Someone Needed Me

"Put your faith in me? Ahaha, in a wretched world like this I never thought I would hear those words..."

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Amber eyes carefully scanned over yet another piece of documentation, the mundane task had become such a vital part of the young Hiiragi's day-to-day life. Following his sister's death, Kureto had taken up the mantle of becoming the Hiiragi heir, something that he believed should have been his role from the start. Though, of course, he never outwardly confessed that to anyone else.

Even he could be convicted of treason and executed like anyone else--well, that was the case when Mahiru was still alive. Now, not so much. Who would be left to carry on the Hiiragi legacy? Seishiro? Shinya, the adopted son? Or perhaps, Shinoa, the daughter who'd basically outcast herself? It was sheer nonsense to consider any of the three an option to become head of the clan.

His gaze lifted from the paperwork he'd been skimming over when he heard a knock on his office door, followed by his retainer entering the room. It was a welcome change, she was definitely more pleasing on the eyes than pages of black and white. Though, her words were unsurprising to the raven haired man, he still found himself shaking his head as he set the paper aside.

Sayuri's hands rested at her chest as her soft brown gaze observed as Guren and Shinya bantered with one another as they so often had, a frown on her face that she hadn't even noticed herself until she felt a hand resting on her shoulder from behind. Tearing her gaze away from the two men, the brunette swallowed the lump forming in her throat as she felt a bead of sweat rolling down from her temple.

"A-ah, Mito! How long have you been standing there?" She stammered, almost as if she'd forgotten the small squad had been sent out on reconnaissance, which had become rather unusual for the more experienced squad. That, and Shinya had accompanied them, which was even more unusual. Well, it should have been, but if Guren was there... well, the chances of Shinya being there was highly likely.

"I-I'm not quite sure what you mean by that, Mito. I... I don't have a hollow feeling inside of me." That was a lie, of course she felt that emptiness every single time she saw someone else with her beloved Master Guren, but she would never outwardly express that. After all, Guren was allowed to love whoever he wanted, even if that person ended up being affiliated with the Hiiragi family.

The ashen haired youngest daughter placed her hands together behind her back as she stood off to the side, quietly observing her friends bantering with each other about nothing in particular with that same, emotionless smile plastered on her face as per usual. It was often like this, Yuu and Shiho bickering about nothing in particular while Yoichi laughed nervously and Mitsuba rolled her eyes in annoyance. That's just how their squad functioned, and it worked for them.

For some reason, the Lieutenant Colonel had decided to take it upon himself to attend that day's "training" session, which usually always resulted in the same outcome. Though, usually by now at least two of them had sparred with each other. It seemed today was that exception. After exhaling what could only be compared to the huff of a laugh, she found her amber gaze shifting towards the man standing idly beside her as he spoke up.

"Oh? Are you getting sentimental on me, Lieutenant Colonel? That's unlike you." Her tone was teasing, just as it usually was. After all, the girl had learned to build high walls around her heart growing up, so high that not even those close to her could get around them.

It was the only way to protect her from the demon living within her, after all. And, naturally, Guren had been able to pick up on that. That was no doubt due to her older sister's help, she was the one who used to know her best. Nowadays it was unclear if there was really anyone else who knew her as closely. Perhaps the Major General?

Stepping into the Forger family's apartment, Loid extended his hand up to remove his hat, turning to rest it upon its usual hook before softly breathing out and doing the same with his outer jacket. It seemed, at least for now, that he was home alone. He wasn't used to being the first one home, after all school was over by now and Yor usually worked early morning shifts so she could be home in the evenings.

That's right, with Anya getting older she'd decided to join that after school club in hopes of gaining more Stellas, and Yor had started picking up some overtime at work after one of her coworkers resigned from city hall. So, that meant, for the time being Loid would have the apartment to himself. Well, with the exception of their family dog, Bond, who was already wagging his tail and asking for his dinner.

After filling up the dog's food bowl, the blonde turned his attention towards the kitchen, deciding he could have dinner prepared for the family of three by the time both girls had returned home. Reaching to roll up his sleeves, the man turned to wash his hands before gathering ingredients and getting started on preparing their meal.

