my nickname is reese, thanks for dropping by! it's been a long time since I was active on tumblr. i'm hoping to get back in the fanfic scene- your support will truly be appreciated.
for now, i'll start writing for hell's paradise. if you have other anime suggestions, do let me know! i might write for them too. this notice will also serve as my masterlist. enjoy reading!
with all my heart,
reese
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hell's paradise: jigokuraku
yamada asaemon shion
the hand that killed and the one that healed
beginning with you
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i'm finally back! for the anons who sent me requests (shugen, ju fa, fuchi), i've read them and i will be working on them this june! i just need to get a hang of the characters, and for that, i'll be reading the manga (exciting!). stay tuned!
Hi! Not sure if you would be open, but I really enjoyed your Hell's Paradise fic for Shion and was wondering if you could write a cute fluff piece with either him and his wife or something cute and fluffy with Nurugai?
Hello, anon! Thank you so much for the request! I have just uploaded Shion's fic (here's the link!), I'm unsure if you can call it a fluff piece- I might have made it a teeny bit heavy- but I hope you enjoy it anyway!
slowly, you opened your eyes, blinking away the sleep and adjusting to the dim light from the lamp. the sun has not yet risen from its slumber but you were already conscious. and there was his chest, steadily going up and down, inches away from your face. the heat of his body warmed your own. oh, how comforting it was to be by your lover’s side.
it was the first morning you were sharing with shion after your marriage last night. he was now officially your husband–your lifetime companion, your significant other. the smile on your lips was reminiscent of spring, like breeze swaying branches, making known it was the time of blooming flowers.
there was a flutter in your chest as you looked up at him. his eyes were still closed but his arms remained on your waist, never once leaving you through the night. you couldn’t believe a time like this would come, but you were more than happy to embrace it. you placed your hand on his face, palm against his cheeks while you caressed under his eye.
you don’t know how much time has passed just staring at him, enjoying the moment you finally have with your husband. if you didn’t intend to prepare his meals and things, you probably would have spent a few more hours in his arms. but alas, you wanted to show him how much you care, and let him know how loved he is. you pressed a light but lingering kiss to his forehead before you were finally able to strengthen your resolve, carefully removing his arms that were around you.
after preparing yourself, you began cooking. due to the strict diet imposed upon them, you were only able to arrange him a bowl of rice, dried fish, and miso soup which you cooked to the best of your abilities. afterwards, you ensured that his clothes are already presentable. they were such mundane tasks, but it brought you joy to do it for him.
you were returning to the bedroom when you heard shion calling out for you. somehow, you can sense agitation in his quivering voice, prompting you to quickly return to him.
“shion, i’m here. is anything the matter?”
he was already up, sitting on the bed. when you entered the door, he immediately closed the distance between you. his arms wrapped around your waist, squeezing you tightly, and unintentionally lifting your feet off the ground. the urgency and startle you felt from him had you scrunching your eyebrows. you gently took hold of his face hiding in the crook of your neck, wanting to look at him directly.
“tell me, what’s wrong?” you asked him once more. he was biting the bottom of his lips but still shook his head in refusal. “shion.”
his hand enveloped yours. he was gripping them with such intensity, you had no doubt his worry weigh just as heavily. you’ve only noticed then the beads of sweat on his forehead. you wiped them with the sleeves of your kimono.
“i’m your spouse aren’t i? i ought to share not only your happiness, but even your worries.”
at this, shion found the courage to speak up his mind.
“i hadn’t dreamed about it in so long. but i could not quell the dissatisfaction in my chest because…” he took a deep breath. “because i wanted to see you. how you looked as you walked down that aisle towards me, how beautiful you must be in the morning light, how you’d embrace our child in your arms. i hadn’t thought about it in so long, but now i’m made to think… maybe i could’ve loved you better if i wasn’t incomplete. i’d be able to cherish you, honor you, and love you as you deserved.”
your eyebrows immediately scrunched in worry. “oh no, no…” you brought his face close to yours, sealing his lips with a firm kiss. you cupped his jaw, caressing his cheek with your thumb. “no, my love- how could i even think or feel i am unloved when you’ve been showering me with such devotion? if that thought persists and discredits the man you’ve been because of your past, then i must chase it away, no matter how many times it takes.
the man i love has been strengthened by these scars, i am only able to have you by my side because you continued to fight in spite of what others may label a weakness. you are able to find humor, the light in the darkest of days, precisely because you are without sight. and most importantly, you have a heart that is able to care for and take care of the people around you, because your experience has awarded you the insight of what its like to be deprived of it.
but now… let me fill that part of you, shion. with all that you are and even the things that you’re not, i remain overflowing with love for you.”
he pulled you towards his chest. he then leaned down and kissed the top of your head.
