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Wow it’s been a while hehe. But in my defense a lot of things in my life these past 3 months.. it’s was pretty messy and I didn’t feel like talking or writing anything anymore. I’m slowly recovering but I figured that I should at least say why I disappeared ;-;
I won’t go into details but I got diagnosed with an anxious depression and everything went downhill after that for some reason but yeah I’m working on it! And as soon as I feel better I’ll get back to work :3
Oh my god, now that you mention it, "I miss you" feels weird! cause in Egyptian Arabic, we say "انت وحشتني" (ent wahashteni), which literally translates to you miss me the same with french. انت(ent)= you, وحشتني(wahashteni)= miss me. The "me" is connected to miss in Arabic which is the "ني"(eni). I never thought about it till you mentioned it
Right?! I swear I couldn’t comprehend how people could say I miss you instead of you miss me (well now i understand haha) but it’s so wild to see how different languages flip the perspective like that.
You got out of your car feeling a little lost. You tried so hard to piece together what Rin told you yesterday with what Sae shared with you before, but it was useless. There were too many details both of them purposefully hadn’t tell you, so nothing made sense.
All you knew was that Sae seemed to be the center of everything happening around you. Ever since he came to France, every single one of your friends started acting weird. Rin was growing more and more irritable every time you mentioned Sae. Bachira was out doing gods knows what, and Nagi hadn’t been in Paris for over week now. Out “working” somewhere apparently. Of course you tried asking Isagi about it, but he just brushed it off with a “dont worry about it” smile. But your weren’t stupid. You knew something was going on, and it was starting to worry you.
A loud noise next to you cut off your train of thought, making your head snap towards the source. A car then parked right beside yours. You frowned at the very dark tint of the car’s windows. You stared at the tinted glass for a while, thinking that it was Sae. Because if it wasn’t him, who the hell would park this close to your car when the whole parking lot was basically empty?
You blinked as unease crawled in your throat when you realized that the driver still hasn’t turn off the engine. You glanced around at your surroundings, but the street was completely empty. You couldn’t explain why, but the longer you stared at those dark windows, the stronger this strange feeling grew deep in your stomac.
“ - Y/N?”
Behind you, a familiar voice pulled you out your inner conflict. And when you turned around, Sae was standing there silently watching you.
You blinked once, then twice, as the uneasiness slowly creeped away like a shadow chased off by the light.
He glanced at the car briefly before glancing back at you, his feature showing slight concern. But you simply shook your head, choosing to brush it off.
He briefly glanced at the car before turning his attention on you. And for a split second you saw a shadow of concern pass on his face. But your attention quickly shifted on him, as soon as he approached you. He gently placed his hand under your forearm, gazing down at you as he towered over you.
“ - Is everything okay?”
His perfume gradually filled your nose, calming you instantly. Your shoulder relaxed, and you finally let go of an anxious breath you didn’t realized you were holding. You nodded slowly, letting him know that you were okay for now, a faint smile on your lips.
—
Sae had been silently watching you, as you were actively preparing what was needed before opening the café. Of course, he had offered to help you, but you refused, joking about how you couldn’t let your boss do your job for you. Once you were done, you prepared one of the four new drinks on the menu for the two of you.
You sat down at the table setting down two vanilla latte—one in front of him, and the other in front of you.
Sae looked at you, then briefly glanced at the cup, silently asking you about what was inside.
“ - It’s a latte. A vanilla latte. And don’t worry, I put more milk than coffee. I don’t want you forcing yourself for me.” You acknowledged with a smile.
He nodded and took a sip, humming faintly.
“ - Is this the drink that I inspired?”
“ - Yes.” You answered after a brief pause.
You tried to suppress the idiotic smile creeping on your lips, but you just couldn’t. Just the thought of how excited you’d been while imagining this drink made your heart flutter.
“ - The Newcomer’s Secret.”
Sae glanced at you, still sipping his drink, waiting for you to elaborate.
“ - That’s the name of the drink.” You added.
A shadow of a smirk crossed his lips as he tilted his head and set his cup down, watching you intently.
“ - You gave it a name?”
“ - Yeah…” You trailed off, looking away for a second. “I was thinking about you and—” You pause, looking for the right word.
“ - …what I feel about you.” You said softly.
“- And what do you feel?” Sae replied almost immediately.
You didn’t expect him to ask you that question— at least not directly like this.
