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“It’s from a rabbit..” You muttered, turning your head away in disgust. “A well done rabbit.” he added quickly as he nudged the skewer just a little closer. When your expression didn’t change, Arthur sighed and placed the skewer in his mouth, teeth sinking into the meat as he sat himself onto the blanket in front of you.

“You have to eat something, princess.” He leaned back against the wall, head tilted, azure eyes peering at you through his lashes as he chewed. “Are you mad at me?” Arthur didn’t seem to notice the glare sent his way as he continued eating. “Are you mad at me.?” He repeated, words muffled and cheeks puffed out like a squirrel hoarding food.  “Princess-” The blond called out for you once more though before he could finish, you kicked his leg in irritation.

“Yes! I’m mad at you,” You hissed, keeping your voice low. “Was that not obvious enough?” 

The feeling of hunger was enough to keep you on edge as exhaustion crept into your body, your ankle emitted fury as it continued to ache. You’d gone salvaging together this morning. Everything had been fine until you tripped over his ankle, your bones twisting like a braid.

“And stop calling me princess.” You snapped, folding your arms as you stared away, fingers gripping the thick fabric of your hoodie. “It’s stupid.” 

“Hmph.” Arthur rose to his feet, tossing the empty skewer aside. “You’re just saying that ’cause you’re pissed.” He stepped closer, noticing the zipper of your hoodie still half-open. Cool air brushed your skin before his fingers gently pulled it all the way up, tugging the hood over your head. “I already said I’m sorry,” He murmured. 

Then, softer as if testing the waters. “Princess?” You didn’t answer. Arthur smiled faintly and reached out, placing a hand atop your head before turning your face toward him.  “See? I knew you didn’t hate it.”

He crouched down to your level, his ponytail perking into a straight line. “So,” he said curiously, tilting his head, the blond strands twitching into a prominent shape of a question mark. “What do I need to do to cheer up Her Royal Highness?” 

“Anything other than rabbit meat.” The ponytail deflated to its usual state, his shoulders slumping in silence– his eyes stared into yours dumbfounded. “Surely, this task won’t be too hard on the Knight King, would it.?” 

Then suddenly, he got up abruptly as his hands planted firmly on his hips, chin lifted high.

“Of course not!” He declared. “I’ve heard tales of a secret cave filled with enchanting fruits.” 

He furrowed his brows in deep concentration, a finger at his chin before a smirk formed on his face. “I shall retrieve these treasures and bring them back to the princess!” Arthur pulled a flashlight from his pocket before marching toward the storage room at the back of the store. “High Ho, Silva!”

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How long has it been since the outbreak? You hadn’t bothered keeping track of the days, maybe weeks, or even months that had blurred together. All you remembered was how it began. A mysterious asteroid had plunged into the ocean. Soon after, the water changed. Marine life died first, infecting the aquatic animals with diseases. A week later, human bodies followed.

The government issued warnings, declaring the water was unsafe for consumption, but it was already too late. The contamination spread faster than anyone could reverse it. People fell ill, a virus eating them from the inside out. Within days, they became lifeless, wandering shells of zombies. Everything fell apart after that.

Power plants failed. Crops died in their fields. Livestock passed. Soon Earth itself felt uninhabitable. Oceans, rivers, every major body of water became a biohazard. Only secluded lakes and small ponds remained safe. You were lucky to survive the first week.

A warm can of beans sat snuggled in your grasp as the metal shared heat with your cold hands while your other scooped spoonfuls of the brown slush into your mouth. Arthur’s so called mission was unsuccessful as he could only find cans of beans rather than other items still you’d rather have this than rabbit meat. The blond sat beside you on the thin blanket, his head resting on your shoulder as his blue eyes settled onto the candle’s flame. His chest rising up and down in a steady manner while his fingers tapped against your thigh. 

“I’m sorry for kicking you earlier,” You murmured, lowering your head, shame creeping in after the fact. “Hm. It’s fine.” Arthur glanced up at you, only to find your face hidden beneath the hood. He lifted a hand and tugged it down, fingers combing through your hair, static crackling softly against the cotton.

“Why..didn’t you say anything?” You asked quietly, chewing another bite of beans. “Why would I?” he replied simply. “I knew you didn’t mean it.” He said it so easily without a trace of resentment as if the thought had never crossed his mind. His bare arm brushed against your sleeve, cold like the air outside. You could feel it despite the cotton material separating you.

Guilt washed over you again. Your gaze drifted to your sweater hanging nearby, now dry, then down to his hoodie worn on your torso. “Are you cold.? I think my sweater’s dry now.” You nudged his side to which he only shook his head. “Nope.” He denied without hesitation. “Besides, you’re warming me up.” He nudged you back, a sly smile tugging at his lips. You ignored the comment, focusing instead on your dinner though the warmth in your chest had little to do with the beans. 

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 The warmth from the morning sun peeked through the barricaded windows of the store, allowing small beams of light to shine down onto your living space. The shelter from the night disappeared as flat blankets turned into folded ones. 

Arthur crouched near the entrance, his boots scraping softly against the grimy tiles as he stood. He strapped his backpack at the front before pulling the military green hood over his head. Shadows swallowed his features. “Where’re we headed?” He asked.

“Hoshinomura.” You replied, unfolding a crumpled map of Fukuoka City. The village sat located northwest of the city, rumored to have a lake untouched by contamination. You leaned back against the wall, supporting your weight on your good leg while the injured one hovered uselessly above the floor.

Arthur walked over to your still figure before kneeling down in front with his back visible to you.“You don’t have to carry me,” You said quietly. “I can.. still walk.” The words tasted bitter, heavy with the feeling of being a liability. “Nonsense.” His teal eyes stared into your hesitant ones, a half smirk adorned on his face. 

“Knights protect their princesses.” His gaze held yours, unwavering.  “What kind of knight would I be if I let my girl get hurt?" Arthur turned back around and dipped his shoulders, silently urging you on. “Okay then..” You murmured.

He lifted you with ease, hands firm beneath your thighs as you wrapped your arms around his neck. Your head rested against his shoulder, cheek brushing the fabric of his hood.“Tell me if you need breaks,” he said softly. And so the journey to Hoshino Village began. 

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The path to Hoshino Village was brutal. The main route had long since been infected by the dead, making it impossible to pass through. What remained of Fukuoka was taken over by crawlers, lifeless vessels wandering through the streets with no purpose beyond bloodthirst. They roamed between buildings, straying at intersections like traffic, attacking anything that breathed. Now the city felt suspended in time, spaces once crowded with the dead lay hollow, as though something had made them disappear.

Shards of glass were scattered around the streets as the store's windows were shattered beyond repair. Cars sat abandoned in the middle of the roads, doors left open, hazard lights long dead. A child’s bicycle lay tipped over near a crosswalk, its rusted chain stiff with dust. Storefront signs still advertised products that had long rotted away, sun-bleached posters peeling away in strips.

Nature had started to reclaim what humanity left behind. Plants peeked through cracked asphalt, vines crawling up buildings. Fukuoka was no longer a city. It was a grave.

“Are we..” Arthur’s voice faltered as he climbed the hill, his breath breaking into uneven huffs. Beneath him, his legs trembled, exhaustion finally catching up to him. “T-there yet?”

His heart pounded violently against his ribs, each step slower than the last. He passed a rundown house, its front door snapped clean in half, splintered wood thrown on the dead lawn. “We’re still inside Fukuoka,” you sighed. The thought of resting crossed your mind but the sooner you arrived at the destination, the better. Yet, the pained sight of the boy under made you come to a decision.

“Arthur-” You tapped his shoulder, drawing his attention. “We should rest there.” He followed your gaze. A brown, dilapidated building loomed ahead, its sign barely legible, letters faded and hanging crooked. “A..nursing home?” He muttered as he adjusted his grip on you. “A-are you saying I’m old?” He teased, though the words came out breathless and sad rather than lighthearted.

“Old mentality? sure.” You replied softly, a faint smile tugging at your lips. That earned you a weak huff of laughter.

The interior was darkened by shadows. Heavy curtains covered the windows, sealing the building off from the world outside. Arthur nudged the door with his foot, easing it open inch by inch. Rusted hinges crackled in months of being still, the sound echoing through the hollow halls. Wheelchairs sat abandoned in the hallway, some tipped over while others parked neatly beside doors. A calendar hung quietly at the front desk, its page left in December of last year.

“Under the reception,” You whispered, pointing toward the long, curved desk near the entrance. A thick blanket of dust coated its surface, emphasising the lengthy duration without care. Dark spatters of dried blood were set into the cracks of the wooden floor, trailing toward a cluster of rotted bodies slumped against the far wall.

Arthur moved carefully, each step slow. Still, every time the soles of his boots met the floor, the boards creaked with a sharp screech. You winced at the sound, pausing each time as if expecting the dead to come lunging. From the gruesome scenes you’ve witnessed– you concluded the zombies had the inability to hear though all of their other senses were heightened in turn.

Once safely near the desk, he crouched and waited for you to get off his back. The moment your weight lifted, his legs gave out. He collapsed onto the floor with a dull thud, head leaning back as a long, exhausted breath escaped him. 

You crawled under the desk, fingers digging into his sleeve as you dragged his limp body closer. “You walked for..three hours straight,” You murmured. Arthur slumped against the dusty wood, cheek resting against your shoulder. For once, his face was avoidant of every emotion aside from fatigue. His chest rose and fell unevenly as he struggled to catch his breath.

“Is.. that why you weren’t talking?” He asked quietly. He took off the backpack from his front and let it fall aside before dramatically flopping onto your lap like he’d been shot, an arm casted over his forehead as he looked up at you through lidded eyes. “Yeah,” You admitted softly. “I had to concentrate. Sorry.” For the past three hours, you’d been counting seconds in your head since it was the only way to keep track of time anymore.

You reached up and pulled his hood back. Instantly, his ponytail sprang upright, bouncing back into place. “I thought you were ignoring me again,” He muttered, shoulders slumping as he pushed himself upright. Before he could sit properly, he bumped his head hard against the underside of the desk. “Ow!” Arthur hissed, clutching his forehead. “Who puts desks this low! That’s just unconsiderate..” You stared at him in worry as he continued rambling about the desks, the rants somewhat reaching to knightly delusions.

“Are you okay..?” You asked, concerned about his condition. You leaned closer, fingers brushing gently over his skin as you checked the spot. Arthur immediately melted under your touch, letting out a satisfied sigh. The pained frown on his face slowly twisted into a smug smile, eyes brightening as he leaned into your hand. “..Uh.” He said casually, “I think I hit my cheeks too.”

“..Your cheeks?” You paused. “Yeah.” He nodded earnestly, though his airy tone betrayed him. “Not possible.” You replied flatly. “Good try though.” He grinned anyway, clearly pleased with himself before letting his head fall back against your shoulder.

Arthur rummaged through his bag and picked out two cans of beans along with a pair of plastic spoons. He hooked a finger under the tab, peeling it back with a soft pop, and handed you the first can.

“It’s not rabbit meat,” He said smugly, flashing you a toothy grin before opening his own. You stared down at the dark brown contents, the color barely visible in the dark light. Your thoughts drifted back to the city. The emptiness. It felt wrong. They couldn’t have simply vanished overnight.

The spoon sank into the thick slop before picking up a spoonful. You lifted it to your lips, took a bite when thud. The sound echoed loudly through the building, like something heavy hitting the floor.

Arthur froze mid fed, the spoon hovering inches from his mouth. “Hmph. Interrupting our quality time..” He muttered with a hint of irritation. He set his can down before reaching into his bag and pulling out a pistol. “I’ll come with you..” You grabbed the hem of his hoodie, tugging hard enough to make him stop. He turned, raising a brow at your proposal as he shook his head. “I refuse.”

Before you could argue, Arthur scooped up a spoonful of beans and shoved it into your mouth. “Eat.” Your protest died down into a muffled noise. “It’s too dangerous for a delicate princess like you,” He continued, already slipping the gun into his pocket as he emerged from beneath the desk. His ponytail twitched, swaying as if listening for the sound.

“And your ankle isn’t healed yet.” He pointed at it firmly, eyes skimming over you before landing on your disappointed face. He hesitated.

“Ahem!” Arthur ran a hand through his hair, chin lifting as he struck a dramatic pose, one arm raised as though saluting an invisible crowd. “Knight King Arthur shall slay this ogre and return victorious!” The boy walked off heroically until his figure disappeared from your line of sight– leaving you with a mouth full of queasy beans and feelings of helplessness. 

Arthur moved through the nursing home’s darkened hallways, relying on sound rather than his sight. The patients’ rooms were opened ajar only allowing a thin beam of light to leak out and stretch across the floor. The deeper he went, the quieter it became. Then. 

Scritch.

A sound cut through the silence. Fingernails scraping frantically against the cold tile. Arthur froze. The noise dragged on for several seconds before stopping abruptly. He pressed his back to the wall outside one of the rooms, peering in through the open doorway.

Inside, a window had been poorly barricaded, boards nailed in hurriedly as if it was done right as danger appeared sealing out the morning sun. A bed sat off to the side, its blankets thrown across the floor. In the middle, he could make out a fallen silhouette beneath a massive rectangular object.  “Identify yourself, fiend!” Arthur announced from the doorway.

A low, pained growl answered him. “Hmph. You dare intrude upon our haven?” He kicked the door open, the sudden noise ripping a series of groans from the creature. “You do not wish to answer? Fine-”

Arthur stared down at the zombie trapped under the rumble, his cyan eyes narrowing to slits before he blanked. “..Wait.” His ponytail curled into a question mark as he remembered intel. You’d told him before about how they couldn’t hear.  “It seems I have forgotten.” He muttered, almost sheepish. “You cannot hear.”

He raised his gun. “I will slay you nonetheless.” Arthur slammed the back of his boot against the door. The vibration traveled through the floor. The zombie reacted instantly, snarling in panic. Bang. A shot was fired from the gun, the flash allowing a flicker of light– the face of the creature getting split apart was all he saw before it went dark again. 

You were halfway through your can when the gunshot rang out. The shock made you gasp, the dull end of the spoon jamming painfully against the back of your throat. You coughed, eyes watering, quickly setting the can aside as the taste of beans still lingered in your mouth.

Sounds of footsteps came closer and closer before they stopped. Your breath hitched in your chest. You didn’t dare inhale, as if the smallest sound might end your life. Seconds passed and then more. What if it wasn’t Arthur’s footsteps you’d heard? What if it was some other entity? “Hey-”

You yelped at the sudden voice, shuddering in surprise and hitting your head against the underside of the desk. Arthur ducked into view, eyes wide with concern. He sat down beside you quickly, lowering his voice. “hey.”

For a brief moment, relief washed over his face knowing you were safe before it softened into something gentler. Arthur reached out, his hand rubbing the top of your head, each stroke easing the earlier pain. “Were you worried?” Arthur asked quietly, a hint of pride slipping through despite himself. “You don’t have to worry about me.”

His gloved fingers brushed through your hair before he stopped and tugged the glove off before letting his bare hand rest against your cheek.

“I can handle myself.” His eyes scanned your features, you were staring straight ahead seemingly in thought. “I’m not worried about you.” The words came out absentmindedly, faster than you could form them. “Eh-” Arthur’s ponytail drooped a little as he looked away, clearly rethinking everything.

“Not like that.!” You added quickly, hoping he didn’t get the wrong idea. “It’s just about what we saw today..” You nudged his hand away from your face then caught it before he could pull back completely, holding it instead. His fingers curled around yours without thinking.

“Saw? Saw what?” The boy asked, his touch warm, heating up your chilled ones. “Nothing.” You answered to which he only gawked in response. “You don’t find it weird how there’s no zombies around here..?” You continued, reminiscing about the strange encounters. 

“Well, there was one. It died.” Arthur gently squeezed your hand, the warmth seeping into your skin. “To my gun. I killed it.” You listened on, attempting to mend pieces together. Was this zombie an outcast? Is that why it stayed? 

“Did it have any injuries?” You asked. “Yeah. A gunshot-” You interrupted before he could finish his obvious answer.  “Before you killed it.” An unimpressed look adorning your face.

“Oh.” He paused. “It was trapped under something.” Your unease deepened while Arthur only seemed to worry about the beans rather than the situation at hand. 

“Did it..try to attack you?” You inquired more as he reached for his can, resting it between his legs as he thought. “Hmm. Not really. It didn’t look at me.” He scooped a spoonful, keeping a steady hand before leaning down to have a bite. It was docile. Has something altered their brain? Had they gained consciousness? 

You exhaled slowly, frustration settling in. Arthur kept eating with one hand as the other held yours– You released the grasp on it and watched as he picked up the can instantly. You furrowed your brows at that. 

“What’s wrong?” The blond noticed your immediate change in mood, his cheeks puffed out with mouthfuls of beans. “Nothing..” Your head dipped down, eyes pressed shut to preserve energy. 

You could hear slight shuffling on the side, his presence disappeared for a moment before settling in front. “Ahh.”  You opened your eyes to find Arthur sitting near you, spoon extended as beans hovering near your mouth. His expression was soft, the corners of his eyes rounded. “Eat.” He said gently.

And despite everything, the fear, the curiosty– you leaned forward. 

It would’ve been more sensible to stick with the highway. The route on the map was drawn with vehicles in mind– wide, straight and lacking obstacles. You weighed that against the country sides. Out here, visibility was better. No corners, no blind spots between abandoned buildings. If something moved, you’d see it though if zombies were to return– you wouldn’t have the chance to survive. The choice felt clear.

The countryside houses were left in the same state of ruin as the city’s. Walls had rotted away, moss eating through what remained. Ferns and wild plants bloomed beneath broken pavement, nature reclaiming what humans once built. Rice fields lay flooded with rainwater, their muddy surfaces reflecting the sky allowing them to become a breeding ground for bacteria.

A day passed. You traveled another ten kilometers. The night before, you had reached a small rural town. Its stillness welcomed you offering a place to stay. By morning, the journey resumed.

Arthur pushed the wheelchair along the narrow path, the uneven stone rumbling beneath the wheels. It jolted you slightly, a small inconvenience paid for comfort. You sat with your arms folded, gaze fixed on the bright sky overhead, lost in thought. Bringing the wheelchair had been the right choice, the pace was quicker, and he didn’t need to stop every few hours to rest.

“This feels nice.” Arthur said suddenly, breaking the silence. His tone was light, almost peaceful, like he was taking a casual stroll through a park. “Even in an apocalypse?” You asked, tilting your head back enough to look up at him.

Ever since the zombies vanished, the world had grown eerily tranquil but there were still feelings of dread and unease. “Yeah.” He nodded, azure eyes dropping to meet yours. “You make my world better. Even if we’re in hell.” His words were effortlessly endearing, like it came naturally to him. “I guess we’re all we have.” You replied quietly, turning your gaze forward again.

Ahead, a narrow bridge crossed over a small stream. The water flowed steadily beneath it, clear as crystal despite it being murked with diseases. Arthur stopped a few feet away and locked the wheelchair in place anchoring it securely, ensuring you wouldn’t roll away.

“What are you doing?” You asked as he stepped toward the water. “Don’t drink that!” Panic edged your voice. “It’s probably infected, listen to-”

Arthur dropped to his knees. He gagged and coughed violently, his body convulsing as though he were choking. “Hey!” Your heart lurched. You scrambled out of the wheelchair, ignoring the strain as you crouched beside him. “You idiot!” Your hands grabbed his arm, trying to turn him toward you.

He coughed harshly, one hand flat against the grass while the other covered his mouth. Blond strands fell over his face, hiding his expression. “W-what did you do?” Thousands of possibilities ran through your mind and none of them were good. You could do nothing but stare in worry, your chest thumping faster than usual. “Are you choking?!”

You moved behind him, only to be stopped when his hand caught your wrist. Arthur leaned back slowly, his fringe falling into place. His eyes narrowed, not in pain, but in something unreadable. He removed his hand from his mouth and pulled out a small object from it. “Ta-da.”

A daisy. Wet, slightly crushed, coated with saliva. A proud grin spread across his face as he held it up. When you didn’t react, he gently placed it into your fingers instead.

“A flower.” He said, beaming. “To express my undying love.” You stared at it, shock draining the color from your face. The moment stretched. Slowly, your nose scrunched, lips tugging downward in disbelief. He searched the depths of his hoodie pockets before your comment halted his moves.

Arthur’s excitement faltered. His eyes flicked over your expression, confusion creeping in. “That’s not funny,” you said, voice tight. “You scared me.”

He stiffened. The brightness vanished as he hid his face behind his hair, a small pout forming. “..Sorry. I thought it’d be cute.” Guilt twisted in your chest. You reached out, brushing his hair aside, revealing his downcast eyes.

“It is cute,” You admitted softly. “Just.. not like that.” Your fingers lingered at his temple. “I was worried,” You continued, quieter. “I thought I lost you.” Arthur looked at you for a moment, then smiled, gentler this time. He took your hands and stood, pulling you up with him. “Don’t worry, I won’t die that easily.”

Your earlier anxiety slowly faded at his promise. You limped back to the wheelchair and sank into the seat. Arthur followed, gently lifting your right hand before slipping something light around your finger.

A thin green thread carefully crafted was looped around your ring finger with a small white flower held at its center. You stared at it, momentarily speechless. Arthur brought your hand to his lips and pressed a soft peck to your knuckles, truly resembling an action of a Knight. “When did you even make this?” You asked, turning your hand slightly to admire the makeshift ring. “Last night, when you were asleep.”

He stepped behind the wheelchair, released the stopper, and gently turned it back toward the road ahead.You looked down at the flower once more before lifting your gaze. “Thank you.”

A few days passed, and at last, you reached your destination. Hoshino Village.

Dried leaves were scattered across the entrance road, branches of trees stood naked without greenery. A contrast from the lush scenery seen in the city. Dark, heavy blood stained the ground in irregular patterns, too old to smell but too bright to ignore. A wooden sign hung crooked at the village gate, its rope frayed as the board groaned softly each time the wind brushed past it.

The houses stood hollow and stripped of life, doors left ajar or torn from their hinges, windows were smashed and shattered, shards of glass laid on the patio. Inside, you caught glimpses of overturned furniture and scattered belongings.

