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Paperwork - Iwaizumi Hajime

Au: Royal Knights (?) royal fantasy?

Requested

Tags/Warnings: GN!Reader, No big plot, just a concept really.

Word Count: 2.4k

You watched the knights as their blades clashed against each other with a rattling clang before swinging out in wide arcs and coming in to make contact again. The sunlight bounced off the sharpened edges of their weapons, flashing like erratic stars. The arrows, in particular, were very blinding, as they flew at remarkable speeds towards the centre of their targets in rapid succession. Their glares were eager to pull you out of your pensive gaze at the grass patched dirt the knight's feet danced across.

Your stare tried to follow the last arrow as it zipped to the training targets where a woman, standing tall in her leather boots stared downtown at the two men before her with her arms crossed. Dubbed “Slingshot” this woman was the best in the cavalry for her bow skills, many of your co-workers thought she was better put to use on frequent expeditions, but Slingshot refused many, choosing to train recruits more often than not. “Teach a person to fish,” she’d say.

Who seemed to be the youngest of the three, squirmed against the arm that was wrapped around his neck, bow a quiver dropping in the process. He must’ve been one of her many trainees.

The man that held the boy in the position spot to Slingshot with an unchanging irked expression, mouth slightly downturned and eyes pinched. He wrestled the kid under his arm as he spoke, not taking his eyes off of the taller woman as he did until the blonde kid slumped into a hunched stance, fists clenched at his sides. The man’s black hair looked as if it spiked straighter once he could relax his posture.

Whatever he was saying to Slingshot, seemed to amuse her though, as her head flung back with her mouth wide and eyes closed and smacked and partially leather-covered hand onto his shoulder.

Letting the boy go, the spiky-haired man let the boy go, gesturing to the dropped weapons before walking off. The boy picked the tools up, shoving them into a still laughing Slingshot’s chest, before running to follow the man that held him in a chokehold. His jaw dropped, yelling something you couldn’t hear as he ran.

You sighed, dropping the hand from your cheek and looking at the paperwork that was piling up on your desk. You sighed as you caught another page as it fell off the edge.

There was a knock on your office door, making the tick old wood rattle on its hinges and echo through your room. Your fingers were light on the papers as you hurried them into a more presentable pile. Picking up your quill, you brought it to an already signed paper feigning being busy as you called for the visitor to come in.

The door swung open, making a frightening cracking sound as it hit the wall. Slingshot stood on one foot, the other raised in the air as her braided hair swung behind her back from the harsh movement.

You blinked at her. “You broke my door.”

“Ya, so what?” She waltzed over, hip jutting out as she bent down and leaned her elbow on your desk. “Boss wants you in his office, you’re going on a mission.”

Raising a brow, you leaned back in your chair and swung your left leg up onto the desk. A thump made the desk shake slightly before you knocked on the metal limb with a light fist. “Afraid I can’t do that, remember?”

Slingshot rolled her eyes and shoved the prosthetic limb off the desk, taking a loose paper with it. You didn’t feel a thing. “It’s not an expedition or battle. You just have to gather reports from the other captains while Hajime takes over some of the training at one of our ally’s kingdoms, one of them is on bed rest right now.”

You heard that news, Tsuhashi had come down with Dragon flu. Not pretty.

“Hajime? Who?” You grimaced, picking up your quill again.

“Hajime! Your subordinate and predecessor? The one who took over claymore training after you retired.”

“Decommissioned,” you corrected. “And I still don’t know who you’re talking about.”

Slingshot threw her head back, groaning as she lifted herself off your desk and strutted to your shelves. Her hands flew in the air as she screwed them. “Aren’t you supposed to be overseeing recruitment now? You must have looked at the list at some point.”

“There’s so much paperwork, I could hardly bother.”

“Ugh! Where did you put it! The scrawny kid! The scrawny kid with the spiky hair!”