Because if you had to be completely honest, your feelings were still blurry, even to you. You really liked him, that was for sure— even though the two of you hadn’t even gone on a proper date yet. But it didn’t really matter to you. Because even with the few times you’d seen each other, talked to each other, it was enough to make you feel safe around him.
Maybe it was the way he had captivated you from the very start, just by waking inside and ordering a coffee? Or maybe it was the fact that you’d never met someone like him before? This aloof demeanor of his, always calm and composed. Or also the way his voice froze you up the first time you heard him? However, you instantly knew he was more than a heartless pretty face. You knew because of his eyes. His eyes were telling you a completely different story. You couldn’t even explain how, but to you it felt like you were the only one who noticed how they were silently speaking.
Yet you knew how ridiculous it was— how could you be already this emotionally attached to someone you barely knew? How could you trust him already? So much that you were willing to step into his world, even when you knew it could be dangerous.
“ - Confused? Overwhelmed?” You said, searching for the right word.
“ - It’s just— I know something’s going on. And I know that you’re the center of everything.”
You looked at him, and he met your gaze. It was soft and reassuring, making you feel at ease.
“ - I trust you… I know it sounds crazy— we barely know each other after all. And we’re not even together yet—but that’s what I feel.”
The words poured out of your mouth all at once, and you let out a shaky breath as you tried to slow down.
“ - I just need to understand what im getting myself into.”
You looked at him with pleading eyes, but he simply gave you an apologetic smile in return.
“ - I want to protect you.”
He reached his hand towards you, and gently tucked a lock of your hair behind your ear. He was looking at you like you, like you were the most precious thing he ever laid his eyes upon. It instantly made your heart melt.
“ - I know you’ve started to notice things, and I know you want to know more. But for your safety… I wont tell you anything.”
You bit you lips, unsure of what to say. He wanted to protect you… Rin had said the exact same thing. And alright, you got that. But from what exactly?
You sighed quietly, trying not show him your frustration too much. You had just told him that you trusted him—so why couldn’t he trust you back?
Sure, Sae had no obligation to tell you about his life or what he was doing with it. After all you, you two weren’t even together. But still, that didn’t mean he could leave you completely in the dark like this. You had every right to know what kind of world you where stepping in, before giving him your heart completely.
“ - Rin’s hurt.”
Sae blinked, slightly taken aback by the sudden change of subject.
“ - Not just because you didn’t chose him when you went to Spain.”
You frowned, recalling how you could feel Rin’s pain through his text.
“ - You left him here in France all alone to take care of your mess.” You said, emphasizing the last word, while looking him straight in the eyes.
You were curious to know about the “mess” but you didn’t ask. You knew he wouldn’t answer you anyway.
Sae stayed silent, quietly watching you with his usual blank expression. Yet you saw a shift in his expression. Even if it was for a split second—you saw pain in his eyes. But just as quickly, it vanished behind his phlegmatic calm.
“ - He thinks you used him and then threw him away when you didnt need him anymore, Sae. And of course, I dont think that’s the case but—”
“ - I didnt choose this life.”
Sae cut you off as he leaned back on the chair, nervously tapping his index finger on the table. You stared at him, tilting your head on the side, wondering what he was talking about.
“ - I never had a choice.” He continued. “I’m just doing what my father expects me to do.” Sae sighed, his eyes drifting in the distance. His expression was guarded, and his eyes were getting colder and colder as if he was reliving painful memories.
“ - Rin has always been follow me around since we were children. That’s how he got involved in this. Because of me.” He paused. “I dont want this life for my little brother.”
You froze for a couple of seconds— Sae was opening up to you!
Well of course, you knew that he was only telling you a small part of the whole story, but it was enough for you for now.
You slowly reached for his restless hand, and intertwined your fingers with his.
Once again, Sae’s eyes were speaking to you. The same ones that usually passed for cold and unreadable to anybody else. Right now, they were telling you how much he had been suffering in silence. And the longer he looked at you, the more your heart bled.
You wanted to tell him that it wasn’t his fault, that he didn’t have to carry this alone— because you wanted to be here for him. Yet, nothing came out. And that made you feel horrible... you had been dying to know more about him, to get closer to the truth. And now that you finally were, the only thing you managed to do was to squeeze his hand a little tighter.
—
8:46 AM
You winced as you looked at the time. You were supposed to open the café a while ago, but talking with Sae had been so exciting and absorbing that you completely lost track of time. And the fact that you had just shared a heartfelt moment with him certainly didn’t help you remember about work. Right now, nothing else mattered, except you and him.
