our arms twisted......” “King Dedede, you do have a way with words sometimes!” “I always have a way with words!” King Dedede turn to Moa. “Can you really put back the music box together?” “I’m not sure, but I’ll try.” Moa sat down and picked up the parts that were piled up.

“Yeah, it’s just as I thought. The structure is similar to the music box I have. I think I could repair this.” Moa was putting the parts together with skilled fingers. Surrounding Moa, everyone watched him and yelled in surprise. “You’re good with your hands.” “I thought you were just a cowardly liar of a boy, but you do have at least one redeeming quality.” “I was......” While piecing the music box together, Moa began sharing his story. “Very cowardly and withdrawn ever since I was young, so......I only found interest in breaking machines and repairing them.” “Hmph, so your assertiveness earlier was just a show?” Said Sword Knight mean-spiritedly, and Moa became dispirited. “......Yes. I thought Anything Controller was all I needed to not lose to anyone. I just wanted to be confident.” “You fool.” Rebuked Captain Vul. Axe Knight said. “Why did you think of something so absurd like making Galacta Knight yours? He's a warrior so dangerous that destroying a star is said to be a child’s play for him.” “I watched the movie and yearned after him.” Answered Moa bashfully. “The movie? You mean the one that says the Legendary Strongest in the Galaxy?” “Yes. I loved that movie and watched it a dozen times. Galacta Knight that appeared in the movie was really strong, cool, and was my admiration. I was completely wrapped up in the world of the movie......and came to wish......for Galacta Knight to become my servant......” Blade Knight sighed. “You were entertaining a foolish hope.” “But if Galacta Knight were to always protect me, everyone would respect me in fear, right? I’d get back on the jerks that always made fun of me, and become the greatest hero in the galaxy......was what I thought......but,” Moa shuddered in horror. “The real Galata Knight was nothing like the one in the movie. Galacta Knight from the mirror was powerful too, but the real thing was strong and scary beyond compare......” “Obviously.” “I was mistaken. I can’t possibly become strong by borrowing Galacta Knight’s strength. I saw Kirb’s battle just now and realized. ” Said Moa as he bent his back to focus on his work. “Kirb......you say......?” Questioned King Dedede skeptically, but Moa continued. “Kirb is so small and cute, but he fought so desperately against that frightening Galacta Knight and Lord Meta Knight. Not only that, but he also protected Sphere Doomer with himself as the shield. He must’ve been so scared, but Kirb never ran away......he’s so tiny and yet so admirable!” Moa is slowly moved to tears. “I was touched. I’m much bigger and stronger than him, and yet I only thought of how to rely and take advantage of others, being too scared to fight myself. I became ashamed of myself. Even Kirb who’s so small can fight so bravely......I too should have some courage......” “..................Hmmm?” Kirby stared in puzzlement. Everyone except for Kirby exchanged glances. They all whispered to each other

(Hey hey......Moa really is getting the wrong idea here.) (He thinks that Kirby’s a small, cute and weak creature......) (It’s a good thing that he doesn’t know.) Kirby is so strong that he’s sometimes called a “pink demon” with even Meta Knight acknowledging him, but...... All that aside, they should keep his misunderstanding as it is, seeing how remorseful he is. Everyone exchanged looks and conformed their opinions. Captain Vul said. “Ah......ahem. So you saw Kirby......or Kirb......ehehe......giving his all and changed your mind?” “Yes. I want to take courage so that I don’t lose to Kirb.” “I’m sure you won’t ever forget that feeling.” Captain Vul and the Meta Knights still had mixed feelings about it, but their animosity toward Moa was receding little by little. It’s hard to forgive what he has done, but his remorse seems to be genuine. Besides, this plan of his stemmed from something so childish like admiring a hero in a movie. Having realized that, they couldn’t really be mad at him. “......I did it.” Moa raised his face. “Although I can’t really fix it since the outer case has been smashed up. But I think the main part will work like this.” Everyone peered into Moa’s hands. The music box which was broken into pieces is finely put back together. “You......You’re amazing!” “You did well, Moa.” Complemented by everyone, Moa at last smiled in relief. “Then let’s hurry up and play it.” Captain Vul winded up the spring and everyone strained their ears, but: No music was heard. “Hm? I can’t hear anything.” As everyone tilted their heads in puzzlement, Waddle Dee remembered and said. “Ah, come to think of it, the owner of the antique shop said that the music box made in Halcandra makes no sound.” “That’s what it was.” Nodded King Dedede in agreement. “He said that it’s head not through ears but through heart. I knew that it’s a defect.” “No, that can’t be true. Everyone should try listening to it with your hearts.” Everyone went quiet and waited for their hearts to be filled with music. ......However: “......Did you hear anything?” “Uhhh......I don’t think it reached my heart.” “Me too!” “Nothing resounded.” Everyone’s face became troubled. King Dedede lost his temper. “So it is a defect, isn’t it. I better take that store to task!” Sword Knight said to Moa. “Moa, wasn’t it that your repair failed? Did you really fix it properly?” “I’m sure of it, sir......” Holding the music box in his hands, Moa gazed at it thoroughly and had frowned. “All the parts are where they should be......so why aren’t any sound coming out?” It was at that moment. Having been floating behind everyone, Sphere Doomer drifted over to them. Seeing him, Kirby said. “Ah, that’s it. It’s missing an important part. The Energy Sphere that Sphere Doomer ate!” “Aye, I see.” Captain Vul clapped his hands. “This music box isn’t complete without an Energy Sphere.” “But there isn’t any, sir. What should we do......” Sphere Doomer extended its wings toward Moa. “Huh......? What......?” Moa was confused, but Kirby said. “Give it the music box!” “S-Sure.” Moa held out the music box, and Sphere Doomer received it by holding it in its two wings. With it, Sphere Doomer’s body began to shine. The Energy Sphere that it swallowed is reacting to the music box. Captain Vul shouts. “Mm? What is that? The power of the Energy Sphere is pouring into the music box......?” “It’s complete-” Simultaneously as Moa whispers: Different melodies were heard in everyone's hearts. Kirby had a grin. What resounded in Kirby’s heart was a happy and cheerful melody like the finest of the sweets. King Dedede’s had a look brimming with energy. What resounded in his heart was a tune just like King Dedede, rich and valiant. Waddle Dee closed his eyes with rapt attention. A tune so warm and gente that he never heard until now was flowing only to Waddle Dee’s heart. And lastly, Moa opened his eyes widely and stood stock still. What resounded in his heart was a dark and sorrowful melody. As if depicting his lack of confidence and anxiety that he stomached up to this point. But the melody gradually quickened its tempo and changed to a cheerful tune. Moa felt like he was comforted by the music and wept. As everyone was lost in each of their music, Captain Vul spoke. “Everybody, did you hear it?” “Yessir.” Answered Axe Knight first. “A very encouraging melody echoed through my heart. The melody was very heroic and reminded me of the Halberd pushing its way through the dark universe.” “Me too.” Javelin Knight spoke up. “That’s strange. I was gonna say the exact same thing!” “Me too.” “Me three.” Sword Knight said. “Looks like we can all hear the same music!” Blade Knight nodded. “It means that our thoughts are one. Let’s go, everyone!” “Aye! All members, follow me!” Captain Vul took the lead and began running toward the palace. The Meta Knights, Sword Knight, and Blade Knight followed him as well. Those who remained kept listening to each of their music, but King Dedede came to himself. “This isn’t time to sit here like this. What happened to the extradimensional road?” Spear Doomer shines stronger and stronger, where the music box continues to play. With it, the space surrounding the music box began wavering. “Ahh......the extradimensional road is......!” Shouts Kirby. It’s the same as when Galacta Knight appeared. A star-shaped hole opened on the wavering space, and endless darkness was partially shown on the opposite side. Dedede is slightly surprised and delighted. “Alrighty, the road has opened! Let’s hurry up and defeat Galacta Knight! Then we seal him and send him back to that side!” But at that moment-a silver-colored figure flew out from the dark world. It is a new Sphere Doomer. It’s completely different from the purple Sphere Doomer that arrived first. Its whole body is silver-colored and is twice its size. “A grown-up Sphere Doomer, eh. I got it, it made its way after hearing the timbre of the music box......!” Shouts King Dedede. As though responding to his voice, the silver-colored Sphere Doomer suddenly flapped its wings vigorously. Its eyes that snapped open were filled with hostility. The purple Sphere Doomer was docile, but this is their original nature. They’re wild and like to fight. “Oh no, here it comes!” Simultaneously as King Dedede shouts, the silver-colored Sphere Doomer breathed cold air out.

Bending his body forward, King Dedede jumped aside and avoided the cold air by a hairbreadth. Waddle Dee didn’t make it, however. “AH!” Showered with an air cold enough to freeze even his screams, Waddle Dee became frozen in ice. “Waddle Dee!” Shouts King Dedede and Kirby at the same time. King Dedede clutched his hammer and went toward Sphere Doomer. “Like heck I’ll forgive you!” The king swings his hammer, and Sphere Doomer scatters stones of ice. The hammer’s attack was about to KO it, but its movement was faster. The stones of ice clung to King Dedede. His hammer held up, the king became frozen in ice just like Waddle Dee. Moa saw the spectacle and began trembling in fear.. Kirby shouts. “Run, Moa! You’re gonna get frozen in ice!” “K-Kirb......” With a pale face, Moa shook his head. “Y-Y-You should run. I-I fight here!” “Not a chance~! Hurry up and run!” “L-L-Leave it to me! I-I’ll buy you some time! Y-You should take that chance to run~!” Yells Moa with his voice trembling, spreads both his hands, and tries to fight against Sphere Doomer. But there’s no way he would stand a chance against it. “Watch out, Moa!” Shouts Kirby. Moa became frozen in ice in the blink of an eye. Sphere Doomer turned to Kirby who was the last remaining. Kirby strained his face and glared at Sphere Doomer. “How terrible of you......you froze everyone in ice!” Kirby braced himself for battle, but remembered that he didn’t have any Copy Ability and panicked. “Wahhh! I can’t fight like this!” Kirby looked all around him. The “Copy Essence Assortment” that they bought at the curio shop should be around somewhere! But the pouch was nowhere to be found. “E-Erm, pretty sure Blade Knight was carrying it......oh no, it’s still left inside the palace!” Sphere Knight relentlessly hurls stones of ice. Kirby began sprinting toward the palace in haste.

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hyper-super-clover · 3 years

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Squeeze that bunny tail!

Part 5 (final part)

Description: The RAD student council as well as the exchange students help out at a bar where, oops, the staff´s dress codes are those sweet bunny outfits that we all know and thirst for. The MCs, Violet and Clover, play a game of who can touch the most bunny tails over the evening without getting caught. Prepare for fluff, funny innuendos as well as my thirst over hot boys in bunny outfits.

This is the finale of this way too long "one shot". Find the prior parts here!

Story continues under the cut. You´re almost finished!!

Continuing to work at the bar for a while, Violet found a surprising guest on the other side of the counter.

“Clover! What are you doing here?"

Clover sank down on one of the chairs.

"A double shot, please" Clover joked, but probably wouldn't say no to a little refresher either.

"Tired?" Violet laughed, handing her a glass of water instead.

"Mhm..." Clover rubbed her face. "I´m slowly running out of energy... Well, how are your squeeze-points doing?"

They exchanged their data. While Violet was doing pretty well with a total of 17 points, Clover had (still) only gathered five points so far.

"Meh... I knew I'd loose" Clover mumbled.

"It's still not too late" Violet tried cheering her up. There's still plenty of time to touch Solom-"

"DONT." Clover shot her giggling friend a glare. "Look, it's not even anything personal, I just... Feel very weird inside when I imagine me walking up to Solomon like this."

Violet's smirk widened.

"You mean like... The fluttery feeling of butterflies in your stomach? Clover, could it be...?! That you lov-"

"I will eliminate you if you end this sentence."

She couldn't hide a smile at the joke, but soon Clover had to realise that her persistence to not squeeze Solomon's tail would have drastic consequences.

"You know...” Violet thought out loud at some point. "We never thought of a price for the winner of our challenge, did we?"

"... Nope."

The ideas kept processing in Violet's head. Then it hit her.

"Or maybe... Rather than thinking of a price, let's do a penalty for the loser."

Clover's eyes wandered up to meet hers, her face curling into a "I don't like where this is going" expression.

"How abooouut... The loser..." Violet began.

"Don't."

"... Has toooo..."

"Please don't."

"...Touch..."

"Why do you hate me."

"... Solomon's tail?" Violet grinned proudly.

"... You really hate me, don't you?"

"Come on, Clover" Violet cheered. "There's still time for you to score some points~!"

Clover wanted to reply something when a weird round of girly giggles caught their attention.

Around the dining tables, a group of female succubi where currently being served by Beel.

But they didn't seem to be interested in the drinks in his hand, but much rather in the man holding them. Even from the bar, the human girls could hear their excited squeals as they kept batting their eyes at the demon.