Sighed, you rubbed your forehead and tried to think back to all of your trainees, scrolling through their faces like a catalogue. You never had too many subordinates. The least amount of every group in the order besides the shields, for just like the barriers, the claymore wielders had to be sturdy and strong to hold their weapons, so many instead went for the other positions. Your group had promising knights, but which of them was developed enough to take on your position.

“Are you talking about Iwaizumi? Did he bulk up?”

“You bet he did! As soon as you got your leg torn off he trained himself to the brink so that he could follow through.”

“So he wanted to steal my position.”

Slingshot balked before bursting into hysterical laughter. “No way! That boy is in love with you! He wanted to make good on your training!”

You dropped your quill, too tired to sign any more papers, even if you had barely made a dent in the pile. Pushing off from your chair you got to your feet, slapping away Slingshot’s hand when she rushed over.

“I can walk.” You rolled your shoulders and limped to the door, staring at the large fracture in the wood.

Iwaizumi’s eyes flickered from your eyes to your leg before flicking back again. You shut your eyes, sighing as you crossed your arms. The two carriages that were stopped at your sides pulled away and hurried down the bricked road. The horses’ hooves made a rhythmed clopping sound as they made contact with the stone.

“I’m not a carved statue.”

The man straightened his spine quickly. “Of course not, Captain. I’m just surprised to see you. Relieved even.”

“Relieved? You haven’t changed too much then.” Your eyes tracked his uniform, falling to his unbalanced sash. You huffed, stepping forward to adjust it back in position before patting his shoulders enough strength to make him hunch under the force. “Even if you have bulked up.”

You slapped his back, giving him one last pat as you limped in front of him, walking through the gates as you entered. “And I’m not your captain anymore.”

Knights in heavy armour waited on the other side, surrounding a familiar face that was smiling on the other side. Hayami, greeted you with open arms sure to hand his halberd over to one of his trainees before pulling you into a hug.

“Oh, it’s been so long! I’m so glad you’re alright. And you must be Iwaizumi. It’s a pleasure to meet you. Now, hurry up, We must get you settled before starting anything.”

Hayami’s hands flew in the air eagerly as he spoke, jumping around like a fruit fly surrounded by a feast.

“Hurry along! There’s no time to waste!”

The sun was playing peekaboo with your eyes, ducking in and out from behind the clouds. You stood to the side out the training field, marking off the number of trainees in each squad. The swords, unsurprisingly, had one of the largest numbers. But unlike the archers, who were standing in neat rows, the thin blade-wielding knights were running around, swinging their weapons. With the added addition of the sun deciding to blind you every few seconds, getting a count of their numbers had become increasingly difficult. Leaving you to turn away from the large group, and debate counting the spear wielders.

“Excuse me.” A girl came up from behind your shoulder, lugging a hefty weapon on her back. “You came with Captain Iwaizumi, right? I was having some trouble with the footwork he was demonstrating. Would you be able to help me?”

You glanced down at your metal foot, kicking it out with an uncoordinated swing. “I can help a bit. I’m tired of doing these headcounts anyways. But don’t expect me to give you a good performance.”

The girl laughed, waving a hand dismissively. “That’s alright. Even a bit of guidance is fine.”

She showed you her positioning upon request, setting one leg in front of the other in a deep lung and she pulled her claymore off her back and into a ready position for swinging.

“Turn your foot to the side.”

She twisted it, only for her knee to buckle before her weapon crashed to the ground, nearly taking her with it. “Every time!”

You pulled on the back of her shirt, getting her to stand straight again.

“You’re moving only your ankle. Your knee has to turn also, or else the support is gone.”

Your metal knee creaked as you bent it under your weight, pushing into a rough mimic of the lunge the girl had shown you. Pushing your good knee, you twisted your leg from the hip to point your toe and knee out to the side. “This is how your back leg should look.”

You swatted your hands in the air, motioning her to step closer. “Now help me up.”

“I’ve got you, Captain.”

A pair of hands appeared from beneath your shirt’s billowing sleeves, supporting your weight until you were balanced to your full height. You spun.