After a while, Sae eventually told you that he had to go. You felt a bit sad but you still nodded with a soft smile, happy that even while being busy, he came and listened to you.
Besides, his phone had been blowing up a lot earlier— which you guessed, was work related. Yet, he still ignored it and stayed with you a little longer. And that made you feel even happier.
You shyly took his hand in yours and led him to the back entrance.
When you opened the door, the cold air outside hit your warm cheeks with a bite, making them turn a light pink. You exhale and stopped in the doorway with Sae doing the same.
Silence filled the air around you both, as you got lost in each other’s eyes. It was like, you two had been transported in a complete new word. A world with no cars passing by, no passerby laughing or talking loudly in the distance— a world with just the two of you.
With your hands still intertwined, Sae gently began stroking the back of your hand with his thumb. It was a simple gesture, but it was enough to bring you back to reality and make you realize that you had been lost in his beautiful turquoise eyes. Instinctively, you lowered your head, with your cheek flushing pink under his piercing gaze.
He chuckled and gently grabbed your chin with his free hand, tilting it back up.
“ - Are you being shy.” He asked, tilting his head on the side with a smug look on his face.
You pursed your lips a little. How could he tease you in a moment like this.
“ - I’m not…” You muttered.
Your heart began to pound in your chest when Sae began brushing his thumb on your cheek, as he leaned towards you. He was close— so close that you could feel his breath softly caressing your skin. And as if you were under a spell, you leaned too.
But just before your lips could meet, a phone suddenly rang inside the café, bursting the bubble of intimacy created around you.
Sae exhaled softly, his eyes still lingering on your lips as he reluctantly let go of your cheek.
“ - I forgot my phone inside…” He murmured softly.
“ - Yeah…” You breathed out.
Sae finally let go of your hand— looking at you one last time, his gaze full of tenderness. He then turned around, going back in the café to fetch his phone.
A fuzzy and tingling sensation began floating in your stomach, making you feel weak. Staring in the distance, the memories of what had just happened flooded your mind— his hot breath on your face, his gaze shifting between your eyes shining with anticipation, and your slightly parted lips— you could almost feel your knees threatening to give in underneath the weigh of your heart, swollen with love. You giggled and simultaneously pressed both of your hands on your face, as you tried to hide the silly grin now spreading on your lips.
Suddenly, a fairly large calloused hand appeared in your sight. You gasped, yet your voice got muffled by the rough hand quickly landing on your mouth. Startled and wide eyed, you froze, unable to process what was happening. Your brain kept screaming “danger” at you, however you stood here unable to move—petrified. You were facing the doorway of the café, with its door still wide open, so you tried extending your arm to reach for the frame of the door— or anything at all.
onto something—anything. dread fill your mind in a storm as your assailant grabbed your left arm pulling you backward with force. A muffled cry escaped you when you met Sae’s terror-struck expression— it was the very first time that you had seen him lose his composure like this. It felt like witnessing a man lose everything in the span of a few second. And yet—even though, you were the one being abducted, you couldn’t stop your heart from aching in response to his pain.
Of course, Sae wasted no time and immediately sprinted in the direction the man had took off.
In the midst of all of this chaos, you could hear a loud noise in the distance—a noise you were sure you had heard before. Then you saw it. Coming at full speed towards you, a black car with tinted windows appeared. Your heart fell out of your chest and the world started spinning around you, leaving a sour aftertaste in your mouth. This car was the exact same car you had seen this morning. And at this moment, you didn’t need to ask yourseft if it was truly the same car. You knew, as soon as you spotted it. The same uneasiness you had felt this morning the first time, came back and punched you in the gut, making you sob. You panicked, trashing and jerking your body how you could to slow the man down.
You desperately called for Sae— or at least you tried to, but only muffled sound were coming out of your mouth as it was covered by the man’s hand. Frustration began to knack at you saw the more the car came closer. Panic came you like electric waves blasting into you, making your body jerk and trash however you could to slow the man down.
Luckily, Sae managed to catch up. He wasted no time and grabbed the man by his neck, kinking him hard in one of his shin. The assailant lost balance and immediately fell to the ground, yanking you down with him. But just before you hit the ground, Sae caught you at the last second, pulling you close to his chest.
Once in his arms, he held you even tighter like he would never let go— like he couldn’t bear seeing you get taken away from him once again. He then wrapped his trembling arms around you, and gently pressed your head to his heaving chest. The sound of his pounding heart reverberated loudly in your head, but you found it strangely soothing. The man who had tried to kidnap you got back up quickly, and rushed in the black car that had stopped a few meters away from you both. But Sae didn’t spare him a glance, his entire focus remaining on you.