Clover's head landed on the bar counter in a depressed sigh.

"Whatever... I don't really care about the game anyway..."

In an instant, Violet's whole tone had changed.

"Clover..." She mumbled, voice soft as the patted her friend's head.

"It's been like this the whole evening" Clover grumbled, eyes pointing to the group of succubi. "I can't blame them, but... When I hear them thirsting over Beel, I…"

"Just go up to him" Violet said. "You know Beel, it's not like he'd be interested in some random demons."

The frown on Clover's face deepened. "... And in no random human, either..."

"Stop saying that. You know he likes your company. Likes you."

Clover shook her head.

"Just... Leave me, okay. Thank you, but... I'm just a little angry at myself. I also had so many chances to squeeze his tail but... Yeah..."

Violet clearly remained bothered, but Clover was quick to change the topic.

"Did you get that Luci-butt already?"

"... No" Violet cried. "He dashed away to grab Mammon, and they vanished in the staff room."

"... That's why Mammon was tied to the ceiling fan!" Clover called out. "Explains a lot."

Violet gave a nod, however continuing with her trail of thought.

"It's been quite a while, though... He should have been around the casino area, but wasn't there... And now he's on break, but, again, I have no idea where he is."

"Go search for him" Clover said. "I'll back you up here. I need something to do anyway, so... Go get your man. There's still his tail in need to be squished, right?"

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They argued a little, but in the end, Violet accepted Clover's offer and excused herself into an early break. Violet was searching through the whole club. Asking some of the brothers, too, but none could give her a clue. She wasn't able to find him anywhere, so in her desperation, she went up to Simeon.

"Hey, Simeon? Have you seen Lucifer anywhere?"

The angel turned to greet her as well.

"Hello", he smiled. "Does he have a shift right now? If not, maybe he is using the restroom."

"Hm... I've been looking for him for a while now, though..."

Simeon mustered her for a moment.

"He might also be outside to catch some fresh air" he continued his trail of thought. "But I fear he might get a cold if he stays out for too long. Would you mind taking care of him?"

"Huh?" Violet's eyes widened in surprise.

"Lucy always had a bad habit of taking too little care of himself. So, could you check on him? I am sure he would be delighted to see you."

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When Violet pulled open the heavy doors of the bar's back entrance, a head turned towards her immediately.

"Lucifer...!" she called out, looking down on the demon sitting on the stairs.

"Violet... Did something happen?"

He was already in the movement of standing up, worry spreading in his face.

"No no, everything's fine!" Violet quickly assured him. "I just came looking for you."

He stopped mid-motion, but in the end sat down again.

"Why?"

Violet bit her lip. She decided to plonk down beside him.

"I'm also on break now. I thought we could spend it together and relax a little."

She felt his gaze on her, but as soon as she turned to face him, he was looking off into the distance.

"I am pleased to hear you decided to grand me your free time" he smiled. Then, he gave a sigh.

"However... I should probably head back in soon. Someone might need my help-"

"S-stay!"

Violet impulsively grabbed Lucifer's arm before he could escape.

They stared at each other. Until Lucifer let out a breathy laugh.

"Well, if you demand my presence that much... I fear I cannot turn down a request from you."

A little silence came over them. From the side glances Violet threw him, the demon looked kind of... Odd.

"Ah... Is there something you need from me, perhaps?" Lucifer asked. "Or why is it that you want me to stay so badly?"

And from how he looked at her, his perfect attire not shattered, but shreds of exhaustion glistening in his eyes, Violet knew that he wasn't okay.

"I'm good", she replied. "I simply... Wanted to check if you're doing good, too."

Surprise crossed Lucifer's face.

"Of course" he replied. "I am used to working until late."

However, Violet kept inspecting him.

"... Are you worried about me?" he asked. She did not really answer with more than a guilty glance off to the side. "Your worry is misplaced. I am nothing out of the usual."

Violet almost gave a grumbly noise. So he wasn't going to break through his perfect face so easily, huh?

"Okay", she said, tone almost as if she didn't really care. "You know, because I feel kind of exhausted."

Lucifer was hesitating. "... Explain."

"We've been running around for hours" Violet began to list. "The music inside is rather loud, especially near the dance hall. Mammon keeps causing trouble... Well, not only him. It's always tricky dealing with an angry Satan, too, or Beel when he's hungry, or with Asmo when he's... horny..."

The demon interrupted her by giving a huff. He had seen through her plan.

"... So you've come to pity me? Do I seem that weak to you?"

"What? No!" she exclaimed. "I would never think of you as weak!"

She made a little pause. A little nervous, she stretched out her hand to link her pinky finger with his.

"But I... Also don't think it's a sign of weakness to share your exhaustion with others... Let alone to be exhausted in the first place."

His crimson eyes met hers.

"... Why would I be exhausted?" he mumbled. "Dealing with this scumbag of a brother, keeping Beel from illegally eating food supplies without paying for them... Asmo groping strangers, Satan mocking me on purpose... Levi clinging to my side, whining that he wants to go home like some toddler... Oh, did you know Belphie locked himself in one of the toilet stalls to sleep? For two whole hours?" he was waiting for her to laugh, but had to endure her worried expression. "And then there's Lord Diavolo... Mixing his own sparks of crazy into this chaos..."

Mumbling the last part, he looked down on his clothing... Or rather the places where he normally would wear some.

Then his head perked up again.

"Why should I be exhausted?" he asked again. "All that is... Nothing out of the usual..."

Violet's lips curled into a sad smile.

Now she placed his whole hand into her palms.

"You work really hard, Lucifer."

He tried a cheeky smirk. "Words of flattery won't be enough to convince..."

But Lucifer's voice trailed off.

One could even debate that his mouth fell open just a slight bit, seeing the look Violet gave him.

So warm that it truly caught him off guard...

As if admitting his defeat, Lucifer went silent.

He enjoyed how her thumb gently brushed over his hand for a while as he was taking breaths of the fresh midnight air.

Violet was patiently waiting for him until eventually, he would speak up again.

"Aren't you cold?" Lucifer asked. "Your human body surely isn't used to the temperatures of Devildom nights..."

"Huh? No, I'm fine, don't worry about me."

"Oh, surely you are..." The teasing tone in his voice was back. "And I'm sure your outfit is only helping, isn't it~?"

He shot Violet some obvious glances, leading her to instinctively cover her body in a blush.

"Like you're one to talk...!" she mumbled.

"You got me there..." he chuckled. "I would lend you a jacket if I had one, but..."

Lucifer silently gestured at the arm sleeves, shrugging in a manner of "nothin doin".

He got a laugh out of her, and his relief immediately showed on his face.

"Your smiling face will have to keep me warm, then" he said.

Violet's smile turned into a blush immediately.

"Oh~?", he smirked. "A blush is fine as well, thank you~"

Struggling, Violet turned away slightly, trying not to embarrass herself even more.

Then, she felt arms being wrapped around her.

"However, I fear I have to take responsibility for keeping you warm as well..." he murmured close to her ear. "After all, it is my fault you have to sit here..."

The girl turned, and wrapping her arms around him as well, nuzzled her face into his warm skin.

"It's not your fault", she replied softly. "I chose to come and find you."

"... I still don't understand why."

"I told you" Violet smiled. "There's nothing wrong with taking a break from time to time. And if I, in any way, can help you with that, I'd love to do so."

She heard him breathe softly as he was searching for a response.

"... Thank you", he decided to say.

She squeezed him tightly. "You're welcome."

"...Stay like this for a little longer" Lucifer asked of her when it felt as if Violet was trying to pull away.

Of course, she agreed, and so they relaxed into each other’s embrace for a little longer.

Without meaning to, over time Violet's arms were sliding down his body a little, just enough to accidentally brush over something fluffy with her fingertip.

But, oh well, who would even mind gathering points for some silly game when there was something -- or rather, someone else to focus on...

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They only parted after Lucifer's phone pulled them back into reality.

Sighing, he announced the end of their break.

"I'm glad we are closing soon..." he mumbled and helped Violet stand up. "Although, cleaning the place will probably leave us with another hour of work until we finally get to head home..."

"It will be exhausting… But we'll power through it" Violet assured, squishing his hand in encouragement.

"Yes..." Lucifer nodded.

Then, he pulled her closer one last time, wrapping one arm around her waist while looking down into her eyes.

"However... I would much appreciate it if we could keep our break a secret."

"Uhm..." the girl blinked, confused. "Sure, but may I ask why?"

"No reason in particular... I would simply ask that as a personal favour."

Then, he leaned in closer. Resting his chin on her shoulder, his hand reached to her lower back.

And Violet gave a gasp as she felt how he provocatively played with her bunny tail.

"In return, I will keep your secrets safe, too."

He pulled back, responding to her dazzled expression with a sly smirk, before passing her to open the door.

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Being the gentleman he was, Lucifer held the door open, smiling at the lady as he gestured her to step inside.

"Thank y..." Violet was about to say,

Then both of them looked inside the kitchen.

Beel stood there, together with Clover, both giggling as they snacked on some sweets.

Violet wanted to smile at the sight… But the "shit, we got caught" expression on both of their faces, paired with Lucifer's tangible anger, made her frown instead.

"... Oops" Clover and Beel pressed out, simultaneously letting go of the meringues they had in their hands.

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To understand how that situation came to existence, we should go back in time to take a look at Clover's side of the story.

She was cleaning the tables when yet another giggle pulled her out of her thoughts.

The girl felt tired, and had started to count down the minutes left until she could finally go home.

She was really done with life. And those certain giggles made it only worse. She would admit that she wasn't good with things like jealousy.

She just couldn't deal with it.

Not in a way like Mammon, for example, was expressing his tsundere feelings.

No, her way of coping was more... Self hating (like Levi I guess),

And hearing for yet another time how some hot demon girls called a certain waiter over to them drove her insane.

"Do you want to try my cake, Beel~?"

Clover flinched.

She peeked up to see how a demon caressed Beel's arm as she waited for his answer to her question.

Clover couldn't see his face, but, judging from his tone, he was wearing his usual frown.

"... I'm not allowed to eat the food we serve..."

"Oh, don't be like that..." The demon responded, loading some cake onto her fork. "It's my cake now, so I decide who gets to eat it. And I really want yooouuuu..."

She stopped, then one of her friends giggled.

"Are you going to finish that sentence?"

"It's already finished", she purred, seductively winking at Beel before leading the fork up to his face.

Beel was hesitating, for two whole seconds, before chomping down on both, cake and fork.

"Oh... Not again..." He mumbled.

The girls gave a giggle.

"Beel, you're such a beast!" The main (bitch) demon hummed. "That's no good, though... I wanted to feed you another bite, but how, without fork...?"

"Guess you´ll have to do mouth to mouth feeding...", Another chick chuckled.

And as the demon girl stood up to do exactly that, Clover stomped away impulsively.

In her fury, she didn't notice how someone was calling for her. She targeted the table in the most opposite corner possible as someone pulled her arm.

Belphie was staring at her, holding her by her wrist.

"... You're pathetic" he said.

"Thank you, tell me something I don't know yet." Clover pulled her arm out of his grip. "And, what, you've got nothing better to do then watch me be pathetic?"

Belphie blinked in surprise. “I would usually agree that it´s pretty funny to watch you get angry, but I´ve seen you be like this all night. What´s getting you this agitated?”

A deep frown spread on her face, but Clover didn´t answer. So Belphie looked back to Beel.

“Is it because of the succubi? Because of Beel?”

“… Please, leave me alone…”

She didn’t see his worried expression as Belphie was trying to figure the answer to his question.

“… Are you really this insecure?” He finally decided to ask.

As her only response was a short side glare with wet eyes, Belphie understood she wouldn´t talk about it.

“Really… Both of you can be such a pain to deal with…” Belphie breathed before leaving Clover alone.

And Clover felt even worse now.

Not only being so horrible inside, but Belphie tried to help her and she rejected it.

She fought tears as she furiously wiped the already clean table.

Pathetic. Yes, she was so pathetic. Honestly, Beel was probably in better company with those succubi than with an idiotic, childish human like her-

Clover got lifted off of the ground.

Squealing, she noticed too late how arms had wrapped around her thighs, leading her to now flail in the air in panic.

"Wh-what?!" Clover panicked.

"It's time for a break" She felt the culprit cheering into her back.

"... Beel?"

Beelzebub began to head through the local, the girl still in his arms.

"Let's go to the kitchen" he said. "Belphie just told you need a break, and I need your help with something..."

Clover gave some more confused noises, but it was impossible to move in the demon's grip anyway.

"O-okay, but... You don't have to carry me, I'm probably heavy..."

She felt him chuckle. "Heavy? I can carry you with one arm. Look!"

He stretched out his right arm to demonstrate. Beel led them into the kitchen.

The local wasn't serving any food at this late hour, so they appeared to be alone here.

"U-uhm... Beel, are you going to put me down somewhen soon, or...?"

"Yeah, soon..." he mumbled, then walked up to one of the shelves hanging on the wall. "Do you perhaps see anything on top of the shelf?"