“just as i do, my love. just as i do. i might not be able to erase the discontent that i can only offer you my heart and this fleeting life, but i cherish the luck bestowed upon me to have you accept my humble offerings.”
you were young and innocent, just learning to live life for the first time. and then all of a sudden- you were married off to a ninja from your village that your father was fond of. it was only reasonable for you to be wary, but it was soon pacified by the very shinobi whom you thought was scary.
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a few weeks after your marriage, you have finally built a good understanding about your husband. yes, he has taken lives--but it was something he was taught to do and the only thing he knows of. everything he was, his job is the reason.
he was innocent in a lot of things so you had to be patient, letting him learn not only proper table manners, but also how opening up to another was a way to get closer, in hopes of making your time together less bothersome and more comfortable.
when the stars and moon replace the sun, you wait for gabimaru to go back home. you're done with household chores by then, opting to create some handiworks instead.
a few crafts after, the screech of the door announced his arrival. you look up from your work, gaze meeting his.
"tadaima," his voice was low, still unsure, still not used to the words you requested he utter every time he comes back.
"okaerinasai, gabimaru-san," you replied with a smile. "shall we eat our dinner now?"
"mhm," he curtly replied. he removed his shoes and washed his hands while you removed the food covers and re-heat the soup.
"were you on the road for long today?"
he sat down on the side opposite of you, making himself comfortable as you put food on his plate. "yes, we took sometime. we were hired by a village from another city."
"how was the city? is the scenery better than ours?" you excitedly asked, hoping to hear some story from him.
"i think you'd also find their lantern lights beautiful. they release them on the river at night where it floats down the stream carefully. since you like watching the clouds drift whenever the sky is bright, it might remind you of that."
he had such a soft and genuine smile, you probably would have let it slide. only that you noticed an essential thing.
"i'd like to know what you think." you raised your brows, prompting him to speak further. "so, did you find it to your liking?"
he nodded with cheeks full of rice. he promptly replied after swallowing the food down. "that might be a bit hard to answer. if you like it, then i do like it. do you think you'd like it there, y/n-san? but we'd have to go there first. should we go on the weekend?"
you released a sigh before a pout formed on your lips. you set down your utensils and bowl with a clank.
"gabimaru." he looked at you, eyes all rounded. "you can have your own thoughts that doesn't involve me. if you hate or like something that contradicts mine, that's okay. i'd still appreciate them anyway."
his eyes darted down the bowl on his hands before slowly nodding. "you told me that before. thank you for accepting who i am, the things i am or am not, the things i like or don't. but-" he looked back at you, holding your gaze- "it makes me feel good whenever i see you smile. that's why i said i like whatever you like."
the trees rustle outside your home, cicadas playing their familiar tune. your heartbeat was steadily rising, knocking continuously against your chest.
"y/n-san?"
you were just learning to live life yourself. it hasn't been easy, but you were navigating it with him, your husband. now it seems like you will also come to learn how to love with him.
you weren't thinking about it, you just reached across the table, kissing his cheeks.
"w-what... w-what are you doing, y/n-san?"
his hands were fluttering on his sides, unsure of what to do. meanwhile, you were giggling in delight.
"i'm kissing my husband because he always makes me smile."
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hello, there! i just finished writing this aza chobei fic but i can't wait to write more! which character would you like to read about next? i'll write the most voted one this week!
my internship starts next week so i might not be able to post on the following month. i'll still write these ideas but they will take some time.
wahhh! gabimaru wins!! i'll be posting the fic this week so please stay tuned!
thank you for each of the 40 votes! for toma and fuchi fans, don't worry, i'll still be writing their stories. if you got any requests, send them on my inbox!
you’re staying in the province of Iyo to perform during the two-week festival. a few days in and you meet a man who wants to get to know you as much as you do. behind the titles used as your labels, you come to understand each other.