Once you knew you were safe in Sae’s arms, your nerves gave out and a torrent of tears started streaming down your cheeks. Your whole body began shaking due to the outburst of emotions crashing through you all at once. You opened your mouth to breath, but only a short exhale came out making you panic even more. Your throat was on fire and you suddenly became hyper aware of every single cell of your body. Somehow, you could hear everything yet nothing at the same time— you felt like you were dying.
“ - Hey—Hey! Calm down Y/N, I’m here…”
You heard a voice calling out to you, you knew it was Sae’s, yet his voice seemed so far away. He gently cupped your cheek, slowly stroking it with his thumb, while supporting your body in his arms.
“ - Breathe for me, àngel.” He said softly. “Take a deep breath.”
You tried to focus on your breathing which made your chest rose up and down with the rhythm of each breaths you were taking.
“ - I-I was so s-scared Sae—”
You hiccuped, squeezing your eyes shut as Sae kissed your wet cheeks.
“ - It’s okay àngel I’m here. I’ll never let something happen to you— I’m here.”
You sniffled, your breathing finally steading thanks to Sae. He grabbed one of your hand, squeezing it tightly as he searched for your gaze. When your eyes finally met his, you could definitely see how much what had just happened affected him too. Yet to not scare you he simply gave you a weak smile while gently wiping the trail your tears had left behind.
“ - What the fuck is going on here.”
Your head snapped towards the owner of the voice—Rin. You could feel his incomprehension, as his eyes shifted between you and his brother, hugging on the ground.
You opened your mouth to say something—anything— but the look of betrayal that he gave you as he stood there, left you speechless. You were unable to voice a single word. And from here, you bit your lip, knowing that he understood everything.
Waffle’s note -> OMG!!! I’m done finally ;-; this chapter was so fucking long. I was way too ambitious fr.. At some point I just had to take a long break from it ugh. Plus things happened in my life so yeah. That’s why it took so long. Anyway!! This chapter concludes the part 1 of the SMAU. Well I still have THE major plot point that was supposed to be in the first part too. But since I ended up shortening the story (and cuz I really need a break lol) now I have to figure out the rest before I get back to writing again. So yeah I’m gonna do just that
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I remember, when I just started learning English, being SO dumbstruck at the concept of missing someone like i couldn’t comprehend what do y’all meant by “I miss YOU?????” Tf??? Wdym I miss you?? You’re the one that I miss??? I know it makes sense to you guys but before I was just like WTF?? cuz in french we say TU me manques-> basically YOUR absence is making me miss you/ you’re missing FROM ME.
And saying I miss you was like saying Je te manque in french which is like saying “you miss me” instead of “I miss you”
So I = Je, miss = manque, You= te
Oh so ->Je te manque? wrong! Tu me manques? Yes
And Tu = You, me (muh) manques = miss me (me is I in this context)
So does it means ->You miss me? NOPE! I miss you
See why I was losing my mind back then?
Tu me manques is I miss you
And it’s so mind blowing when you finally understand that french focuses on how the person’s absence is affecting you: you are the one suffering from the other’s absence, TU me manques -> your absence is making me miss you. Or the fact that you are not here is making me miss you (that’s how I explain it to myself lol)
But English focuses on how the speaker feel the person’s absence: I miss you -> I AM feeling your absence
I probably didn’t explain it right cuz now that I understand it perfectly it kinda blurs in my head and it’s like wait why was this confusing already?? Both make perfect sense??? ugh but I hope i got my point across 😭😭
I had exactly the same experience in reverse (English-speaker learning French) and, while I assume this is not the implication between native French speakers, the switch of subject and object still causes me to interpret "tu me manques" like an accusation: "I miss you (this is your fault, a crime against me, the innocent victim)".
Wow… I never knew it could be interpreted that way for an English speaker, it’s so interesting!
But I can see why it could come off as accusing (since now I understand English), but we french really just mean, “you matter so much to me that I feel your absence.” It’s me being vulnerable with you. You’re (the person) put on a pedestal, the center of the speaker’s attention.
You play lads too? 🥹 it’s been a whiiiiile i haven’t played tbh so i know about Caleb but i haven’t played with him yet ugh i need to go back to it 😩😩
YOU PLAY LADS??? I just started last Saturday haha! It's actually so good haha! Got me giggling and all! I just got Sylus and Caleb (as a companion) but I haven't played Caleb's journey or parts in the main story.