Clover tilted her head.

"Yeah, there's a box of... What's that...? Meringues?"

Absolutely delicious meringues!"

Clover gave a little chuckle at the excitement in his voice, but her expression did a full turn when she saw the note attached to the box:

'BEEL. DO NOT EAT.'

"Could you get them for me?" Beel smiled innocently.

The girl hesitated, so Beel asked again. "Please, I can't reach them alone. The shelf is up too high."

"Well... I'm guessing someone hid them there on purpose..."

"Please, Clover... I'm so hungry..."

But as he realised she wasn't going to hand him the box that easily, he let her down to rest on the counter they had been standing in front of.

"Beel, I know you're hungry, but..." she began, however halted as she noticed how terribly tired he looked.“... Are you okay?"

The demon gave a little sigh. "No... I'm exhausted... Not like after training, but just... drained." He leaned against the counter next to her. "What about you? Aren't you tired? Have the customers been nice to you?"

"Huh? Yeah, they have."

"Good" he nodded. "We were afraid that some of the guests might harass you or Violet, but I guess Lucifer's official warning was enough to scare them off..."

Clover fiddled with her fingers.

"There was no need to worry, though. I don't think anyone would have approached us… or me, at least" she said, laughing awkwardly. "I don't have a fair share of people crushing on me like you, hahaha..."

Beel looked at her. "Good. You don't need any demons trying to seduce you. I wouldn't want you to go through a hassle like this..."

"... You don't like the attention?"

He shrugged. "Not really... But I have to be nice to them, so I tend to just ignore what they say. I won't say no to free food or extra money, but... I don't really see why they behave like this."

Clover chuckled, feeling relief at his words.

"Diavolo already said it... Good-looking staff makes more profit."

Beel blinked at her, processing her words. "... Thank you."

"Nothing to thank me for" Clover smiled shyly.

He went silent.

"No... No, there is", Beel then suddenly said, pushing himself off the counter to stand in front of her again. "I've been hit on the whole evening, but... somehow, it feels nice if you're the one to compliment me... You always make me feel nice inside. And for that, I should thank you."

He blessed her with a smile that, obviously, was directly followed by the girls' heart exploding in the love she felt for this man.

However, he still gave off odd vibes.

"...Beel?" Clover called out, seeing how he was deeply contemplating something.

"I was thinking of thanking you with some... Meringues" his smile widened.

"... Beel."

"They're supposed to be delicious! I could feed them to you... If I manage to contain myself. But I'd try really hard, because it´s for you.”

"Beel..." Clover sighed, watching as his puppy grin spread on his face more and more.

"Wouldn't that be nice to feed each other a nice treat...?" he changed into begging puppy eyes.

They stared at each other.

"Beel."

"Clover?"

"We both know you have wings, or could have simply climbed onto the counter if you wanted to get those sweets."

"... But I wanted to share them with you...?"

"We also both know how Lucifer tends to cast spells on the things that you are absolutely not allowed to eat. But those tend to apply to demons only most of the time."

Beelzebub went silent.

"What was that earlier?” Clover continued. “About you not wanting me to be lured by demons? And now, I find myself sweet-talked like this?"

His face had ultimately changed into sulking puppy mode.

"... But I... I'm... I really mean what I said…"

Clover crossed her arms.

"You're a sly demon, mister" she scolded. "And to think you'd take advantage of me like this...!" She fake cried in disbelief.

"I'm sorry..." he pouted.

Silence came over them, in which Clover fully knew that he was thinking of both, how to make it up to her AND how to achieve his goal anyway.

His idea surprised her, though.

"... Want to touch my bunny tail?"

"... Huh?"

"I've seen you and Violet do this to the others" Beel said. "I don't why, but you seemed to have fun, so..." He turned around to expose his tail. "AND I'll treat you with some of the meringues, of course", he added as he noticed Clover was seriously considering his offer.

Clover was grunting something. "Lucifer will kill us", she said.

"He doesn't have to find out."

"... You're evil..."

"Well, I AM a demon, after all" Beel laughed.

And as he teasingly wiggled his tail at her, Clover gave in to the temptation...

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"Beel... Clover... Would you care to explain what I have to look at right now...?"

Lucifer crossed his arms as he spoke.

Yeah, they were SO screwed.

"... Uhm..." Beel started to mumble while Clover felt her stomach turn in guilt.

"Beel" Lucifer called out again. "Could those be the meringues that I have personally bought and reserved for me to enjoy after work?"

"... There was no name written on it" the avatar of Gluttony said.

Lucifer pierced him with an angry stare. Then he turned towards Clover.

"And you" his tone had the girl shiver visibly. "Demons were unable to touch that box. Hence, I assume it was you who got them? AND ate them, as well?"

"I forced her to do it" Beel immediately chimed in.

"Huh?” Clover blinked in surprise. "Beel, no... I got them! And asked Beel to try them with me. It's my f-fault" she lied.

Now Beel was the one to look confused, and the two kind of drowned in a spiral of trying to protect the other one. But the ruckus only fueled Lucifer's displease.

Already stressed out, he felt like he was about to explode.

If not for Violet who kept him steady.

"Lucifer" she mumbled in a mellow voice, stroking over his arm in a calming gesture. "Don't stress yourself. They will buy you a new package."

Lucifer shot her about the same angered glare as he had done with the others, but softened as he mustered her comforting smile.

With a sigh, Lucifer stepped closer to Beel and Clover.

"... You are lucky to have Violet standing up for you..." he mumbled. "As compensation, I order three boxes of those meringues. Oh, and when we close the bar, do not expect to leave until everything is as tidy as can be."

"Y-yes, sir...!"

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Slowly (very slowly I know) but steadily, the evening came to an end...

A lot has happened, way too much to fit into this... One shot... Story... * glances at the total approximate reading time of one hour*

...Well. Let's not talk about that...

A little after 4 AM, every last customer had left the bar/ had been carried out of the dancing hall (like, a few of the most drunk ones literally had to be yeeted out of the local.)

Now everything that was left was cleaning up the local.

Lucifer took it upon himself to punish all of his brothers - and Clover - for annoying him at some point during this event. So those appeared to have an extra load of work, while he pulled Violet aside with him for some more leisure cleaning.

Around five in the morning, it seemed like the bunny crew was finally finished.

"Alright..." Barbatos mumbled, stepping out of the last hall he needed to check. "It seems we are done. All that is left is to take out the trash as we go."

"... How are we supposed to take out the trash? Mammon is still tied to the ceiling" Belphie mumbled casually.

"WHO DID YOU JUST CALL TRASH?!" Some Mammon screamed from the staff's room.

Clover mustered them in amusement, when Violet walked up to her.

"Ooooh, Clooveerrrr...." the girl hummed in a rather... Scary tone.

"... I don't like the look on your face" Clover stated in growing fear.

"You know... We still need to see who's won the challenge" Violet grinned.

Clover crossed her arms. "... Do we really need to compare?"

"Yes."

"Uggghhh..." Clover frowned. She pulled out her phone:

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Clover: Lord Diavolo? May we ask how many points you have?

Diavolo: I managed to gather 12 points, fair and square. How many do you two have?

Violet: I have 20 points in total... Although I'm not 100% sure if Lucifer noticed me earlier...

Clover: ...

* Clover has left the chatroom *

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"Violet, I don't want to do this."

Clover's friend mustered her with a smirk.

"Well..." Violet hummed. "I'm not forcing you, but... You did loose, after all..."

"Violeeet..."

"And look" she pointed at the hall in front of the dressing rooms. "He's standing there, alone, for some reason... It's fate, Clover."

Clover gave the ugliest growl.

But in the end she walked up to Solomon.

She didn't even know how to approach this. Should she try to make it sneaky, or just awkwardly ask?

Legs wobbly, Clover came to a stop behind the sorcerer, reaching out her hand in the same moment that he turned around to face her.

"Oh, hello", Solomon cheered. "Can I help you?"

She flinched backwards.

"Uuhhhh..."

Solomon gave her a confused look, but didn't get to say anything.

Coincidentally, Levi happened to walk up to them as well, wanting something from Solomon.

The human turned around as the two talked.

And finally…

Solomon's bunny tail got touched.

...

Clover escaped immediately. Avoiding any kind of interaction, at all costs.

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The last thing to do before everyone could return home was getting dressed normally again.

And everyone felt so tired that they really just wanted to hit the hay, when...

A panicked scream rang out of the stall Clover was changing in.

"... Clover?" Violet called out, already dressed normally again.

The girl gave continuous panicked noises, pressed out random “What is happening-?!”´s.

Then, all of a sudden, silence came over them.

“Cl… Clover…?” Visibly concerned, Violet was standing in front of the stall´s door, unsure what to do. As she didn´t get an answer, she was trying to open the door, but it was locked.

She had to hurry to get someone to help, and as her face screamed “we have trouble”, most of her friends came to look what was going on.

Barbatos had to help open the stalls door, and when Violet carefully pushed it open…

They saw a small, brown bunny sitting on the floor.

Its green eyes were staring up into the countless pairs of puzzled eyes as they tried to understand the situation.

Violet was the first one to move again. She slowly lowered herself, reaching out to the animal.

“Is that you… Clover?”

“HUH?!”

Half of the people there stared at the girl in disbelief.

“You´re telling me THIS is CLOVER??” Mammon asked with big eyes. Violet had picked the bunny up and stepped out of the stall to get a better look at Clover.

“What happened to her?” Beel asked, worry spread over his face.

Bunny Clover seemed to understand their words. Or at least, she suddenly turned her fluffy head, staring directly at Solomon.

And, well, the sorcerer stared back, an amused smile on his face.

"Ah... So Clover DID touch my tail, after all!"

"... What."

The whole group was now demanding answers.

Solomon chuckled, placing his gaze on Violet now. "I was waiting until one of you would finally approach me and touch my tail... But oddly, none of you seemed to have interest in touching it... I thought I had made myself an easy target, but I must have made it too obvious..."

Violet´s mouth fell open a tad bit.

"... So you really knew of our challenge?" She dared to ask.

But Solomon would only continue to laugh.

"I honestly thought my efforts would go to waste..." He mustered the bunny in her arms. "Don't worry though, the spell will wear off eventually."

"Eventually??" Levi repeated.

"Yes, in a few days or so."

"WHAT?!"

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The whole way back to the house of Lamentation, Violet had to deal with this grumpy, pissed, simply angwy bunny in her arms. Clover couldn´t speak, but the little facial expression she could give said it all.

“Hey, Cloverrr…” Violet attempted to cheer her up. “Don´t look at me like that… It was fun, wasn´t it?”

Bunny Clover snuffled grumpily.

Yeah, yeah, she thought. It´s all fun and games until it´s about Solomon.

Meanwhile, Bunny Clover had to endure how the brothers kept poking her fluffy fur or took pictures of her.

If she could, Clover would have given a big sigh.

THIS is exactly why I don't trust Solomon... Never did, never will...

#obey me #obey me shall we date #obey me fanfic #obey me bunny event #IT IS COMPLETED #WHY CAN I NOT WRITE SHORT STUFF THO #i hope you enjoyed this :>

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Saturday an overarching day that's both conduit and shelter for souls in transition.

Thoughts of the more disturbing kind and their covert operations intrude even in our leisure time.

Little did I know what lay ahead.

All these scenarios flashed across my mind as the wheels of my car screeched to a halt.

Shafts of radiant sunlight revealed an embroidered placard.

A cryptic but apocryphal question -

Going somewhere?

Light green brush strokes and entwined leaves garnished the borders of this plaque.

A hitchhiker appeared with the most expressive eyes.

Like shining windows openly admitting the rush of a golden dawn.

A rippling nuanced voice spoke.

“Hello, I'm Lelia. Life is a series of stops

and strange encounters.

A journey of some kind.”

Thought-provoking stuff!

She extended her supple skin right hand.

“Hop in.

I'm Joshua King. Going anywhere in particular?"

I enquired archly after the ritual handshake.

"Besides going somewhere or nowhere in particular.”

I continued.

"In one sense I'm not sure. But there is this place we should all go to.

You'll know what I mean later.”

Lelia mysteriously.

"Not to worry.

Travel is therapy for me."

What made me, Joshua King , say that?

The mind can be overpopulated with figments.

Frustrated figments waiting for that freedom dash.

Some have the seeds of alternative visions.

A svelte lady wearing an azure blue padded jacket and sea blue denims glided gracefully into my car.

Hatha yoga asana entry.

My pinstripe attire seemed conventional.

It was at odds with this philosophical journey man.

"Love the aroma ....air freshener.

Orchard in a vehicle tantalising nostrils.

Symbol of attempted purge."

Her voice dropped a few keys to a lower register.

Redolent of metaphysics classes I had to abandon.

I was naive enough to believe that attending these courses would fix my “issues.”

They were more than just momentary bugs.

They couldn't be spray canned away.

I was, however, adept at avoiding their resolution.