The air felt heavy and stagnant as clouds covered over the sky, dulling the sunlight until everything was washed in muted gray. “The pond’s somewhere along here…” you murmured, Arthur pushed along the paths behind you. His eyes scanning the abandoned homes, a feeling of suspicion creeping up as his ponytail perked up in alert. He stopped in his tracks , the wheelchair came to a halt as its wheels dug into the ground below. The atmosphere shifted when you came here like you've stepped into a different dimension.

“Something’s off.” Arthur’s fingers tightened briefly around the wheelchair’s handles before he forced them to relax. “You noticed it too?” You asked, glancing back at his hooded figure. “Noticed what?” His confusion was genuine, and you let out a quiet sigh. “The air.” You said. “Didn’t you feel it shift?”

You tried to stand, but firm hands pressed you back down. His palms settled on your shoulders, soft and steady. “Your ankle isn’t healed yet.” He shook his head, dismissing the thought of atmosphere entirely. Then his voice dropped, low and quiet. “We’re being followed.” 

Your lips parted. A cold thread slipped down your spine. “What..?” You murmured, resisting the urge to turn around. You fixed your gaze ahead as he continued pushing the chair along the dirt path, his steps haste.

“We’re marked.” Arthur whispered. “It marked us the moment we entered the village.” He turned sharply at a corner and stopped beside a collapsed house. Before you could speak, he picked you up into his arms.  The blond stared upward, eyes locked onto the muddied sky as though something unseen was visible in the clouds. “What are you.. looking at.?” Your voice trembled despite your effort, you couldn’t see what he was looking at.

“S-should we leave?” You asked. “Nope.” He said quietly. “It’s too late.” He stepped inside the house, the door creaking softly behind you. The interior was clustered with dust, shelves knocked over in hurry while wallpapers peeled apart. “You said we’re being-”

“It’s not a human.” He cut in. “It’s.. something else.” He paced through the rooms, peeking into the corners. Your thoughts spiraled. Could it be a spirit.? How dangerous was it to the point, you couldn’t make an escape.? 

Arthur stopped behind a fallen bookcase, its frame large enough to hide the two of you. He set you down gently and crouched beside you. “Do you trust me?” He asked. Do you trust him? Who else if not him? “I do.”

He sat close, one hand slipping into his pocket while the other found yours, fingers lacing together. Minutes passed in silence, the anticipation was eating you alive. Then, Footsteps.

Sounds of feet being dragged on the dirt path followed as low vibrations of guttural moans filled the atmosphere. Your breathing quickened, shallow and uneven as your heart pounded against your ribs. Arthur felt it immediately, the way your fingers locked around his, nails digging into the flesh of his palm like you were afraid he might disappear if you let go. He didn’t pull away. Instead, he pulled you closer– his arm firm around your shoulders while his hand stroked the back of your head.

Seven minutes of relentless movement of listening to the dead rush by the village. Arthur never stopped holding you, when your breathing hitched, his arm tightened slightly. When your grip grew painful, he endured it. 

The sudden silence was jarring. Your thoughts flooded in all at once, the mystery being revealed piece by piece. The empty streets. The lack of zombies and the single one trapped days ago. They hadn’t vanished. They had migrated. All of them.

Every zombie near Fukuoka had been lured toward this place. Lured. Hoshino Village wasn’t empty with nothing– it was harbouring the undead.

“How did you know we were being followed.?” You spoke up after minutes of silence, the question was no louder than a whisper afraid they’d hear the vibrations. “I don’t know.” Arthur answered, his voice muffled by ringing in your ear. “The zombies are all gathered here..” You continued as your fingers massaged your temple in an attempt to ease the sudden ache. 

“We need to leave.” You made an effort to stand, using the deteriorated walls as a support. “What about the pound.?” The blond asked, following behind as you limped toward the entrance. “Forget about it, we're leaving where they came from.” Your pace quickened with intention to leave the home, Arthur hurried over to grab hold of your wrist. “It’s not safe out there, stay near me.” He pulled you closer, you were out in the light while he stayed in the dark. 

“The wheelchair?” You asked, a worried expression painting your face. “I’ll carry you.” The blond stepped back into the shadows, his hand moving from your wrist to hold yours when a sharp piercing sound rang through the empty home. You froze on the spot , body seizing as a pair of teeth sunk into your neck. The force bit down hard, your voice didn’t come instead you squeezed his hands. Arthur stared in despair, he raised his gun to where the creature stood, the barrel aimed at its forehead before he fired. His azure eyes watched as the zombie fell backwards with a thud, his lips parted in disbelief, a shadow voided the light in his eyes.

“Did..” Arthur checked the bite mark, blood was oozing out from the wound. “Y-you got bitten..” He choked out, hands trembling as if convincing himself this was all a bad dream. His usual calmness now replaced by terror, his fingers hesitant to reach out. 

“I-is it bad!? I..I-” You forced a deep breath in, inhaling and exhaling as the strain began to form in your neck. The blond didn’t answer, instead he threw your body over his shoulders before heading to the back exit. “I-it’ll be fine okay?” 

Arthur slammed the door open, the force causing its wood to splinter in half. The blood in your head pooled at the bottom causing difficulty in breathing. Your eyes started to water, swelling up with tears threatening to spill– the thought of your future, the thought of dying and the thought of leaving him occupied your mind, tears flowed without realizing as your body shook in pain. “Princess? Hey.” The blond coursed through the rough terrain, he opted for the messy forest rather than the village path. Arthur couldn’t get the words out before you broke down in tears. 

“I-I’m gonna die!” You weeped, tears falling to the ground below as he hurried out of the forest– following where his mind leads. “Says who? Not on my watch.” He tried assuring you wouldn’t have the same fate as them but there was no point in lying when you both knew the outcome so well. “I’ll save you-” The blond’s boots made contact with the muddy paths of the forest, everywhere he looked it was full of leaves and trees. 

“I’ll find the antidote and save you..” It felt like he was saying that to himself rather than you. “I promise.” His tone became quieter, softer as the realization settled in. How was he supposed to find the cure? 

“Just kill me!” You cried from behind him, your voice cracking apart between sobs. “You can’t find the antidote, you won’t find it!” Your words echoed through the space, getting absorbed by the plants around. The sound of your crying was the only thing Arthur could hear, and it made his chest tighten painfully.

“I’m not killing you!” His expression was sorrowful, jaw clenched tight as dread flickered behind his eyes. “I’m not killing you, okay?”

“Why?” You choked out, your hands trembling at your sides. “I’m going to be a liability for you. I’ll just slow you down..”

His arm around you tightened. “You’re not one.” He said firmly. “So don’t call yourself that.”

“I’m going to turn in a few days!” Your voice cracked, panic spilling over. “Just end it early for me, please!” You pleaded in desperation. “Then I’ll die with you–” The blond cut in.

“No!” You shouted immediately, horror flashing across your face. “Absolutely not!” 

“Why should a lowly knight live on when the princess dies?!” Arthur shot back, emotion bleeding through his usual stoic expressions.

“Because she wants him to!” You sobbed, tears streaking down your face. His breath hitched. “It’s not your turn to die yet…”

The blond ran through the forest, trying his hardest to find an exit. “Please,” You whispered. “Don’t die, please live.” You begged.

“I-I still have a few more days as a human..” You could feel pulses on your neck as if it had a heart of its own, the pain traveling up to your neurons causing intense headaches.

“When I convert.. Don't hesitate to kill me.” Arthur kept quiet, his steps slowed. “Damn it.” The words tasted bitter, final. “That’s your last mission as my knight.” His shoulders slumped, like the weight of the world had finally settled on them before he came to a stop.

“Then.. I’ll be with you till death.”

The train tracks were overgrown with vines and ferns, tall towering grass covered the surface of the rails presenting itself as a garden rather than a railway station. It's been two days since you've gotten infected and the symptoms were starting to show. Your skin was cold to the touch and whenever you moved, you felt exhausted like you couldn't breathe properly. 

Arthur walked along you, stepping through the rocky ground below while you strolled on the platform above. His hand held yours as he guided you, the tip of his fingers twined with yours, taking slow measured steps to accommodate yours. 

The end of the platform approached, its stairs descending down from solid concrete, rock and tuff fading into a healthy green. “I think I see a flower field over there!” You spoke out excitedly, in the horizon– you could see a green field littered with small dots of tiny flowers. 

“Where? I can’t see.” Arthur glanced to where you pointed, a confused expression dawned on him as he looked ahead. “Let’s go there!” You hurried your pace though limping every step. 

“Stop.” He stood in front of you with his palm held out. “You may not proceed yet.” He held his head high up, azure eyes staring into yours with a defiant gaze. “EeeEh?!” You yelped in surprise, a hand reaching up to cover your mouth. 

“Do you not see that furious dragon?” Arthur pointed to the ground below where a small lizard laid beneath the pasture. “Very furious.. I think it’d be more furious if it woke up!” Your gaze rested on the reptile, it seemed to be actually sleeping. “That’s right! Let the Knight King handle it!” He declared triumphantly, marching over to the tiny animal before moving it deeper into the grass. 

“Boss Defeated. The princess may pass now.” The boy brushed a hand through his hand flipping it aside heroically. “So strong..” You let out an exaggerated gasp, eyes widening a fraction before dragging him along with you. 

Another day passed. The fever worsened, leaving you weak but lucid enough to walk when supported. Your skin became paler, more duller and colder than before. The veins on your hands were prominent, your speech became slurred– ensure of what to come.

The countryside had softened overnight, morning dew clinging low to the fields. Arthur guided you through a garden with wildflowers, his arm firm around your waist in case you stumbled.

You stopped suddenly. “Look..” You said, staring ahead. He followed your gaze. The field opened wide, petals scattered across the grass in a round frame.“It ..looks like a ballroom..” you said quietly. He blinked then smiled.  “Then dance with me,” He said, turning to face you.

You hesitated, just long enough to portray his fear before stepping forward. One hand settled at your back, the other lifting yours gently. His touch was professional, almost reverent, like he learned it in his past life.

“You’re..supposed to lead.” You murmured. “I am.” He replied softly. “I’m just.. taking my time.” The grass folded beneath your feet, petals brushing your ankles as you moved in a silent rhythm. “You’re really.. cold.” He said under his breath. You smiled sorrowfully. “Yeah..”

He tightened his grip just slightly, as if refusing the thought. When you stumbled, he caught you within seconds. “You’re ..staring.” You pointed out. “I’m memorizing.” Arthur answered. Memorizing your smile before he forgets all about it one day.

Your foot tripped his again and you both went down into the flowers. “ack!-” he sputtered, landing on the ground with a thud. You fell to your knees, wincing in pain as the grass brushed up against the skin. “..I wish I had a polaroid of you.” The boy confessed, his eyes staring up into the sky, the corners softening into something softer. “..you..can have my necklace.” you sat beside his laying figure on the ground, hands reaching back to unclip the lock of your jewellery. “It’s..a bit..girlish.” “Hell. I don’t care for that.” 

“I’d wear a dress if you asked me to.” 

One more day passed. The symptoms were getting worse. Your iris were clouded, bluish purple bruises started appearing all over your body and you could barely move. 

Arthur sat beside you with his hand around your loosely held one, you stared into the sky above– the stars were brighter than before twinkling as constellations shown on the dark canvas. You were seated on a wooden bench built somewhere along a hiking path, tall fences now rotted guarded the edge of the cliff ensuring people wouldn’t fall off. 

“The moon is beautiful isn’t it.?” The boy spoke up, his eyes a duller color than the days before though never losing its spark. You blinked. You tried to respond but only a few desperate growls came out. Your touch was beyond cold as though you’ve already rotted away. 

Arthur closed his eyes, blackness enveloping his vision before opening to the night sky. “You have cute growls.” He mustered up a laugh though it sounded forced. 

“Can you look at me?” You turned your head to the side, a loud crack slicing through the quiet as you stared at him. Arthur returned your gaze with an awkward expression before his hands came up to hold the sides of your face. He leaned in and kissed the crown of your head, his fingers gently squeezing your cheeks. “Don’t bite me okay?” The blond quickly kissed you on the lips before pulling away. 

The last day arrived, and you had lost full consciousness of the body you once had. You were tied tightly to a tree, a thick twig muzzled between your teeth. Arthur stared down at your restrained figure, guilt tugging relentlessly at his heart.

You were in the same state as the lone zombie he had seen a week before—avoiding, docile.

Your gloomy eyes gazed straight ahead as if there was something pulling you in. “What’s got you so interested?” The blond looked to where you stared– it was the same direction as where the Hoshino village was located. He raised a brow in confusion. His attention shifted back to you, then to the village again, and back to you once more.

“What are you looking at princess.?” He crouched beside you, fingers slipping between the knots before undoing them. Stepping back, he watched as you stumbled to your feet, taking slow, limping steps toward Hoshino.

“Farewell.” Arthur raised his gun, the barrel aimed at your head. His finger tightened around the trigger.

Where were you headed? What was your mission? Would you be happy if you were dead.? The shot rang out into the sky. Arthur let the gun fall from his hand, metal hitting the ground as you continued forward.

“It’s from a rabbit..” You muttered, turning your head away in disgust. “A well done rabbit.” he added quickly as he nudged the skewer just a little closer. When your expression didn’t change, Arthur sighed and placed the skewer in his mouth, teeth sinking into the meat as he sat himself onto the blanket in front of you.

“You have to eat something, princess.” He leaned back against the wall, head tilted, azure eyes peering at you through his lashes as he chewed. “Are you mad at me?” Arthur didn’t seem to notice the glare sent his way as he continued eating. “Are you mad at me.?” He repeated, words muffled and cheeks puffed out like a squirrel hoarding food.  “Princess-” The blond called out for you once more though before he could finish, you kicked his leg in irritation.

“Yes! I’m mad at you,” You hissed, keeping your voice low. “Was that not obvious enough?” 

The feeling of hunger was enough to keep you on edge as exhaustion crept into your body, your ankle emitted fury as it continued to ache. You’d gone salvaging together this morning. Everything had been fine until you tripped over his ankle, your bones twisting like a braid.

“And stop calling me princess.” You snapped, folding your arms as you stared away, fingers gripping the thick fabric of your hoodie. “It’s stupid.” 

“Hmph.” Arthur rose to his feet, tossing the empty skewer aside. “You’re just saying that ’cause you’re pissed.” He stepped closer, noticing the zipper of your hoodie still half-open. Cool air brushed your skin before his fingers gently pulled it all the way up, tugging the hood over your head. “I already said I’m sorry,” He murmured. 

Then, softer as if testing the waters. “Princess?” You didn’t answer. Arthur smiled faintly and reached out, placing a hand atop your head before turning your face toward him.  “See? I knew you didn’t hate it.”

He crouched down to your level, his ponytail perking into a straight line. “So,” he said curiously, tilting his head, the blond strands twitching into a prominent shape of a question mark. “What do I need to do to cheer up Her Royal Highness?” 

“Anything other than rabbit meat.” The ponytail deflated to its usual state, his shoulders slumping in silence– his eyes stared into yours dumbfounded. “Surely, this task won’t be too hard on the Knight King, would it.?” 

Then suddenly, he got up abruptly as his hands planted firmly on his hips, chin lifted high.

“Of course not!” He declared. “I’ve heard tales of a secret cave filled with enchanting fruits.” 

He furrowed his brows in deep concentration, a finger at his chin before a smirk formed on his face. “I shall retrieve these treasures and bring them back to the princess!” Arthur pulled a flashlight from his pocket before marching toward the storage room at the back of the store. “High Ho, Silva!”

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How long has it been since the outbreak? You hadn’t bothered keeping track of the days, maybe weeks, or even months that had blurred together. All you remembered was how it began. A mysterious asteroid had plunged into the ocean. Soon after, the water changed. Marine life died first, infecting the aquatic animals with diseases. A week later, human bodies followed.

The government issued warnings, declaring the water was unsafe for consumption, but it was already too late. The contamination spread faster than anyone could reverse it. People fell ill, a virus eating them from the inside out. Within days, they became lifeless, wandering shells of zombies. Everything fell apart after that.

Power plants failed. Crops died in their fields. Livestock passed. Soon Earth itself felt uninhabitable. Oceans, rivers, every major body of water became a biohazard. Only secluded lakes and small ponds remained safe. You were lucky to survive the first week.

A warm can of beans sat snuggled in your grasp as the metal shared heat with your cold hands while your other scooped spoonfuls of the brown slush into your mouth. Arthur’s so called mission was unsuccessful as he could only find cans of beans rather than other items still you’d rather have this than rabbit meat. The blond sat beside you on the thin blanket, his head resting on your shoulder as his blue eyes settled onto the candle’s flame. His chest rising up and down in a steady manner while his fingers tapped against your thigh. 

“I’m sorry for kicking you earlier,” You murmured, lowering your head, shame creeping in after the fact. “Hm. It’s fine.” Arthur glanced up at you, only to find your face hidden beneath the hood. He lifted a hand and tugged it down, fingers combing through your hair, static crackling softly against the cotton.

“Why..didn’t you say anything?” You asked quietly, chewing another bite of beans. “Why would I?” he replied simply. “I knew you didn’t mean it.” He said it so easily without a trace of resentment as if the thought had never crossed his mind. His bare arm brushed against your sleeve, cold like the air outside. You could feel it despite the cotton material separating you.

Guilt washed over you again. Your gaze drifted to your sweater hanging nearby, now dry, then down to his hoodie worn on your torso. “Are you cold.? I think my sweater’s dry now.” You nudged his side to which he only shook his head. “Nope.” He denied without hesitation. “Besides, you’re warming me up.” He nudged you back, a sly smile tugging at his lips. You ignored the comment, focusing instead on your dinner though the warmth in your chest had little to do with the beans. 

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 The warmth from the morning sun peeked through the barricaded windows of the store, allowing small beams of light to shine down onto your living space. The shelter from the night disappeared as flat blankets turned into folded ones. 

Arthur crouched near the entrance, his boots scraping softly against the grimy tiles as he stood. He strapped his backpack at the front before pulling the military green hood over his head. Shadows swallowed his features. “Where’re we headed?” He asked.

“Hoshinomura.” You replied, unfolding a crumpled map of Fukuoka City. The village sat located northwest of the city, rumored to have a lake untouched by contamination. You leaned back against the wall, supporting your weight on your good leg while the injured one hovered uselessly above the floor.

Arthur walked over to your still figure before kneeling down in front with his back visible to you.“You don’t have to carry me,” You said quietly. “I can.. still walk.” The words tasted bitter, heavy with the feeling of being a liability. “Nonsense.” His teal eyes stared into your hesitant ones, a half smirk adorned on his face. 

“Knights protect their princesses.” His gaze held yours, unwavering.  “What kind of knight would I be if I let my girl get hurt?" Arthur turned back around and dipped his shoulders, silently urging you on. “Okay then..” You murmured.

He lifted you with ease, hands firm beneath your thighs as you wrapped your arms around his neck. Your head rested against his shoulder, cheek brushing the fabric of his hood.“Tell me if you need breaks,” he said softly. And so the journey to Hoshino Village began. 

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The path to Hoshino Village was brutal. The main route had long since been infected by the dead, making it impossible to pass through. What remained of Fukuoka was taken over by crawlers, lifeless vessels wandering through the streets with no purpose beyond bloodthirst. They roamed between buildings, straying at intersections like traffic, attacking anything that breathed. Now the city felt suspended in time, spaces once crowded with the dead lay hollow, as though something had made them disappear.

Shards of glass were scattered around the streets as the store's windows were shattered beyond repair. Cars sat abandoned in the middle of the roads, doors left open, hazard lights long dead. A child’s bicycle lay tipped over near a crosswalk, its rusted chain stiff with dust. Storefront signs still advertised products that had long rotted away, sun-bleached posters peeling away in strips.

Nature had started to reclaim what humanity left behind. Plants peeked through cracked asphalt, vines crawling up buildings. Fukuoka was no longer a city. It was a grave.

“Are we..” Arthur’s voice faltered as he climbed the hill, his breath breaking into uneven huffs. Beneath him, his legs trembled, exhaustion finally catching up to him. “T-there yet?”

His heart pounded violently against his ribs, each step slower than the last. He passed a rundown house, its front door snapped clean in half, splintered wood thrown on the dead lawn. “We’re still inside Fukuoka,” you sighed. The thought of resting crossed your mind but the sooner you arrived at the destination, the better. Yet, the pained sight of the boy under made you come to a decision.

“Arthur-” You tapped his shoulder, drawing his attention. “We should rest there.” He followed your gaze. A brown, dilapidated building loomed ahead, its sign barely legible, letters faded and hanging crooked. “A..nursing home?” He muttered as he adjusted his grip on you. “A-are you saying I’m old?” He teased, though the words came out breathless and sad rather than lighthearted.

“Old mentality? sure.” You replied softly, a faint smile tugging at your lips. That earned you a weak huff of laughter.

The interior was darkened by shadows. Heavy curtains covered the windows, sealing the building off from the world outside. Arthur nudged the door with his foot, easing it open inch by inch. Rusted hinges crackled in months of being still, the sound echoing through the hollow halls. Wheelchairs sat abandoned in the hallway, some tipped over while others parked neatly beside doors. A calendar hung quietly at the front desk, its page left in December of last year.

“Under the reception,” You whispered, pointing toward the long, curved desk near the entrance. A thick blanket of dust coated its surface, emphasising the lengthy duration without care. Dark spatters of dried blood were set into the cracks of the wooden floor, trailing toward a cluster of rotted bodies slumped against the far wall.

Arthur moved carefully, each step slow. Still, every time the soles of his boots met the floor, the boards creaked with a sharp screech. You winced at the sound, pausing each time as if expecting the dead to come lunging. From the gruesome scenes you’ve witnessed– you concluded the zombies had the inability to hear though all of their other senses were heightened in turn.

Once safely near the desk, he crouched and waited for you to get off his back. The moment your weight lifted, his legs gave out. He collapsed onto the floor with a dull thud, head leaning back as a long, exhausted breath escaped him. 

You crawled under the desk, fingers digging into his sleeve as you dragged his limp body closer. “You walked for..three hours straight,” You murmured. Arthur slumped against the dusty wood, cheek resting against your shoulder. For once, his face was avoidant of every emotion aside from fatigue. His chest rose and fell unevenly as he struggled to catch his breath.

“Is.. that why you weren’t talking?” He asked quietly. He took off the backpack from his front and let it fall aside before dramatically flopping onto your lap like he’d been shot, an arm casted over his forehead as he looked up at you through lidded eyes. “Yeah,” You admitted softly. “I had to concentrate. Sorry.” For the past three hours, you’d been counting seconds in your head since it was the only way to keep track of time anymore.