YES LMAO started playing last year thanks to a friend and I’m obsessed about the story line omg! I love it so much when I’ll go in hiatus I’ll start playing it again!!
I started playing with Xavier but Rafayel snatched me away (HE’S SO CUTE OMG ILH JDKSKDJDJ!!) but then Sylus showed up😩😩😩 (I’m currently torn between my 2 fav character types the cutie that’s been in love with u forever and the bad boy that you can’t shake off no matter what you do ;-;) AND NOW CALEB OMG ITS TOO MUCH FOR ME TO HANDLE
uhmmm what . what what what what !!!!!!! pawing at him 4 a crumb of attention . very unwell . WHAT A BEAUTIFUL GORGEOUS MANNN ૮꒰ྀི⊃⸝ ⸝ ⸝⊂꒱ྀིა he is so so so handsome . sae i love u i love u i love u i love —
Just tasted tapioca pearls for the first time of my life (I usually go for popping boba with my bubble tea) and respectfully, what the fuck. I’m sorry but they are terrible 😔
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Just tasted tapioca pearls for the first time of my life (I usually go for popping boba with my bubble tea) and respectfully, what the fuck. I’m sorry but they are terrible 😔
heartbreak weather
bachira meguru x fem!reader
part two
Synopsis: Did it really happen? What are you gonna fo next? Does Bachira Meguru actually like you?
Tags and Themes: fluff, best friends to lovers, post-kiss clarity, Bachira might be a poet, reader is confused as hell
Author's notes: I was inspired to write this while I listened to the new Smosh Reddit Stories episode! This is a lot shorter than the last one, and I think you'll like this too!
Read part one here!
photo grabbed from Lilyet ✨on Pinterest!
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You woke up the next day with those memories, both clear as day and as blurry as the watercolor you saw in Bachira's pretty eyes.
You knew you kissed him. He kissed you, actually. Was it supposed to happen?
What will happen now? How will you open that conversation with him? Because he texted you like nothing happened.
Were you regretting it? What do you actually feel about him? Does he... Does he like you?
Do you like him beyond friendship?
These questions tormented you for three days, causing you to avoid Bachira at all costs. It wasn't something you've thought about, anyway... You and him beyond friendship, that is. You knew Bachira's gonna be a part of your life until you grow old...
But being with him? That's a territory you never dared to step on.
Bachira is so easy to be with. He knows everything about you, your quirks, your cues, all the things you adore, may it be years old or the ones you just started to love. He listens well, surprisingly, for someone who's always buzzing around, getting distracted by something he sees in the shops or on his phone. He treats you well, always putting you first whenever you hang out together. He's always there for you, just as you are for him.
Bachira is a perfect match for you.
But why are you...
Ah! Stop thinking!
You gotta talk it out with him. You have to make it clear.
But the more you think about it, the more your heart flutters. If you were honest for just a second, you actually loved the kiss... You loved the feel of his lips gently pressing against yours, how he just knew how to do it so well. You loved how the whiskey tasted on his lips, and you think you got even more drunk from the taste. You loved how his hands held you close, afraid that you would topple over because of your sluggishness.
If you were sober, you'd think that was the best first kiss of your life.
So...
Confronting Bachira was the only way.
So you called him over.
And he came, bright and cheerful, whining about how he missed you so much. You missed him, too, you murmured.
And when you sat down to talk, you suddenly felt all antsy. How will he even see the situation?
"Meguru," You started, "about... The partyyyy..."
"Yeah?"
"Did we... Did we really make out?"
Bachira stiffened like a prey caught in action. The tips of his ears reddened as seconds passed, and he lowered his head. "Yeah... About that... I'm really sorry, y/n. We were drunk and-"
"I enjoyed it."
Bachira shot up and met your gaze, his honey eyes wide in surprise. "I enjoyed it a lot," You said once more. "I... I'm just afraid that whatever happened that night might ruin what we have now. We've been best friends since we were young. So... When we kissed... I was afraid to confront the situation, seeing that I see you as my best friend. But I am curious as to where this will lead us, Megs. Do you get me?"
Bachira nodded, understanding what you just said. And he felt that it was his turn to pour his feelings out.
"Honestly, y/n," He murmured, "I've liked you since middle school, before Blue Lock. I... I didn't know how to tell you, so I carried this affection with me in that place and in everything I do. Sometimes I wish it would go away... But every time I remember you and that face of yours, I can't live with the idea of not... Loving you. I am so in love with you."