Draft dodger or fugitive adept.

My “issues” were other "selves.”

I called them timid, anxious, fidgety,scrupulous withdrawn.

“What’s more I chat to them.

Under my breath. These chats I call the "whispers.”

Will Lelia notice?

Will she spot them?"

My twin brother Jonah, a twin in every sense could point out my tendency to flee.

We spot each other’s flaws with aplomb.

The twinning of tortured psyches.

Banter between mirror images of real selves!

Jonah was an integral part of these "whispers" too!

All these thoughts were doing hula hoops in my head as Lelia made herself comfortable.

In the process peculiarities surfaced which seemed more than the usual passing quirks.

"I'm Lelia, again. Don't forget. You probably won't.

This place I alluded to is but a distance from here.

Distance is a gulf whose magnitude is shaped by it's smoothness of passage.

Or the fate that awaits one at journey’s end.

My destination is another world altogether."

A lady who could structure her sentences with the adroitness of a cryptic crossword clue setter.

Tapping me on the shoulder at the most obscure angle she extended her hand again.

Her fingers and thumb spatially arranged with the tutored

stillness of a TM Guru.

Was that repetition a neurotic oddity or a symptom of a deeper malaise?

I nodded to the said hand gesture.

We both brushed this bizarre incident off as it had no instant moment.

It seemed as if I was talking to someone quite out of the ordinary.

The spot on asides and the strict avoidance of that verbal litter referred to as small talk suggested as much.

Pauses. They did surface periodically.

The silence was then punctuated by a sudden remark.

"All those conifers. Look at how they reach out to the sky.”

This was just the start of one of Lelia’s poetic observations.

“They seem so close yet isolated.

There is something almost within their grasp.

Almost.”

Lelia nonplussed.

“See the adjoining fields. The green is but a cover. They are as neighbours in a high rise flat.

One could say they are both connected and disconnected at the same time.

As for those dips in the valleys? Well, they could signify some sort of rise and fall."

Lelia resting her case momentarily.

“A resurrection. After the fall.

Oh the Lazarus within us all."

Joshua deadpanned.

“I'm a bit of a writer and maths researcher.”

I proffered.

"Recluses some say.

Oh, I didn't mean you

Necessarily.”

Ouch, said my shattered Id.

Lelia, archer of the scar inflicting verbal.

Bow and arrow baroness of stinging broadsides.

This offshoot to our conversation was infused with a wry allusion.

Insight on a whim. Fleeting.

We both laughed at the incongruity of a conversation that had become very elliptical in form.

Tangents cropped up as impetus to the other person's willingness to reveal themselves.

Lelia didn't exactly volunteer her vocation but left clues.

“You didn't say what you did?

Student ...essayist ...author."

Me sounding Lelia out.

“Oh no children….dashing right across the road in front of us.

Squealing with delight. Whoops of innocent joy? They are sticking out their tongues now!”

Hair-raising moment I hadn't anticipated.

I spied Lelia sticking her tongue out at those reckless varmints.

She stopped the minute I noticed.

“Children …….sometimes you have to act like a kid when dealing with kids."

Straight and to the point from this hitchhiker.

She now resumed the thread of an earlier topic.

“Work ….you asked about work.

I sort of work and play with the mind.

Play act too.”

A retort of sudoku like complexity.

As I digested lelia’s response it dawned on me how much like people my "selves”were.

Even when driving I "dialogued” those various aspects.

“You've an interesting face. The face is like a map, I say.

Heard you mutter about your "selves."

Leslie being cheeky..

Silence as challenge started to creep in.

Russian roulette within the rules.

“Watch your driving, there." Lelia in a more down to earth tone.

Her different voices now somersaulting..

“Very quite aren't we, Josh?"

Josh mark you!

Sounding me out like an interrogator trying to crack a stubborn suspect.

Without a word of warning Lelia raised her voice and got into a tantrum.

“What's the matter ….lost something ?”

Joshua said anxiously.

A curious search resembling a scrum ensued.

Then more silence..

I craned my neck and spotted an uncanny regression.

Lelia talking to herself in a child like manner and then changing tack..

“Don't worry. Found what I was looking for.”

Another void.

A tense lull. A little lockjaw appears when the juice runs out of discourse.

I squinted in the mirror once more.

This time Lelia was talking to her palm..

Staring vacantly at it she kept repeating the name Linda.

Lelia continued oblivious to what I saw or might be thinking.

She hummed this strange lullaby..

Suddenly my "selves" surfaced in an uncontrollable flurry.

I tried to suppress them but failed abysmally.

The "whispers and selves" started to have a life of their own.

This car is getting a bit crowded.

It's being converted into a train with fantasy passengers on board.

The sort one hears late at night hurtling through the countryside with dim lights flickering.

Both inside and outside this vehicle a tumult of events was taking place.

Out of the blue the rain poured heavily.

“The gods or the elements must be cross or something.” Lelia opined.

“Let’s get introduced to my playmate in a palm.

Linda, these are Joshua’s true other selves.”

Lelia chuckling.

A comic situation arose where I changed my voice for each of my "selves" by way of introduction.

My great powers of concentration helped while driving.

"Pleased to meet you, Linda.”

Lelia altered her voice when teasing all my "selves."

She had some experience as a ventriloquist.

But Lelia was having this hypnotic effect too.

I was being manipulated.

One by one my highly personalised complexes were being extracted and subject to a rigorous grilling.

This was some hitchhiker.

Was this car journey now becoming a high rent farce or a mock therapy session from an amateur shrink?

The rain continued to lash and my other "selves" felt like the last sting of a dying wasp.

A certain lightness ensued.

Almost as if my “aspects” were floating away.

For the first time my "other selves“ didn't seem to have this grip on me.

But deep down I knew I wanted to keep a little of them.

Although they were a burden they did have their positive aspects.

“Jonah … he still bugs doesn't he.

He’s almost like one of those "other selves!"

The "whispers" I heard earlier … I've a very delicate ear.

Those under the breath "whispers" gave the game away.

The names and complex relations between them."

Lelia now probing very deeply.

The wind howled and the rain splashed across the bonnet like seafront waves.

There was a warped synchronicity..

As my complexes receded so did the thunderous weather.

They were working in tandem.

“Wash it all away. Come on, come on

See me waving my wand.”

Lelia chanted.

The Exorcist film had nothing on this.

Before his very eyes Joshua's "reticence" and the other "selves" were disappearing virtually.

Against the backdrop of all this inner and outer ferment Lelia kept looking out the window.

Was that this home she mentioned earlier getting closer as Joshua was

"going home” to himself?

“Windows are amazing.

They show us the world but sometimes screen us from it.”

Lelia wiping

fog from the car window.

“Trees and branches swaying. Clouds darkening.

Thickening ominously.

Exodus of pedestrians seeking answers.”

Her voice penetrating Joshua.

“Am I being cleansed of what they call inner demons?"

Joshua panic stricken.

"This other worldly person has me spellbound.

There's a chessboard in this moving vehicle.

A total stranger has me in her palm.” .

Lelia assumed various postures.

As Joshua was the driver she didn't want to send him to sleep.

Lelia's voice was either a hypnotist's drone or excited sports commentator.

Joshua could never forget this encounter.

“Don't forget Jonah too. Joshua wherever he might be.”

Her sinister tone rising.

“The name on your credit card.

I found it earlier when searching for my script.

Joshua Jonah king.”

Joshua confessed he was an only child.

“Am I a prisoner?.

Must button my lip.

I'm being freed and incarcerated by this person, the likes of whom I've never met before.”

Joshua felt this final therapeutic process coursing through him.

Very little was left of his "selves", “whispers.”

Joshua drove through a stoically preserved area whose haunting nature was blurred by this encounter.

“Terrible to have all these half worlds revealed with such clinical accuracy.”

Joshua to himself.

Lelia's voice gradually lost its domineering tone.

At this point by accident or design the tense atmosphere eased.

“You are probably wondering where this is all going to end.

Maybe I have whispers, Jonah's and selves to face too.”

A casual Lelia random comment.

On this occasion a composite of adult confidence and infantile charm.

“Oh here we are, this place.

She stated.

Joshua had undergone a sea change catharsis due to the “selves” and “whispers” being evacuated.

“Should I thank this lady or what? I’ll never be the same again but is that for the right reason?

Jonah my make-believe twin. Don't really need him do I?”

Joshua pondered.

“Back to earth my dear.

This is where we shake hands and part.”

Lelia again.

“Better change the name on that credit card.

Keeping stuff like that from credit card companies could land you in trouble.’

A cackle from Lelia this time.

“See that building. That's what I meant early on.

It's called Another World School of Acting.”

Lelia alighted and pointed to this centre.

"Acting is therapy. That's their motto.

Therapy in every sense!

But you don't want to take every word I say literally do you?

Forgot to mention they are auditioning for a play.

It's called “Inside The Split Mind." She said.

"Wonder will I get the part?”

As she leant over to shake hands her eyes had a certain lost look about them.

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hannahindie · 4 years

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Liar, Liar

Characters: Dean Winchester x Reader Word Count: 1,697 Warnings: Angst, smut-ish, language Author’s note: @cosicas-cuquis sent me a prompt request and it took me like two weeks to actually do it, but here it is. Still trying to get back into the swing of things, so I hope you all enjoy it! If you are not 18+, walk away. Just....walk away.

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Heavy breathing. The sharp, metallic taste of blood. Racing hearts. Heavy silence, pregnant with anger.

She can feel him staring at her, and imagines she can hear the crack of his knuckles as he clenches his fist. She’s positive he won’t hit her; he’s angry, but he would never hit her. This fact doesn’t make him any less terrifying. In fact, it may make it worse, because there are really only two outcomes now that physical violence is out: yelling or silently walking away.

She prefers the yelling.

She looks down at the body at her feet as she wipes away the blood dripping from her lip. She always feels bad after killing a demon; not because of the demon, but because of the broken shell they leave behind.

“I guess we should burn this-“

She’s cut off by the sound of metal against concrete as Dean throws the pipe he was just using as a weapon to the ground. She flinches at the sharp clatter. Yelling it is.

“What the hell was that?”

She pauses, unsure of how to answer. Regardless of what she says, she is going to sound like a smart ass. She decides to go with it.

“Well, it was a demon. Now it’s a corpse that we should probably burn.”

She doesn’t have to look at him to know what he looks like. She can see his expression; his brows furrowed, his green eyes flashing angrily. He’s biting his lip, fists clenched, his right ring finger tapping furiously against his leg.

“Quit being a smart ass, you knew what I meant.” He isn’t yelling, he’s actually quieter than she was expecting. He mostly sounds tired. “Why?”

She turns to face him, and it’s her turn to be angry. “Why? Because you’re going to Hell, Dean, and you don’t even care!”

“Of course I care! But you lied about where you were going, you lied about what you were doing! You could have died!”

“Yea, and you lied about your deal! You kept it from Sam, and from me. You didn’t even think of us, did you?”

He is silent as he stares at her, the anger still there but fading. “I didn’t lie! I just...omitted.”

Y/N closes her eyes and sighs. “How did we end up here again? You lie to protect me, I lie to protect you, we have to stop.”

Dean steps towards her, “I think we both know how we ended up here again.”

She knows. She’s caught him watching her when he thinks she’s not looking; she does the same to him. And, the moment she realized her feelings was when this vicious cycle of lying to protect Dean began.

“We have to stop. This is going to kill us, Dean.” She glances down at the dead man lying at her feet. “One day, one of us is going to be too late.”

She feels him step closer, and tries to ignore it.

“Then we quit lying. About everything.”

She laughs, an empty laugh that’s more mocking than true. “Oh, sure. Because that’s been working out so well for us.”

“It still brought us here...didn’t it?”

She slowly looks up, her eyes trailing from his boots, taking in the way his jeans fit, and how his flannel is snug on his arms, before her eyes finally lock with his. The anger from earlier is gone; instead something else is sparkling in the mossy green irises.

“Yea, but it’s still lying. I bet the reason you even came here was because of something else you were keeping from me. Right? There’s something else.” Dean runs a hand through his hair, stalling. “Dean-“

“Fine! If you tried to make a deal, tried to get me out of mine...Sam dies. And, as an extra, fun little bonus, they’d kill you, too.”

“Are you serious?! What the hell were you thinking, Dean?”

“What was I supposed to do?” he yells, throwing his arms out. “Sam was dead! Should I have just left him that way?”

“Yes!” She stops, shocked at her own response, then shakes her head. “No, of course not. But you can’t keep doing this!” She storms off, stomping through the warehouse and towards the car she has left outside.

“Where are you going?”

She stops at the Impala and whips around to face him again. “I’m leaving! This...what we have...whatever this is, it’s not good.”

“What we have? Last I checked, we weren’t anything.” He gets closer to her, forcing her back against the car. “I lied to you because I needed Sam to stay alive. You almost ruined that today, if anyone should be angry, it’s me!”