You reached up and pulled his hood back. Instantly, his ponytail sprang upright, bouncing back into place. “I thought you were ignoring me again,” He muttered, shoulders slumping as he pushed himself upright. Before he could sit properly, he bumped his head hard against the underside of the desk. “Ow!” Arthur hissed, clutching his forehead. “Who puts desks this low! That’s just unconsiderate..” You stared at him in worry as he continued rambling about the desks, the rants somewhat reaching to knightly delusions.

“Are you okay..?” You asked, concerned about his condition. You leaned closer, fingers brushing gently over his skin as you checked the spot. Arthur immediately melted under your touch, letting out a satisfied sigh. The pained frown on his face slowly twisted into a smug smile, eyes brightening as he leaned into your hand. “..Uh.” He said casually, “I think I hit my cheeks too.”

“..Your cheeks?” You paused. “Yeah.” He nodded earnestly, though his airy tone betrayed him. “Not possible.” You replied flatly. “Good try though.” He grinned anyway, clearly pleased with himself before letting his head fall back against your shoulder.

Arthur rummaged through his bag and picked out two cans of beans along with a pair of plastic spoons. He hooked a finger under the tab, peeling it back with a soft pop, and handed you the first can.

“It’s not rabbit meat,” He said smugly, flashing you a toothy grin before opening his own. You stared down at the dark brown contents, the color barely visible in the dark light. Your thoughts drifted back to the city. The emptiness. It felt wrong. They couldn’t have simply vanished overnight.

The spoon sank into the thick slop before picking up a spoonful. You lifted it to your lips, took a bite when thud. The sound echoed loudly through the building, like something heavy hitting the floor.

Arthur froze mid fed, the spoon hovering inches from his mouth. “Hmph. Interrupting our quality time..” He muttered with a hint of irritation. He set his can down before reaching into his bag and pulling out a pistol. “I’ll come with you..” You grabbed the hem of his hoodie, tugging hard enough to make him stop. He turned, raising a brow at your proposal as he shook his head. “I refuse.”

Before you could argue, Arthur scooped up a spoonful of beans and shoved it into your mouth. “Eat.” Your protest died down into a muffled noise. “It’s too dangerous for a delicate princess like you,” He continued, already slipping the gun into his pocket as he emerged from beneath the desk. His ponytail twitched, swaying as if listening for the sound.

“And your ankle isn’t healed yet.” He pointed at it firmly, eyes skimming over you before landing on your disappointed face. He hesitated.

“Ahem!” Arthur ran a hand through his hair, chin lifting as he struck a dramatic pose, one arm raised as though saluting an invisible crowd. “Knight King Arthur shall slay this ogre and return victorious!” The boy walked off heroically until his figure disappeared from your line of sight– leaving you with a mouth full of queasy beans and feelings of helplessness. 

Arthur moved through the nursing home’s darkened hallways, relying on sound rather than his sight. The patients’ rooms were opened ajar only allowing a thin beam of light to leak out and stretch across the floor. The deeper he went, the quieter it became. Then. 

Scritch.

A sound cut through the silence. Fingernails scraping frantically against the cold tile. Arthur froze. The noise dragged on for several seconds before stopping abruptly. He pressed his back to the wall outside one of the rooms, peering in through the open doorway.

Inside, a window had been poorly barricaded, boards nailed in hurriedly as if it was done right as danger appeared sealing out the morning sun. A bed sat off to the side, its blankets thrown across the floor. In the middle, he could make out a fallen silhouette beneath a massive rectangular object.  “Identify yourself, fiend!” Arthur announced from the doorway.

A low, pained growl answered him. “Hmph. You dare intrude upon our haven?” He kicked the door open, the sudden noise ripping a series of groans from the creature. “You do not wish to answer? Fine-”

Arthur stared down at the zombie trapped under the rumble, his cyan eyes narrowing to slits before he blanked. “..Wait.” His ponytail curled into a question mark as he remembered intel. You’d told him before about how they couldn’t hear.  “It seems I have forgotten.” He muttered, almost sheepish. “You cannot hear.”

He raised his gun. “I will slay you nonetheless.” Arthur slammed the back of his boot against the door. The vibration traveled through the floor. The zombie reacted instantly, snarling in panic. Bang. A shot was fired from the gun, the flash allowing a flicker of light– the face of the creature getting split apart was all he saw before it went dark again. 

You were halfway through your can when the gunshot rang out. The shock made you gasp, the dull end of the spoon jamming painfully against the back of your throat. You coughed, eyes watering, quickly setting the can aside as the taste of beans still lingered in your mouth.

Sounds of footsteps came closer and closer before they stopped. Your breath hitched in your chest. You didn’t dare inhale, as if the smallest sound might end your life. Seconds passed and then more. What if it wasn’t Arthur’s footsteps you’d heard? What if it was some other entity? “Hey-”

You yelped at the sudden voice, shuddering in surprise and hitting your head against the underside of the desk. Arthur ducked into view, eyes wide with concern. He sat down beside you quickly, lowering his voice. “hey.”

For a brief moment, relief washed over his face knowing you were safe before it softened into something gentler. Arthur reached out, his hand rubbing the top of your head, each stroke easing the earlier pain. “Were you worried?” Arthur asked quietly, a hint of pride slipping through despite himself. “You don’t have to worry about me.”

His gloved fingers brushed through your hair before he stopped and tugged the glove off before letting his bare hand rest against your cheek.

“I can handle myself.” His eyes scanned your features, you were staring straight ahead seemingly in thought. “I’m not worried about you.” The words came out absentmindedly, faster than you could form them. “Eh-” Arthur’s ponytail drooped a little as he looked away, clearly rethinking everything.

“Not like that.!” You added quickly, hoping he didn’t get the wrong idea. “It’s just about what we saw today..” You nudged his hand away from your face then caught it before he could pull back completely, holding it instead. His fingers curled around yours without thinking.

“Saw? Saw what?” The boy asked, his touch warm, heating up your chilled ones. “Nothing.” You answered to which he only gawked in response. “You don’t find it weird how there’s no zombies around here..?” You continued, reminiscing about the strange encounters. 

“Well, there was one. It died.” Arthur gently squeezed your hand, the warmth seeping into your skin. “To my gun. I killed it.” You listened on, attempting to mend pieces together. Was this zombie an outcast? Is that why it stayed? 

“Did it have any injuries?” You asked. “Yeah. A gunshot-” You interrupted before he could finish his obvious answer.  “Before you killed it.” An unimpressed look adorning your face.

“Oh.” He paused. “It was trapped under something.” Your unease deepened while Arthur only seemed to worry about the beans rather than the situation at hand. 

“Did it..try to attack you?” You inquired more as he reached for his can, resting it between his legs as he thought. “Hmm. Not really. It didn’t look at me.” He scooped a spoonful, keeping a steady hand before leaning down to have a bite. It was docile. Has something altered their brain? Had they gained consciousness? 

You exhaled slowly, frustration settling in. Arthur kept eating with one hand as the other held yours– You released the grasp on it and watched as he picked up the can instantly. You furrowed your brows at that. 

“What’s wrong?” The blond noticed your immediate change in mood, his cheeks puffed out with mouthfuls of beans. “Nothing..” Your head dipped down, eyes pressed shut to preserve energy. 

You could hear slight shuffling on the side, his presence disappeared for a moment before settling in front. “Ahh.”  You opened your eyes to find Arthur sitting near you, spoon extended as beans hovering near your mouth. His expression was soft, the corners of his eyes rounded. “Eat.” He said gently.

And despite everything, the fear, the curiosty– you leaned forward. 

It would’ve been more sensible to stick with the highway. The route on the map was drawn with vehicles in mind– wide, straight and lacking obstacles. You weighed that against the country sides. Out here, visibility was better. No corners, no blind spots between abandoned buildings. If something moved, you’d see it though if zombies were to return– you wouldn’t have the chance to survive. The choice felt clear.

The countryside houses were left in the same state of ruin as the city’s. Walls had rotted away, moss eating through what remained. Ferns and wild plants bloomed beneath broken pavement, nature reclaiming what humans once built. Rice fields lay flooded with rainwater, their muddy surfaces reflecting the sky allowing them to become a breeding ground for bacteria.

A day passed. You traveled another ten kilometers. The night before, you had reached a small rural town. Its stillness welcomed you offering a place to stay. By morning, the journey resumed.

Arthur pushed the wheelchair along the narrow path, the uneven stone rumbling beneath the wheels. It jolted you slightly, a small inconvenience paid for comfort. You sat with your arms folded, gaze fixed on the bright sky overhead, lost in thought. Bringing the wheelchair had been the right choice, the pace was quicker, and he didn’t need to stop every few hours to rest.

“This feels nice.” Arthur said suddenly, breaking the silence. His tone was light, almost peaceful, like he was taking a casual stroll through a park. “Even in an apocalypse?” You asked, tilting your head back enough to look up at him.

Ever since the zombies vanished, the world had grown eerily tranquil but there were still feelings of dread and unease. “Yeah.” He nodded, azure eyes dropping to meet yours. “You make my world better. Even if we’re in hell.” His words were effortlessly endearing, like it came naturally to him. “I guess we’re all we have.” You replied quietly, turning your gaze forward again.

Ahead, a narrow bridge crossed over a small stream. The water flowed steadily beneath it, clear as crystal despite it being murked with diseases. Arthur stopped a few feet away and locked the wheelchair in place anchoring it securely, ensuring you wouldn’t roll away.

“What are you doing?” You asked as he stepped toward the water. “Don’t drink that!” Panic edged your voice. “It’s probably infected, listen to-”

Arthur dropped to his knees. He gagged and coughed violently, his body convulsing as though he were choking. “Hey!” Your heart lurched. You scrambled out of the wheelchair, ignoring the strain as you crouched beside him. “You idiot!” Your hands grabbed his arm, trying to turn him toward you.

He coughed harshly, one hand flat against the grass while the other covered his mouth. Blond strands fell over his face, hiding his expression. “W-what did you do?” Thousands of possibilities ran through your mind and none of them were good. You could do nothing but stare in worry, your chest thumping faster than usual. “Are you choking?!”

You moved behind him, only to be stopped when his hand caught your wrist. Arthur leaned back slowly, his fringe falling into place. His eyes narrowed, not in pain, but in something unreadable. He removed his hand from his mouth and pulled out a small object from it. “Ta-da.”

A daisy. Wet, slightly crushed, coated with saliva. A proud grin spread across his face as he held it up. When you didn’t react, he gently placed it into your fingers instead.

“A flower.” He said, beaming. “To express my undying love.” You stared at it, shock draining the color from your face. The moment stretched. Slowly, your nose scrunched, lips tugging downward in disbelief. He searched the depths of his hoodie pockets before your comment halted his moves.

Arthur’s excitement faltered. His eyes flicked over your expression, confusion creeping in. “That’s not funny,” you said, voice tight. “You scared me.”

He stiffened. The brightness vanished as he hid his face behind his hair, a small pout forming. “..Sorry. I thought it’d be cute.” Guilt twisted in your chest. You reached out, brushing his hair aside, revealing his downcast eyes.

“It is cute,” You admitted softly. “Just.. not like that.” Your fingers lingered at his temple. “I was worried,” You continued, quieter. “I thought I lost you.” Arthur looked at you for a moment, then smiled, gentler this time. He took your hands and stood, pulling you up with him. “Don’t worry, I won’t die that easily.”

Your earlier anxiety slowly faded at his promise. You limped back to the wheelchair and sank into the seat. Arthur followed, gently lifting your right hand before slipping something light around your finger.

A thin green thread carefully crafted was looped around your ring finger with a small white flower held at its center. You stared at it, momentarily speechless. Arthur brought your hand to his lips and pressed a soft peck to your knuckles, truly resembling an action of a Knight. “When did you even make this?” You asked, turning your hand slightly to admire the makeshift ring. “Last night, when you were asleep.”

He stepped behind the wheelchair, released the stopper, and gently turned it back toward the road ahead.You looked down at the flower once more before lifting your gaze. “Thank you.”

A few days passed, and at last, you reached your destination. Hoshino Village.

Dried leaves were scattered across the entrance road, branches of trees stood naked without greenery. A contrast from the lush scenery seen in the city. Dark, heavy blood stained the ground in irregular patterns, too old to smell but too bright to ignore. A wooden sign hung crooked at the village gate, its rope frayed as the board groaned softly each time the wind brushed past it.

The houses stood hollow and stripped of life, doors left ajar or torn from their hinges, windows were smashed and shattered, shards of glass laid on the patio. Inside, you caught glimpses of overturned furniture and scattered belongings.

The air felt heavy and stagnant as clouds covered over the sky, dulling the sunlight until everything was washed in muted gray. “The pond’s somewhere along here…” you murmured, Arthur pushed along the paths behind you. His eyes scanning the abandoned homes, a feeling of suspicion creeping up as his ponytail perked up in alert. He stopped in his tracks , the wheelchair came to a halt as its wheels dug into the ground below. The atmosphere shifted when you came here like you've stepped into a different dimension.

“Something’s off.” Arthur’s fingers tightened briefly around the wheelchair’s handles before he forced them to relax. “You noticed it too?” You asked, glancing back at his hooded figure. “Noticed what?” His confusion was genuine, and you let out a quiet sigh. “The air.” You said. “Didn’t you feel it shift?”

You tried to stand, but firm hands pressed you back down. His palms settled on your shoulders, soft and steady. “Your ankle isn’t healed yet.” He shook his head, dismissing the thought of atmosphere entirely. Then his voice dropped, low and quiet. “We’re being followed.” 

Your lips parted. A cold thread slipped down your spine. “What..?” You murmured, resisting the urge to turn around. You fixed your gaze ahead as he continued pushing the chair along the dirt path, his steps haste.

“We’re marked.” Arthur whispered. “It marked us the moment we entered the village.” He turned sharply at a corner and stopped beside a collapsed house. Before you could speak, he picked you up into his arms.  The blond stared upward, eyes locked onto the muddied sky as though something unseen was visible in the clouds. “What are you.. looking at.?” Your voice trembled despite your effort, you couldn’t see what he was looking at.

“S-should we leave?” You asked. “Nope.” He said quietly. “It’s too late.” He stepped inside the house, the door creaking softly behind you. The interior was clustered with dust, shelves knocked over in hurry while wallpapers peeled apart. “You said we’re being-”

“It’s not a human.” He cut in. “It’s.. something else.” He paced through the rooms, peeking into the corners. Your thoughts spiraled. Could it be a spirit.? How dangerous was it to the point, you couldn’t make an escape.? 

Arthur stopped behind a fallen bookcase, its frame large enough to hide the two of you. He set you down gently and crouched beside you. “Do you trust me?” He asked. Do you trust him? Who else if not him? “I do.”

He sat close, one hand slipping into his pocket while the other found yours, fingers lacing together. Minutes passed in silence, the anticipation was eating you alive. Then, Footsteps.

Sounds of feet being dragged on the dirt path followed as low vibrations of guttural moans filled the atmosphere. Your breathing quickened, shallow and uneven as your heart pounded against your ribs. Arthur felt it immediately, the way your fingers locked around his, nails digging into the flesh of his palm like you were afraid he might disappear if you let go. He didn’t pull away. Instead, he pulled you closer– his arm firm around your shoulders while his hand stroked the back of your head.

Seven minutes of relentless movement of listening to the dead rush by the village. Arthur never stopped holding you, when your breathing hitched, his arm tightened slightly. When your grip grew painful, he endured it. 

The sudden silence was jarring. Your thoughts flooded in all at once, the mystery being revealed piece by piece. The empty streets. The lack of zombies and the single one trapped days ago. They hadn’t vanished. They had migrated. All of them.

Every zombie near Fukuoka had been lured toward this place. Lured. Hoshino Village wasn’t empty with nothing– it was harbouring the undead.

“How did you know we were being followed.?” You spoke up after minutes of silence, the question was no louder than a whisper afraid they’d hear the vibrations. “I don’t know.” Arthur answered, his voice muffled by ringing in your ear. “The zombies are all gathered here..” You continued as your fingers massaged your temple in an attempt to ease the sudden ache. 

“We need to leave.” You made an effort to stand, using the deteriorated walls as a support. “What about the pound.?” The blond asked, following behind as you limped toward the entrance. “Forget about it, we're leaving where they came from.” Your pace quickened with intention to leave the home, Arthur hurried over to grab hold of your wrist. “It’s not safe out there, stay near me.” He pulled you closer, you were out in the light while he stayed in the dark. 

“The wheelchair?” You asked, a worried expression painting your face. “I’ll carry you.” The blond stepped back into the shadows, his hand moving from your wrist to hold yours when a sharp piercing sound rang through the empty home. You froze on the spot , body seizing as a pair of teeth sunk into your neck. The force bit down hard, your voice didn’t come instead you squeezed his hands. Arthur stared in despair, he raised his gun to where the creature stood, the barrel aimed at its forehead before he fired. His azure eyes watched as the zombie fell backwards with a thud, his lips parted in disbelief, a shadow voided the light in his eyes.

“Did..” Arthur checked the bite mark, blood was oozing out from the wound. “Y-you got bitten..” He choked out, hands trembling as if convincing himself this was all a bad dream. His usual calmness now replaced by terror, his fingers hesitant to reach out. 

“I-is it bad!? I..I-” You forced a deep breath in, inhaling and exhaling as the strain began to form in your neck. The blond didn’t answer, instead he threw your body over his shoulders before heading to the back exit. “I-it’ll be fine okay?” 

Arthur slammed the door open, the force causing its wood to splinter in half. The blood in your head pooled at the bottom causing difficulty in breathing. Your eyes started to water, swelling up with tears threatening to spill– the thought of your future, the thought of dying and the thought of leaving him occupied your mind, tears flowed without realizing as your body shook in pain. “Princess? Hey.” The blond coursed through the rough terrain, he opted for the messy forest rather than the village path. Arthur couldn’t get the words out before you broke down in tears. 

“I-I’m gonna die!” You weeped, tears falling to the ground below as he hurried out of the forest– following where his mind leads. “Says who? Not on my watch.” He tried assuring you wouldn’t have the same fate as them but there was no point in lying when you both knew the outcome so well. “I’ll save you-” The blond’s boots made contact with the muddy paths of the forest, everywhere he looked it was full of leaves and trees. 

“I’ll find the antidote and save you..” It felt like he was saying that to himself rather than you. “I promise.” His tone became quieter, softer as the realization settled in. How was he supposed to find the cure? 

“Just kill me!” You cried from behind him, your voice cracking apart between sobs. “You can’t find the antidote, you won’t find it!” Your words echoed through the space, getting absorbed by the plants around. The sound of your crying was the only thing Arthur could hear, and it made his chest tighten painfully.

“I’m not killing you!” His expression was sorrowful, jaw clenched tight as dread flickered behind his eyes. “I’m not killing you, okay?”

“Why?” You choked out, your hands trembling at your sides. “I’m going to be a liability for you. I’ll just slow you down..”

His arm around you tightened. “You’re not one.” He said firmly. “So don’t call yourself that.”

“I’m going to turn in a few days!” Your voice cracked, panic spilling over. “Just end it early for me, please!” You pleaded in desperation. “Then I’ll die with you–” The blond cut in.

“No!” You shouted immediately, horror flashing across your face. “Absolutely not!” 

“Why should a lowly knight live on when the princess dies?!” Arthur shot back, emotion bleeding through his usual stoic expressions.

“Because she wants him to!” You sobbed, tears streaking down your face. His breath hitched. “It’s not your turn to die yet…”

The blond ran through the forest, trying his hardest to find an exit. “Please,” You whispered. “Don’t die, please live.” You begged.

“I-I still have a few more days as a human..” You could feel pulses on your neck as if it had a heart of its own, the pain traveling up to your neurons causing intense headaches.

“When I convert.. Don't hesitate to kill me.” Arthur kept quiet, his steps slowed. “Damn it.” The words tasted bitter, final. “That’s your last mission as my knight.” His shoulders slumped, like the weight of the world had finally settled on them before he came to a stop.

“Then.. I’ll be with you till death.”

The train tracks were overgrown with vines and ferns, tall towering grass covered the surface of the rails presenting itself as a garden rather than a railway station. It's been two days since you've gotten infected and the symptoms were starting to show. Your skin was cold to the touch and whenever you moved, you felt exhausted like you couldn't breathe properly. 

Arthur walked along you, stepping through the rocky ground below while you strolled on the platform above. His hand held yours as he guided you, the tip of his fingers twined with yours, taking slow measured steps to accommodate yours. 

The end of the platform approached, its stairs descending down from solid concrete, rock and tuff fading into a healthy green. “I think I see a flower field over there!” You spoke out excitedly, in the horizon– you could see a green field littered with small dots of tiny flowers. 

“Where? I can’t see.” Arthur glanced to where you pointed, a confused expression dawned on him as he looked ahead. “Let’s go there!” You hurried your pace though limping every step. 

“Stop.” He stood in front of you with his palm held out. “You may not proceed yet.” He held his head high up, azure eyes staring into yours with a defiant gaze. “EeeEh?!” You yelped in surprise, a hand reaching up to cover your mouth. 

“Do you not see that furious dragon?” Arthur pointed to the ground below where a small lizard laid beneath the pasture. “Very furious.. I think it’d be more furious if it woke up!” Your gaze rested on the reptile, it seemed to be actually sleeping. “That’s right! Let the Knight King handle it!” He declared triumphantly, marching over to the tiny animal before moving it deeper into the grass. 

“Boss Defeated. The princess may pass now.” The boy brushed a hand through his hand flipping it aside heroically. “So strong..” You let out an exaggerated gasp, eyes widening a fraction before dragging him along with you. 

Another day passed. The fever worsened, leaving you weak but lucid enough to walk when supported. Your skin became paler, more duller and colder than before. The veins on your hands were prominent, your speech became slurred– ensure of what to come.

The countryside had softened overnight, morning dew clinging low to the fields. Arthur guided you through a garden with wildflowers, his arm firm around your waist in case you stumbled.

You stopped suddenly. “Look..” You said, staring ahead. He followed your gaze. The field opened wide, petals scattered across the grass in a round frame.“It ..looks like a ballroom..” you said quietly. He blinked then smiled.  “Then dance with me,” He said, turning to face you.