Never in your life have you heard such lovely words as the ones you heard now. You wanted to tease Bachira for being such a poet, but at this moment, you wondered if this would work... If you and Bachira...
"I mean, if you wanted to try it out first, it's-"
"Yes," You cut him off. "I'd... I'd love to try... Maybe we could go on a date? Like... Are you free this week?"
Oh, you swore you could've slapped that smirk on his face, and the way his lids would fall halfway, as if teasing you. He was, actually.
"Since you asked so nicelyyyy..."
That earned a punch on his arm, and Bachira just laughed. Safe to say, Bachira was your perfect match, after all
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Nagi exhaled, leaning down on the crane supporting the cargo ship he’s been assigned to watch. Drowsiness rushed in his brain, making his eyes flutter, as the cold night air crashed against his face. He shivered, cheeks turning pink from the cold as he slipped his hands in his pockets. Nagi wasn’t really used to feel the cold, he has been trained for that after all. He could endure it to some extent—longer than a regular human in fact. But to pull that off, he needed to be in top shape and sleep a lot. And the problem was here— he’s been four days since he had slept properly, and today he reached his limit.
As he rubbed the sleepiness out of his eyes, Nagi yawned and stretched in an attempt to wake up his stiff muscles. He looked up at the sky— a starless sky as the clouds seemed to cover them all, leaving the calm and tranquil harbor in the dark. The wind blew in the nearby bushes, and a strong smell of fish filled the air. That was weird because all the containers that had fish left four hours ago. Almost instantly, his eyes flicked to the side, as he noticed something moving inside it. He hummed curiously.
Behind him a guy of the Mikage Corp, probably going out for a break, greeted him with a bow, walking past him.
“ - Wait. Nagi said in a detached voice. Stay here for five minutes. I’m just gonna stretch my legs a bit.”
The guy was about to protest, but one cold glance from Nagi was enough to shut him up. He nodded and did as he was told— stood in front the entrance of the ship, and watched Nagi disappear in the maze of containers lined up on the dock.
Nagi stretched again, bouncing lightly as he cracked his joints, trying to wake himself up.
“ - I almost fucked up.” He murmured.
All those sleepless night didn’t help at all. He had been careless lately, and his natural instincts started to dull a bit.
But then again, he never thought this simple job Reo gave him would turn into a full on enemy hunt. Well now that he had all the cards in hand, everything made sense. He finally understood how his father was had been able to find him six month after he first came to France, and how a mole that seemed to come out of nowhere, had been able to infiltrate them without anyone noticing. The enemy had already infiltrated the ship when Nagi got on, heading to France.
That would also explain why his father didn’t send anyone until the end of last year. He had been slowly replacing all the mikage guys with his own—including all the guys working in the pits.
He should have known his father wasn’t going to give up on his most prized creation. Not after everything he put into his creation…
However, this whole situation was starting to give him a headache. He was made to follow orders, not deciding things on his own like this. He’s been trying to hide the constant flow of men his father had been sending for him since the beginning of this year.
And it was getting harder and harder for him to handle. His father’s men often ambushed him at night— and even in the morning, making him late to work. Sometimes, they would break into his apartment, staying hidden until he fell asleep. They never let him rest. And he was starting to get more vulnerable by the day, just like his father had planned. After all, his father created him— and he knew exactly how to destroy him too.
He finally stopped walking, and sat on a massive rock that’s been sitting there.
“ - Come out.” He said with a firm voice.
A young man— just a few years younger than him—walked out of the shadows, face hidden under a large hood. But even with his hood on, Nagi still could still make out the smirk plastered on the man’s face.
“- You’re still in decent shape I’m impressed.” The man applauded with a faux smile. Killing twenty of our guys in only one week was really a piece of cake for you— as expected.” He laughed, tilting his head down.
Nagi didn’t respond—he didn’t find necessary to do so. He simply stared at the him, with an unreadable expression. Because of that, frustration flickered on the guy’s face, but he let it go rather quickly, relaxing his jaw in a haughty smile.
“ - I don’t understand why you’re doing this.” Nagi could still make out a knot of bitterness in his voice, despite the faux smile.
“ - You have father’s approval, yet you behave like this…”
Nagi stood up from the rock as the man loomed closer.
“ - Come back with me, big brother. He said suddenly, with a serious tone—tho Nagi could still hear an edge of excitement. Father will be thrilled to have you back!”