“I almost ruined it? I came here to save your ass! Because, imagine that, you neglected to tell me the little caveat to your deal! Honestly, if I had actually been successful in getting that damn demon to even talk to me, Sam and I would both be dead, and that would have been on your hands.”

She can see his jaw clench, teeth grinding as he considers his reply. He’s angry, but the look in his eyes shows something else; sadness, resignation. She immediately regrets saying it, because knowing Dean, he was already blaming himself.

This isn’t what she wanted. If there was ever a chance that they would finally get past ignoring their feelings for one another, it’s gone now. She has said some bitchy things in the past, but she is sure she’s gone too far this time. “Dean-”

“Just like everything else, huh? It’s always up to me to be the responsible one. Well, what if I don’t want to be the responsible one?! I just want, for once, for it to be someone else’s fucking fault!” He’s not quite yelling but she flinches at his tone. It’s one that’s usually reserved for other people, not her, and she realizes she would rather have him yell at her than this. He turns to walk away, and she grabs his arm.

“Dean, I’m sorry. That’s not what I meant, I just…” she trails off. She’s not sure what she meant, or what she wants. What she wants isn’t healthy, and now is not exactly the time.

He turns to face her again, this time stepping so close she’s pinned between him and the car. “Then what is it, huh? Please, tell me, because one minute it seems like you want us to be together, and the next minute it’s like you don’t want me around at all. So what is it? I need you to choose, because it’s getting exhausting.”

“I’m scared.” She whispers it, not wanting to admit it, but it’s the only explanation she has. “You’re leaving, Dean. And, not just on vacation. You’re going to hell, and you’re leaving me behind. What am I supposed to do? Declare my undying love to a man that’s just going to break my heart because he always has to save the world?”

He stares at her, the turmoil clear in his eyes, then pulls her into him, his lips crashing into hers. It’s almost painful, desperate, and she throws her arms around his neck to hold him there. He tastes like mint toothpaste and faintly of root beer. She has approximately five seconds to wonder why he tastes like root beer when she feels his hands on the button of her jeans.

“Dean…” she moans out, pulling back slightly to look at him.

“I’m sorry, this is probably a bad idea.”

She stares at him, searching his eyes as she tries to justify pulling away. But the way he’s staring back at her, the longing that matches hers...nothing seems to matter as much as feeling him at least once before he’s gone.

“Don’t stop.”

He doesn’t need to be told twice. His hands make quick work of the closure on her jeans and he yanks them down, tossing them behind him. Before she can reach for his, they’re gone and his hands are on her ass, lifting her up as he pins her against the car. She wraps her legs around him, gasping as she feels him press against her entrance. He kisses her neck, his lips gliding upward along her jaw as he slowly lowers her onto him, giving her time to adjust.

His breath tickling her ear as she feels him enter her is almost too much. She tightens her arms around his neck, trying to memorize how he feels against her. She knows he is strong, has seen what he is capable of, but is still surprised when his right hand leaves her ass and braces against the car, his left hand gripping her tighter as he picks up his pace. She wants to say something, but all she can muster is a throaty groan.

Neither of them speak, the only sounds in the lot of the abandoned warehouse their heavy breathing and occasional moan. She can feel herself getting close and she tightens her legs around his waist. They come together, quiet cries in the dark, and she leans her head back against the Impala as they both try to catch their breath. He slowly slips out of her and drops her to the ground, but he doesn’t move away. Instead, he stares down at her. She can’t pinpoint the look in his eyes, though it’s familiar.

“I love you.” He whispers it, and for a moment she’s not sure he even spoke. “I always have, Y/N. I always will.” It’s then that she can see the tears barely holding on, his eyes glistening in what little light there is from the one lamp post in the lot. “I don’t want to die...I don’t want to leave you.” She holds her arms out, and he nearly collapses into them. “I don’t want to die.”

She runs her fingers through his hair, shocked by his sudden confession. “I love you too,” she whispers back. She has no idea what else to say, no ideas to give, no quick fixes. “It’s going to be fine, Dean. We’ll figure out a way to fix this, I promise.”

Liar, liar.

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jay-and-dean · 4 years

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Don’t go with him

Dean x reader

This is a request by @alanegaming for my ***1500 Celebration*** :

“ Yayyyy Jay!! I’m so happy for you. I started following you about 8months ago and your stuff has grown so much sense then. You deserve all of the appreciation love ❤️❤️ If you have the time, can you write one on “please don’t go with him”! Angst with a happy ending maybe. Dean of course :))) Thank you so much for doing this. I’m excited ☺️☺️☺️ “

2. “Please don’t go with him.”

Warnings : Angst.

This is Dean’s Pov. I hope you like that beautiful <3

Words : 1002 (I don’t want to delete 2 words !)

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D.W.

Two little letters at her wrist. The black ink under her skin still bright and clear after all those years. Tattoos are forever, right ?

We were supposed to be too.

She barely looks at me as Sam gives her a beer to celebrate the end of that awful hunt. A hunt we would never have survived to if she didn't showed up.

"So, you still hunt ?" he says, unable to stop smiling.

He missed her. I know he did, she was his best friend, she was the only one that understood what he was going through with those demon blood powers because she was among the children Yellow eyes Demon had cursed too... And because of me, she lost her at the worst moment possible.

"Of course I am" she states sternly, not returning his smile and still not looking at me. "What else would you expect me to be doing ?"

He doesn't answer. What can he say ? I'm the one who did this. I'm the one who broke her heart, so I guess I'm the one that should be answering.

"You were supposed to get out of this life" I grunt, clenching my jaw. "You were supposed to finish college..."

And when she scoffs, my brother looks down.

"I wasn't supposed to do that, Dean" I shiver at the sound of my name in her voice. "You decided I will do that, no you order that ! I think you forget you were my boyfriend, not my major."

"I dragged you into this life..." I mutter, just like I did more than ten years ago.

"Azazel did" she repeats what she said then with the same certainty. "And it's my life."

But she's not crying now, she's not begging. She doesn't fall on her knees with her hands shaking...

What was I supposed to do ? I was going to die ! The clock was ticking and less than a month later, I was going to be ripped into pieces and sent to Hell.

So I lied ; the biggest lie I have ever told : I don't love you anymore.

"You were supposed to be dead" she mocks coldly.

"We came to check on you" Sam says, probably feeling as bad as me for not reaching for her at all either, with that demon blood revenge plan of his. "About a year after..." he admits. "You were with a guy when we found you, so we thought..."

"You thought I was over the love of my life ?" she gets up and I think I can hear my already broken heart explode.

She walks across the motel room, biting her lips and looking at the ceiling, like she always did when she was trying not to cry.

I remember seeing her with that man. I can still fell my guts burning, my ribs getting tight when his large hand grazed her jaw. Even after the horror of Hell, I remember this pain like it was one of the worst. But I wanted that, right ?

"I'm sorry" Sam sighs.

"I wasn't with him" she says looking out the window. "He just... He saved me during some kind of suicidal hunt I was doing alone."

Her words are not meant to hurt so much, yet she couldn't say anything worse.

We were supposed to be forever, we were perfect and we were happy. Her temper could tame my darkest thoughts, her body was my shelter, her soul was the light in the middle of those nightmares. And after all those years, I know no one will ever come close to make me feel that fire raging again right now...

"He became my hunting partner" she states calmly, her eyes still staring at the night. "For years he tried to make me fall for him." In the reflection of the window, I can see a tear roll down her face. "My answer have been the same over and over : I will only love Dean Winchester" she scoffs and I bite the inside of my cheek. "Guess what ? I gave in to him last year..."

"Are you happy ?"

I hear my voice only once I said it, I know she hates that question but I needed to ask, because it changes everything.

She rolls her eyes and wipes her face, turning to put the beer on the table and take her coat.

"I will never be happy again" she answers, finally looking at me. "I should go, he was freaking out when he heard you guys were in town, he's on his way to pick me up. I really would prefer you two not to meet so I'll wait outside. I'm glad you did well and all."

She leaves, closing the door behind her before Sam and I could say anything. But I get up in a jump and run outside.

He can't claim her like that, he doesn't know how to take care of her, if she said no for ten years, she must really don't want him, he can't touch her if she doesn't want him !

My heart is pounding in my too tight chest.

She's waiting on the parking lot, sobbing with her arms around herself. Her frame shaking with spasms she is struggling to control.

"Y/n" I call her, jogging to her side to take her wrist, the wrist where she decided to wear my name ages ago. "I'm sorry... No it's actually worse than that..."

But while I search the right words, headlights blind us, the car stops a few feet away, the sound of its engine urging us.

"I lied, I love you" I admit, taking her other hand in mine to make her turn toward me.

She looks up at my face and probes my eyes in the blinding light of that stupid car. The second her wrists turn to hold my hands as I hold hers, I can feel that bond again...

"Please don't go with him."

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lolabangtan · 4 years

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the lady with the flaming sword | ksj

Kim Seokjin, crown prince of a flowery and lush southern kingdom, is sent along with his troops to no man’s land in search of a group of grave robbers that had been seen prowling around the sepulchre of King Yong, who was once his father’s greatest ally. However, the prince loses sight of his men and ends up at the gates of a black castle that feels rather familiar.

Word count: 9k

Warnings: BDSM (masochist/sadist dynamics), paranormal, horror, angst (don’t read it if you’re feeling specially sad today lol it ruined me too), emotional manipulation.

# sub!Seokjin, prince!jin, dom!reader, princess!reader, ‘friends’ to ‘enemies’ to ‘lovers’, no the title is not an analogy for dick, vaginal sex, oral sex (both male and female receiving), use of restraints, choking, knife and blood play, seokjin is a painslut.

Blood play is pretty dangerous, even if I ignore any of its risks in this fic for literary purposes. Be careful of major blood vessels and STDs. Summing up, this story does not portray blood play in a realistic way (or in the way that should be in real life, at least). Honestly, i went feral with this one, too.

Those were dangerous lands. Plagued by demons and dark creatures, the road that supposedly led behind the mountains was rocky, and riding his horse was becoming incredibly painful, especially in his buttocks. Seokjin should rush if he didn’t want to end up as some beast’s supper.

“I have to turn left next… And follow the river,” he managed to read, turning the map upside down in an attempt to clarify the drawings. “What river? What road! I can’t even see beyond my own nose!”

The land on which his mare trotted was dry and barren, allowing the silhouettes of its horseshoes to be marked on it, but the wild wind would take only a few seconds to blow them away.

Seokjin had lost his men in the most ridicule of the ways—after ordering them to split so they could explore more of the area at once. The wind, however, blew the sand into the already dusty and dimmed sky, and soon he could no longer see any of the soldiers that were with him roughly a few minutes before. And there was no sound around him, only the mocking whistling of the wind.

The prince wanted to trust them and hoped to reunite with them at some point, even if the Forgotten Lands were elusive in their directions and all the rocks that appeared on the road in front of him looked the same.

The Forgotten Lands were dark and wilted—they had been forgotten for a reason. A place where one had to walk carefully to stay alive, it was a territory surrounding other kingdoms and whose history was no longer known. One could still distinguish roads and ruined houses, burned by the fires of battles led by those who did not want to risk destroying their own land.

As far as Seokjin could remember, the ruins of King Yong’s kingdom had to be near there, on the border with the Led Mountains.

All his father told him before he left was that a handful of robbers had been seen by neighbouring kingdoms prowling the grave of the northern royal family. That, and that he should be careful—after the Great Terror of the warlords who took power after the Revolution, the lands of the late King Yong were infested with outlaws, banshees, succubus, and other creatures from hell.

Fortunately, Seokjin hadn’t encountered any of them yet, and his main worry now was finding his men so he could catch the raiders.

The northern kingdom had never been known for its beauty, he remembered, but he could never have imagined that it could look like this. Dry, infertile, riddled with black ash and a reddish sky. It was truly a heart-breaking landscape when Seokjin recalled what it used to look like.

But his priority now was to find them. He couldn’t waste any more time plainly thinking.

The hours passed and only more arid and ruined land opened up in front of him. Some of the ruined constructions were still burning, probably lit by an assault or encounter between bandits.

Beyond the large pointy stones that pierced the thick clouds of ashes, an esplanade of lava and fire stretched as far as the eye could see. Seokjin gently pulled his mare’s reins to slow the pace and guided the animal through each of the stones after ensuring that they were solid.

He really wanted to take off his helmet, and his cuirass, and practically every single piece of his armour until he was wearing nothing but his aketon and underpants—the heat was barbarous.

However, if he did so, he’d probably get killed, and Seokjin certainly was much keener to keep himself out of the morgue rather than suffering through a bit of sweat and the sweltering feeling of his fringe dampened and pasted to his forehead.

“This map is useless,” he resolved.

The illustrations and patterns were certainly not helping at all. The place where he was probably wasn’t even appearing in the map.

Suddenly, a loud roar made the ground shake.