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your troupe had just arrived in the province of Iyo. while some chose to stay in the headman’s house, you opted to roam around the village.
the sun had just risen but the people were already bustling. some seem to be doing their last-minute preparations–putting up paper lanterns on the columns of their houses, tying colorful strips of papers on nearby trees, and of course, cooking up bountiful meals that are only seen on the table during festivals such as these.
even though no one’s likely gonna offer their hand to be your friend, you thought it’d be nice to at least not be enemies with anyone, so you offer a small smile to the ladies of the house you happen to see. they would return your smile at once, but it disappears just as fast as it appeared when their gaze falls upon your clothing that stops on your knees, and your feet clad in nothing but dirt from the street.
you tried not to let it bother you, but it hurt nevertheless. you were born as a hinin, although not part of the official hierarchy, it is the unspoken lowest social class which does not deem individuals like you as human. a title you inherited from your parents who have disobeyed the law. at your age, it’s an identity you continue to grapple with.
you continued strolling through the city, waiting for evening to come. just as you took your eyes off a lantern with hand-drawn designs, a pack of men unexpectedly appeared before you. the startle made you stumble backwards but you were able to hold your balance.
meanwhile, the man at the forefront of the group only stood in place. you looked up and locked eyes with his blazing red iris. he had a huge weapon bigger than his head placed upon his shoulder. he was the very definition of intimidating–an overwhelming presence–but, he wasn’t really radiating any threat.
“this humble one apologizes for their mistake,” you bowed before lifting up your head, offering an apologetic smile to the man. he didn’t return it, only raised his eyebrow while his left eye stayed on yours. the right side of his face had a slash and his right eye seemed to be permanently closed, adding a hint of dauntlessness to him.
the man with a long hair and sophisticated appearance beside him took a step forward.
“move out of the way.” you followed as you were instructed, a polite smile still on your face. you let them pass through before resuming your walk.
you continued about your day, following the parade until just before it entered the shrine. since it was off-limits to a hinin like yourself, you could only turn your back and prepare for your performance in the evening.
there isn’t a lot of things that you don’t like given your position, but your most favorite part would have to be when the night comes–your body is covered in decent clothes, you move with ease enjoying what you do, and people admire you for it, even handing you money–it was the normalcy that you wished to live.
it was past dinner but people are still up, most households have their lanterns lit. you moved from one house to the next. some are more generous than the others, but festivals are certainly worth the tire from travelling as compared to when you perform on market squares where people usually just pass you by.
your right hand was in the air, the other gracefully flowing from your chest towards the side when a familiar face walking down the street caught your attention. he was still carrying the weapon on his shoulder, an unbothered look on his face. despite that, his gaze was wandering around the place. the glow of the golden lanterns illuminated him.
when his head turned towards your direction, a smile slipped to your lips. though his eye squinted, more likely irritated than impressed, it didn’t diminish yours. your eyes left his figure as you continued dancing, but he didn’t leave your mind. he was certainly cute, alright. it seems like you’ll have more fun in this province than you expected.
you found excitement in looking left and right, waiting for his silhouette to appear at the same time in the same place. it has become your routine to walk through the same route everyday, it brings you a little joy, your heart thumping from its cage.
you saw him a few more times in the market the following days, you thought little of the interactions, after all, it was limited to your smile and the squint of his eye. could it even be called an interaction? it was just a one-sided attraction, it’s not like you’re worth looking at after all.
and so you didn’t think it bothered the guy, but it must have been on his mind unlike what you expected because on the fifth day of your stay, he finally talked to you.
“you- why do you keep looking at me like that?”
the sudden question had you looking down. oh, no. you didn’t mean to cause trouble.
“i apologize for my insolence! it would no longer happen. please bless me with your benevolence,” unsure of what to do, you immediately went down on your knees, head and hands on the ground.
“what? you!” a pair of hands held you in your elbows, pulling you up. “what are you looking at?” it was only then that you dared glance at his face, he was scowling at the people in the market who were looking in your direction. they immediately looked away with his warning. “you’re coming with me.”
you reached a bridge where not many people were passing by. you faced the river, observing the flowing water rather than looking at the guy who had just held you by the arms.
“you’re unusual, do you know that?”
“i am, i’m sorry for making you uncomfortable.”
he rested his hands on the rail, leaning his weight on it. you could only look at him through your peripheral vision. he sighed with an emotion you couldn’t decipher what.