“ - I’m not coming back. Nagi said bluntly, shattering any remaining hope his brother had left. But i’ll let you leave. Go tell father that whatever he’s doing isn’t going to work.”
A dry chuckle escaped him as he processed Nagi’s words.
“ - You know fucking well that if i go back I’ll get killed. I’m not you… the perfect creation, the best of the best.” Laughing bitterly, he shoved his hands in his pockets, his shoulder slumping as the thought of getting killed by his father crossed his mind.
“ - That’s why I’ll be the one to succeed in bringing you back. And father will be proud of me.” He declared head down.
“ - If you’re doing this for his approval then forget it. He’ll never love you, he’s—”
“ - I KNOW! I fucking know that.” The man snapped, voice cracking a little bit as he whipped the air with his hand, in a fit of rage.
He sighed, lowering his gaze to the ground, fighting back the storm of raw emotions ravaging his heart. And an overflowing sadness, made him bit his lips. He tried to calm down as sensing his brother silent gaze. He put back his hands in the pocket of his hoodie, not bothering to hide his sorrow anymore.
He shook his head, chuckling with bitter disappointment as his eyes locked with Nagi’s— reflecting nothing else but indifference and impassivity.
“ -Of course… how could the perfect son ever understand what i feel.” He muttered, barely audible.
The man eyes burned with jealousy—a jealousy that had been eating him alive for years. So he lunged at Nagi, pulling a pretty large knife from the pocket of his hoodie. Nagi saw the knife coming toward his face and barely managed to dodge. But immediately, seeing the man taking another step toward him, trying to strike again, he ducked down. He set his hands on the ground, shifting his weight on them as he rotated himself using on of his leg to unbalance his opponent, making him crash on his back with a loud thud.
Without hesitation, Nagi grabbed the knife while the man was still stunned on the ground, then placed his foot on his shoulder joint to pin him down as he pressed the tip of the knife to the guy’s throat.
“ - How many guys are left?”
“ -I dont know. The guy admitted. Lost track of it.”
“ - Give me a rough estimation.”
Nagi pressed the knife a little deeper. Deep enough for a drop of blood to roll against the man’s neck, making him wince.
“ - Fuck you. He articulated, snickering. Dad will never stop sending people. Not until his precious son goes back home.
Though his voice had a mocking edge to it, his face was twisted in a sour and vulnerable expression. He couldn’t hide the pain anymore, hot slowly flowing tears down his face.
“ - I’m sorry father… He chocked out. I couldn’t bring him back your precious Seishiro.”
Nagi was speechless. It was the first time one of his brother showed that much emotions. They usually came and fought to death like any other assassin. After all they were weapons— lethal killing machines used at the whims of their father. Useful to accomplish missions assigned to them, with little to no fear of death. Nothing less, nothing more. But right now… that wasn’t what he was seeing.
So he just stared at him— at his face— trying to detect any remaining will to fight his brother might have left.
There was none. He saw nothing else but pure hurt and an exhausted spirit. He didn’t know what to do, what to say. He never had to deal with that. He didn’t know how to handle it. So he chose to ignore it.
As he was about to get up, the man grabbed his arm, gripping it tightly.
“ - Kill me already! He rasped, clenching his jaw. I’ll never be like you anyway, so what’s the point? I’ll never be enough.”
A bitter chuckle escaped the man’s throat, as he reached out towards the dark sky with his other arm.
“ - Father never loved me, he never will. He doesn’t even bother remembering my name.” He sobbed, squeezing his chest, heavy with sadness.
“ - I’ll remain a nameless guy for him. He croaked, his voice sour. I’m his greatest failure.”
Nagi got up and dusted off his hands.
“ - Why the fuck aren’t you killing me!?”
Nagi sighed, putting his hands in his pockets.
“ - Go.”
“ - What?”
“ - Leave. He advised. Forget about me— about everything you know about our family so far.”
He sighed. Letting an enemy go was definitely something he had never done before.
“ - Go to Spain, find a pit and ask for L. Luna.”
He watched his brother get up with difficulty, wincing from the pain.
“ - Just say you come in Itoshi Sae's name and he’ll help you. You’ll have to work for it, though.
“ - I dont fucking need you pity!”
Nagi shrugged, ready to leave yet he stopped and turned around.
“ - For your information, father doesn’t love me either. He just needs his most prized tool back. Nagi looked at him one last time before adding …I’ve decided i dont want to be that anymore. Not for him at least.