Seokjin’s mare baulked when he tried to move his legs slightly back, so he pressed softly with both knees to stop her from bolting. “Whoa! Duchess, halt! You’ll make me fall off you!” he exclaimed. Then Seokjin put his hand on her neck. “Lower your head, just like that. Good girl.” He realised he was gasping, too, so the man forced himself to calm down. “Let’s take a deep breath.”

Where could a howl like that have come from? Everyone knew of the beasts that swarmed the Forgotten Lands, all the banshees and sirens and demons, for they were the best place for those vermin to be left alone, but Seokjin knew of no animal that could produce such a sound.

Without looking away from the bright scarlet horizon, he listlessly beckoned Duchess to continue trotting along the side of the esplanade.

The rocks seemed more stable there, and he still did not want to demand much concentration from the mare, so they advanced towards the rocky hills where the noise had come from.

Seokjin soon realised that the growls were not growls per se—instead, they were the sounds made by the black stones of a half-ruined castle crashing as they twined around each other with the quietude of a snake. As crumbling as it seemed, the fortress stood. Barely, in tears, under the terrifying red sky and buried under the thick ash.

But it stood.

The stone walls and ramparts seemed to have come to life, although they were already dying. They writhed like a wounded man, they struggled with death, they moved though they wished to collapse. What kind of heartless desire was keeping them up?

He knocked on the gate and it opened at once.

The wood creaked slowly as it shifted backwards. The gate was scorched in the centre and splintered at the corners, but it moved firmly, as if offering him to enter at will.

Behind the giant gatehouse lay a deserted courtyard of dirt. Banners and flags, whose imagery had been erased by time, still waved in the strong wind. The battlements, on the other hand, had collapsed, and the gaps they left had breached the stones of the wall with their weight.

Seokjin approached the keep despite Duchess’ neighing. Surely she was only frightened by the grunts caused by the stones.

When he reached the entrance to the keep, he got off his mare to inspect the gateway.

“Hello?” The hall behind the half-ruined door was empty. Lamps and curtains flickered with the wind that blew through holes in the walls and whistled through the corridors. A chill ran down Seokjin’s back. “Is anyone here? I come in peace! I’m Kim Seo-”

“I don’t allow just anyone into my castle, Sire,” he heard, the gloomy voice echoing throughout the stone walls, “And I don’t let anyone out of it, either.”

You had waited for him to move into the room, and now you had cornered the man, blocking the exit to the door. Seokjin stared at you as he stepped back, getting deeper and deeper into the bowels of your castle.

“Run.” You could use a hunt, a chase, to entertain yourself today. The days were endless in the lands no one remembered. “Run and get out of this place if you don’t want to be killed.”

“Who are you? What is this place?”

But you raised your sword, and Seokjin flinched, having finally understood that no gallant act would get him out of that situation. He would have time to seek an answer to his questions when he left that castle safe and sound. Only the wind enclosed within the walls and the stone that ringed beneath his running feet would witness his cowardice.

Seokjin ran up the spiral staircase that would likely lead him to the top of the tower. From there, he could jump down the collapsed stones on the battlements and go back to the gateway.

The sound of your footsteps made it clear that you, on the contrary, were not in a hurry.

However, as Seokjin ran, the charred figures around him began to come alive. Suddenly, the statues and paintings pulsed in his memory, regaining their colour. The walls seemed to be reborn in his mind, and he recognized it instantly.

Stopping to catch his breath, he smiled, cheeks aching from the happy grimace.

The sudden life seemed surreal, but they throbbed within his memory, moving, rummaging through the dirt of what he thought was already forgotten, for his own healing, slow as it had been. For the sake of his sanity. The lights and glows of people chatting and walking, and the idle ado of the market outside the keep.

Seokjin approached the statue of a young woman and caressed her chin, feeling warmth under his finger pads.

Your cold fingers appeared as a ghostly presence around his nape, drawing him towards you to whisper in his ear. “I think I’ve had enough of playing cat and mouse. Who are you? I don’t like it when people show up at my castle unannounced—stay still or else I’ll slit your throat.”

“Nice,” he blurted out with an amused grin when you made him hold his hands up to chain him, “I like things like this.”

You scoffed, taking off his helmet and throwing it to the ground. “Freak.”

“So mean. You haven’t changed a bit.”

The way your eyes shone, sharply lit by the orangish candlelight, sent a shiver, both of thrill and the most absolute happiness, down his spine. But you shook your head and hung the chains onto a free wall-candlestick hook.

“I don’t know what could you possibly mean, sire.”

“It’s me,” sobbed Seokjin, pulling the chains to draw your attention towards him with the clinging sound, “It’s me, Y/N. Seokjin. I can’t have aged so much that you can’t recognise me anymore. In that case, consider me deeply aggrieved.”

He was bending his back, offering himself to you. With utter trust. Raising your hands to stare at them for a moment, you realised that only a man who had known you all his life could show himself in such a way and with such a smile. So you looked back at him, frowning upon the sound of his name.

“Seokjin?”

“Y/N,” he breathed.

You cupped his face, drinking from each and every one of his features. His dark hair falling on his forehead. His lips, pillow-like and wet—painfully so, perhaps waiting for a kiss from yours. “Is it really you? Seokjin as in…?”

“Yes, I’m Prince Seokjin. It’s me, Y/N. And this is-this is you! Princess… Y/N, it’s you.” Seokjin sipped his nose as two thick tears rolled down his cheeks. A wide smile, however, decorated his face. “How is it possible? How can you be alive? The king, the queen, your brothers… Are they…?”

Looking down, you shook your head.

“There’s only me left.”

Seokjin’s arrival was definitely a pleasing surprise. It had been so many years since your loneliness began that you didn’t expect to see anyone ever again.

“Please,” you heard, “Take them off.” He was squirming, his arms hanging from the chains and his thighs restless.

You smiled. “It’s been so long… How long already? I can’t remember. But I finally have you all chained up for me, and you want to leave already?” Taking his face in your hands again, your lips hovering over his, you saw a blush taking hold of his neck and creeping up to his cheeks. “Won’t you at least kiss me?”

“That—that wouldn’t be right, Y/N,” he babbled, looking down at your lips either way.

“Let me feed you, then. You’re safe here.”

Once you unchained him, you led him into the Great Hall, where you offered him a feast of which he had no doubt, as he told you that he had come to the Forgotten Lands to capture some grave robbers but had lost sight of his men during the journey.

You were lucky you could take some food from the thoughtless mavericks who wouldn’t blink twice before delving into the Forgotten Lands.

“It would be impossible to bring these lands back to life,” you explained, “Farming was never enough and the mountains have always made trade difficult. King Chong was more enthusiastic about war treaties than-” You looked up to Seokjin, who was devouring the meat as if he had been starving for years. “Is it good? The bath will be ready by the time you finish.”

Sitting in the middle of the deserted hall, with the only company of your presence and the shadows that projected the red light, the man finally looked at you and smiled. “Sounds good. Then… Can I stay a while longer? We have so much to talk about, Y/N… About whether you’ll come back with me.”

“Come back… with you?”

The seconds of silence in which you looked into his eyes passed for him like sharp blades cutting through his chest.

“Let’s not talk about it now, Seokjin,” you continued, “Eat a little more. You must be starving.”

“Why? Do you want to stay here?”

“I like it here. Nobody bothers me, nobody expects me to be anything. It’s so different from the heartless nest of snakes where I grew up,” you mumbled, chin resting on your palm, as you watched him swallow one of the grapes in the bunch, “What did you remember this place to be like?”

“It was so warm,” Seokjin retorted with a frown, “despite being a cold place. Your family was so warm, so… welcoming. It was a place full of life, always. So colourful. I loved coming to visit you.” His gloomy smile broke your heart. “We’d sneak into the kitchens when night fell to steal scones and buns, remember? And I’d take the blame whenever we got caught so you wouldn’t miss any of the balls and dance with me.”

“Deep down, you have always been my knight in shining armour, haven’t you?” you mumbled, caressing his chin to wipe away a drop of wine on his chin.

Seokjin licked the pad of your thumb without hesitation when you offered it to him.

“You never let me.” He was staring at you—challenging you? You weren’t sure. But the way his dark eyes glowed with the dim candlelight made you feel a delicious and exciting knot in your belly. “There was always something stopping you. You never… fully let me into your heart.”

You chuckled. “There are so many things you didn’t know back then.”

“Tell me, then.”

His question was clear. Seokjin wanted to know why his princess, the woman of his life, the one who would have been his future queen, had never been entirely his. You couldn’t blame him, and you were quite eager to understand it yourself. Why things had to turn out to be like that.

“What would be the point now?” you whispered.

“Seokjin.”

The fumes of the bath had left him drowsy, and he seemed to be engrossed in his thoughts, both arms resting on the black marble edge. The man heard your voice echoing through the bath and turned around, catching a glimpse of your figure approaching him from behind the darkness of the large room.

“Wait!” he spluttered. You could hear the sound of water splashing as the man moved nervously to reach for the robe you had given him. “Give me a second. I’m—I’m naked.”

Once you reached the bathtub, you smiled down at him, amused by his sudden embarrassment. “Do you mind if I join you?”

Your question took him by surprise.

Childhood friends as you had been, you were still the daughter of a king, a lady—the lady to whom he was devoted. The thought of seeing you bare was inconceivable to him. It had always been. Yours had been a body for him to admire from the most tender love and to imagine naked only in the solitude of his chamber.

Without a response, you took off your robe and let the thin fabric slip down your shoulders, exposing your breasts. Soon after, it fell to your feet, and the rest of your skin was at the disposal of his intrigued eyes.

“My sweet boy,” you laughed, stepping into the water.

Blushing before your naked figure, Seokjin looked away to stare at his own arms tangling around each other, but you grabbed his chin gently so he would look at you again. “I don’t wish to… spoil your maidenly decency, Y/N,” he managed to explain.

“I have no decency left, Seokjin,” you chuckled as your breath hit his lips, “Nor any desire to have one. Not with you finally here.”

After all those years of grieving and mourning both you and the love he felt towards you, the love that could have grown to be so splendid, had life and fate not been so merciless with you— all of it exploded sweetly when you kissed him, and it spilled over your lips like honey.

His hands travelled to your waist as yours moved to his cheeks, trying to deepen the embrace.

“We would have been so happy together,” he muttered, “If only I had refused to go and fight in Emperor Callas’ crusade… We would have been able to get married in time. You could have come to Orleil and avoided the siege.”

You listened carefully as you nibbled his earlobe. “It wasn’t your fault. I’m here with you—I’m fine.”

“Yes, and I can’t believe it, my love.” And then he looked up at you with the most hopeful and relieved smile that could ever exist.

“The rebels got what they deserved. The Great Terror ended the peace of this kingdom, and it ended them, too. Now oblivion is part of its history. This castle is mine. I am this castle’s. No king thinks his own kingdom will ever be considered a Forgotten Land. It was no one’s fault.”

Seokjin simply kissed you again, deeper, nipping your lips as he tried to swallow you and melt you into his arms. You felt his hardness brush your entrance with its tip, and he whimpered. “Forgive me,” he moaned, “I got carried away with… I’m sorry.”

“Do you still want to preserve my womanly decency, my love? I’d rather take you to my chamber.”

Clumsily and awkwardly, you led him by the hand to the sleeping quarters and slowly opened the door to your chamber, letting the expectation grow inside him as it also grew inside you.

“Earlier, when you were chained up at my mercy, you seemed to be quite fond of the restraints… The bulge in your trousers gave you away.” Seokjin looked up at you, mortified. “The curtain cords on my bed are quite sturdy—just ask me and I’ll have you at my disposal.”

He swallowed hard. “Please.”

“So polite,” you chuckled, pointing to the bed for him to lie on his back.

Once Seokjin got rid of his clothing, trying to escape from your piercing gaze, and lay down as you asked, you straddled him and tied his hands to the wooden headboard. The knot around his hands was not too tight, but it was tight enough to send a sweet chill of helplessness through him when he pulled to free himself.

In case you needed to get him rid of the restraints quickly, you took your dagger and stretched out to leave it close.

At the sight of your silver knife between your fingers, Seokjin trembled underneath you.

The way he did it, though, licking his lips, staring into your eyes, pulling at his restrictions to taste the helplessness, made you turn tilt head to the side and bend over his chest. One of your arms rested next to his head, and the other travelled to his cheek to caress the skin with the blade.

“Aren’t you scared of my little toy, Seokjin?” you purred, amused, and wondered if you could make him come only stroking his tip and putting your knife against his throat.

He rashly shook his head. “I-” But the man choked on his spit, making you pierce his beautiful neck with your eyes. “It makes my… my belly tingle, and feels somewhat… It makes me hot. It makes me-makes me want you to—I don’t know. Sorry.”

“Stop apologising for everything you say. Can’t you see how wet I am?”

He nodded and moved his head upwards until he forced you to push on his neck with your knife. “I have no money with me, my lady. I left my sack of gold with my braies,” he joked.

“Oh?” Licking your lips, you rested your butt on your thighs again. “I don’t believe your word, good sir. Perhaps I’ll have to take your wealth by force. You’re not afraid of my toy? Maybe you’ll be afraid of what I can do to you with it.”