“Iwaizumi. You should be training your group.”

“Water break.” You glance over his shoulder, only to see discarded claymores strewn across the field.

“That’s poor weapon management.”

“It’s only for a moment.” Iwaizumi looked to the girl who held the hilt of her claymore tightly. “Go take a break with the rest, you’ve done well.”

She scurried off, making your brow furrow.

Your arms crossed. “They’re intimidated by you.”

“I was intimidated by you, too.”

You nearly stumbled back, chin leading the way as it jutted as close to the back of your neck as possible. “Really?”

Iwaizumi laughed, hand patting your shoulder before sliding to our back so he could guide you easily in the direction of the barracks where the knights all stood in the shade of the building, chugging back their water. “Absolutely. You still do. But I’ve learned over the years that it’s not your intention.”

“Have you really been in my squad for years? I’m sorry to say that I don’t remember.”

Now that all the knights were calmly organized in one place, you quickly made a count of all the bodies while listening to Iwaizumi talk at your side.

“Not many years, but I spend most of that time hiding behind many of the knight’s shadows. I never wanted to be heavily scrutinized by you. You have a way of pointing out every flaw without making note of the positive.”

“Perhaps that’s why the claymore trainees numbers have gone up since my decommissioning.”

“Are you upset about that?”

“About what? Having smaller numbers? Not particularly.”

“No, no. Being decommissioned. It’s not as though it was voluntary.”

You balance on your good leg to watch your metal one kick out in front of you. “I suppose, yes. I don’t like the paperwork that much, and as cool as the leg is, I can’t walk like I did before, plus it’s really heavy. I suppose the biggest issue is not being able to use my weapon. Slingshot tried to train me with a bow for a while afterwards, but I kept breaking the string by accident. But I don’t want to change how I am now either.”

I whistle blew over the crowd of knights, making them rush to their feet and back onto the field.

“It seems I must get back. If you’re done you should take a break of your own.”

“I’ve got everything, for now, see you.”

You waved Iwaizumi off watching the ends of his hair bounce as he jogged back to the discarded claymores.

Hayami, although a captain, often forgot his duties outside of combat and training. So even if there was a moment where the man managed to sign off on documents, the papers were often strewn about, in places that they shouldn’t be.

One such place was your temporary office. Where Hayami ever so kindly left a stack of his unsigned paperwork on the corner of your desk. You were sure he planned it, likely hoping it would be packed along with all your other papers when you left the next day.

Sadly, in having to run out to one of the barracks and back to your room, you found yourself out in the training field while it rained. Furthermore, someone had left their claymore out to rust.

You unsteadily lifted the weapon over your shoulder, unsure if you’d be able to carry it to the shed with only one good leg. Not even halfway there the pain in your thigh where the metal started, was reaching unseen levels. It wasn’t meant to hold this extra weight

Gripping the hilt, tighter so as to not let it slip through your wet fingers, you swung the weapon in a large arc into the ground before your feet.

“Captain, as much as I admire your strength, I can see how much difficulty wielding it causes you,”

You looked over your shoulder to see Iwaizumi, hair dropping from the weight of the water.

“Let me get that for you. The trainee that left it got a heat stroke, so it’s my own fault for leaving it to rust.” He took it from your hands, easily swinging it to balance on his shoulders. “Why are you out here anyways?”

Your hands, now free from carrying the weapon, immediately went to massage the muscle of your thigh. “Hayami left me his paperwork, I had to bring it back before we leave.”

Your steps took a skipping pattern as you followed Iwaizumi to the shed, keeping as much weight off the metal leg as possible.

Iwaizumi dropped the weapon in with the rest before offering a supportive arm for you to latch onto. He seemed unfazed by the added weight.

“Let's get us both dry, hmm?”

This has absolutely no substance but it’s something I guess. I’m still tired from that Natsu fic. Which sucks cause school starts again in 2 weeks and I’m already crying. - Bacon

Posted: 02/01/2022

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