“i don’t mean it like that. even the question i asked earlier,” he gripped the necklace he was wearing, pulling it left and right. “you’re not from here, are you?”
you shook your head. “no, we’re from a different place. our troupe only has a permit to stay for a couple of days.”
“figured. who’d smile at a bandit like that?”
that made you look at him. “you are?”
“what, you scared now?” he turned his head towards you, a menacing smirk on his lips.
you returned his gaze.
“is that title supposed to scare me? well, i’m a hinin.” your eyes flickered, searching for a different place to look at. “maybe you should be disgusted with me.”
“not when you look too pretty like that, no.”
you almost choked on your own saliva. did you hear him right? you could only hope for the setting sun to cover the blazing burn on your cheeks. has it been this hot since earlier?
“i- i have to go now, we still have a performance later.” you had already turned your back from him when he spoke.
“i’ll come see you then.”
despite your hesitance, you faced him once more and nodded. “okay, i’ll see you.”
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ah! i finally finished it! i was worried about how i'd portray chobei so it took me some time to write.
i hope you loved reading this! i was smiling by the end, haha. did it make you smile as well? what do you think of my chobei portrayal? can you see him doing this?
hello, there! i just finished writing this aza chobei fic but i can't wait to write more! which character would you like to read about next? i'll write the most voted one this week!
my internship starts next week so i might not be able to post on the following month. i'll still write these ideas but they will take some time.
you’re staying in the province of Iyo to perform during the two-week festival. a few days in and you meet a man who wants to get to know you as much as you do. behind the titles used as your labels, you come to understand each other.
⊱ ۫ ׅ ✧
⊱ ۫ ׅ ✧
your troupe had just arrived in the province of Iyo. while some chose to stay in the headman’s house, you opted to roam around the village.
the sun had just risen but the people were already bustling. some seem to be doing their last-minute preparations–putting up paper lanterns on the columns of their houses, tying colorful strips of papers on nearby trees, and of course, cooking up bountiful meals that are only seen on the table during festivals such as these.
even though no one’s likely gonna offer their hand to be your friend, you thought it’d be nice to at least not be enemies with anyone, so you offer a small smile to the ladies of the house you happen to see. they would return your smile at once, but it disappears just as fast as it appeared when their gaze falls upon your clothing that stops on your knees, and your feet clad in nothing but dirt from the street.
you tried not to let it bother you, but it hurt nevertheless. you were born as a hinin, although not part of the official hierarchy, it is the unspoken lowest social class which does not deem individuals like you as human. a title you inherited from your parents who have disobeyed the law. at your age, it’s an identity you continue to grapple with.
you continued strolling through the city, waiting for evening to come. just as you took your eyes off a lantern with hand-drawn designs, a pack of men unexpectedly appeared before you. the startle made you stumble backwards but you were able to hold your balance.
meanwhile, the man at the forefront of the group only stood in place. you looked up and locked eyes with his blazing red iris. he had a huge weapon bigger than his head placed upon his shoulder. he was the very definition of intimidating–an overwhelming presence–but, he wasn’t really radiating any threat.
“this humble one apologizes for their mistake,” you bowed before lifting up your head, offering an apologetic smile to the man. he didn’t return it, only raised his eyebrow while his left eye stayed on yours. the right side of his face had a slash and his right eye seemed to be permanently closed, adding a hint of dauntlessness to him.
the man with a long hair and sophisticated appearance beside him took a step forward.
“move out of the way.” you followed as you were instructed, a polite smile still on your face. you let them pass through before resuming your walk.
you continued about your day, following the parade until just before it entered the shrine. since it was off-limits to a hinin like yourself, you could only turn your back and prepare for your performance in the evening.
there isn’t a lot of things that you don’t like given your position, but your most favorite part would have to be when the night comes–your body is covered in decent clothes, you move with ease enjoying what you do, and people admire you for it, even handing you money–it was the normalcy that you wished to live.
it was past dinner but people are still up, most households have their lanterns lit. you moved from one house to the next. some are more generous than the others, but festivals are certainly worth the tire from travelling as compared to when you perform on market squares where people usually just pass you by.
your right hand was in the air, the other gracefully flowing from your chest towards the side when a familiar face walking down the street caught your attention. he was still carrying the weapon on his shoulder, an unbothered look on his face. despite that, his gaze was wandering around the place. the glow of the golden lanterns illuminated him.