You hesitated, just long enough to portray his fear before stepping forward. One hand settled at your back, the other lifting yours gently. His touch was professional, almost reverent, like he learned it in his past life.

“You’re..supposed to lead.” You murmured. “I am.” He replied softly. “I’m just.. taking my time.” The grass folded beneath your feet, petals brushing your ankles as you moved in a silent rhythm. “You’re really.. cold.” He said under his breath. You smiled sorrowfully. “Yeah..”

He tightened his grip just slightly, as if refusing the thought. When you stumbled, he caught you within seconds. “You’re ..staring.” You pointed out. “I’m memorizing.” Arthur answered. Memorizing your smile before he forgets all about it one day.

Your foot tripped his again and you both went down into the flowers. “ack!-” he sputtered, landing on the ground with a thud. You fell to your knees, wincing in pain as the grass brushed up against the skin. “..I wish I had a polaroid of you.” The boy confessed, his eyes staring up into the sky, the corners softening into something softer. “..you..can have my necklace.” you sat beside his laying figure on the ground, hands reaching back to unclip the lock of your jewellery. “It’s..a bit..girlish.” “Hell. I don’t care for that.” 

“I’d wear a dress if you asked me to.” 

One more day passed. The symptoms were getting worse. Your iris were clouded, bluish purple bruises started appearing all over your body and you could barely move. 

Arthur sat beside you with his hand around your loosely held one, you stared into the sky above– the stars were brighter than before twinkling as constellations shown on the dark canvas. You were seated on a wooden bench built somewhere along a hiking path, tall fences now rotted guarded the edge of the cliff ensuring people wouldn’t fall off. 

“The moon is beautiful isn’t it.?” The boy spoke up, his eyes a duller color than the days before though never losing its spark. You blinked. You tried to respond but only a few desperate growls came out. Your touch was beyond cold as though you’ve already rotted away. 

Arthur closed his eyes, blackness enveloping his vision before opening to the night sky. “You have cute growls.” He mustered up a laugh though it sounded forced. 

“Can you look at me?” You turned your head to the side, a loud crack slicing through the quiet as you stared at him. Arthur returned your gaze with an awkward expression before his hands came up to hold the sides of your face. He leaned in and kissed the crown of your head, his fingers gently squeezing your cheeks. “Don’t bite me okay?” The blond quickly kissed you on the lips before pulling away. 

The last day arrived, and you had lost full consciousness of the body you once had. You were tied tightly to a tree, a thick twig muzzled between your teeth. Arthur stared down at your restrained figure, guilt tugging relentlessly at his heart.

You were in the same state as the lone zombie he had seen a week before—avoiding, docile.

Your gloomy eyes gazed straight ahead as if there was something pulling you in. “What’s got you so interested?” The blond looked to where you stared– it was the same direction as where the Hoshino village was located. He raised a brow in confusion. His attention shifted back to you, then to the village again, and back to you once more.

“What are you looking at princess.?” He crouched beside you, fingers slipping between the knots before undoing them. Stepping back, he watched as you stumbled to your feet, taking slow, limping steps toward Hoshino.

“Farewell.” Arthur raised his gun, the barrel aimed at your head. His finger tightened around the trigger.

Where were you headed? What was your mission? Would you be happy if you were dead.? The shot rang out into the sky. Arthur let the gun fall from his hand, metal hitting the ground as you continued forward.

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A small frown tugged at the corners of Kid's mouth as he stared down at the tablets. Whatever they were, they clearly weren't making this any easier. He'd have to look through your records later. He wasn't a doctor, far from that but patient files had to contain something. Prescription names, dosage information, anything that'd explain what they were giving you. After a moment of thought, he reached toward the tray. 

“May I help you with these.?” He asked, amber eyes flickering to yours briefly before settling on the pills once more. You paused in wonder. How exactly was he planning to help? Crush them into powder? Dissolve them into water? You weren't entirely sure yourself.

Still, the offer was oddly comforting. The room had been empty for so long that simply having someone sit beside you made the hours feel less unbearable. “Sure.” The answer came steadily. 

Kid gave a small nod at your response, pulling the glass a little closer as he inspected the tablets with renewed focus. “Your throat isn’t hurting right?” He inquired, pulling the tray a little closer to the edge of your bed. You lifted a hand to your neck, fingers lightly tracing over the skin. There was no soreness. No discomfort. After a moment, you gave a slow nod.

“I'm assuming you can swallow then.” Most of the medication consisted of capsules, making things considerably easier than they could've been. Kid picked up a few of them, the smooth cylindrical pills resting securely between his fingers as he examined them briefly.

“Ah.” His lips parted slightly and he stuck his tongue out. The gesture caught you off guard. For a second, you simply stared. 

He leaned closer as a hand rested against the bed, supporting his weight as the mattress dipped noticeably beneath him. Kid’s expression blended into the dimmed lighting, softening the sharpness of his features– casting gentle shadows beneath his lashes and along the bridge of his nose. 

His amber eyes, dulled by the cold light, remained fixed on you with quiet concentration. Your gaze remained on him a second too long and it was only then that realization seemed to seep in.

Kid's eyes widened almost imperceptibly before he slowly closed his mouth. A soft flush flashed across his cheeks, dusting the bridge of his nose in pink. His lips parted slightly, opening and closing once without a sound before he mouthed a quiet apology.

He hastily placed the capsules into your palm instead, careful not to let his fingers linger against yours. The confidence he'd carried moments ago had completely vanished.

The male leaned back so quickly the mattress rose beneath him, one hand immediately reaching up to rub the back of his neck. His head dipped as dark strands slipped over his eyes, shielding the growing redness on his face. Avoiding your gaze entirely, he reached for the glass of water.

He looked flustered. It was strangely endearing. Without realizing it, the corners of your lips lifted into the first genuine smile since he'd stepped into the room. 

You pushed yourself upright, the effort alone drawing a quiet breath from your lips. The capsules remained cradled in your palm before placing them onto your tongue all at once. 

Kid said nothing. From the corner of his eye, he watched in silence, the rosy tint on his cheeks gradually fading as he extended the glass toward you. His fingers remained wrapped around it until you had a secure hold, careful not to rush you.

You took a small sip– the cool water washed the capsules down, your throat bobbing gently as you swallowed. His gaze lingered for another second, only looking away after seeing the medication go down without difficulty.

The remaining tablets were dry ones. You placed them onto your tongue, immediately grimacing as the bitter coating began to dissolve. A faint medicinal taste lingered in your mouth as you hurriedly took another sip, washing away the after taste.

Kid finally lifted his gaze to meet yours– the blush that had dusted his cheeks moments ago had been replaced by a small, almost hesitant smile. "I'll.. have to go now." At those words, your head tilted slightly. He was leaving already?

The room suddenly felt quieter than before. You hadn't known him for long. Barely an hour hence his departure shouldn't have mattered. Yet, the corners of your smile fell ever so slightly. It was a tiny change, almost impossible to notice but he did and his smile faltered.

Being a Grim Reaper was never meant to be easy. Empathy only made the job harder for the shinigami. He'd witnessed countless deaths, watched souls depart off the mortal realm and learned to keep an appropriate distance from those who’re destined to pass. It had never been simple, still Kid managed to overcome every death. 

Why was this case any different? Why did leaving this room feel strangely difficult?

His fingers curled faintly at his sides before relaxing again. Professionalism came first. It always had and it always should. "I'll come visit you tomorrow." He said after a brief pause, the warmth returning to his expression. "I promise."

With one last smile, Kid turned toward the door. The handle clicked softly beneath his hand and a moment later, he was gone. The room returned to its familiar silence, leaving behind only the steady rhythm of the air conditioning.

The flower rests quietly on the table beside your bed. 

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The rest of the day passed by at a slow pace. Nurses came and went through the room, checking your vitals, replaced medications and disappeared back into the busy hallways. Outside your door, footsteps echoed endlessly against the floors. Before long, night time came.

The room grew darker, illuminated only by the pale glow of lights spilling through the gap beneath the door. Yet the hospital never quieted down as the building remained alive. You stared absentmindedly at the ceiling. Family friend. He said. Why couldn't you remember him? The more you thought about it, the stranger it seemed. Eventually, you fell into a deep slumber.

Morning arrived quietly. Unlike yesterday, the room no longer felt cold. A gentle warmth lingered in the air as sunlight cast on your eyelids, the brightness forcing you awake. The rhythmic beeping of the monitor remained unchanged, though another sound soon joined.

The soft scrape of furniture across the floor made your lashes fluttered open. The curtains had been drawn back, revealing a cloudy morning sky. "I hope I didn't wake you up.." A familiar voice spoke from the corner of the room.

Your gaze followed it, landing on Kid as he carefully nudged a small table closer to the window. Catching your stare, he paused mid motion, an apologetic smile tugging at his lips. Kid cleared his throat awkwardly before finishing what he'd been doing, positioning the table to his liking.

"I did wake you up, didn't I?" He let out a small, embarrassed breath. "Sorry." Leaving the table behind, he made his way over to your bedside. He looked different today– wearing a plain black shirt with a pair of navy jeans. The darker colors suited him surprisingly well, making his amber eyes seem brighter than before.

"Good morning." A gentle smile made its way to his face. Without the dim hospital lighting concealing him, you could finally make out his features properly. His eyes held the same color as honey in spring as his lips wore a natural pale, contrasting with the faint warmth resting across his cheeks. "I thought I'd visit a little earlier today."

Kid settled into the chair beside your bed, smoothing his shirt absentmindedly before resting both hands neatly on his lap. "Did you sleep well?" You shifted beneath the blankets, eyes absentmindedly wandering toward the bedside table.

There, sitting neatly in the center was a small glass vase. Two new flowers were added– their petals fresh and vibrant against the dull whites and grays of the hospital room. "It's a gift." Kid said, noticing where your eyes had wandered. Your gaze lingered on the floral for another moment before returning to him.

"Thank you." The smile on his face softened just a little more.

To be continued

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Taglist: @kcupid

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A small frown tugged at the corners of Kid's mouth as he stared down at the tablets. Whatever they were, they clearly weren't making this any easier. He'd have to look through your records later. He wasn't a doctor, far from that but patient files had to contain something. Prescription names, dosage information, anything that'd explain what they were giving you. After a moment of thought, he reached toward the tray. 

“May I help you with these.?” He asked, amber eyes flickering to yours briefly before settling on the pills once more. You paused in wonder. How exactly was he planning to help? Crush them into powder? Dissolve them into water? You weren't entirely sure yourself.

Still, the offer was oddly comforting. The room had been empty for so long that simply having someone sit beside you made the hours feel less unbearable. “Sure.” The answer came steadily. 

Kid gave a small nod at your response, pulling the glass a little closer as he inspected the tablets with renewed focus. “Your throat isn’t hurting right?” He inquired, pulling the tray a little closer to the edge of your bed. You lifted a hand to your neck, fingers lightly tracing over the skin. There was no soreness. No discomfort. After a moment, you gave a slow nod.

“I'm assuming you can swallow then.” Most of the medication consisted of capsules, making things considerably easier than they could've been. Kid picked up a few of them, the smooth cylindrical pills resting securely between his fingers as he examined them briefly.

“Ah.” His lips parted slightly and he stuck his tongue out. The gesture caught you off guard. For a second, you simply stared. 

He leaned closer as a hand rested against the bed, supporting his weight as the mattress dipped noticeably beneath him. Kid’s expression blended into the dimmed lighting, softening the sharpness of his features– casting gentle shadows beneath his lashes and along the bridge of his nose. 

His amber eyes, dulled by the cold light, remained fixed on you with quiet concentration. Your gaze remained on him a second too long and it was only then that realization seemed to seep in.

Kid's eyes widened almost imperceptibly before he slowly closed his mouth. A soft flush flashed across his cheeks, dusting the bridge of his nose in pink. His lips parted slightly, opening and closing once without a sound before he mouthed a quiet apology.

He hastily placed the capsules into your palm instead, careful not to let his fingers linger against yours. The confidence he'd carried moments ago had completely vanished.

The male leaned back so quickly the mattress rose beneath him, one hand immediately reaching up to rub the back of his neck. His head dipped as dark strands slipped over his eyes, shielding the growing redness on his face. Avoiding your gaze entirely, he reached for the glass of water.

He looked flustered. It was strangely endearing. Without realizing it, the corners of your lips lifted into the first genuine smile since he'd stepped into the room. 

You pushed yourself upright, the effort alone drawing a quiet breath from your lips. The capsules remained cradled in your palm before placing them onto your tongue all at once. 

Kid said nothing. From the corner of his eye, he watched in silence, the rosy tint on his cheeks gradually fading as he extended the glass toward you. His fingers remained wrapped around it until you had a secure hold, careful not to rush you.

You took a small sip– the cool water washed the capsules down, your throat bobbing gently as you swallowed. His gaze lingered for another second, only looking away after seeing the medication go down without difficulty.

The remaining tablets were dry ones. You placed them onto your tongue, immediately grimacing as the bitter coating began to dissolve. A faint medicinal taste lingered in your mouth as you hurriedly took another sip, washing away the after taste.

Kid finally lifted his gaze to meet yours– the blush that had dusted his cheeks moments ago had been replaced by a small, almost hesitant smile. "I'll.. have to go now." At those words, your head tilted slightly. He was leaving already?

The room suddenly felt quieter than before. You hadn't known him for long. Barely an hour hence his departure shouldn't have mattered. Yet, the corners of your smile fell ever so slightly. It was a tiny change, almost impossible to notice but he did and his smile faltered.

Being a Grim Reaper was never meant to be easy. Empathy only made the job harder for the shinigami. He'd witnessed countless deaths, watched souls depart off the mortal realm and learned to keep an appropriate distance from those who’re destined to pass. It had never been simple, still Kid managed to overcome every death. 

Why was this case any different? Why did leaving this room feel strangely difficult?

His fingers curled faintly at his sides before relaxing again. Professionalism came first. It always had and it always should. "I'll come visit you tomorrow." He said after a brief pause, the warmth returning to his expression. "I promise."

With one last smile, Kid turned toward the door. The handle clicked softly beneath his hand and a moment later, he was gone. The room returned to its familiar silence, leaving behind only the steady rhythm of the air conditioning.

The flower rests quietly on the table beside your bed. 

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The rest of the day passed by at a slow pace. Nurses came and went through the room, checking your vitals, replaced medications and disappeared back into the busy hallways. Outside your door, footsteps echoed endlessly against the floors. Before long, night time came.

The room grew darker, illuminated only by the pale glow of lights spilling through the gap beneath the door. Yet the hospital never quieted down as the building remained alive. You stared absentmindedly at the ceiling. Family friend. He said. Why couldn't you remember him? The more you thought about it, the stranger it seemed. Eventually, you fell into a deep slumber.

Morning arrived quietly. Unlike yesterday, the room no longer felt cold. A gentle warmth lingered in the air as sunlight cast on your eyelids, the brightness forcing you awake. The rhythmic beeping of the monitor remained unchanged, though another sound soon joined.

The soft scrape of furniture across the floor made your lashes fluttered open. The curtains had been drawn back, revealing a cloudy morning sky. "I hope I didn't wake you up.." A familiar voice spoke from the corner of the room.

Your gaze followed it, landing on Kid as he carefully nudged a small table closer to the window. Catching your stare, he paused mid motion, an apologetic smile tugging at his lips. Kid cleared his throat awkwardly before finishing what he'd been doing, positioning the table to his liking.

"I did wake you up, didn't I?" He let out a small, embarrassed breath. "Sorry." Leaving the table behind, he made his way over to your bedside. He looked different today– wearing a plain black shirt with a pair of navy jeans. The darker colors suited him surprisingly well, making his amber eyes seem brighter than before.

"Good morning." A gentle smile made its way to his face. Without the dim hospital lighting concealing him, you could finally make out his features properly. His eyes held the same color as honey in spring as his lips wore a natural pale, contrasting with the faint warmth resting across his cheeks. "I thought I'd visit a little earlier today."

Kid settled into the chair beside your bed, smoothing his shirt absentmindedly before resting both hands neatly on his lap. "Did you sleep well?" You shifted beneath the blankets, eyes absentmindedly wandering toward the bedside table.

There, sitting neatly in the center was a small glass vase. Two new flowers were added– their petals fresh and vibrant against the dull whites and grays of the hospital room. "It's a gift." Kid said, noticing where your eyes had wandered. Your gaze lingered on the floral for another moment before returning to him.

"Thank you." The smile on his face softened just a little more.

To be continued

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Taglist: @kcupid

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A small frown tugged at the corners of Kid's mouth as he stared down at the tablets. Whatever they were, they clearly weren't making this any easier. He'd have to look through your records later. He wasn't a doctor, far from that but patient files had to contain something. Prescription names, dosage information, anything that'd explain what they were giving you. After a moment of thought, he reached toward the tray. 

“May I help you with these.?” He asked, amber eyes flickering to yours briefly before settling on the pills once more. You paused in wonder. How exactly was he planning to help? Crush them into powder? Dissolve them into water? You weren't entirely sure yourself.

Still, the offer was oddly comforting. The room had been empty for so long that simply having someone sit beside you made the hours feel less unbearable. “Sure.” The answer came steadily. 

Kid gave a small nod at your response, pulling the glass a little closer as he inspected the tablets with renewed focus. “Your throat isn’t hurting right?” He inquired, pulling the tray a little closer to the edge of your bed. You lifted a hand to your neck, fingers lightly tracing over the skin. There was no soreness. No discomfort. After a moment, you gave a slow nod.

“I'm assuming you can swallow then.” Most of the medication consisted of capsules, making things considerably easier than they could've been. Kid picked up a few of them, the smooth cylindrical pills resting securely between his fingers as he examined them briefly.

“Ah.” His lips parted slightly and he stuck his tongue out. The gesture caught you off guard. For a second, you simply stared. 

He leaned closer as a hand rested against the bed, supporting his weight as the mattress dipped noticeably beneath him. Kid’s expression blended into the dimmed lighting, softening the sharpness of his features– casting gentle shadows beneath his lashes and along the bridge of his nose. 

His amber eyes, dulled by the cold light, remained fixed on you with quiet concentration. Your gaze remained on him a second too long and it was only then that realization seemed to seep in.

Kid's eyes widened almost imperceptibly before he slowly closed his mouth. A soft flush flashed across his cheeks, dusting the bridge of his nose in pink. His lips parted slightly, opening and closing once without a sound before he mouthed a quiet apology.

He hastily placed the capsules into your palm instead, careful not to let his fingers linger against yours. The confidence he'd carried moments ago had completely vanished.

The male leaned back so quickly the mattress rose beneath him, one hand immediately reaching up to rub the back of his neck. His head dipped as dark strands slipped over his eyes, shielding the growing redness on his face. Avoiding your gaze entirely, he reached for the glass of water.

He looked flustered. It was strangely endearing. Without realizing it, the corners of your lips lifted into the first genuine smile since he'd stepped into the room. 

You pushed yourself upright, the effort alone drawing a quiet breath from your lips. The capsules remained cradled in your palm before placing them onto your tongue all at once. 

Kid said nothing. From the corner of his eye, he watched in silence, the rosy tint on his cheeks gradually fading as he extended the glass toward you. His fingers remained wrapped around it until you had a secure hold, careful not to rush you.

You took a small sip– the cool water washed the capsules down, your throat bobbing gently as you swallowed. His gaze lingered for another second, only looking away after seeing the medication go down without difficulty.

The remaining tablets were dry ones. You placed them onto your tongue, immediately grimacing as the bitter coating began to dissolve. A faint medicinal taste lingered in your mouth as you hurriedly took another sip, washing away the after taste.

Kid finally lifted his gaze to meet yours– the blush that had dusted his cheeks moments ago had been replaced by a small, almost hesitant smile. "I'll.. have to go now." At those words, your head tilted slightly. He was leaving already?

The room suddenly felt quieter than before. You hadn't known him for long. Barely an hour hence his departure shouldn't have mattered. Yet, the corners of your smile fell ever so slightly. It was a tiny change, almost impossible to notice but he did and his smile faltered.

Being a Grim Reaper was never meant to be easy. Empathy only made the job harder for the shinigami. He'd witnessed countless deaths, watched souls depart off the mortal realm and learned to keep an appropriate distance from those who’re destined to pass. It had never been simple, still Kid managed to overcome every death. 

Why was this case any different? Why did leaving this room feel strangely difficult?

His fingers curled faintly at his sides before relaxing again. Professionalism came first. It always had and it always should. "I'll come visit you tomorrow." He said after a brief pause, the warmth returning to his expression. "I promise."

With one last smile, Kid turned toward the door. The handle clicked softly beneath his hand and a moment later, he was gone. The room returned to its familiar silence, leaving behind only the steady rhythm of the air conditioning.

The flower rests quietly on the table beside your bed. 

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The rest of the day passed by at a slow pace. Nurses came and went through the room, checking your vitals, replaced medications and disappeared back into the busy hallways. Outside your door, footsteps echoed endlessly against the floors. Before long, night time came.

The room grew darker, illuminated only by the pale glow of lights spilling through the gap beneath the door. Yet the hospital never quieted down as the building remained alive. You stared absentmindedly at the ceiling. Family friend. He said. Why couldn't you remember him? The more you thought about it, the stranger it seemed. Eventually, you fell into a deep slumber.

Morning arrived quietly. Unlike yesterday, the room no longer felt cold. A gentle warmth lingered in the air as sunlight cast on your eyelids, the brightness forcing you awake. The rhythmic beeping of the monitor remained unchanged, though another sound soon joined.

The soft scrape of furniture across the floor made your lashes fluttered open. The curtains had been drawn back, revealing a cloudy morning sky. "I hope I didn't wake you up.." A familiar voice spoke from the corner of the room.

Your gaze followed it, landing on Kid as he carefully nudged a small table closer to the window. Catching your stare, he paused mid motion, an apologetic smile tugging at his lips. Kid cleared his throat awkwardly before finishing what he'd been doing, positioning the table to his liking.

"I did wake you up, didn't I?" He let out a small, embarrassed breath. "Sorry." Leaving the table behind, he made his way over to your bedside. He looked different today– wearing a plain black shirt with a pair of navy jeans. The darker colors suited him surprisingly well, making his amber eyes seem brighter than before.

"Good morning." A gentle smile made its way to his face. Without the dim hospital lighting concealing him, you could finally make out his features properly. His eyes held the same color as honey in spring as his lips wore a natural pale, contrasting with the faint warmth resting across his cheeks. "I thought I'd visit a little earlier today."