Then, he left.
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Standing in front of the ship’s entrance, back to his usual position, Nagi yawned, eyes blinking away the sleepiness. He wanted to go home, but he couldn’t. Another ship was coming soon, and it was probably full of his’s fathers men again. His mission was to protect the merchandise, but in reality, it was more about protecting everyone back at the café than anything else.
He groaned, thinking about all the work waiting for him.
Then his thought shifted to Y/N. “You and Sae have something going on, huh…” he thought, tilting his head up towards at the sky. The clouds were slowly drifting away, finally letting the stars shine. He hummed, deep in thought. Sae taking an interest in Y/N wasn’t part of his plan, but at least it was a good solution to protect her. Better than killing every guy sent to tail her.
Now that she was finally safe, he could relax—because he wouldn’t know what he would do if anything happened to her…
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The first time you stepped foot in the Shadow Castle, something inside you cracked.
Not broke…cracked.
Like stone giving way beneath years of pressure.
You told yourself it was just the mana in the air. The eeriness of the shadows. The distant pull of death magic woven into every wall.
But then you saw him.
And everything inside you went quiet.
Igris.
The knight in crimson. Sword in hand. Silent as ever.
The others bowed when Jinwoo passed. Igris didn’t move—but his eyes landed on you. And something inside you shifted like the sound of a forgotten melody.
You didn’t say anything. Neither did he.
But he followed you with his gaze long after the others turned away.
It took days before you were alone in the throne room.
Jinwoo had gone to handle a gate. Beru had scuttled off after him. The castle was empty, but you weren’t alone.
He stood in the center of the room, unmoving. The empty black throne towered behind him like a ghost of a crown that never found its king.
You stepped in slowly.
“I know this sounds insane,” you said softly. “But I feel like I’ve been here before.”
Still silence.
Your eyes scanned the room. The banners. The shattered sword by the staircase. The window of crimson glass that painted the floor in blood-red light.
“I knew it even before I met you. But the second I saw you… it hit harder.”
His head tilted.
You walked closer. “I’ve been dreaming about you. For weeks. A knight in red. Always standing between me and danger. Never speaking. Just watching. Always watching.”
He lowered his sword slowly, resting the tip against the floor.
“I think I was someone else once,” you whispered. “And I think you were someone to me.”
A flicker of red passed through his eyes. You weren’t imagining it. You saw it—that sliver of emotion behind a thousand years of silence.
“I don’t know what you remember,” you said. “But I know what I felt the first time you looked at me.”
You were standing right in front of him now. The height difference was still there. The armor still imposing. But his presence wasn’t suffocating it was grounding.
“You remembered first,” you said quietly. “Didn’t you?”
He moved, slow and deliberate one hand rising, armor clinking faintly, until his fingers brushed a strand of hair from your cheek.
He paused there.
You closed your eyes.
And then like a wave breaking you remembered.
The palace of gold. The embroidered red of your gown. The secret corridor where he would stand after nightfall, just to see you from afar.
The way he always knelt when spoken to.
The way he never touched you.
Until that final night when the kingdom fell and you ran to him, sobbing, your crown cracked, your lips whispering the words that had been forbidden.
“I love you.”
You opened your eyes.
“Igris,” you whispered.
His hand trembled.
You reached for it and held it between your own. Cold armor. Familiar weight.
“Why didn’t you say anything?” you asked.
He lowered his head. Still no words.
But then—slowly—he sank to one knee before you.
Just like he used to.
You let your hand rest against the side of his helmet, fingers curling along the curve of steel.
“You waited this long,” you whispered. “But I’m here now. I came back.”
His free hand rose again hesitating. Then he pressed it over your heart, right where your old royal crest would’ve rested on your chest.
You felt it again that heat in your bones. That quiet sense of home.
“I remember you,” you whispered. “I remember us.”
And finally after lifetimes of silence he moved.
He stood. Slowly. Deliberately. Still careful. Still reverent.
But this time, he didn’t kneel again.
Instead, he leaned in.
His forehead pressed lightly against yours—armor cold, mana buzzing beneath his skin. No words. Just closeness. Just history.
His lips didn’t quite meet yours.
Not yet.
He was still waiting for permission.
You gave it.
Your hand slid up to his jaw barely brushing the edge of his cheek beneath the helmet.
And then you leaned in and kissed him first.
It was soft. Careful. A meeting of something ancient. And for the first time in centuries, the throne room wasn’t filled with silence—
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