when his head turned towards your direction, a smile slipped to your lips. though his eye squinted, more likely irritated than impressed, it didn’t diminish yours. your eyes left his figure as you continued dancing, but he didn’t leave your mind. he was certainly cute, alright. it seems like you’ll have more fun in this province than you expected.
you found excitement in looking left and right, waiting for his silhouette to appear at the same time in the same place. it has become your routine to walk through the same route everyday, it brings you a little joy, your heart thumping from its cage.
you saw him a few more times in the market the following days, you thought little of the interactions, after all, it was limited to your smile and the squint of his eye. could it even be called an interaction? it was just a one-sided attraction, it’s not like you’re worth looking at after all.
and so you didn’t think it bothered the guy, but it must have been on his mind unlike what you expected because on the fifth day of your stay, he finally talked to you.
“you- why do you keep looking at me like that?”
the sudden question had you looking down. oh, no. you didn’t mean to cause trouble.
“i apologize for my insolence! it would no longer happen. please bless me with your benevolence,” unsure of what to do, you immediately went down on your knees, head and hands on the ground.
“what? you!” a pair of hands held you in your elbows, pulling you up. “what are you looking at?” it was only then that you dared glance at his face, he was scowling at the people in the market who were looking in your direction. they immediately looked away with his warning. “you’re coming with me.”
you reached a bridge where not many people were passing by. you faced the river, observing the flowing water rather than looking at the guy who had just held you by the arms.
“you’re unusual, do you know that?”
“i am, i’m sorry for making you uncomfortable.”
he rested his hands on the rail, leaning his weight on it. you could only look at him through your peripheral vision. he sighed with an emotion you couldn’t decipher what.
“i don’t mean it like that. even the question i asked earlier,” he gripped the necklace he was wearing, pulling it left and right. “you’re not from here, are you?”
you shook your head. “no, we’re from a different place. our troupe only has a permit to stay for a couple of days.”
“figured. who’d smile at a bandit like that?”
that made you look at him. “you are?”
“what, you scared now?” he turned his head towards you, a menacing smirk on his lips.
you returned his gaze.
“is that title supposed to scare me? well, i’m a hinin.” your eyes flickered, searching for a different place to look at. “maybe you should be disgusted with me.”
“not when you look too pretty like that, no.”
you almost choked on your own saliva. did you hear him right? you could only hope for the setting sun to cover the blazing burn on your cheeks. has it been this hot since earlier?
“i- i have to go now, we still have a performance later.” you had already turned your back from him when he spoke.
“i’ll come see you then.”
despite your hesitance, you faced him once more and nodded. “okay, i’ll see you.”
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ah! i finally finished it! i was worried about how i'd portray chobei so it took me some time to write.
i hope you loved reading this! i was smiling by the end, haha. did it make you smile as well? what do you think of my chobei portrayal? can you see him doing this?
(yamada asaemon shion x merchant's daughter! reader)
you went to the yamada clan's dojo for the first time when you saw the blind swordsman. you couldn't shake off his image from your mind- so you decided to follow him. a chance encounter that will have you entangled together.
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it was the first time you saw him. the first time you witnessed an execution. your parents loved you too much you grew up to be fragile, locked away from the madness of the world. to see a sword brought down upon a person's neck should have made you shiver, made you scared.
but your eyes were unable to leave the figure of the swordsman who wavered, for a few moments, the hesitance was evident on his face. his brows were scrunched, teeth gritted. he had already put the sword down but he remained in place as the body was being taken away.
the call of your name took your eyes away from him, but the ache in your chest didn't dissipate. you placed your palm above your chest, rubbing it in circle motion.
a life has been taken away, and someone has to bear its weight. you couldn't understand the consequence that the government imposed--is this really what justice looks like? it could be your sheltered-upbringing, but you don't wish ill even on your greatest enemies.
you were escorted out of the dojo after the meeting had ended. still, the image of the man didn't disappear from your head. from what you know of the yamada clan, they were feared by the people. but what you saw was something different from the rumors you heard.
you have just passed by the gates when a familiar silhoutte entered your line of vision. it was the man from earlier. his pace was steady but his strides were long, was there a place he was bound to go or did he want to escape? question had you following his steps.
"ojo-sama, where are you going? danna-sama instructed you to go home. i'll be reprimanded if you don't follow them!"