Kid settled into the chair beside your bed, smoothing his shirt absentmindedly before resting both hands neatly on his lap. "Did you sleep well?" You shifted beneath the blankets, eyes absentmindedly wandering toward the bedside table.

There, sitting neatly in the center was a small glass vase. Two new flowers were added– their petals fresh and vibrant against the dull whites and grays of the hospital room. "It's a gift." Kid said, noticing where your eyes had wandered. Your gaze lingered on the floral for another moment before returning to him.

"Thank you." The smile on his face softened just a little more.

To be continued

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You lay beneath the heavy blankets, its weight pushing you deep in the mattress as an IV drip stood beside the bed, the needle lodged uncomfortably into your vein– with every slight shift you could feel it course further down. The steady beep of the heart monitor echoed faintly in the room, slow and consistent. A sign you were still strung to life.

Your eyes stung like they’d been forced open for far too long. Lashes fluttering sluggishly as they struggled to keep apart before darkness swallowed your vision. It wouldn’t hurt to rest for a while. Arms laid limp at your sides, too heavy to lift like they didn’t quite belong to you anymore. Even the smallest movement drained what little energy you had, exhaustion creeping in immediately after.

The door to your room creaked open, the sound barely audible as soft footsteps entered. They were careful like whoever it was didn’t want to disturb your rest. After a moment, the person stopped at your bedside, their presence lingering yet strangely restrained.

You assumed it was a nurse. They came and went but then a voice spoke amidst the quiet. “Are you feeling well?” The voice belonged to a young male.

Your eyes slowly peeled open, heavy and reluctant as your gaze shifted toward the figure standing beside you. Amber eyes met yours, sharp even in the dim light. Dark strands of hair framed his face as white highlights tainted half his head. His skin, pale against the dullness of the room– making his eyes stand out even more. The individual didn’t look like medical staff and you didn't bother to ask, deciding it was better to reserve your energy rather than satisfying your curiosity 

The ravenette wore a simple turtleneck paired with a gray jacket which was parted neatly over it. In his hand, he held a single flower. Yellow. The same shade as his eyes.

You responded with still silence to his question which he caught on. “..My apologies.” He said after a beat, clearing his throat lightly. “It seems that I have.. forgotten to introduce myself” The male placed the flower gently on the table beside your bed, the faintest smile touching his lips.

“My name is Kid.” At the introduction, you paused. What kind of name was that.? Slowly, you parted your lips to speak. “Kid..who?” For a moment, there was silence then a quiet chuckle slipped past him, something sly tugging at the corners of his mouth. “Why? Looking to take my last name?” A half smirk tugged the corners of his mouth into a sharper smile though your lack of reaction was enough to ease it into a fainter curve. “My last name’s..Kirk” 

There were no signs of dishonesty in the way he answered yet something felt freakishly off– like there were lies present in the present. Your curiosity didn’t fade as you inquired more. “Why are you here?” Kid let out a soft hum, his expression faltering for just a second before his gaze returned to you. “I ..should’ve begun with that.” Why didn’t he plan ahead? This was unprofessional.

“I’m here on behalf of your.. family.” The ravenette let the silence settle for a moment before speaking again. “I’m a friend of theirs.” You hummed softly at that, the tension in your body easing just a little. It did make sense. Enough for you not to question it further.

Kid took a seat on the chair beside your bed, movements controlled as he adjusted himself. His back stayed straight, hands resting neatly on his knees. “Now that I’ve answered your question.” He continued, tilting his head slightly as amber eyes steadied on you. “It’s your turn to answer mine.”

His voice didn’t change much but there was something sharper beneath it. “How are you doing?” The question lingered. “I.. don’t know.” Your answer came out quieter than you intended.

Everything felt unclear. The doctors spoke in hush voices, nurses stayed no longer than checkups and no one told you anything. Did you feel okay? You couldn’t even answer that.

Kid didn’t react– not even a flicker of surprise. If anything, it was like he’d expected it. “..That would make sense.” He murmured, gaze drifting briefly toward the documents resting nearby. “Considering what they’ve been giving you.”

Your brows pulled together faintly. “What they’ve given me?” You repeated the words as confusion settled in. Medicine was what he meant, right? You tried to follow where his eyes rested but before you could, they returned to yours– pulling your attention back to him.

He leaned forward slightly, reaching for the stack of reports. Papers rustled against each other as he skimmed through the contents. The most recent page was dated a week ago– lines scribbled in short sentences though they provided no clearance.

“I was referring to painkillers.” The male said simply, not entirely true but convincing enough. He closed the file and set it down again– this time farther from your reach before sitting back into his seat like nothing had happened. 

He drew in a breath to speak but the door opened again. A nurse stepped in quietly, closing it with a soft click behind her. Her movements were calm as she walked over without sparing a glance at the unfamiliar figure in the room.

“Good evening.” She greeted with a gentle smile though it didn’t quite reach her hollow eyes, sparks of light were deprived from the irises, reflecting an empty soul beneath. The woman placed a small set of pills onto the tray beside you, followed by a glass of water. The faint clink of the material against metal echoed briefly before she turned and left just as quietly as she came.

The room fell silent again and both of you looked at the tablets. Kid’s gaze lingered on them longer than it should have. For a moment, something unreadable crossed his face– the thought flickered through his mind, forbidden yet persistent.

He could intervene considering his title and power but he wouldn’t. Never once, never will. Kid stood, stepping closer to the tray before pausing in front of it. “Are you able to swallow?” he asked, voice quieter now.

You shook your head and a brief pause followed. “..Do you have to take them now?” You nodded to his question, watching as his brows knit slightly– then came another question. “Shouldn’t you eat first?”

“I can’t eat solid food.” He blinked, slowly nodding along with your words before a suggestion came up. “Then liquid?”

“I don’t know about that.” Kid stared at you for a second, clearly trying to piece together the situation at hand. He didn’t know what they were but he did have a feeling the purpose they served. If the pills were meant to ease your condition, make you feel better then he wouldn’t be here. 

To be continued

You lay beneath the heavy blankets, its weight pushing you deep in the mattress as an IV drip stood beside the bed, the needle lodged uncomfortably into your vein– with every slight shift you could feel it course further down. The steady beep of the heart monitor echoed faintly in the room, slow and consistent. A sign you were still strung to life.

Your eyes stung like they’d been forced open for far too long. Lashes fluttering sluggishly as they struggled to keep apart before darkness swallowed your vision. It wouldn’t hurt to rest for a while. Arms laid limp at your sides, too heavy to lift like they didn’t quite belong to you anymore. Even the smallest movement drained what little energy you had, exhaustion creeping in immediately after.

The door to your room creaked open, the sound barely audible as soft footsteps entered. They were careful like whoever it was didn’t want to disturb your rest. After a moment, the person stopped at your bedside, their presence lingering yet strangely restrained.

You assumed it was a nurse. They came and went but then a voice spoke amidst the quiet. “Are you feeling well?” The voice belonged to a young male.

Your eyes slowly peeled open, heavy and reluctant as your gaze shifted toward the figure standing beside you. Amber eyes met yours, sharp even in the dim light. Dark strands of hair framed his face as white highlights tainted half his head. His skin, pale against the dullness of the room– making his eyes stand out even more. The individual didn’t look like medical staff and you didn't bother to ask, deciding it was better to reserve your energy rather than satisfying your curiosity 

The ravenette wore a simple turtleneck paired with a gray jacket which was parted neatly over it. In his hand, he held a single flower. Yellow. The same shade as his eyes.

You responded with still silence to his question which he caught on. “..My apologies.” He said after a beat, clearing his throat lightly. “It seems that I have.. forgotten to introduce myself” The male placed the flower gently on the table beside your bed, the faintest smile touching his lips.

“My name is Kid.” At the introduction, you paused. What kind of name was that.? Slowly, you parted your lips to speak. “Kid..who?” For a moment, there was silence then a quiet chuckle slipped past him, something sly tugging at the corners of his mouth. “Why? Looking to take my last name?” A half smirk tugged the corners of his mouth into a sharper smile though your lack of reaction was enough to ease it into a fainter curve. “My last name’s..Kirk” 

There were no signs of dishonesty in the way he answered yet something felt freakishly off– like there were lies present in the present. Your curiosity didn’t fade as you inquired more. “Why are you here?” Kid let out a soft hum, his expression faltering for just a second before his gaze returned to you. “I ..should’ve begun with that.” Why didn’t he plan ahead? This was unprofessional.

“I’m here on behalf of your.. family.” The ravenette let the silence settle for a moment before speaking again. “I’m a friend of theirs.” You hummed softly at that, the tension in your body easing just a little. It did make sense. Enough for you not to question it further.

Kid took a seat on the chair beside your bed, movements controlled as he adjusted himself. His back stayed straight, hands resting neatly on his knees. “Now that I’ve answered your question.” He continued, tilting his head slightly as amber eyes steadied on you. “It’s your turn to answer mine.”

His voice didn’t change much but there was something sharper beneath it. “How are you doing?” The question lingered. “I.. don’t know.” Your answer came out quieter than you intended.

Everything felt unclear. The doctors spoke in hush voices, nurses stayed no longer than checkups and no one told you anything. Did you feel okay? You couldn’t even answer that.

Kid didn’t react– not even a flicker of surprise. If anything, it was like he’d expected it. “..That would make sense.” He murmured, gaze drifting briefly toward the documents resting nearby. “Considering what they’ve been giving you.”

Your brows pulled together faintly. “What they’ve given me?” You repeated the words as confusion settled in. Medicine was what he meant, right? You tried to follow where his eyes rested but before you could, they returned to yours– pulling your attention back to him.

He leaned forward slightly, reaching for the stack of reports. Papers rustled against each other as he skimmed through the contents. The most recent page was dated a week ago– lines scribbled in short sentences though they provided no clearance.

“I was referring to painkillers.” The male said simply, not entirely true but convincing enough. He closed the file and set it down again– this time farther from your reach before sitting back into his seat like nothing had happened. 

He drew in a breath to speak but the door opened again. A nurse stepped in quietly, closing it with a soft click behind her. Her movements were calm as she walked over without sparing a glance at the unfamiliar figure in the room.

“Good evening.” She greeted with a gentle smile though it didn’t quite reach her hollow eyes, sparks of light were deprived from the irises, reflecting an empty soul beneath. The woman placed a small set of pills onto the tray beside you, followed by a glass of water. The faint clink of the material against metal echoed briefly before she turned and left just as quietly as she came.

The room fell silent again and both of you looked at the tablets. Kid’s gaze lingered on them longer than it should have. For a moment, something unreadable crossed his face– the thought flickered through his mind, forbidden yet persistent.

He could intervene considering his title and power but he wouldn’t. Never once, never will. Kid stood, stepping closer to the tray before pausing in front of it. “Are you able to swallow?” he asked, voice quieter now.

You shook your head and a brief pause followed. “..Do you have to take them now?” You nodded to his question, watching as his brows knit slightly– then came another question. “Shouldn’t you eat first?”

“I can’t eat solid food.” He blinked, slowly nodding along with your words before a suggestion came up. “Then liquid?”

“I don’t know about that.” Kid stared at you for a second, clearly trying to piece together the situation at hand. He didn’t know what they were but he did have a feeling the purpose they served. If the pills were meant to ease your condition, make you feel better then he wouldn’t be here. 

To be continued

Arthur fiddled with the bowtie that rested against his throat, his sunny blonde hair neatly swept back in a way his friends from Company 8 had never seen before. Though Company 8 is no more, the tender and enduring friendship forged in fire remained, their ties as tangible as the love being celebrated on this very day.

And though the Holy Church of Sol is no more, it would be a waste not to hold this ceremony in the beautiful cathedral that the Knight King once called his castle.

"Can you calm down? The more you mess with your tie, the sloppier you'll look," Shinra elbowed Arthur while Ogun moved to carefully dust off the stage fright on his friend's rigid shoulders. Though dressed similarly in debonair suits, the other two did their best not to upstage the man of the hour. 

"It's normal to be nervous on your wedding day, so I think he's fine," Ogun remarked with a wide smile. "But don't forget to breathe, my friend." 

Forgetting how to breathe was the least of Arthur's worries at that moment. The three of them stood at the foot of the sanctuary, light spilling through the stained glass windows, illuminating the place just enough for him to focus on one thing alone. 

The wooden doors opened with a long creak, followed by a sweet yet simple melody reminiscent of the night he played a prince of a fallen kingdom dancing with a princess so near yet so far. And when you walked in, holding your father by his arm, everything around him seemed to stop.

On your head was a crown of stars glittering under the sunlight, and on your face was a smile he once thought was lost to him forever. It took a gentle push from Shinra to remind him that he had to shake your father's hand before leading you to the altar, where former Company 1 Lieutenant Karim Flam stood as the officiant.

"Hello, Arthur," you greeted him warmly as he took your gloved hand in his. "Sweetheart, pick up that jaw from the floor. What on earth are you so surprised about?"

"You— You look —" He stammered before eventually faking a cough with his free hand. "I'm sorry. It seems you have stolen my breath once more with how ethereal you look."

You'd recognize that look from anywhere — Arthur and the stars in his eyes. It was a face you've long been acquainted with. A face you adored beyond anything and everything else. That look in his eyes reminded you of a time of romance and a time of heartache, with every single moment, all tied together by a luminous silver thread, leading to this very day. 

And to think it all started with a single spark to a flame…

— Spark to a flame.

It was no secret that your family was old money, a traditional age-old household whose wealth and roots ran deep and long into the ancient Tokyo Empire. As such, your family was an ally to the elite of society, including the upper echelons of the Special Fire Force, the Holy Sol Temple, and Haijima Heavy Industries. 

The Special Fire Force Training Academy was home to trainees from diverse backgrounds and walks of life. At least here, you were defined not by your status in life but by your skills — especially as a third-generation pyrokinetic. Yet despite the promise and firepower you showed in classes and training, it didn't help the rumors that surrounded your entrance to the academy — that your parents bought your ticket into the place. And neither did it stop the persistence of others who wanted to befriend you for all the wrong reasons, who saw you as a passageway to the incredibly narrow gates of high society. They all whispered your family name in hushed voices, speaking of connections that could move mountains — that meant favor, promotions, and kickstarting careers they never thought possible in their current posts.

Thus, your introduction to the academy garnered a lot of attention, both unwanted and unwarranted. So you decided to play the role of the sharp yet serene ice princess and run with it, especially if it meant protecting yourself from ill-intentioned classmates and instructors, even. There was no use explaining to them that befriending you would mean nothing, that you were there against your parents' orders, and that you would effectively be cut off from their support until your graduation in four years. They wouldn't go so far as to disinherit you, though. You wanted the academy to be a lesson to you, so they simply made it so.

And when whispers of a "princess" walking the academy halls reached a certain chivalrous boy's ears, a need was unknowingly sparked — and where there's a spark, there's a flame. 

But you weren't exactly the image of a princess that Arthur had in mind when he finally met you. 

The training yard was packed with heat and steam despite the open field, but that was expected from a place that nurtured youth with pyrokinesis. Both classmates and trainees from other classes, all clad in their familiar tangerine orange jumpsuits, gathered around the grounds in anticipation of the exercise set between you and another classmate. You stood in the middle of the grounds, and in your hands was a gleaming sword infused with your flames. Across stood your opponent, their battle stance assumed as you charged at them by the whistle's blare, swift as a bullet shot from a gun. 

Arthur noticed your fire — even before noticing you. The fire that coated your blade heavily clung to it like a second skin, yet the plumes danced around you as light as silk ribbons. Your opponent lunged forward, ready to take you head-on, not even realizing your charge was a feint. You pivoted instead, your heel sliding against the ground as your blade rose in a narrow arc. Sparks scattered as your blade met their weapon of choice, and they recoiled unflatteringly as your flames licked along the edges, clearly unprepared to be burned. 

You moved with a certain sharpness and elegance that spoke of your background without even saying a word, your bladework almost far too graceful for actual combat. Yet, it was clearly effective from the way your opponent struggled to gain ground against you. 

When your other male classmates caught Arthur watching your match rather intently, they playfully elbowed him. "Careful, Arthur. She'll never give the time of day to us commoners."

The blonde didn't seem fazed by the revelation. True enough, you've made yourself scarce to the point that he's only seen you in action now. Yet, he pondered on the weight of their words, blue eyes solemn as he watched your darting figure from across the training grounds. Every swing you made against your opponent came with crescents of flames, plumes as light as ribbons dancing around you like butterflies fluttering around a flower in bloom. Elegant, yes, but detached, too. 

Something stirred in his chest as he watched. It wasn't infatuation — not yet — but something far heavier and profound. It bloomed across his chest, demanding to be recognized, demanding to be known.

Acknowledgement.

And yet, this wasn't exactly the image of a princess that Arthur had in mind. When the instructor called your point, you did not smile at all, not even when you shook your opponent's hand in camaraderie. You were polite, but guarded, and even when others crowded around you in admiration, you didn't show a hint of interest, only excusing yourself from the crowd to take your seat amongst them once more. Others considered you standoffish, and they weren't wrong for that, but none of them thought to understand why you were like that in the first place. 

"A princess set apart from the people… What a tragedy."

The boys standing next to him shrugged at his remark, chalking it up to his usual antics. However, they were unable to stop him from making his way to you, his stride so sure and confident, before he stopped a few paces before you. 

"My lady," he declared, a hand on his chest as he bowed his head. "My name is Arthur Boyle."

You blinked at the boy, not at all knowing what to make of his approach. "???"

He lifted his head, blue eyes bright and earnest. "Word has spread throughout the academy that you are a princess. It would be my honor as a knight to serve you."

Oh, he said it without missing a beat. Don't tell me this guy's… serious? A small, tender laugh slipped from your lips before you could stop it, and suddenly, the whole world just seemed suspended in time. The silence was thick, but the murmurs that arose were even denser. 

"She… She —"

"Did she just… laugh?"

You caught yourself this time, concealing your giggle in your fist and feigning a cough. "I'm… I'm sorry, but what gave you the impression that I…"

Yet not even once did he shift his gaze from you. You sensed no mockery in his words, no pretenses, no lies.

…He must be an idiot, then.

"I'm sorry, Arthur, was it? As you can clearly see, I'm not exactly a real princess. I know I certainly don't look the part."

"You might not wear the garb, but your air and aura say otherwise. You are a princess most ethereal… But your skill with a blade is like that of a seasoned warrior."

Arthur didn't speak in riddles. This here was who he really was. In his eyes was this deep and utter sincerity you tried so hard to find in others here at the academy.

Either that, or he must really be an idiot of massive proportions.

"Look, you must be really nice and all, but if you're here for introductions, I don't —"

"I've already introduced myself to you. My name is —"

"No, I mean, like, introductions to… higher places," you stated, lowering your lashes, unable to hold his profound gaze any longer. "Everyone here wants something from me, all because of my name and my… status. You'll want something eventually, too."

"You think I seek favor, then?"

"Yeah, that's usually how things go," you replied, the edge in your voice softening. 

"If I wanted status, I would earn it through valor. Only fools seek favor through deception," he stated loud enough for the people around you to hear. "A knight does not deceive, especially one as honorable as I."

The bluntness of his words made you flinch internally. Something in the way he looked at you made you feel terrible for thinking he'd be just like everyone else… But it was clear to you that he was not. Everyone shifted from whispering about you to murmuring and snorting at Arthur's bold declaration.  

"When I said I wished to serve you, it wasn't because I thought you were helpless. It's clear to me and everyone else around you that you're incredibly capable," he remarked, a hand now resting on the pale hilt of his sword. "And it's clear to me now as well that you've no need of a servant, so how about a rival worth your time instead?"

"What? You want to fight me?"

"Nothing so crude, my princess. I merely wish to test my skills against yours," he said with a grin this time, smug yet cool, as if he wanted to piss you off on purpose this time. "That is, if you aren't above duelling against commoners like me."

Oh, my gosh. He's a total idiot. He's cute, but he's a total idiot! 

You laughed again, unbridled delight laced in every breath that escaped your lips. Here was someone who saw beyond your name, who didn't even think your name was all that important in the first place. 

"You're a knight, aren't you? Then you surely must put up a better challenge than the common rabble," you asserted, dominant palm curling around the hilt of your blade once more. A knowing smile graced your face this time, cheeks warmed by a sense of excitement. "But you ought to be careful, sir knight. This princess knows how to fight, after all."

"As a knight, I'd be honored to cross blades with you!" 

It came as no surprise that other trainees, both from your class and the upperclassmen, started throwing the most stupid, brain-dead jokes in your direction in hopes of making you laugh again, as though it was the key to earning your friendship. Still, it was as evident as the sun in the sky that they were all doing it for the chance to have a proper conversation with you. It didn't matter anymore if you weren't involved in the conversation from the start — you could be coming from a completely different direction, but the jokes were all uttered out loud, followed by annoying, fake laughter intended to draw out a reaction from you. 

What they didn't seem to understand is that you laughed at Arthur because he was serious, not because he was joking. That, and he was actually pretty cute. It was surprising at first to know that he was actually popular at the academy, but if anything, you understood his appeal to the other girls. For others, it was about his good looks, but for you, it was his charming guilelessness. That, and he was also a formidable training partner. 

And he was also incredibly easy to spot in a crowd. 

The academy cafeteria was a battlefield in its own right, and you can't count how many times you've been invited to sit at a table full of trainees eager to talk your ears off, all for a promise of an introduction of sorts. Today was no different, with everyone else putting on airs of jesters after seeing you laugh at Arthur the other day. 

And then you caught it — a flash of blonde hair in a table with only three occupants, though the arguments arising from them were as loud as a whole class. With your lunch tray in hand and your eyes set forward, you knew exactly where to sit without ever being bothered by strangers. 

Arthur noticed you first, his back straightening on instinct even as the crimson-eyed boy seated across from him berated him. "Princess."

"Princess?" Came the other two boys' puzzled reactions. 

"Hello," you greeted them, meeting their gazes equally. "Can I sit here with you?"

Arthur's friends are just as popular, you thought, though one of them was notorious for all the wrong reasons. The crimson-eyed boy, Shinra Kusakabe, though skilled in his own right, had a reputation tainted by unconfirmed rumors that stank of conspiracy, and not once did he even try to defend himself. Meanwhile, Ogun Montgomery was the top scorer in both the practical and technical entrance exams and a scion of the Immigrant Hero, whose ship carried terrified passengers across the stormy seas during the Great Cataclysm.

