Isekai'd! Reader after they somehow got every bot to fall for them by being an awkward little gremlin trying to hide they know everything that's going to happen in the story: (No, the Reader does not know how they did it either. This was not their plan, they just wanted to save their favourite bot from dying. They need help.)
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To have your hair cut is the ultimate insult. Not just a spitting in the face of one's parents; but a defacement of their gift. One they worked so hard, for so long, to give you. Yet... so MUCH can be done. With just a single strand of hair.
Power. The likes of which? Most could not imagine. This is because, it is the sacrifice of "Body". A part of your metaphorical, if not technical, "flesh" as it were. Counted just as valid as any finger or toe. Yes, perhaps, not as POWERFUL as blood and bone, but... then again...
It is only a single hair.
So, what, one must ask? Would happen... Could happen... could one be GIFTED? From... MORE?
Not just one hair. But hand fulls. Chunks. A whole head of long thick locks? Hundreds and hundreds, thousands of strands? So very, very much of your "Body"? What power could you call upon? What sort of gods? Heavenly beasts and world shaking powers? Dragons, perhaps?
Shixiong bent the world to it's knees. Gods bowing, mountains shaking, as heavenly dragons came upon his command. Power so great it burst the spiritual veins of lesser cultivars. Qi thick as molten earth, golden as sunlight through honey. It was... transcendent.
The strands twisted into great and heavenly forms. Night turning to day. His array, a thing of intricate, thousand folding beauty! As a craftsman? A maker of mere talismans and toys? How could I not be... be... breathless? Bewitched? Entranced. Even there, in the midst of battle? It... gods... it was so BEAUTIFUL.
How can I ever hope to match it? Will I ever match it? I was certainly inspired. My mind, filled with visions of white and gold. Dances of fury and light, trapped within me.
I honestly haven't been able to stop.
That... that deadly dance. Righteous gold and light, heavenly dragons and flashing blades... Against the rolling, calamitous, storm of the heavenly demons. Darkly beautiful and delighting in their slaughter. Bloodlust singing as fatal claws clash against righteous blade. Rougish, flamboyant. Cracking along the edges of their masks to reveal the monsters just inside.
Our sect did not fall. But we were lucky... weren't we? And so many were not. Lesser Sects and mortal villages. Traveling cultivators, caught unaware. Temples and holy places. Defended, valiant, but overwhelmed in the end. None were strong enough. None came close.
And so I work.
Work and work and WORK.
I can fix this. I... I know I can! Surely. Maybe. H-hopefully? Or else what is it all FOR? This second chance? This knowledge I got to keep? If I wasn't meant to use it. Take bits and pieces, of stories I had read and watched, and make them real? Rain made of swords and blossoms, vast arrays bend space and time, the blending of science and fiction!
What, is my peak? If not the home of the Artificer? The Crafter? Maker of things? Talismans, yes. But we do so much MORE. I...I can do so much more.
I just need TIME.
Lifting my tool, I let the frustration wash over me. Careful. So very, very careful. Not to let my emotions ruin my work. One moment's tantrum, after all, can lead to months wasted. And... and I can't afford that. Not if I'm to help.
Because, ultimately? I will never be a martial cultivator. My sword is all be decorative. More a focal for meditation then a weapon. I use it more in class then... well... Too be honest? I have only used it in class. At best? I can defend myself. Hopefully.
(It is not something I ever wish to test. That theory.)
My reaction times are too slow. I hesitate. Am far too absorbed in crafting and meditation, then I am training and the physical world. Shizun half expects me to move to a hidden world, once my training is complete. And... well... I am considering it.
Perhaps I am a coward.
Another pinprick letter carved. One more in the endless stream, stretching in a flowing wave around the wooden sword. The REAL pain? Is going to be carving the spiritually rich stones, precious and otherwise, as well as shaping the metals, that will fit in each of these thousand of tiny indents. Making it smooth. Again, not hard, just... tedious.
I imagine that's why no one does it. Dispite the strength it results in. Each letter lending its power. Doing something. It will age well, I think. Grow powerful. Might even become a Treasure. Something worth some famous naming, in a century or so.
They never do see to appreciate that. How long it takes. To make the wonders and treasures they throw around like trash. Keep like trophies. If it does not shine and spit rainbows, with tassels and fire to impress? Can it really be called a sword? Forget what it DOES! How HARD it was to MAKE! The love and skill that went into it!! Is it SHINY? A thousand years and covered in jewels?
I pull my tool back again to sigh, aggravated. I have got to stop doing that. Being slower then my peers is not a failing, I remind myself. My strength is not in waving a sword. It is MAKING them. Treasures and wonders. Creation takes TIME to be done well. Cheap and fast costs lives. Remember your training.
A quite creak of floor boards and the knocking of knuckles against a door frame. Soft but deliberate, to announce a presence. When no one responds to the noise, I glance up in confusion. Huh. The workshop is empty. Going by the light outside? Unsurprising. It's... later then I thought it was. Guess they let me work.
"Shemei? May this one intrude?"
Ah. Shit, right!
Carefully putting my tools to the side, I bid... whomever, enter. I can't see them yet. They have a nice voice though. Low and smooth. I rattle off the standard "don't touch this or that, you'll loose fingers. If you break anything, this peak, collectively, will break you." Shpeal. (Shizun makes us memorize it.)
Glancing up as I put my project back on it's stand, I choke on my tounge. Wut. How?! HI?!!? Shixiong!!!! WHAT!?
"This one hopes he is not intruding upon your valuable working time." He mummers, fan coming up to cover the lower half of his face.