His dick twitched between your butt cheeks, making you grind against his lower belly while losing your balance.

Your jerky move, however, accidentally brushed the blade of your knife against Seokjin’s belly, and a lonely tear of crimson, glossy blood flowed from his skin. As willing as you were to apologise, his sudden moan led you to bend down and lick it clean. It was sweet, just like you had imagined, and had a somewhat honey-like taste that made you drool all over him.

“Y/N,” he suddenly whispered, “I’m so hard. It-it feels good.”

“I see.”

Slowly, you dragged the blade across the skin of his inner thighs, fascinated by the sight of his flushed cock hardening beyond imagination.

You were going to have fun like you haven’t had in decades.

Seokjin’s deep groan encouraged you to bend down between his legs and lick the tear of blood that had spilled from the thin wound. “So good,” he moaned, the feeling of both your lips near his dick and the sting on his leg becoming too much to handle.

Then you sucked into the cut.

“Shit!” His cock twitched next to you. “Stop teasing me, please, Y/N.”

Wishing he could taste his blood on your lips, you reached down to bend over him and kissed him, wrapping your fingers around both sides of his hair.

“As my little prince wishes.”

After amusing yourself for a while with his whimpers, licking his tip with small, short strokes of your tongue, you decided to pull and end to his pleas and took his cock into your mouth, wrapping your lips around it and sucking.

“Mmh-shit! God, so good!”

Tightening his thighs highlighted the pain of the cuts on his inner thighs but, sickly enough, it gave him chills all over his body that built up in his belly. It only made him bend his back, trying to make you swallow more of him.

“Look at you, my prince, so ruined and close,” you whispered against his shaft, pumping it.

Then you travelled back to his legs and reopened the cuts with your fingertips, drawing more blood, to sucked into them without stopping the motion of your other hand.

Seokjin moaned from the depths of his chest and pulled on the restraints. “So close! So, so close!”

“Are you going to give it to me, my love? Give me all your seed, all your blood, all of you. Give it to me, come in my mouth. Don’t you want to fill it with your load, Seokjin? You’ll be doing it in a second if you’re good for me and let me suck your blood. True royal blood for me. All for me.”

“Cum… mouth! Yes! Suck me!” His loud pleas were making the walls tremble. So powerful. You obliged, excited for the upcoming meal. “Faster, please, don’t stop!”

“Did you ever picture me like this when we were younger, Seokjin? Kneeling between your legs and sucking your dripping cock after it got hard because you’re a pain-slut,” you asked against his opened flesh, peppering it with kisses.

When your hand noticed his dick twitching harder, you began to stroke the tip with the pad of your thumb, playing with the slit while your teeth took one last bite at his inner thigh. Then you sat on your knees to watch Seokjin squirming over your sheets.

“I asked you a quest-”

“You-fuck! You know I did! I did! I was so eager for us to get married, Y/N, so eager to take you home and lay you in my bed and bury—burying into your wet, warm cunt and never leave!”

“You earned your treat,” you muttered.

“Yes, please! It feels so-so good!” groaned Seokjin, “Thank you, thank you! Hng, shit, so good!”

With only a couple more strokes of your tongue on his length, you noticed the warm flesh twitching, and his load spurted into your mouth, bubbly and dense. It was full of life, full of him. So, you parsimoniously swallowed down everything you wanted.

“I want to taste you, too,” he groaned, “Please.”

Pursing your lips to hide a smirk, you straddled his head after taking off your robe and let him nuzzle your core and its wetness, hoping it’d drive him crazy. “Why don’t you lick it, my prince? Don’t be shy—I’ve been dwelling on those lusty lips of yours all over my soaked cunt since I first saw you.”

“Mmh-more!” he mumbled against your clit and did as told.

You obliged, burying yourself onto his face to leave him little room to breathe—but he was loving it, the slut, slurping and licking and kissing and fucking your core with his tongue, unravelling on the feeling of the soft flesh of your thighs brushing against his ears and the way his head would hit the pillow every time you rammed into his face.

And hell, you were loving it, too.

“So good, my love, you’re doing so well,” you moaned, throwing back your head, “I’m going to come, prince. See, you’re going to make me come with those sinful lips of yours!”

The anticipated climax finally hit, and you had to stop yourself from pulling his hair harder, or else you’d hurt him in a not so nice way. Seokjin drank any remains of arousal there could be left in your cunt and finally let go of you, allowing your exhausted hips to sit down on his chest.

You felt his hardness against your butt. “My god, Seokjin, I can’t believe you’re ready for more straight away,” you chuckled.

“Ride me.” His whimpered request made your core tingle, and you looked down at him, at his dark, glassy eyes, at his thick lips that still glowed with your arousal. “Please—ride me raw. I can’t believe this-that this is happening but, please, I need to be inside of you.”

Of course he did. He had been waiting for this moment all his life.

You straddled him, teasing your core with his tip until Seokjin was whining beneath you, using the ropes to propel up his hips. The message was clear.

The feeling of someone stretching you was reborn from their ashes. A groan escaped your lips and Seokjin smiled, overjoyed to know that you liked to feel him inside you. And so it was—you would never tire of his cock slowly sinking into your pussy, rubbing your walls until he bottomed out.

“Is it as good as you imagined when we were kids, you naughty boy?” you asked with a grin, nibbling his earlobe.

“Oh, mhf-fuck, it’s even better! You’re so tight, and wet, and warm, and I can feel you all-all around me, god! I can’t-” He began to thrust up into you, chasing his orgasm. “Yes, oh, shit! Ah-ah-mph! Please, please, I need to come, so bad, inside!” When you pushed your hips against his one more time, he hissed as he looked up at you. “Please, Y/N, I’m so close!”

With your hands cupping his face, you kissed him deeply. It ignited a fire within you that forced your body to go feral, to suck him into you completely and scratch his skin until even the tiniest portion of him was printed on your finger pads. The feeling of his cock rubbing on your walls was truly getting the best of you.

He was mesmerised by the picture of your figure straddling him, riding him into oblivion, and you couldn’t help yourself from drinking from his glossy gaze.

“Heavens, Seokjin, you feel so good,” you moaned against his lips.

“P-please,” he insisted out of breath.

Seokjin was noticeably getting harder inside of you, his balls tight and ready to give you all of him. “You’ve been doing so well, prince. Using your cock and your dirty mouth to get me off.”

“I’m close!” Seokjin turned his face to the side, unable to contain the pleasure within his body. “Please, don’t want to come with-without your permission! Please, please, princess, my lady, I’m so close!” he cried. His heels kicked the bedding as he writhed. “I’m-I’m coming!”

In a second—and without your permission—you had him spilling all his cum into you, throwing back his head so his dreamy, swan-like neck was at the disposal of your hungry mouth.

“I’d eat you up if I could, Seokjin, my love,” you growled as your lips sucked and bit into his skin.

Your hips ramming into his helped him ride out his climax, and soon he was begging you to stop and demanding a hug from you, to which you obliged with much enthusiasm. “Goodness, Y/N, I’m-I don’t think I know how to talk anymore.”

“You don’t need to,” you whispered against his lips.

Apart from eliciting an erection and consequently several orgasms from him, the knife you had taken out earlier fulfilled its mission and cut the cords with which you had tied the prince. Shortly after, as you tore yourself away from him, Seokjin stretched out on the sheets, fighting against the urge to sleep that was growing on him by the minute.

“You’re exhausted, my love. Time for bed.”

The fire and lava that surrounded the castle filled the room with violent reddish light. It used to make it difficult for you to sleep—it was terrifying—so you got out of bed and went to the window to draw the curtains while you put out the flame on your candlestick.

“Don’t-” His hand grabbed yours and you look down at him, staring at the way his eyes glowed with the dim candlelight. “I… I’m still afraid of the dark. Don’t blow them out.”

You nodded and put the candlestick back on the table. “As you wish.” After you opened back the curtains, you dipped a cloth in the water of the basin and approached Seokjin. “Spread your legs, love. I have to clean your cuts.”

“In the end, it was me who bled on your sheets.”

You smirked. “And you can’t pretend you didn’t enjoy it as much as I did.”

Seokjin had decided to stay in the castle until his men returned. They would be looking for him, surely, and the place was not difficult to find—there were hardly any buildings left standing in the Forgotten Lands.

When you two were not frolicking in bed, you spent your time around the keep and within the walls. Slowly, the light returned to the dark castle of the king in the north.

Seokjin loved to hear the birds chirping in the morning and to wake up with the woman he loved in his arms. He’d kiss your temple, turn you over to kiss you some more on the lips, whisper sweet nothings in your ear, and nuzzle your neck until you convinced him that both you and he had things to do.

The way he whined made you frown on your way to the bed, and Seokjin hugged you when you sat up next to him.

“What’s the matter?”

“Your cousin was such a brute,” he pouted, “I can still feel the cut on my ankle. He almost made me limp.”

You could only laugh at his complaints, welcoming into your arms as he put one of his legs on top of yours to pull you closer and hug your side. “What can I say—I kept all the wits of my bloodline, love,” you joked against the crown of his head.

“I’m so glad my grandfather banned inbreeding.”

Your breaths began to become even. The morning light was filtering more strongly through the windows, and the sound of the market people outside the keep hummed with mockery that you had to get out of bed.

Seokjin started caressing your bare belly with his finger pads, drawing invisible shapes on the skin while his head rested on your breasts. “What if you become pregnant?”

His question took you by surprise.

“Fortunately, that won’t happen,” you retorted.

Out of the blue, he got on top of you and aligned his dick with your entrance. You felt him slowly stretching you out and, soon after that, he was thrusting into you, pleadingly peppering your cheeks and neck with pecks. The lack of warming up made it take you a little longer to get used to his cock rubbing your walls, so you hissed against his hair.

“Co-come back with me. Be my princess, my queen, Y/N, please, please,” he gasped into the hollow of your neck, “Don’t you know how-how happy will e-everyone be when they find out you survived? My parents will be so… so happy!”

What you wouldn’t do to follow him. To go with him and be his queen, the queen you knew you could become. The life you knew you deserved. Not that black, ashy castle that only stood up because it lived on your famished spirit. Not your rotten, cursed existence.

But you had managed, with his delirious love, to make that dying fortress look a little bit like home. It was like magic.

You wanted your magic prince to stay with you forever.

“I’m the forgotten princess of a forgotten land,” you retorted anyways, breathing hard, “I’m a forgotten soul. There is no room for me in a place where things remain and queens give birth to future kings. This is my place now, Seokjin—I can’t leave.”

Your words were accompanied by a groan as Seokjin lowered his hand to your clit, rubbing it, perhaps hoping that, if he gave you enough pleasure, you would agree to go with him.

As for your hands, they moved to his neck and your thumbs pressed on his trachea. What you wouldn’t do to ruin him, to wreck him with your very hands, to suck him into your own body and see him vanish within you. Perhaps he’d ask for mercy. Perhaps he’d ask for more.

Perhaps, if you snuck into his mind with enough strength, if you pulled his strings and played with him just right, he’d be yours, yours, yours.

Seokjin shivered over you, gasping for air.

His thumb rubbing your clit had begun to take effect on you: your thighs tightened as you felt the knot in your stomach get wider, flooding your whole body with anticipation until it exploded and you shove his dick into your cunt, again and again, to ride out your orgasm.

Seokjin’s hand grabbed yours and it was not until then that you noticed his reddened face.

“I-I’m close,” he babbled, still trying to catch his breath after you let go of him. Once his chest finally began to rise and fall steadily, he looked at you in the eye. “I’m going to cum. Do that again, please.”

You nodded. “Pinch my arm when you want me to stop.”

Silly you. He was already yours—utterly yours. Handing himself over on a platter, you could ask him for his heart, ploughing his own chest open, and Seokjin would give it to you.

He thrust into you slowly, trying to move as evenly as possible not to rush his climax. Whimpers came from his contracted throat, as if they were struggling to surface, soft words of sweet nothings. Seokjin was getting closer and the lack of air was not helping him to hold it.

“You’re so tight,” he managed to say with a wet voice, drool trickling down his wide-open mouth. He was too close, too close, it felt too good. You thrust up to shove him deeper into you, and Seokjin pushed himself harder. If he could talk, he’d ask you to ruin him with your hands right away. Ruin him and keep him on your palms so he could be with you forever. “Shit! I-I’m coming!”

When you felt a pinch on your wrist, the vision above you of his red face contracting through his climax looked divine to you. So much that it took you most of your willpower to let go of his neck. But you did, and Seokjin came instantly as he pushed the remnants of his orgasm into you.

“So good! Y/N, so good, yes, thank you!” he moaned against your chest.

You moved your lips to his ear. “It would’ve been a pity not to put that swan neck of yours to good use… You did so well, my prince. You gave me so much. I can feel your seed dripping out of me.”