Silence enveloped the table, mostly due to surprise, but Ogun recovered first, smile wide as he gestured for Arthur to move his lunch tray a little. "Of course, we've got plenty of room."

Shinra shrugged. "Yeah, sure, I guess, if you can handle this guy talking about a knight's honor for another thirty minutes."

Arthur's brows furrowed in annoyance. "Honor is a principle you clearly don't have, you devil."

"Say that again?!"

"I've heard worse conversations, so do carry on," you said as you set your tray on the table calmly and carefully, taking your seat next to the blonde boy with a rather pleased smile on your face. "Upperclassmen arguing about lineage and family connections, strangers trying to one-up me with discussions I have no idea about, the whole 'my family is better than your family' thing, not to mention my big brother and his obsession with noblesse oblige…" 

"That crowd, huh?" Ogun nodded knowingly. "I guess the other trainees weren't kidding about what a simple whisper from you can do."

"Dishonorable," Arthur remarked from your side. "To reach the apex of the world because of a commendation… Does growth not stem from the journey taken? Just how strong is a person if they're at the top just because of recommendations? What is their measure of strength if they did not even test it?"

"Huh. For once, I agree with him," Shinra snorted. "But didn't all that thinking turn your brain to mush, Arthur?"

"Silence, devil, or I'll turn you to mush!"

"Bring it on, you idiot knight!"

You smiled into your bowl of rice, not at all bothered by the nonsense banter between the two boys. "And you… mediate everyday, Ogun?"

"Yeah, pretty much. Can you imagine the minefield the cafeteria would be if these two were left together unattended?" Ogun replied with a cheerful shrug. "Speaking of which, you don't really sit with anyone here, do you?"

"Oh, people want to sit with me, believe me," you shook your head. You knew his question was one of curiosity and not of mockery. "But that'd be less of a lunch break and more of a show-and-tell sesh, since they tend to want something. What Arthur said earlier. About the commendations and stuff."

Ogun's expression softened into something of understanding, while Arthur and Shinra's comical squabbling slowly ground to a halt. There was never a lack of people who wanted to be your friend, but they weren't exactly there for your friendship.  

"Don't worry. I'm not the kind to ask for handouts, and neither are these guys," Ogun reaffirmed with a smile. 

Shinra nodded in agreement. "Yeah, same here. If anything, I'm more interested in training with you! Everyone's been talking about how fast you are, but you've only been seen training with this smart guy here!" 

"You'll have to wait in line, devil, for I am the princess's chosen sparring partner," Arthur quipped before swatting away the crimson-eyed boy's jerked thumb. 

"Well, you heard that. Hope you're open to more training partners, myself included," Ogun proposed. "You'll go dull if you train with just one person, after all."

For some reason, Arthur and Shinra were bickering again, with Ogun desperately (?) trying to diffuse the exchange. And when you laughed at that table, the world only seemed to carry on rather than stop for you. 

When they finally settled down, Shinra turned to you with a grin. "So you'll be sitting with us again tomorrow, yeah?"

"A sound decision, if I do say so myself, princess," Arthur nodded as he crossed his arms over his chest. "And strategically beneficial, if you ask me."

"Yeah, don't think too much about it and just come over tomorrow, okay?" Ogun added as he threw you a thumbs-up. "And if anyone ever gives you a hard time because of us, just let us know, and we'd be happy to deal with them for you."

"Thanks, guys. But I'll have you know that if anyone ever gives me a hard time because of you, I'll give them an even harder one. They ought to mind their own business, after all," you grinned at them before sliding your arm behind Arthur to give him a hearty pat on the back. "Plus, I have Arthur watching my back! He's my knight in shini—"

"Don't — Don't say it, please —" Shinra cringed as he shook his head in defeat, already aware of what that praise meant for his dearly exasperating friend. 

"But of course! Ill-intended strangers beware, for I, the Knight King, shall defend my princess from all your foul designs!" The blonde proudly declared, loud enough for a hushed silence to befall the cafeteria. Something in his declaration made your heart do flips, and you were completely aware that you were really no better than the other girls in this academy who fawned over him like he was the most adorable puppy in the room.

You tried to cover your mouth, but the laughter that followed your snort couldn't be held back. How uncharacteristic of the fabled ice princess to laugh so barbarically. 

"Oh, she's just as bad as Arthur," Ogun chuckled while Shinra groaned in annoyance at how loud you two were, with everyone else's attention now clearly on your inconspicuous table. 

Ever since you've been aware of it, you've always been someone who stood on the outside looking in. It gave you a sense of security seeing things occur from a distance. For the first time, however, you thought that it didn't seem so bad being part of something, especially when it's this warm. 

— An asymmetrical world.

As your final year at the academy gradually approached, so too did your parents' communication become more frequent. The letters they usually sent once a year now came monthly, then weekly, then a daily reminder, all to inform you of your return home in time for your father's grand birthday celebration. It was a conditional return, for not even the academy would let you leave without graduating, after all the promise you had shown. 

You fiddled with the hem of your skirt uniform with your free hand while your dominant hand held the receiver of the telephone in the academy's administrative office, your ear burning as you listened to your mother from the other end of the line. 

"The academy already agreed you'd return home for a few days. Don't forget when, my dear. Even your brother's thrilled you're coming home!"

"Yes, mother," you droned out, trying not to sound too uninterested. 

"Darling, be a dear and humor your mother, will you? Your letters to us have been nothing but updates about what you've been doing there, but not enough about how you've been feeling or if you've made any friends," she remarked, and you could hear the faint sound of cutlery and porcelain from her end. "You're our daughter, but you sound more like a grateful scholar telling us all about your marks and scores, and expect us to be impressed. Well, for the record, your father and I are impressed, but all of it says so little about your state of mind! And it's been like that for the last four years!"

"Well, mother, you and father and my big brother made it perfectly clear to me when I left that you were uninterested in my endeavors here at the academy, so I only ever told you the most important things in my letters," you refuted, rolling your eyes yet catching yourself before anyone else could see you. "After all, it's not like you wanted me to come here in the first place."

Your mother sighed, and somehow you could sense her pinching the bridge of her nose in frustration at this aimless conversation. "It's been four years, darling. Your father's rather proud of what you've accomplished there and even reinstated your allowance last year…"

"The academy's been holding onto it. My allowance, I mean," you admitted, bringing the phone a little further from your ear since you half-expected her to explode from your revelation. "Mother, I don't really… do much around here except study and train, so that's all there is to write about. And if you're going to ask about friends, I don't… have that many."

"Anyone of note? Perhaps someone you'd like to invite to your father's birthday? We can talk to the academy on their behalf so they can come with you. Are you familiar with the Miyagusuku Family's daughter? Or perhaps the daughter of your father's friend, Prospero Metherlence? Or maybe the son of —"

"No, mother, I don't know any of them," you grumbled at her. "Besides, I doubt those kids would be here at the academy anyway if their parents are anything like mine. All my friends here are just… normal people."

"So you do have friends! Regardless, if they're your friends, then they're our friends, darling. Go on and invite them, I'm sure your father wouldn't mind," your mother chirped. "By the by, that boy from the Sasoriza Family — Oh, his name escapes me, but he's asked about you and if you'd like for him to escort you —"

"I-I already have a date in mind!" You sputtered all of a sudden, surprising the sisters behind the office's reception desk. "P-Please don't tell father, or he might combust on the spot…"

"Mmhm, all right, dearest. Your secret is safe with Mama. Don't forget to tell those friends of yours that your father's party is strictly formal! I know the academy has nice uniforms, but you don't want people whispering about your dear old man now, do you?"

"Wait, but that's —!" You gasped, knowing for a fact that your friends do not have a lick of formal clothes on them. I suppose now's the perfect time to use that allowance of mine, you thought to yourself. With how much you saved up at present, you could easily rent formal suits for all three of them. "…All right, mother. We'll figure something out."

"All right, darling," she replied, her voice soft, just like how she always spoke to you when you were a child in your bed, her warm fingers weaving through your hair. "It might not seem like it for you, but I've missed you, and so has your father. He wouldn't be so insistent if he didn't, you know."

"I… I know, mother. I've missed you, too."

When you stepped out of the office after your phone call, Arthur, Shinra, and Ogun were all waiting for you in the hallway, quickly crowding around you in worry.

"Is everything all right, princess?" Arthur started, his usual placid expression replaced with furrowed brows.

"Yeah, you were excused from the class pretty abruptly, so we thought something might be wrong," Ogun said, ever the concerned older brother in your ragtag group of stellar misfits.

"If there's anything you need help with, y'know you can count on us," Shinra doubled down, his anxiety evident in his curious, wide smile. 

"Yeah, no biggie. I just got a call from my mother is all…" You started with no other idea at all how to tell them about your father's birthday party except for saying it straightforwardly. "Are you guys busy on the 31st?"

Home was still home, despite not having come home in the last three and a half years. After leaving instructions with the academy and Ogun, the only one who had the mental capacity to understand what and where exactly they were going and what they were going to do, you returned home to prepare for your father's ostentatious birthday celebration. 

The polished marble floors gleamed, busy heels clicking and resounding against the ornately decorated hallways you once considered your normal. A small number of your household staff greeted you upon your arrival, while the rest were busy with tasks concerning tonight's party of all parties. 

Your mother wasn't lying when she said your father missed you. He dropped whatever it was he was busy with when the butler announced your arrival, beaming with pride as he happily declared to your bustling household staff that his dearest princess was home.

"Only in the meantime, Papa," you reminded him, though eventually allowing yourself to return his eager embrace. His hug was tight but measured, and despite his initial apprehension about the entire thing, he was careful not to wrinkle your academy uniform. "Happy birthday!"

"Oh, look who's finally home," your older brother remarked, leaning casually against the grand staircase railing in his loose dress shirt and pants. "You look well. Maybe a little on the beefier side now…"

"And you're still as insufferable as ever, big brother," you drolled, rolling your eyes at the young man who ruffled your hair. 

"Now what's this I heard from your mother about a date?" He queried, jumping right into the heart of what concerned him the most. "Am I familiar with this boy of yours?"

"Ah, yes! The mystery man. Seems I'm not on escort duty tonight. For the first time, even," your brother perked up immediately, slowing his steps so he was walking behind you and your father. "It's not Yorihisa, right?"

"Definitely not. Definitely not," you asserted, taking your father by the hand while glaring at your brother. "Please, Papa, can I at least have some tea before you start castigating me? And also, where is Mama?! She promised me she wouldn't tell!"

You could hear the household staff's low laughter in the background, evidently amused at the arrival of their young mistress and your father's clear distress at your interest in a boy. In your family's ornate baroque drawing room sat your mother, floral porcelain tea cup in hand, as she gestured for you to sit next to her.

"Mother, I can't believe you told Father!" You complained, though it was swiftly drowned out by the scent of your favorite tea and cookies wafting in the air. 

"Mama apologizes, dearest. It turns out that persistent Sasoriza boy, Yorihisa, went straight to your father to ask for permission…" She lamented, a hand on her cheek. "It wasn't like your papa was going to say yes to him, anyway, but I thought I'd let him know about your little date, too, just so he's aware."

"So I can control my face when I see him," your father remarked as he sat down and received a cup of tea from your mother. "What is his name, beauty? You can at least tell us that."

You tilted your head in contemplation, hesitating only slightly before eventually relenting. "Arthur Boyle."

"Yeah, that's the one. The blondie, right? Uses swords, too?" Your brother snapped his fingers at his epiphany as he sat down next to you.  

You shot him a confused look. "Wait, big brother, how did you —?" 

"Boyle…" Your father's gaze narrowed in thought. "I've not heard of this family."

"That's because he doesn't come from one," you replied, then helped yourself to the tea your mother had poured for you. You expected this kind of silence from them after that revelation.

"I see. And what is it about this boy that earned him an invitation to my birthday party?" Your father challenged as he reached for a cookie from the floral platter. "Aside from the fact that he is your friend."

"Yeah, what's his deal, little sister of mine? Is he charming? Some secret heir to a fallen family, maybe?" Your brother mused as he chomped on a cookie. "Or a knight, perhaps?"

"Brother, where on earth did you get your info about Arthur? Have you been gossiping about my life at the academy?" You accused, brows furrowed in aggravation. 

"I have my sources. After all, I'm your big brother. It's my duty to look into the people you associate with, let alone the guy you chose as your date for Pop's birthday," he declared with a dramatic hand on his chest. "Now go on, answer the old man. We're the ones asking questions here, not you."

You expected these kinds of questions, too; the feeling of them policing your choice of company is all too familiar. 

"Arthur has been nothing but kind to me for the last four years. He is incredibly capable. Not to mention honest and articulate. You'll find him a very interesting person," you stated without missing a beat as you reached for a cookie as well. "Most importantly, he doesn't ask me for anything."

"Kind, capable, and honest, is that it?" Your father remarked, taking note of the qualities in this boy that drew you to him. "Well, he sounds like a proper lad. Then I assume he'll know how to conduct himself tonight. That includes your other friends as well."

You tried to maintain your facade of eerie calmness without even letting on that you were, in fact, at your wits' end worrying about your friends' behavior tonight. You feared Shinra and his quick feet and how he might collide with a server, how Ogun might be too formal and overcorrecting, and how Arthur… Oh, Arthur… How he might declare something so inane or knightly at the worst possible moment. How he might even lose himself to more delusions of grandeur when he sees your opalescent home. 

"Of course, Papa. I'll be sure they don't cause a scene."

The older man smiled and nodded at you, carefully wiping the crumbs on the corner of your mouth like when you were a little girl. "See that you do, brains." 

It was times like these you couldn't help but wonder if your parents paid your household staff appropriately. Your mansion home glittered like a castle made of moonlight and stardust, the crystal chandeliers gleaming and sparkling as they hung from the painted ceilings. A string quartet played beneath your wide, sweeping staircase, the railings decorated with sheer lace and taffeta, while the polished marble floor reflected guests' silk gowns and pressed suits. Outside the foyer, lotus-shaped lanterns adorned the grand fountain, and the hedges and bushes along the dimmed lampposts were immaculately trimmed. 

Guests were already wining and dining even before your father's arrival, and he did so rather unceremoniously, with your mother in his arm and a glass of liquor already in hand. He donned an impeccably pressed navy blue three-piece suit, while your mother wore a matching navy and silver gown. 

The training academy had given you sharper shoulders and an even sharper gaze, as well as a faint scar on your shoulder that you had no trouble showing off. Your gown for tonight was your favorite color, accentuating your best features while still showcasing the gritty resolve you developed during your time away from high society. 

Your world, as your friends once said. You're the daughter of a family whose name carried weight across the Tokyo Empire, and your wealth and influence weren't something to sneeze at. 

Still, you had to admit that the whole ordeal made you incredibly nervous, even though this was your world, and even more so now that your father wanted to present you to his guests after not having been home for quite some time. Your older brother was another story…

Surprisingly, Ogun and Shinra were dressed impeccably, incredibly polished in their sleek, pressed rented suits. Black truly was something that never failed, no matter what the occasion. If not for their age, they'd blend in perfectly with most of your father's other guests. 

"Will you two be all right here? I promise once we're done with all the grandstanding, Arthur and I will be back," you vowed to them, calling a server's attention. The older man leaned forward and listened to you without question, nodding in assent at your quiet request to assist your friends with whatever they might need while you were away for a bit.

You had yet to see Arthur, who had a special role to play tonight. Ogun mentioned that one of your butlers led him upstairs since he was the young mistress's chosen escort, and this was according to her wishes. 

The brown-haired boy managed a warm and easygoing smile, a hand clamped on Shinra's stiff shoulder. In contrast to the former's relaxed temperament, the latter had one of the most severe smiles on his face. "Don't worry about us. We'll blend in. Aaand we'll try not to cause any trouble, of course!" 

"Good. That's good! Help yourselves to some food, all right? We'll be back before you know it."

Your chat with your two friends was cut short when another of the younger butlers came to bring you upstairs once more in time for your introduction, which also meant the formal start of the celebration. You stood at the top of the stairs, awaiting your chosen escort for the night, and you were just as speechless as the hush that fell over the hall the moment Arthur took his place next to you. 

"Hello, princess," he greeted you, ever formal. His suit was simple, the same black and sharply tailored outfit the rest of your friends wore, but he donned it like knightly armor. His blond hair was neatly combed back, and the sure confidence in his posture didn't falter even under the scrutiny of aristocrats, whose whispers and murmurs about him carried from across the ballroom.

"Who is this young man?"

"I've not seen him before?"

"Is he perhaps a classmate of…?"

"The young lady chose him as her companion for the night?"

Surprisingly, he wasn't as hyped for the occasion as you expected him to be. You were prepared to nudge and elbow him all night if he had kept up his chivalrous medieval knight persona, but instead, he was quiet and contemplative. 

"Shall we?" He turned to you, offering his elbow for you to hold. 

"Um, y-yes. I-I mean, of course. Let's go," you sputtered, barely managing to hold yourself together as your heart skipped a beat despite yourself. A small exhale escaped your glossy lips as you hooked your gloved hand on his steady forearm. "You clean up well, sir knight."

"A knight must always be prepared for court," he replied calmly. You shared a nod that signified you would descend the gilded staircase in unison, the whispers of the crowd fading in the background as he gave you a grounding smile. 

From across the hall, Ogun and Shinra watched the scene unfold in complete wonder at how Arthur hadn't acted like an imbecile — yet.  

"Are we allowed to take more than one?" Shinra suddenly asked, his hand hovering over a third fruit macaron on the glittering dessert table. Their server-guardian placed the dessert on the boy's half-full plate, wordlessly answering his question. "Thanks, man."

"Shinra, at least act like you've seen fancy food before," Ogun gently nudged the other boy. "Let's not cause a scene for our friends, yeah?"

When you arrived at the foot of the staircase, you had nearly forgotten all about the party, but you were swiftly brought back to reality when your parents approached with warm smiles. Your mother placed a gentle kiss on your cheek while your father bestowed one on your forehead. For Arthur, however, the older man held out a sharp yet composed hand. 

"Arthur Boyle," he stated, gaze unwavering. "I've heard good things about you from my little beauty."

"Many happy returns of the day, sir," the boy replied, returning your father's solid handshake in earnest. No strange gestures, but nothing but respect. "It is an honor to be invited."

You pursed your lips in sheer agitation, wondering why the heck they haven't cut you two loose yet when the party's already started (?). 

"Birthdays are important family affairs. You don't introduce just someone to occasions like this. You being here means you're special to her, Arthur," your father remarked. "And you don't accept invitations to occasions like this from just someone, either."

"Your daughter and I are good friends, sir," Arthur stated. "I intend to stand by her when she calls… And to ensure her safety above all else."

From across the hall, Shinra and Ogun were a bundle of nerves watching everything unfold.

"He's actually serious," the crimson-eyed boy murmured around a half-bitten cream puff. "Like… real serious and not stupid serious."

"Looks like it," the brown-haired boy replied with a relieved sigh. "Let's hope he keeps it up 'til the end of the party."

Your father gave Arthur a short nod before allowing you two to finally join your friends at the banquet. With your hand still in his, you gracefully led him to where you left the other two boys, no longer paying any attention to the many eyes that followed your every move. But the music the string quartet played caught your ear, clearly a signal for you to take the first dance, which your mother also reminded you of earlier that day.

"Arthur," you said, holding his pensive, blue gaze. "As the young mistress of this house, I am expected to take the first dance. Have you ever done this before?"

His calm expression shifted into something of amusement. "A knight must know the rhythms of court just as well as he knows those of the battlefield."

The music swelled, and a tender waltz filled the air. He turned to you, his posture immaculate, and lifted your left hand onto his shoulder, while his right hand respectfully settled on the small of your back. His steps were surprisingly steady and measured, as you would expect from a practiced dancer, and he smiled once more when he realized you were already following his lead. 

"You've done this before, then…" You whispered to him, but he gently shook his head. 

"I merely studied, my princess, for it would be embarrassing to stumble. I've watched my parents dance the same way, too."

From the rest of the crowd, Shinra was silently shaking Ogun in complete disbelief at what was transpiring, yet the latter could only nod in approval at how Arthur hadn't made a fool of himself — yet. The blonde led you to a turn, your skirt flowing against your footwork, and he caught you by the waist in perfect timing with the song. 

Oh, for some reason, you felt like you were floating, no longer there in your own home, but rather, somewhere else. You've attended numerous balls and soirees all your life, but tonight was like a fairytale come to life. You knew Arthur would be insulted at the mere idea of being called a prince rather than a knight, but that was how he looked to you at this very moment. 

Calm, charming, and when he smiles, it's like the sun shining on my face. 

"You're staring," he said, to which you replied by lowering your lashes. 

"Sorry… I… I just didn't expect…" You trailed off.

"That a boy like me could act appropriately?"

"That's not what I meant, and you know it."

"I know, my princess. I know," he replied gently, and somehow it felt like he drew you closer to him. "This is your world, and I am merely partaking in it just for tonight."

"That's not true," you murmured, finally raising your eyes to meet his gaze once more. "You belong here."

"I am a Fire Soldier. I belong where my blade is needed… To cleanse our world of infernals and purify their souls."

Like I needed to be reminded, you thought to yourself. Despite the direction of your conversation, you still followed his lead and gave him your full trust as he carefully dipped you in time with the music's crescendo, his hand warm on your back as he lowered you just enough to momentarily steal your breath. The chandeliers glimmering overhead were like a thousand stars twinkling, and for a fleeting moment, your world tapered into his azure gaze. 

When he brought you upright, the air in the hall was filled with impressed applause, and in the corner of your eye, you saw Shinra clapping far too enthusiastically that Ogun had to reel him in. Arthur held your hand up, and you nodded in agreement as you bowed and curtsied before your audience. 

"You're so beautiful," he said, no proud declaration or ostentatious display of admiration — but just him and his sincerity. He was quick to catch the shift in your expression when you peered over his shoulder and saw a figure weaving through the crowd with deadly confidence. 

You clicked your tongue in annoyance, your grip on Arthur's hand tightening as you gently pulled him closer to you. A red-haired young man around your age approached you, his maroon silk waistcoat and his family mon pinned to his chest screaming "nobility".