"it won't take a while, i promise! just follow me quietly, please? you know i don't get to go outside often," you wished upon your maid, Kiku, who agreed in the end.
you picked up the pace in order to catch up to the man. in a while, you ended up in a field opposite of the city center. the trees gave you shade and cover from the man's detection. or so you thought.
the heat was starting to seep through your skin, you can already feel the sweat forming on your temple. yet the man seemed not to care as he continuously swung the sword around.
"ojo-sama, this is inappropriate. we must hurry and go back now, please!"
"kiku, don't be too loud. just a few more minutes then we'll go. okay?"
her maid can only sigh before retreating towards the carriage at the distance.
your gaze went back to the man where is he?
"is there something i can help you with?"
an audible gasp escaped your lips as you turn towards his direction. he was standing about an arm's length away, wiping down his sword. he couldn't see her, but he was staring right to her face.
your hands reached for the tree, looking for stability.
"n-no, i apologize for my actions... i-i'll be on my way."
"you've been standing there for at least half an hour yet you haven't spoken a word. were you not seeking me for something?" he put back the blade on its sheath as he circled the tree, seating at the side where the view of the field was clear.
you contemplated over running to the carriage to hide from embarassment or facing the man whose face you couldn't keep away.
you took a deep breath to compose yourself. you sat beside him, maintaining the arm length distance.
"i was at the dojo earlier when i saw you." you hugged your knees to your chest, fiddling with your fingers. "i'm ignorant with the ways of the world, but i thought it wasn't right to take away someone's life."
"i'm merely doing what i was trained to do. i am in no place to complain about the ways of the world," despite the monotonous tone of his voi emphasis on the words gives it impact.
"i'm sorry, i don't mean to condemn you for what you do. i just- i thought it hurt you... when you took that person's life. while the dead embrace peace, you're left to remember their memories. isn't it a devastating experience?"
the clouds gathered to hide the sun as it drifted down the horizon. cool air breeze making its presence known with the bristle of leaves, the field and surrounding trees dancing lightly.
there was only the sound of nature, you were left to wonder whether he heard you at all. your eyes trailed towards his direction, finally facing him after sitting beside each other for awhile.
"his name is tesshin."
you waited for him to say more, but nothing followed. if he knew the person's name... would it happen to be someone he was acquainted with?
you noticed his hand shaking, tightly gripping the sword's handle. despite being unable to see any hint of emotion on his face, you could somehow feel anger, sadness, the unbearable weight of what he has to carry.
you took his hand that was resting on his bent knee, placing your handkerchief on it.
"i don't know if it could make you feel better, but i find my heart feeling lighter whenever i cry things out, at times i just fall right to sleep."
he clenched the handkerchief on his palm. you thought he was going to keep it, but he retrieved your hand instead, placing it back.
"i would have if i could," he said as he slid his fingers over yours to clench the handkerchief. "i appreciate the thought, thank you."
it took you a few seconds to process what he said. if he could have? your eyes explored the expanse of his face. he has scars over his eyelids, running down vertically, and another laying horizontally across the bridge of his nose from one eye to the other.
you didn't know what to do with yourself. you tried to bite down your lower lip, but the sting forming in your eyes seemed to be unstoppable.
"can i cry for you instead?" his lips parted, back darting forward from being at rest on the trunk. but before he could even say anything, the tears bod already dropped down your cheeks.
"i'm sorry i don't know how else to provide you comfort. a-are you hurting?"
his hands hesitantly reached out, slowly coming up towards your face. his thumbs lightly brushed the tears away, you'd doubt he was touching you if not for the little tilt on his lips.
"i'm not sure the pain will ever go away... but it is no longer as heavy as it was. thank you, ojo-sama."
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(yamada asaemon shion x merchant's daughter! reader)
you went to the yamada clan's dojo for the first time when you saw the blind swordsman. you couldn't shake off his image from your mind- so you decided to follow him. a chance encounter that will have you entangled together.
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it was the first time you saw him. the first time you witnessed an execution. your parents loved you too much you grew up to be fragile, locked away from the madness of the world. to see a sword brought down upon a person's neck should have made you shiver, made you scared.
but your eyes were unable to leave the figure of the swordsman who wavered, for a few moments, the hesitance was evident on his face. his brows were scrunched, teeth gritted. he had already put the sword down but he remained in place as the body was being taken away.
the call of your name took your eyes away from him, but the ache in your chest didn't dissipate. you placed your palm above your chest, rubbing it in circle motion.
a life has been taken away, and someone has to bear its weight. you couldn't understand the consequence that the government imposed--is this really what justice looks like? it could be your sheltered-upbringing, but you don't wish ill even on your greatest enemies.
you were escorted out of the dojo after the meeting had ended. still, the image of the man didn't disappear from your head. from what you know of the yamada clan, they were feared by the people. but what you saw was something different from the rumors you heard.
you have just passed by the gates when a familiar silhoutte entered your line of vision. it was the man from earlier. his pace was steady but his strides were long, was there a place he was bound to go or did he want to escape? question had you following his steps.