As time passed, the man found himself glancing up when he heard the front door open up. Seeing the pink haired girl stepping inside, he offered a smile and a slight wave. "Welcome home, Anya. Go wash up, dinner will be ready soon." He told her before turning back to finish up what he'd been doing.

Shortly after the girl wandered off towards the bathroom, the door reopened and the raven haired woman he called his wife stepped through. He could see the look in her eyes the moment she stepped inside, knowing that she was worried just based off the gaze she wore and the matching frown. When she walked up to him and spoke, he felt a frown of his own tugging at his lips as he softly breathed out.

"Yor, perhaps you worry too much." He spoke, his voice quiet as he turned his gaze back towards the meal he'd been preparing in front of him. "Besides, no one else was here, so I thought it would make the most sense to have dinner prepared when you both got home. Isn't it nice to come back to a freshly prepared meal?"

It wasn't often that Bishamon had called her closest regalia into a meeting to discuss battle plans. Usually, as a goddess of war, she figured these things out on her own and just called upon them when she needed them. And yet, here they were, deliberating what needed to be done against the rogue god of calamity known as Yato. Some of his fellow regalia were against fighting the other god so carelessly, and some of them were for it--after all, who were they to question the will of their lady?

Despite that, the brunette stood silently at his dearest goddess' side, hands resting at his sides as he observed his fellow regalia carefully. He understood some of their reservations, he also understood some of their support. After all, the goddess had always despised the god, they had a long history together. He had wiped out the entire "ma" clan hundreds of years ago. Though, of course, he had only done that after Kazuma had requested he do so.

They'd been hurting his Veena.

The Blessed Vessel hadn't realized just how much he'd zoned out until he heard that oh-so-familiar voice speak his name. Looking up, the brunette reached his hand up to push his glasses back up his nose before clearing his throat.

"Of course, Veena, I know that." He paused for a beat. "...you won't like to hear this, my lady, but... perhaps going after the Yato god may not be our best course of strategy. After all, why waste your energy going after some nameless god when he's sure to disappear sooner rather than later? I just believe our efforts would be better focused elsewhere."

Besides, he owed the god of calamity. He was the one who saved his precious master all those years ago, if it wasn't for him then Bishamon surely would have been blighted to death before being forcibly reborn into someone else. Someone he didn't know, someone he didn't--... He could never tell her the truth, he would surely disown her if she ever knew. So, he and Yato had agreed to just keep their heads down and not mention the matter, which was easier for the god since all he had to do was avoid the war goddess entirely. For Kazuma, it was certainly much harder.

As Yuu stood there at Mika's side, he had to admit there was a sense of unease that washed over him at the crew's current plan. They wanted to use someone as a decoy, and when he'd volunteered to be that someone almost everyone in the group had rejected the idea. Of course they wouldn't let the self-sacrificing moron sacrifice himself, that would just be too easy.

"...Mika." Yuu finally spoke after a while, now that everyone else had moved on and began discussing the final plan. A soft sigh parted from his lips as he reached his hand to gently take Mika's gloved hand within his own. "If I can't be the one to be used as bait, then I think we need to come up with a different plan. No one else is as strong or as fast as me, and even if I end up getting caught I can just go berserk to free myself--none of you can."

The words his younger twin spoke left him standing there, feeling like a husked shell of his former self, leaving him there speechless, breathless. He'd traveled for so far, and for so long, to find his precious little sister, and there she was. After all those years he'd spent searching for her, the numerous nations he had to help repair and set back on track, the many people he'd met in his travels... and there she was. Right in front of him, still out of his reach.

Shaking his head it what he could only describe as disbelief, the blonde took a staggered step closer to his nearly identical twin sister as he reached out to her with an outstretched hand, his golden eyes pleading and desperate.

"Lumine-- Lumi... You... You can't be serious. I thought we were going to travel this world together-- just like we have for such a long time throughout the rest of the universe. What's so different about Teyvat? Why now would you choose to abandon me and leave me behind? I thought we promised each other that no matter what happens, we would always stay at each other's side. Don't... don't tell me that there's nothing that can be done now!"