Yorihisa Sasoriza was heir to his clan's leadership. Much like your own family, they were "old money" elites in the Tokyo Empire. You two had grown up attending the same formal balls and soirees and enduring the same etiquette tutors — that is, before you went to the academy against your parents' wishes. Your family's shared circles instilled a sense of entitlement in him, even though you had made it perfectly clear to him that you weren't interested in him. Time and again, he has asked for the chance to be your escort, and time and again, you've rejected his advances. But this was the first night you've ever chosen an escort for yourself. 

"May I have a word?" Yorihisa asked, his smile too sharp to even be considered sincere. "Just us two, if possible."

"Whatever it is you have to say to me, you can say it with Arthur here," you quipped. 

The red-headed boy's mouth tightened, even more so when Arthur placed a reassuring hand over yours in an attempt to soothe your shaking fist. "I have to admit that I am utterly surprised at your choice of an escort. 

You quirked an eyebrow at him. "Arthur is my guest."

"Yes, yes, your fellow trainee from… Where, exactly?" Yorihisa said, sighing at the sight of your clear stubbornness. "I asked both your parents for permission. When they mentioned you already had a date for tonight, I was ready to let it go because I expected your older brother, as always, or someone from our cohort. Instead, you chose a boy with no family name. Do you even know what the people are saying tonight? That you're trying to make some kind of statement with this rebellious phase of yours."

"Our cohort, you say. You speak as though we're friends in the first place, Yorihisa."

His smile thinned at your statement. "And these… guests you brought with you… Are your friends? Is that what this is?"

"Choose the words that will come out of your mouth very carefully, Yorihisa," you warned, gaze narrowed at the boy who claimed to be your friend. "At this point, I thought you'd learn your place after being rejected again and again and again, but clearly, this isn't the case. You can't seem to take a hint. You asked, and I said no. That wasn't an invitation to insult my chosen escort and my choice of friends." 

Yorihisa's smile completely vanished, his attention diverted to the boy standing next to you this time. "And you were comfortable accepting her invitation?"

Arthur turned to you before eventually answering in the most painfully honest way. "She asked me, and I saw no reason not to accept."

A small huff escaped the red-headed boy's mouth, a look of complete disbelief on his face when he heard the fact that you had even asked a boy of no noble standing to be your companion on such a special occasion. "I am the logical choice. Admit it or not, we grew up together. Our families align, and so do our futures. You'd do well to remember that. You'd do well to know that this may be the only case for you."

Something inside you snapped, the heat swirling in your chest enough to make you conscious of what it was you were about to say. You squeezed Arthur's hand before eventually releasing him, taking a step forward into Yorihisa's space. 

"Oh, shut up, will you, Yorihisa? In case I haven't made it clear yet, for the last ten years of our lives, I don't like you. You're one of the reasons why I went to the academy in the first place. And going to the academy wasn't some petty rebellion as everyone thinks," you seethed at him, your voice low enough so as not to draw any more attention to you. "It's true that my status drew unwanted attention at the academy, but overall, it never really mattered. All that mattered was willpower and firepower, and firepower doesn't care about names, nobility, or inheritance. Fire will burn everyone and everything to the ground, regardless of how high you stand." 

Yorihisa slowly stepped away from you as he felt the tremor of heat underneath your skin and the eerie glow in your eyes, once more reminding him of what exactly you were capable of. You placed a gloved hand on your chest before boldly declaring, much to his embarrassment, "I am a Fire Soldier, one of the noblest occupations in the Tokyo Empire, and I care not about the prattling of high society! I belong where my blade is needed… To cleanse our world of infernals and purify their souls. And who knows? Maybe to save your sorry ass, too."

The redhead stiffened before eventually turning away to vanish into the crowd once more. Ogun and Shinra narrowly avoided his tempestuous exit from the conversation, the two of them intrigued at what had just transpired, so they had to approach you. 

"Was there any trouble?" Ogun asked first.

"Yeah, dude looked like he wanted to incinerate Arthur," Shinra remarked, eyeing Yorihisa's retreating figure. 

"He's unpowered, so there's no threat of that ever happening," you affirmed, throwing the boys a thumbs-up. "Nothing I can't handle, though."

"I thought I might have had to duel him," Arthur stated with a hand on his chin. 

"Here? In my father's house?" The soft 'pfft' that left your glossed lips evolved into a tender laugh, the kind that only came out because of whatever inane thing the blonde boy said. Still, you shook your head when you saw just how serious he looked, his blue eyes scanning your surroundings for the fuming Yorihisa. "You're not dueling anyone, Arthur."

"…Very well," he relented, allowing you to slip your hand into his sleeve once more. 

"For the record, I don't regret inviting you guys. I knew for a fact that you knew how to handle yourselves," you beamed at them, all three smiling back at you as you all headed to the buffet. "Wait, Shinra, is that a caramel bar in your pocket?"

"O-Oh, uh, h-how'd that get in there?" He spluttered, a sheepish hand on his nape. "S-Sorry, but these are really good!"

"Don't worry about it! I'll have one of the servers pack some for you before you head back to the academy," you said as you cheerfully patted his back. "Have you tried the cream puffs? They're my favorite!"

Arthur smiled to himself as he straightened his back ever so slightly, a refined, silent confidence returned to him as he took his place right next to you. But if he were being completely honest with you, he would've loved to mop the floor with your so-called friend Yorihisa. He was more than ready to speak up for himself, if not for you losing your temper. Only part of him was worried you'd suddenly spark flames out of irritation, but if you ever did, he'd take one look at you before deciding if he'd calm you down or join you instead. 

Guests and relatives approached you and your group of friends, some with vested interest in your shared endeavors, while others came with curiosity and scrutiny. While Ogun managed to charm them with how well-spoken he was, Shinra quietly took his place on the sidelines, nodding in assent at whatever it was the former was talking about — "Better than to make an utter fool of myself," he mentioned earlier. 

Arthur was the perfect image of devotion as he dutifully stood next to you while your aunts approached with their glossy, polite smiles laced with subtle inquisitiveness. He did his best to answer every question thrown at him, but it was clear to you that they were indeed criticizing your unconventional choice of a partner for this evening. You slipped your hand into his sleeve once more and gently pulled him away when another elderly aunt tried to corner you, a drink in her hand, and even more embarrassing questions in her mind, for sure. 

The two of you slipped through a side corridor, past the tall windows and draperies, as well as the solemn, painted portraits of your ancestors, until you reached the glass balcony doors at the end of the hall. A cool night breeze welcomed you the moment you stepped outside. From below, the lotus-shaped lanterns twinkled in the fountain, while you could still hear the string quartet playing from the inside. 

"I'm so sorry, Arthur. I didn't…" You started, only for you to trail off with an exhausted sigh. "I didn't expect everyone to be so… curious about you. I never really told you, but my big brother always escorts me during parties like these. So it must've been a really big deal to everyone."

"It's all right," he replied, gently squeezing your hand in his. "I was prepared to be interrogated."

You managed a small laugh. "You handled it well, sir knight. This princess is most pleased…"

He rested your clasped hands on the marble railing, his gaze drifting across the expanse of your estate. The moonlight caught the polished lines of his pressed suit, but he still carried himself like he always did, even at the academy — honestly and willfully.

"You once said before that you weren't a real princess, but this castle says otherwise."

"It's just a house, Arthur," you said, your eyes flickering from your hands to his face. A pensive expression painted his face, while the lights from below were reflected in his blue eyes. 

"It's not," he asserted. The sound of your guests' subdued laughter spilled outside, prompting him to straighten his shoulders slightly. "Your family is influential. You were the subject of discussion the entire evening, and not everyone had a kind word to say about… about our association —"

You narrowed your eyes at him. "Arthur. Don't."

"It is not my wish to hurt your reputation."

"My family's reputation will be fine, I assure you. None of my choices matter in the long run, nor will they affect my family in any way," you assured him, grasping his hand in yours this time. "I spent the last four years of my life at the Special Fire Force Training Academy, when I should've been studying at a private school. Yeah, some people started talking weirdly about me, but when word got out that I actually had potential, they were all quick to change their tune."

His hand was warm even over your satin gloves, and you smiled to yourself as you laced your fingers into his own. "I don't see why people would think less of my family and me when I just chose someone I like to be my escort for tonight. It's not my fault you look at me like I…"

"Like you what?" 

"You never looked at me like I was someone to impress. You looked at me like I was both the beautiful princess and the insurmountable dragon. You looked at me like I was the most ethereal thing you've ever laid eyes on, while also wanting to best me, because I was a warrior like you," you said, lowering your lashes to the edge of the balcony. "And you… You never wanted anything from me. Not even once. Not even when I asked you outright. Because you said it before, that only fools seek favor through deception, and you weren't one for deception at all. You knights are the most honest people I know. Not that I know many knights, really… Not that I know any other knights, too."

Arthur chuckled at your rambling, gently breaking your reverie. "You still are."

"What?"

"The most ethereal thing I've ever laid eyes on."

He pinched the tip of the middle finger of your glove and unhurriedly slid it off your hand, his gaze clear and steady as he lifted it and pressed a tender kiss on your bare knuckles.

"…I really like you, Arthur. Ugh, don't look at me with those stupidly beautiful blue eyes of yours!"

He laughed at how sheepish you looked, a face no one else knew. A face only he was privileged to gaze upon.

"Since you like this knight so much, he'll stick around," he said, grasping your wrist so he could press your palm to his cheek. "Though he thinks you deserve someone who won't complicate your life in the future."

"Arthur Boyle, you are the least complicated part of my future," you declared, moving to pinch his cheek instead. "By the time you and I can get married, you've already saved the world — or maybe a part of it. You'll have earned all the merits to marry me. Not that you need any, really! And th-that is, i-if you want t-to or still want to, by that time!"

Oh, how presumptuous of me! You were quick to step away from him, hurriedly burying your burning face into your equally hot hands, your embarrassment already evident by the way you averted your eyes from the boy standing right in front of you. 

Arthur was no stranger to confessions. Of all the confessions he'd gotten over the years at the academy — weird ones, cute ones, and a girl once gave him a bouquet, too — yours was the only one that sparkled. It sparkled in a way that a prized treasure would in an 8-bit game, and he'd carry it with him everywhere if he could.

It was in his inventory now. No way he was letting it go. No way he was letting you go. So he held your hand once more before you could completely stumble away from him. 

"I swear I was ready to hear this, but I didn't expect it to be tonight," he admitted as he rubbed the back of his neck with his free hand. "But regardless of the circumstances, a knight must always be prepared to respond to words of admiration."

"Wait, what do you mean you were ready t-to hear — You knew that I liked you?!"

"Of course, I knew. So did Shinra and Ogun," he hummed rather smugly. 

You narrowed your eyes at him before eventually deadpanning, "Let me guess. They pointed it out to you." 

"Yes, they did. But if it's any comfort to you, my princess, I liked you first. I've liked you ever since we first sparred." 

"What?!" Came your incredulous cry.

He was serious. Just as he believed himself to be a knight of legend. Not once did his gaze falter, his eyes as steadfast as ever. He held your hand as though he was holding his sword, his knuckles rigid but his grip as careful as ever. 

"You and I still have countless adventures to undertake. Bridges to cross. Obstacles to overcome. Challenges to win. The future you speak of… When that day comes, I'll surely be a knight worthy of you. The greatest treasures are never easily won, but for you, I would gladly spend a lifetime proving myself worthy."

But when you think about it after all this time, his vow meant everything and nothing at the same time. To you, Arthur was already worthy of you and your hand. Everything was only a matter of time. 

— Oath of the saber.

No amount of time or distance or danger could ever separate you and Arthur, even after graduation had passed, and you had gone your separate ways into different companies under the Special Fire Force. Happenstances tied your fates together; the adventures he mentioned now all came in the form of missions and emergency responses to calls about infernals.

Despite the support they've shown you after graduating from the academy, you weren't at all interested in playing the role your parents had in mind for you, and to further rub salt in their wound, you ignored your parents' special request to the Special Fire Force to be assigned to Company 3 and instead joined one where their reach would never find you. You were, at last, a full-fledged Fire Soldier under the vigilant orders of Company 2's seasoned commander, Captain Gustav Honda. 

…Though you sometimes questioned your own choice. Your captain was a family man who developed a soft spot for you, being one of the few girls in his company. Still, you were one of the two rookies he eagerly signed up for the many competitive outfits within the Special Fire Force, such as the Rookie Fire Soldier Games and the Rookie Training Reassignment Program.

You and Takeru Noto, who was more affectionately known across the company as "Juggernaut", were the captain's favorites, tempered by the fact that you both showed promise as Fire Soldiers, despite the latter's extreme cowardice. Takeru was always scared, but his fear carried him through every mission, pushing him to choose responsibility over convenience. And that made him surprisingly reliable. As Captain Honda's current cream of the crop, you two were always at the forefront of every investigation surrounding the Evangelist and the White Clad, the secret of human combustion, and the mysterious Adolla Burst that Shinra allegedly possessed. Not to mention the eeriness around the church, the Holy Sol Temple… Your tag team partner was always somehow involved with Company 8, from the expedition to the Chinese Peninsula to the deeper investigation of the spectral Nether, which cost your teammate nearly half of his body.

It was always a pleasure to be able to work with Arthur — and Shinra, to an extent, as Fire Soldiers now baptized in fire, but the dangers and uncertainty surrounding the investigations made everything hazy, even as the answers made themselves apparent. More importantly, Shinra was a friend you'd do anything for, so stepping away from all of this wasn't something you could do now. 

You can't count the number of times Arthur got in trouble with his company whenever he rushed to your side during your joint missions. Your interactions always raised eyebrows and questions from your respective companies because of how brief but precise and tender they were, and you recalled Shinra complaining that he was grilled by Company 8 regarding your history with Arthur. 

And it was history in the making to this very day. 

Special Fire Force Company 2 was under the careful jurisdiction of the Tokyo Imperial Army, so it came as no surprise to you that the drills there were far more intense than those of the other brigades. Even as the captain's favorites, you and Takeru weren't exempt from the gruelling discipline that hardened every member of your company into exceptional Fire Soldiers, ones that didn't flinch even in the face of adversity. You enjoyed the renown that came with being part of the elite company, but along with that came the exhaustion of expectations and having to keep up with appearances.

It was no surprise that everyone there took their days off very seriously. You weren't an exception, either. Your auspicious day off started quietly, which was exactly how you preferred it, but the stillness of the day was eventually cut short by the sight of your tag team partner returning to his quarters with a dented soda can in hand. Takeru perked up when he saw you halfway through your door in an outfit he hadn't seen you in before. 

"Oh? Where are you off to all dressy today?"

"I'm going to Shinjuku!" You beamed at him, your excitement bouncing off like light against a mirror. "I have a date!"

"A-A date? How nice!" He hummed at you, though you could tell from the way his shoulders drooped that he was exhausted. The company worked him hard, after all. Even harder than you. 

"You wanna come with? It's your day off too, isn't it?" You asked him without missing a beat. 

"M-Me? B-But you just said you had a date!" He stammered, brows furrowed in confusion. "I w-wouldn't want to intrude…"

"You wouldn't be intruding at all," you replied with a smile as you leaned against your door frame. "Besides, you look like you need a break more than I do. Also… call it a hunch, but I think you'll enjoy this day just as much as I will."

"Y-You think so?"

"Yeah, just don't make things weird and we'll call it even," you said with a small laugh. "Now go get dressed! The city awaits!"

No amount of careful planning could save Arthur from the inquisitive eyes of Company 8. He always spent most of his days off training or goofing around with Vulcan, so it was rare to see him up and about early and dressed coolly but casually. He planned on arriving early, since knights always arrived early, but how could he, when his departure was barred by his curious, curious crewmates?

Familiar footsteps jogged from behind him as he made his way down the hall. "Oi, Arthur! Where are you going?"

"Hello, Shinra," the blonde replied, not at all stopping his pace. "I'm going to the city."

"To the city? Why's that?"

"…personal matters."

Shinra grinned — not the nefarious kind, but something rather teasing. "Is that so?"

From behind them appeared Maki, still out of her jumpsuit when Shinra announced nonchalantly that, "Arthur's sneaking into the city!"

"I am not sneaking! A knight is entitled to a day of respite like everyone else is!"

"Are you meeting someone, Arthur?" Maki asked thoughtfully. 

"…Yes, I am. Now if you'll excuse me…" He admitted, adjusting his jacket before resuming his steps. 

"So it is a date!" Shinra followed him, almost impatiently. Two more heads peeked out from across the hall behind them, questions in their minds as they eyed the two brunettes tailing Arthur, not at all hiding the fact. 

"Where is everyone going?" Iris asked curiously, while Tamaki poked her entire head out to see what was happening. 

"Arthur's going on a secret date!" Shinra announced once more, to which the two girls replied with equally surprised gasps. 

"Wait a sec!" Tamaki piped up, taking Iris by the hand to follow the rest of the group on their way out of their headquarters. "Wait for us!"

Arthur walked and walked, convincing himself that he'd be left alone eventually, but his footsteps were echoed in multitude, prompting him to turn around.

All four of them — Shinra, Maki, Iris, and Tamaki — froze mid-follow. 

"Why are you following me?"

"F-Following you? We're not — pfft, come on! Are you the only one who can go to the city on your day off?!" Shinra tried to argue, while the three ladies all nodded their heads in agreement. "It's a c-coincidence! Yeah, a coincidence that we're also headed to Shinjuku, uh…"

Arthur narrowed his eyes at them. "You're following me."

"We're not!"

"You are."

"W-We're here to support you!" Maki cheered him on.

"This is a day off, not a mission. I require no support," he sighed. "I suppose this must be how squires treat a knight…"

He walked to the train station and alighted, and so too did his crewmates, though keeping a polite distance from him in insistence that they weren't following him to his not-secret date. 

In terms of proximity, you were much closer to Shinjuku than Arthur was, so you expected to arrive there ahead of him. Rarely did schedules between your companies align so perfectly, and rarer still did you get a quiet day away from drills, reports, and patrols. However, there was no helping your sense of responsibility when you saw how exhausted your friend Takeru was, let alone his lack of plans for any fun or recreation on the rarest of days. 

Still, part of you somewhat knew that everything would still go as planned. As you and Arthur planned.

Across from you at the French Fries stand, Takeru was holding the paper containers as if they were live artillery. "Thanks for inviting me… Y-You're sure I'm not interrupting or anything?"

"You're welcome, Takeru. You do know that you look like you haven't taken a break in weeks, right?" You replied with a small smile as you took the small carton of freshly cooked fries that he carefully handed to you. 

"That’s because I hadn't," he responded, staring down at his food rather nervously. "You —"

"You're not," you cut him off as you shoved a fry in your mouth. "I'll sock you if you ask me one more time."

He squinted suspiciously. "…You said that a bit too quickly. It's only making me more anxious."

You elbowed him with a huff. "Will you relax?! The whole point of a day off is to take a break, so stop worrying! Eat your fries before they go soggy and enjoy this strategic break!"

Meanwhile, across the street where you promised to meet, Arthur paused in his tracks. Shinra was already three steps ahead of him when he noticed the sudden shift in the blonde's gaze. "That's Juggernaut, you dumb banana of a knight. Why the heck are you looking at him like you want to skewer him?"

From behind them, the three girls were all obviously pretending they hadn't been following Arthur this entire morning, until Tamaki leaned forward and spotted you from across the street. "It's the girl from Company 2! A-And Juggernaut!"

Takeru was blissfully unaware of the ire directed at him while he enthusiastically explained something about the French Fries you were eating, a smile on your face as you listened in rapt interest.

Shinra elbowed Arthur into a reaction. "Juggernaut's no one to be jealous of, Arthur! Besides, they're basically partners with how often they're deployed together!"

Arthur turned to his friend sharply. "I am not jealous."

"Yeah, sure, tell yourself that," the dark-haired boy rolled his eyes. 

Meanwhile, Tamaki squinted at them questioningly, a pout gracing her face as she clung to Iris's arm. "Hmph. All of those promises to me just for him to date some other girl…"

Arthur looked mildly offended at her side comment. "They're not on a date." 

All four of his unwitting companions jumped in shock when he unceremoniously walked into a lamppost, colliding with it with a resounding clang, while Shinra wheezed in utter amusement at how whipped his friend was. 

You caught them in the corner of your eye the same moment Arthur recovered from the lamppost, waving your hand at him excitedly. "Arthur!"

Shinra nudged him, his cheek still red from his collision. Still, they managed to approach you and Takeru as casually as possible, and you would've done just the same if not for your tag team partner nearly dropping his fries the moment he noticed the pigtailed girl among the group from Company 8.

"T-T-Tamaki! Th-This is —!"

He almost keeled over when you elbowed him again. "Come on, Juggernaut! You promised you wouldn't make things weird for me! Now you're panicking because Tamaki is here."

Tamaki blinked at you before eventually turning to the blushing Takeru, who looked at you like you had just pulled a pin from a grenade and threw it at him. "I-I AM NOT P-PANICKING!"

The apprehension on the pigtailed girl's face slowly vanished, replaced by a mischievous smile. "You totally are, Juggernaut!"

"Besides, my date is right here," you happily declared as you took Arthur by the hand. "Hello, my good sir knight."

Maki and Iris gasped in unison, eyes sparkling at your revelation. This explained so much more than Shinra's vague account of your relationship with Arthur. "So you two are dating?!"

Arthur feigned a cough into his free fist. "For a while now, yes."

"What?! Why didn't you guys tell me?!" Shinra exclaimed, slapping a hand on his forehead. "I mean, congrats and all, but you could've told me, right? Right?!"

You laughed at your friend's sham outrage. "Sorry, Shinra. For the record, we were planning on telling you — and Ogun, of course! But you know how weird things have been lately… Also, you guys have been going back and forth to Asakusa, so time's really been against us all."

"Yeah, tell me about it… I feel like it's been forever since we've had a normal day," the crimson-eyed boy shrugged, his sight drawn to the cloudy blue sky. "And this looks pretty normal to me."

"Can't say I'm not happy to see you with Arthur, you know. Knowing how nosy your crew is, I figured it wouldn't hurt to invite Juggernaut, especially since I know for a fact that Tamaki wouldn't be able to resist the idea of you going on a super top secret date with someone," you chuckled as you squeezed Arthur's hand in yours. "Still, I am sorry about the confusion. But you do know Juggernaut's no one to be jealous of, right?"

"That's what I said!" Shinra blurted out, to which the blonde boy only responded with a low "hm". 