"ojo-sama, where are you going? danna-sama instructed you to go home. i'll be reprimanded if you don't follow them!"
"it won't take a while, i promise! just follow me quietly, please? you know i don't get to go outside often," you wished upon your maid, Kiku, who agreed in the end.
you picked up the pace in order to catch up to the man. in a while, you ended up in a field opposite of the city center. the trees gave you shade and cover from the man's detection. or so you thought.
the heat was starting to seep through your skin, you can already feel the sweat forming on your temple. yet the man seemed not to care as he continuously swung the sword around.
"ojo-sama, this is inappropriate. we must hurry and go back now, please!"
"kiku, don't be too loud. just a few more minutes then we'll go. okay?"
her maid can only sigh before retreating towards the carriage at the distance.
your gaze went back to the man where is he?
"is there something i can help you with?"
an audible gasp escaped your lips as you turn towards his direction. he was standing about an arm's length away, wiping down his sword. he couldn't see her, but he was staring right to her face.
your hands reached for the tree, looking for stability.
"n-no, i apologize for my actions... i-i'll be on my way."
"you've been standing there for at least half an hour yet you haven't spoken a word. were you not seeking me for something?" he put back the blade on its sheath as he circled the tree, seating at the side where the view of the field was clear.
you contemplated over running to the carriage to hide from embarassment or facing the man whose face you couldn't keep away.
you took a deep breath to compose yourself. you sat beside him, maintaining the arm length distance.
"i was at the dojo earlier when i saw you." you hugged your knees to your chest, fiddling with your fingers. "i'm ignorant with the ways of the world, but i thought it wasn't right to take away someone's life."
"i'm merely doing what i was trained to do. i am in no place to complain about the ways of the world," despite the monotonous tone of his voi emphasis on the words gives it impact.
"i'm sorry, i don't mean to condemn you for what you do. i just- i thought it hurt you... when you took that person's life. while the dead embrace peace, you're left to remember their memories. isn't it a devastating experience?"
the clouds gathered to hide the sun as it drifted down the horizon. cool air breeze making its presence known with the bristle of leaves, the field and surrounding trees dancing lightly.
there was only the sound of nature, you were left to wonder whether he heard you at all. your eyes trailed towards his direction, finally facing him after sitting beside each other for awhile.
"his name is tesshin."
you waited for him to say more, but nothing followed. if he knew the person's name... would it happen to be someone he was acquainted with?
you noticed his hand shaking, tightly gripping the sword's handle. despite being unable to see any hint of emotion on his face, you could somehow feel anger, sadness, the unbearable weight of what he has to carry.
you took his hand that was resting on his bent knee, placing your handkerchief on it.
"i don't know if it could make you feel better, but i find my heart feeling lighter whenever i cry things out, at times i just fall right to sleep."
he clenched the handkerchief on his palm. you thought he was going to keep it, but he retrieved your hand instead, placing it back.
"i would have if i could," he said as he slid his fingers over yours to clench the handkerchief. "i appreciate the thought, thank you."
it took you a few seconds to process what he said. if he could have? your eyes explored the expanse of his face. he has scars over his eyelids, running down vertically, and another laying horizontally across the bridge of his nose from one eye to the other.
you didn't know what to do with yourself. you tried to bite down your lower lip, but the sting forming in your eyes seemed to be unstoppable.
"can i cry for you instead?" his lips parted, back darting forward from being at rest on the trunk. but before he could even say anything, the tears bod already dropped down your cheeks.
"i'm sorry i don't know how else to provide you comfort. a-are you hurting?"
his hands hesitantly reached out, slowly coming up towards your face. his thumbs lightly brushed the tears away, you'd doubt he was touching you if not for the little tilt on his lips.
"i'm not sure the pain will ever go away... but it is no longer as heavy as it was. thank you, ojo-sama."
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