Seokjin raised his head to kiss you, and you accepted the gesture with a conciliatory and soothing smile, letting him sink onto you and merging with you in an embrace. However, his tongue slowly began to grow weaker, sleep taking its toll on his body, and he ended up falling asleep next to you while you played with his hair.

He was yours, yours, yours—and yet he was not.

You decided to close your eyes for a while next to him, and you ended up losing track of time until you noticed his stomach roaring next to you. You let out a gentle laugh through your nose.

When you opened your eyes, you saw him sitting on the bed.

Seokjin was rubbing his left ankle with a grimace but turned to look at you as soon as you made it known that you were awake. “Good morning.”

“Morning, my love,” you groaned, “I assume you are hungry. Or is it a beast what you’ve got roaring in there?”

“Do you want to find out?”

With a naughty laugh, you took his foot carefully to lift it and put a cushion under it.

“My cousin was indeed a brute. Heavens, does it still hurt?” you muttered then, grabbing a bandage. Perhaps that way it’d move around less and it wouldn’t hurt so much. “After all this time?”

Seokjin laughed. “It was the other ankle. I just bumped this one earlier.” You let go of his leg with an apology, but Seokjin smiled and turned over to nuzzle into your neck. “That doesn’t mean I don’t like it when you touch me, Y/N.”

“Silly boy… Are you tired?” He nodded, eyes closed and chest rising and falling quietly. “You stay in bed. I’ll take care of breakfast—need you with renewed strength to satiate me, my love. You can’t feed me with those tired little eyes of yours.”

“I need my beauty nap, too,” added the man.

“Nap? You just woke up!”

But Seokjin snorted, turning over once again and tucking himself into the blankets. You told him not to come down too late, or else he’d end up with a sick stomach. However, the concepts of too late and too early did not exist anymore in the castle, so you couldn’t really blame him.

You waited for him in the Great Hall for an hour, but he didn’t show up, so you decided to go back to the sleeping quarters and wake him up.

On the way to your room, you passed by the chapel and saw Seokjin.

Your dry heart stopped in terror.

He was standing in front of a perfectly arranged bunch of bones, still covered by a silk gown and decorated with tons of expensive jewellery, as if time hadn’t passed. A beautiful sword lay embedded in the ground, piercing its chest.

His eyes could not leave the image, however—and you feared that he’d come to the moment when he’d find out everything.

“I told you not to come in here,” you grunted, striding across the room.

Seokjin looked up at you, painfully, avoiding the sight of the bony skeleton lying on the ground. “This sword—this sword is mine. I gave it to you after I won your birthday tournament with it.”

“Yes,” you replied with a forced smile, “I’ve kept it since then.”

“And this was its ultimate role. To kill you.” It felt hard, escaping from his piercing gaze. “I can recognise your clothes and jewellery. That’s your corpse—you can’t fool me any further,” he uttered at your bewildered grimace.

“If you pull out that sword, this whole place will fall apart. It’s been stuck and burning since that day,” you muttered. His intense gaze was still fixed on your eyes.

“If I pull it out, will you fall apart, too?” You nodded absently. “Why?”

“You know why.”

Seokjin looked away from you, pursing his lips. “I’m sorry I couldn’t save you,” he whispered then.

“It doesn’t matter, Seokjin,” you said as a cooing smile stretched your lips, “Your memory has been keeping me here all these years. Alive, in some way. Waiting for you… Waiting for you to stay here—with me.”

Then Seokjin turned to take you in his arms and kiss you. He pressed himself against your chest and kissed you with all his might as you moved your hands to the back of his head, assuring him that you were there with him.

“Is this the reason why you can’t leave? The reason you’re still here?” he asked against your lips.

You chuckled. “I am this castle now. I stand, but at what cost?”

He ended up asking to go somewhere else, for the picture of your corpse was engraved by fire in his mind and he claimed to be feeling weaker and weaker.

“So you can’t—you can’t really come back with me.”

His shivering voice broke the remains of your heart and you raised your hand to cup his sombre face, on the verge of tears.

“Of course,” you whispered, “And I can’t ask you to stay. You’re a prince, a future king. You’ll have to marry a well-bred lady, someone up to the standards and who won’t blink at the thought of being a queen. I can’t be that queen, Seokjin. Not anymore.”

He couldn’t believe he asked you to go to Orleil with him. He could not believe that he had put you through the pain of having to say no to him without explanation, all to prevent him from discovering such a painful truth—that you could never be his queen.

Seokjin grabbed your hands with a jerky move and kissed them a thousand times with a thousand pecks.

“I’ll come back. Whenever I can, I promise. I’ll come back to you,” he mumbled against your skin.

You chuckled, cupping his cheeks to draw him towards your lips. “Will you, my little prince? You’ll come back to feed my famished loneliness?” But a sudden clashing sound of the gate bursting open took you out of your reverie. “What was that?”

“I’ll go see,” said Seokjin, standing up, “You stay here.”

You, however, followed him downstairs quietly. No one would enter your castle without you allowing them to, and in order to do so you would protect it tooth and nail, and keep the shabby thread of your existence safe.

“Your Highness!”

The soldiers entered the fortress looking everywhere and you heard a horse whinnying in desperation.

“Lord Yunghae!” exclaimed the prince as he rushed down the last steps, “I’m here, I’m safe. I didn’t think you were all together. Why did it take you so long…?”

The man in the most ostentatious armour knelt the instant he saw Seokjin, and the others followed suit. “Thank God you’re okay, your Highness! We truly thought you were in danger or, worse, wounded by the raiders. It has been a month since the retinue got lost! What in heaven’s good name has kept you here for so long?”

Seokjin turned around and glimpsed you hidden behind a column, sword in hand.

“I stopped to inspect the place and decided to wait for you here.”

As the soldiers continued to talk, perhaps trying to convince him to resume the search with them, you saw the prince wink at you with complicity, almost oblivious to the pleas of his faithful men, and you winked back at him. A feeling of warm familiarity crept into his stomach.

“I haven’t finished with the castle,” he retorted. Seokjin then gestured you to leave, blowing a kiss when it was safe.

“The king is dying of worry, your Highness, and the raiders probably left after taking everything with them.”

You raised your hand to catch the kiss and pressed it against your lips with a mischievous smile, and turned around before having the chance to notice the way he frowned as the oh-so warm and familiar intimacy in his belly broke into pieces of ice all the way to the ground—at that moment, your face became that of an unknown ghost.

The stone staircase led you to your chamber, where you waited for Seokjin, wondering what he’d do with the soldiers. Would he come back to his kingdom?

The thought made you boil.

After a few minutes, you accepted that Seokjin was nowhere to be seen, but you needed him. Utterly. Your body was aching for him, and you were starting to feel famished and deprived of his touch and essence. A second without feeling him inside of you, or pressed against your skin, giving himself up to you, was a century of starvation.

You heard a sound coming from the chapel, and there you went, curious to know what had happened and, above all, what had taken him so long.

“What are you doing here alone?”

He pursed his lips, looking down. “It’s been a month since I left in search of the robbers, so my sister must have been helping my father in court all this time. I’m sure she’s doing much better than me.”

“I’ve told you so many times, Seokjin. You will make a good king. Just as much or even more than your sister. Wise, merciful, just.” You turned to leave the room with a suggestive smile, expecting him to follow you, and continued talking. “Stop doubting yourself.”

A broken cry brought you back to reality. “Who are you?”

Seokjin was dangerously close to your flaming sword. A single tug, no matter how gentle, would dislodge it slightly, and you would disappear forever.

“What do you mean?” you retorted with a fraught smile, “It’s me, Y/N, my love.”

“I am King Shihyuk’s only child.”

The chapel fell silent. You decided to remain quiet, too, as he tried to cut you open with his eyes. Maybe that way Seokjin could see what you were hiding inside, but he waited for you to say something, anything, and your silence only bled him out.

“Anyone who dares to cross this place ought to be careful,” recited the man with trembling lips. Two lonely tears threatened to spill over his cheeks. “For the Forgotten Lands are infested with sirens and succubi,” he continued, “Who take the form of those who are long gone and lure you into their lairs.”

You stared at him.

“All I want is to feed on your spirit.” Your voice was now cold, no grimace as an act of demeaning deception. “But it will slowly kill you—that is the deal I’m offering you. Seokjin, you wouldn’t have stayed here if you didn’t need me. If you pull out that sword, it’s all gone. Forever.”

His grip on the hilt of the flaming sword tightened as you approached him. His fingers were trembling. “You are a monster.”

“I would never dream of hurting you any more than what you beg me to,” you muttered. Smiling when his hand slowly withdrew from the sword, yours moved to his cheeks and wiped away his tears, whispering against his lips. “You can always come back to her, my love, as long as you come back to me.”

“She’s dead.”

“No, she’s not. Not when you are here,” you insisted.

Your kiss tasted like poison to him. Sweet, agonizing lips against his, teeth nipping them as you stuck your tongue in his mouth and your hands moved to his nape, wondering what he would taste like to you upon his discovery.

It was a salty flavour. Like spilled tears, they danced over your tongue. His pain gave you a feeling of euphoria.

You needed more—more of his sorrow, more of his lips, more of his whole being. Pulling up the skirts of your satin dress, you exposed your thighs and pushed Seokjin to the ground by his shoulders until he was sitting down. Then you straddled his lap without breaking the kiss and undid the laces of his trousers.

Seokjin hugged your waist in desperation as your cunt sucked him in, and he knew he was lost. Whatever sanity could have remained in him, had he pulled out that sword, it was all gone now. Part of his mind vanished like dust as you clenched around him, feeling his dick twitch inside of you, and you groaned and grabbed the hair of his neck to pull him closer, to make him go deeper.

“Tell me you are not ecstatic, my prince,” you whispered against his lips, breathing erratically as you moved up and down, “I dare you. Tell me you’re not elated, flying over the top of joy and buried deep inside of me at the same time.”

He cried against the hollow of your neck. “I miss her.”

“I’m here,” you cooed, “You’re touching me. You’re loving me. I’m here.”

This man had been looking for her all his life. He had longed to find her again and kiss her and love her with his whole being. It was a true pity, such a promising love story thrown away—by the time the rebels reached the castle, decades ago, you had already killed her.

How could have you imagined that your spirit would remain locked under the silly sword that you tore away from the girl’s shivering hands? You wouldn’t have killed her if she hadn’t resisted, but perhaps you’d saved her from a less dignified death.

“I’m close,” moaned Seokjin.

You were attached to that place for all eternity, so you may as well use it to your advantage.

A smirk pressed against his wet cheek and you sank your nails in the flesh of his nape. “Already? Did I not train you well enough, my love?”

“Please. I need you, please, let me-let me come.”

His breathing began to become more irregular as your legs pushed harder against him. You were reaching your climax too, his gasps and groans only pushing you towards it. The way his girth rubbed against your walls, pushing his tip against your cervix, making you clench around him—it was delicious.

“You feel so good, my prince,” you moaned, “So big, stretching me out so well… Come kiss me.”

Seokjin obliged immediately. He let you tilt up his chin so he could look up at you, and welcomed your lips with a soft hum, feeling bad for all those people who didn’t know what it was like to be held by someone who loved you and whom you loved back just as much.

“P-please!” he insisted, dragging his breathy pecks down your chin, neck, and chest.

“Just a little longer. Hold on a little longer, my prince. Just a second and you’ll have me coming around your hard, dripping cock. Can you do that for me, love?”

When you saw him nodding to your words, you threw back your head and unbuttoned your bodice, permitting him to suck one of your nipples into his mouth. Barely a few seconds later, you were reaching your climax, clenching around him and propelling you on your heels to keep both of you attached to the ground.

The urge to swallow him whole with your cunt was too mighty.

Something finally pulled within Seokjin’s body, a wave of warm pleasure that made him thrust up, and he spilled his seed into you, sobbing. “I’m coming! Y/N, you’re making me come! Don’t-don’t stop! I love you! I love you so much, Y/N, so much!” he screamed as you rode off his orgasm, barely feeling your legs yourself, “I love you!”

“And I love you too,” you muttered in his ear.

The crown prince of Orleil was rumoured to have a mistress that did not live at court as any other concubine would. The lady was said to have visited his lover’s palace in the past, to have known the king, to have met the highest ranks of the nobility—but she no longer did.

Forgotten by those who wanted to remember her again, Prince Seokjin’s mistress lived in the Forgotten Lands, a most suitable place for a woman like her.

He visited her as often as he could, either on his way to another kingdom or brazenly enough to gather a few of his men and head straight to the half-ruined castle. The soldiers would wait patiently nearby as their prince entered his mistress’ residence, and would not leave until he came out, which could sometimes take longer than a fortnight.

Even if it rained, thundered, or snowed, Seokjin never missed a day when he knew he could be welcomed into her arms. Even after the years passed, after riding on horseback became more difficult and his sight was not that good, he would always go to her. He did so until the very day of his death, after becoming a husband, after becoming a father, after becoming a king.

Seokjin kept his everlasting promise: to come back to her, always—to keep her alive.

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