"Oh," you croaked, placing your free hand on your chest and dramatically clutching it as though you were in pain. "He really is sooo handsome when he broods. My heart feels like it could burn through my chest at any moment!"

Shinra cringed at your remark, taking it as his cue to join the rest of the group, who were crowding around the flustered Takeru. "I'm not listening to this…"

Arthur saw the contented nod you made when you saw your teammate relax into the group of girls and Shinra, though he was still his same shy self whenever Tamaki turned to him with a question. 

"You invited him for… her," he started. "A smart and practical maneuver."

"I learned from the best," you happily hummed at him. "Also, I think Juggernaut deserves the break just as much as I do."

While the rest of the group was preoccupied with interrogating your tag team partner and Tamaki, Iris gave you two a warm smile and a nod that seemed to say, "We'll be fine. Enjoy your day!" 

You and Arthur nodded in unison before eventually disappearing into the colorful crowd, entirely confident that you'll find them back there before they even notice that you're gone.

"Am I glad to see you?" You said cheerfully as he fell into step beside you. "After a good deed and all, now we have our date!"

The two of you wandered deeper into the shopping district with no real destination in mind. If anything, you were already more than happy just having him by your side. 

"How… How have you been, my princess?" He asked, carefully guiding you through the waves of people that came and went through the district. For some reason, every practiced conversation starter he had was forgotten, replaced by the contentment of the warmth of your hand in his. 

"I've been well. Juggernaut and I have been training extra, though. Ever since he lost his limbs during our little expedition to the Nether, he's been hell-bent on compensating… As for me, my sword arm remains as strong as ever," you replied thoughtfully. "Though I have to admit, I am rather unnerved about the forces moving in the shadows."

Part of you expected him to reassure you that things would be all right, but you knew him better than to spout half-baked optimism. You could tell from the way his brows furrowed that the investigations unsettled him, too. 

"I foresee many difficult battles ahead," he stated, and his words made your chest tighten even as your eyes drifted to the calm blue sky overhead. "But I believe we will win against those who slither in the dark. Nothing that heroes of light can't handle."

"Of course we will! We're Fire Soldiers, after all! Or more like, uh, the Warrior Princess and the Knight King?" 

"That we are," he chuckled. The sound of his laugh carried weight but was mirthless, and now that you've had a closer look at him, the lines on his face and the circles under his eyes only compounded your initial worry that he was being just as overworked as you were. 

No, that's not it, you thought to yourself as he pointed to a ramen joint, telling you about the delicious ramen Captain Obi often treated him to. "You wanna eat there? I'm kind of craving miso ramen now that you mentioned it…"

There was a twinkle in his blue eyes as he led you to the establishment, and he was now talking about his training of sorts with Captain Shinmon of Company 7 while you waited for your bowls to be served. For a while, your conversation drifted from ordinary to bizarre things — from life as rookie Fire Soldiers to the surprisingly perilous territory Company 8 had been traversing for the last few months. 

A server eventually set two bowls of piping hot ramen on your table, the warm aroma of salty and savory broth wafting into your nose. It tasted just as good as it smelled, and even Arthur didn't waste time digging in. Soon enough, your idle conversation drifted to your carefully planned date today.

"It must be nice having other girls in your company," you mused aloud. "I mean, we have sisters and all of that, but they aren't exactly soldiers, so there's still a fine line separating us… Not to mention they all seem to care a great deal about you."

"I suppose they do."

"I'm pretty glad to see Shinra, too. It's nice to see a familiar face every once in a while," you chuckled to yourself. "You know, with everything that happened at the Chinese Peninsula and the Nether… Not to mention that mayhem caused by that girl with the Adolla Burst… I figured since we've shared a bit of ground between us, you wouldn't look at Juggernaut so… unkindly." 

"I was merely startled to see him with you. After all, this day was supposed to be ours…" He revealed, frowning into his bowl like a sad puppy. 

"It still is," you beamed at him. "I quite like how this day is turning out so far. Ramen is such a welcome change of pace from our usual military food. Then again, your company's pretty detached when it comes to these things, so you're probably used to eating home-cooked meals."

He nodded eagerly. "Lieutenant Hinawa does a lot of the cooking for us."

"Wonders never cease," you remarked in surprise at how a man so seemingly callous would take the time of the day to ensure his crewmates ate balanced meals. "The lieutenant always struck me as straitlaced."

It was Arthur's turn to chuckle. "He is. To a fault, even. But you'll also catch him wearing the most ridiculous things at headquarters…"

When Arthur wasn't talking about his knightly endeavors, he looked just like a normal boy. It was heartening to hear him chatter about his life as a member of Company 8 who was so evidently loved by everyone, after all of that grief he went through in his childhood. He wasn't very keen on talking about it even when you were both at the academy, and he often insisted back then that he was all right — that he had always been all right. It's clear to you now that he has found a place to call home, with everything precious to him within his reach.

You chewed your noodles thoughtfully and carefully, glancing around the joint and taking in the sights, sounds, and smells. The place was warm, with other diners talking in low, polite voices, wooden chopsticks softly clattering against the lacquer bowls, and seated across from you was a boy with the brightest smile and even brighter eyes.

"What's on your mind, princess?" He inquired, following your sight as you observed the yellow incandescent lights hanging overhead. 

"Just thinking how I'd like to have many, many more meals with you in the future, Arthur," you said with a small smile before helping yourself to your noodles. "Hopefully, you aren't too busy or too popular for me."

"Never," he quietly declared. "I will always have time for you. And I, too, look forward to more of these meals in the future. I'd be a failure of a knight if I were unable to uphold my promises to you. I'd be a failure of a… a boyfriend, too."

Boyfriend. How cute. And hearing it come from his lips made it even sweeter. 

"The Empire's enemies will be sorely disappointed to know that I'm not about to surrender our future to them. Not when we still have so much to do together," you affirmed. "Not while we're here to protect this place."

The rest of your day passed in the blink of an eye, like the sands of time slipping through your fingers, even though you're grasping at them, and you parted ways with a promise of another date, another meal, and another conversation — like you had all the time in the world. Neither of you knew just how little was left, with the stage already set for the beginning of the end. 

Company 2 was unusually tense this afternoon. There wasn't a sight of Fire Soldiers training or joking around, but a cluster of orange-clad crew members was all crowding around the mounted broadcast screen in the cafeteria, even though meal time was still hours away. Everyone was listening to a report being looped again and again like a broken record, hammering it into their thoughts until everyone memorized the entire thing. 

"…Captain Akitaru Obi of Special Fire Force Company 8 has been arrested for false imprisonment of Shinra Kusakabe, a holder of the holy flame known as Adolla Burst…"

What?

"…It is believed that the other members of the Special Fire Force Company 8 have taken Kusakabe and are on the run. At present, the Imperial Army considers all members of Company 8 as suspects, and a manhunt is underway…"

The murmurs burned hotter than any fire, and you had half a mind to run amok and set the place ablaze. Everyone was calling Company 8 traitors to the Empire… But none of them knew of the dark shadow cast over the church and its leadership, and how the King's integrity may have been compromised. 

Ridiculous, you thought, fists clenched so tight you thought you'd draw blood from digging your fingernails too deep. Lost in your own hazy thoughts, you didn't notice Takeru standing right next to you, worry painted all over his face. "Are… Are you okay?"

"It doesn't make sense. None of this makes sense," you murmured almost angrily. "Takeru, you and I both know that this can't be true. They must've found out about something…"

"Y-Yeah, something is going on, for sure…" He replied, still a bundle of nerves. "They aren't traitors. They can't be. B-But you need to calm down for a m—"

"Calm down? Calm down?! Th—mmmfph!" You nearly shouted, only for him to throw a hand over your mouth. 

"Look, before you're my teammate, you're my friend! A-And I know this news must come as a shock to you, b-but now's not the time to be impulsive! Think of what Arthur would do instead!"

You bit him, much to his shock, prompting him to release you as he shook his sore hand. "You know Arthur's a bona fide idiot, right, Takeru? Were I in his place, he'd —"

"H-He'd expect you to make smarter decisions than he ever could!" He exclaimed. "He… He may be an idiot, but surely he'd say something along the lines of, 'a knight doesn't break rules'! And, 'a Fire Soldier places their duty above all else'!" 

To cleanse our world of infernals and purify their souls. To place human lives above even my own. 

Takeru's logic was sound; you couldn't help but admit to yourself. "Arthur believes in honor and doing the right things. He… He's surely on his way to save Captain Obi…"

"Yeah, Company 8 must be… A-And if you got yourself arrested trying to do things on your own, he'd be pretty disappointed."

Your friend's words hung heavier on your shoulders than you expected, dousing the rage and flames that threatened to flicker if you heard another whisper about Company 8 — about Arthur — being a traitor. You shook your head and took a deep breath to psyche yourself up. "Okay. Thanks, Takeru."

Both of you looked up in surprise when you heard the doors to the mess hall open, followed by your name being called by one of the lieutenants. A hushed silence fell over the place as you and Takeru saluted after being approached by your superior. "Captain Honda would like to see you in his office." 

"Of course, sir."

He wanted to follow you, only held back when you reassured him that you'd be all right. "I'll be fine, Takeru. If anything, the Captain's probably going to ask if I know anything about Company 8's whereabouts, seeing as I have close ties to one of their members. This summons couldn't have come at a better time since I have some questions for the Captain, too."

Company 2 was at the forefront of the defense against the titanic infernal that followed the emergence of the first pillar in the Pacific Ocean. While the smell of the sea breeze reminded you of easygoing days, you and the rest of your company were there as the vanguard of the Empire. You and Takeru stood side by side behind Captain Honda, who personally commandeered the assembly of the artillery blockade along the harbor. Underneath your bunker gear was a new blade still in its sheath, and the sight of everyone in action stirred your heart aflame. 

To think that this wasn't supposed to be the case after that day you were called into the captain's office. 

Your brows furrowed in confusion at the sight of your older brother already there, his usual relaxed appearance replaced by a rigid formality in the form of his pressed suit and tie and a manila envelope neatly tucked underneath his arm. "Big brother? What are you doing here?"

"Hello, littler sister. It most certainly has been a while. I am here to pick you up. Captain Honda is just about to hand over your documents for your honorable discharge," he stated, turning over the empty envelope to your elderly captain. "With all of this… shady business surrounding the Special Fire Force, our parents decided that it's about time you returned home. Uh, no offense, Captain Honda."

"None taken," the older man replied, his hand receiving the envelope, though his steady gaze was on your face. 

"Brother, this isn't funny. You spoke to the captain behind my back? If this is one of your schemes to get me home —"

"I can assure you that it isn't, and I think it's within my rights to use every possible avenue available to me to reach you. I heard about that huge fire in the city. You and your gigantic partner were sent to assist the Eighth there, right? And now that same company is branded as fugitives. Not to mention your dear Arthur being one of them," the young man straightened his suit jacket. "Our parents are worried sick about you. And I'm here to bring you home before you get any strange ideas in your head like following that boy-knight —"

"Don't," you warned, your eyes narrowed fiercely at your brother. "Don't start, brother."

"All this talk of heroism… You think you're immortal? Or invincible? You're just a girl! And I mean that in the most respectful way, my sweet sister… This isn't your fight. You shouldn't even have been here in the first place. And right now, Arthur's disappearance isn't your problem anymore."

"It is because I care about him!" You snapped at him, the words slipping out before you could even stop them. "You don't know what you're talking about, brother. I've no intention of breaking my oaths as a Fire Soldier, not even for Arthur. And I know mother and father are worried. I think about them every day! But Arthur is out there somewhere doing what he thinks is best for everyone, and I fight knowing he's out there doing his damn hardest. I warned you before that this wasn't just some petty rebellion. If it were, you wouldn't even be here convincing me to come home with you."

Though tears threatened to spring from your eyes, you held your ground. "You can't make me leave when there's so much at stake. When innocent lives could be at stake!"

Your brother didn't move, though he had an unreadable expression on his face. You were both surprised when Captain Honda finally stood up from his desk, eyeing your discharge documents before eventually picking them up and ripping them in half. He tore the pieces bit by bit before dropping them into the nearby trash bin like confetti over a party.

"She stays," the older man concluded. "She knows the risks. She understands what being a Fire Soldier means."

"You can't be serious," your brother retorted, but it was clear from the look you exchanged with your captain that you had come to an understanding. "You… You stubborn girl."

"I apologize for having wasted your time. My men will see you out to your vehicle," Captain Honda stated, pressing a button under his desk to call for subordinates to escort your brother back to the base parking grounds. 

The younger man sighed to himself, a hand on his temple, before waving his hand in dismissal. "It's quite all right, Captain Honda. I appreciate you making time for me despite your busy schedule. Might I just ask my sister to escort me instead? I assure you, I will not try to bring her home by force. You can have her partner come with us if you'd like."

"You mean Juggernaut? I'll have him called in, then."

True enough, your older brother did not pull any tricks on you when you arrived at the parking grounds, and Takeru had a brave face on when the older man tried to make small talk with him. With a snap of his fingers, one of the young butlers from your family home opened the sedan's compartment and brought out a long, well-worn leather case, carefully unclasping the metal latches that held it closed. When you and Takeru peered inside the case, you saw a blade you've only seen in paintings and old photographs. The sword's edges are coated in gold, while the hilt has a glowing blue crystal mounted on it.

"You've read about Thunderbrand, right? And how it's our family's heirloom sword," your brother stated as he slowly lifted the blade from its case. "Once upon a time, the Gouldings were exceptional swordmasters, and only the best and brightest warriors of the family could wield this. But since the age of wars has passed, our family had no use for sword fighting or this sword. That is, until you said you wanted to study how to wield one, and you even had an aptitude for it." 

He presented it to you as carefully as possible, and you received it in your hands as though you were holding a fragile treasure. "Papa handed it to me at the last minute before I came here, saying it's far better used protecting his daughter than just gathering dust in the attic."

"Part of you knew," you murmured, eyeing the fine blade before eventually returning it to its sheath and case. "That I wouldn't come home with you."

"Only because you are a stubborn girl," he sighed to himself, eyes softening as he watched you receive the leather case from your family butler. "You will return it to its rightful place once you've accomplished your mission, of course."

"You have my word, big brother. Also…"

You stepped forward and coiled your arms around him, causing him to freeze on the spot. "…What on earth are you doing?"

"Just… drawing strength for the days to come," you said, quietly laughing against his shoulder. "I'm taking what I can get. Thank you, big brother. Send mother and father all my love."

Your older brother huffed, cupping your head in his hand most affectionately. "What a stubborn, dramatic girl… Make sure you return home so you can tell them yourself."

"I will. Once the fighting's done, of course."

And now that the fight was brought to your homeland's shores, you weren't just about to take everything in your gilded cage. As Takeru was called to be on standby, so too did you prepare to be summoned to the field of battle.

"I see that look in your eyes, soldier. But I hope you remember you're not out here for blood," Captain Honda stated as he turned to you. "You're here to protect."

"A Fire Soldier is only as honorable as her captain, and you're one of the most honorable people I know, Captain," you attested with a sharp salute. "Thank you… for not telling me to go home. For letting me fight!"

"And lose one of my most skilled soldiers? Not a chance!" He declared with a hearty laugh. "More importantly, you know what's at stake here."

They say the Great Cataclysm is upon us. Even in combat against these fiends from the darkness, the whispers of your crewmates weighed heavily not just on you, but on everyone else, yet one thing anchored you amid the scenes of dread that seemed to surround Company 2 — and that was the sound of your captain's constant reminder of your duty, come hell or high water.

"We are the shield of the Empire! Stand your ground, defenders of humanity! We will not be beaten back!" 

It didn't take long before one of Haijima's bigwigs, Oguro, took notice of you. His subordinates confirmed with him that you were indeed the daughter of that family, and it amused him to no end that they'd "let a little bird loose as though she's a falcon", flitting to and fro between battling titans and putting infernals to rest. You didn't know why, but he saw you fit to be given a gift — a lightweight prototype jetpack to be powered with flames, seeing as you're "a little bird whose wings can only get you so far"… The new equipment gave you better reach, and you were like a flying beacon leading civilians to safety. 

The last three months have been a hellish shared effort between Company 2 and Haijima Industries to keep the emerging titans at bay. The ominous pillars arose from the sea one by one and simply stood there, completely still. Something about them gave you the chills, stirring an unnameable emotion in the depths of your chest. And as that emotion grew, so too did your flames burn brighter than ever, yet you couldn't shake the feeling that this was all a prelude to something incredibly darker. 

It was at Takeru's insistence that you stay on the ground for a while after he found you wheezing and breathless following morning drills the other day, coughing up a faint gray smoke that sent him into an immediate panic. Still, you made him promise not to report your symptoms to the captain, even though it was a telltale sign of overheating. He wasn't next to you as often as before because of his new role as a heavy sharpshooter, so he made you promise him to stay hydrated to stamp out your symptoms. 

You didn't want to admit that even just breathing already hurts — in fear of being sent back to base to recuperate, rendering you completely useless.

Well, that's no good, you thought as you paced yourself while assisting in the evacuation of civilians. With Company 8's reemergence, their captain only had one message to share, and it was to hope even against all odds. 

Hope was one thing you had far too much of. How could you not? Somewhere out there, you knew for certain that your knight was fighting as valiantly as he could. And so should you. 

The sky above the city had a distinct and strange color to it, and between the smoke and fire that tore through the streets, a figure appeared before you in a spectral beam of azure light. 

"!!"

It was Arthur, with the winds whipping against his bunker gear. You didn't even have the time to react appropriately, immediately jumping into his arms without a care in the world. He returned your embrace as tightly as he could, and you could sense his reluctance to let you go despite the dire look in his eyes. A series of explosions from the direction of Tama Bay caught your attention, but he urged you to keep your eyes on him at that moment. 

"Dragon awaits the arrival of the Knight King. It is a battle I've long steeled my mind and my heart for," he stated. "His despair has no place in the world."

The winds of chaos howled faintly through the broken buildings, yet all of your focus was on him alone. "Of course. Because there is hope!" 

"I wanted to see you before… Before I go," he said, studying your face thoughtfully before breaking into a small smile. "And now that I have, my heart is full."  

"Arthur —"

"I love you. From the moment I saw you in the training grounds and challenged you myself, I've loved you, even though everyone said it was a fool's errand and that a future with you was inconceivable because I had nothing to my name — I didn't listen to any of that because the only thing that mattered to me was seeing your beautiful smile."

"Wh-What are you… Why are you saying this to me now?" You breathed, your heart in hysterics because the way he looked at you now said something that words could never do justice. 

No. 

You brusquely grabbed his collar and dragged him to your level, pressing your lips to his before he could see the tears filling your eyes. 

"Hear me and obey, Knight King! Your princess commands this!" You fiercely declared. "Return to me!"

"A royal decree," he chuckled at how immovable you were. "And as your knight, I am duty-bound to fulfill your command."

"Yes, you are."

"Then I swear it. I swear it upon thine holy blade Excalibur," he affirmed, raising his newly forged sword over his head before eventually placing a hand over his chest like he always did whenever he promised something to you. "I will return to you."

Arthur left no other promises to you as he leaped away, carried into another beam of crystal-colored light, and part of you somewhat knew that he didn't do so because he felt he had no right to. And another selfish part of you thought — if his destiny was the price for giving hope to the world, you'd rather watch the world burn instead. 

But you knew deep down in your heart — that's not what he wants. 

What he'd want for you to do is hope against all odds, hope against hope, and that's what you so desperately clung to even as you were tormented by the eldritch Faerie of the White Clad following that despair-shattering slash that sliced the world in half. 

"O princess of misery, your holy knight is lost to you for eternity. Will you not wallow in despair?"

"Why would I? That is the very thing the Knight King vanquished! This hope is his gift to the world, and I will protect it with my life!" 

Hope — that burned as bright as the sun, even as the world was engulfed in what should have been an eternal darkness. 

Hope — It prevailed.

— …And forever.

Heartful applause echoed throughout the cathedral after the first kiss you shared with your husband. 

"I suppose this means I've become a knight worthy of you," he said as he broke into a small laugh. 

"You silly boy. You've always been worthy of me," you reaffirmed your statement from what seemed like an eon ago. "You kept your promises."

"A true knight always does."

You laughed right back, and for him, it was the most precious, melodious sound. 

Some things never truly change, no matter how much time has passed. 

Arthur gazed at you lovingly, his smile warm and his eyes twinkling in contentment. "I've always loved the way you look at me, you know. You look at me with those eyes of yours, and it's like you've known the answer to all of this long ago. To where we've been heading."

"Wanting something so desperately does that," you told him, squeezing his hands excitedly. "You do your best and hope as hard as you can… Until it finally happens."

"Allow me to make a new promise to you, since you believe I'm so good at keeping them," he said as he pinched the tip of the middle finger of your glove and tenderly slid it off your hand, taking his time pressing warm, gentle kisses on your knuckles. "I promise to make you the happiest woman in the world." 

"I'm gonna let you in on a little secret, sweetheart," you replied as you brought your hand to caress his cheek, gently pulling him down until his forehead rested on yours. "You don't have to try very hard because I already am." 

The fire may be gone from everyone, but in your heart was a flame that burns for this one, and you don't see it going out for a long, long time. 

🎀 author's note: I've always been an Obi girl, but there's no denying that Arthur is a rather charming guy, too. Too charming, perhaps, since this fic really took on a life of its own. Nevertheless, I had such a lovely time rereading the manga and browsing through the anime episodes so I could perfect my feel of this fic. I hope you enjoyed reading this as much as I enjoyed writing it! 💗

I want to add that I wrote this in the midst of my Bridgerton S4 and Love Through a Prism binge, so some elements from those series are sprinkled throughout here and there. I particularly enjoyed writing reader's homecoming scene and how worried she was that her only three friends would make complete idiots of themselves. 😂

I've been reading around that fans are saying the anime butchered the manga and left out a significant amount of material that should've been included this season. I agree with them in a way, because ever since the start of S3's second cour, I've been thinking about how they'd have to squeeze in so much lore in a limited number of episodes. (Then again, for those who've been alive long enough like me, you've probably seen what they've done to the Soul Eater anime lol.)

Regardless, though, I am still very much looking forward to watching the anime's conclusion! And I hope you are, too! 💗

🎀 By SongsofAdelaide. Please don't copy, plagiarize, or use my work to train AI. Please do not repost them to any other social media platforms. / masterlist