He looks... amused? Charmed? No there's something different there. Fuck, I'm out of practice with the Non-crafters crowd. Brain says "like he saw a cute squeaky animal he wants to bite(maybe suggestive?)" but that's not right. Thanks brain! Very USEFUL! Glad I can count on you, in these trying times! Shit. Uuuuuuuhh.....
"I hope you will forgive this Shixiong, but I asked around to find you." What. "You are that make of this fan, yes?"
From his sleeve, he pulls out a very familiar work. Battered to absolute hell, but unmistakable. Defiance!? My BABY! What have you DONE to them!? The battle fan, MEANT to be a magnificent white and gold, is blood stained and bent. Burned! Nicked! ARE THOSE ACID HOLES!?
The sound I make is unholy. My boy fan! Look at what they've done to my boy fan!
YOU BASTARD!
Thats it! Crush over! Dead man walking! I snatch the fan back so hard I'm surprised I don't snap fingers. Granted, I get the impression he let's me take it from him. But that's probably because he sees the MURDER in my eyes! FUCKER! What did you even DO to this poor fan!? Beat it against ROCK!? Acid, knive covered ROCKS!?
"Ah. No." His voice comes out shaking, just ever so slightly. His shoulders match. From the curve of his eyes? It can only be restrained laughter. "This one is afraid that it was the demons who so disrespect your masterful work."
Oh? OH?! This is FUNNY to you? Is it?! My baby! My beloved, Defiance! Mangled! MAIMED! And you LAUGH!? Bastard! Scoundrel! Fuck you!! How DARE-!!!
He can no longer contain it. Doubling over in a roar of laughter as I curse him out. My hands never leaving the fan I am carefully repairing. Yanking open drawers and slamming them. Stomping past him to get what I need. I should keep it! Never give it back! If you can't take care of-!
"Oh but Shemei, I take excellent can of all my things."
Clearly NOT! Defiance is a MESS and-! I pause. My brain catching up with my ears. Alarm bells ringing in my head as red flags flap. The workroom feels... off, suddenly. What was that tone? Excuse me? What, exactly, was that tone? Glancing down, I see one of Shizun's projects. Freshly completed. The glue is dry under my fingers as I, oh so casually, brush over it.
The little knife fits neatly in my palm. I turn. Not fully, but enough. Do not move back to my workstation. Because you know what? Suddenly I feel a bit more comfortable over here... by the project drying racks. Where all the weapons are. I'm sure you don't minds, do you? Shixiong?
"Oh dear, I've made you nervous." He says, handsome face charming, eye alight with laughter. But that tone. I don't like that tone. "Surely Shemei doesn't think this Shixiong would do anything suspicious or untoward? This one is an honorable man."
It's said so mockingly. Through gently smiling teeth. As though the very concept of an honorable man is absurd. And the shift? From polite to informal language? Cracks in a mask? Or a deliberate peek? The way he pulls himself up from his doubled over state, leaning braced as he had laughed himself sick...
Slow and deliberate. Nearly lazy. As though trying to say "there, there, see? No threat here~! Calm, calm." Yet... all I truely see? Is the spectacular control of his own body. An awareness of how he appears. And the unmistakable grace of a predator pretending they're NOT. He fools no one.
He seems delighted.
"You make such beautiful things, Shemei. Such clever hands. Such a clever mind." His voice is soft, almost obscene in the near silence of the workroom. I don't like how he's looking at me. "I had wondered. Surely not, right? Dreams can only ever disappoint. And yet..."
His eyes flit over me. Like the brush of covetous hands, drinking in something they could not yet have. Hungry. Dangerous. I drew closer to the shelves. Edged towards the door. Those were not the eyes of a righteous cultivator. Demonic influence? Qi deviation? Poisoning? I couldn't tell. Didn't CARE. Something wasn't right and I wanted nothing to do with it.
"Poor Shemei~. Stuck with this big, scary Shixiong. So nervous~ your poor maidens heart!" He laughed, like a cat with a cornered mouse. Half delighted. Half hungry for something I wasn't certain I wanted to name. "Going to run from me? Ah, but what if I chase you, Shemei? What will you do then?"
I was close enough, I decided. Fuck this! Keeping him in sight, I gave up all pretense. And stiffly walked for the door. Prepared to bolt.
"You are!" He didn't move to chase me. Just looked delighted. Grin showing more and more teeth the closer I got to the door. "Good, good~ that's right, Shemei. You're a special girl. Shixiong needs to earn your love. But don't worry~"
Driving for the door, I run. The last thing I hear chilling down my spine.
Note: I’m so sorry that this chapter and the chapters previous brought so much pain. The song is Bokutachi wa Hikari by Muse from the Love Live Movie which completely ruined my life I thought I was done with Kira Kira Sensation but this was much worse. Also, here are a couple of English Covers. I used lines from both of them so either one is alright. Here’s the live so you have an idea of the dance in case you want to skip the drama that is this version I made up. Basically, I blazed through this song because it makes me so sad. If it’s not as good as it normally is I’m so sorry. I’m awful at putting characters through pain. The next chapter splits to Hau’s Ending and Gladion’s Ending though so I look forward to giving you all double the fluff.
Pairings: Gladion x Reader, or Gladion x Moon if you prefer. Hau x Reader.
“She’s keeping something from you.” Hau starts and Gladion immediately wishes he’d taken a seat before this conversation started. He’d stopped crying and for some reason it was as if he’d not really been crying because of you but for you because Hau had the state of mind to poke his head into your dressing room and ask if you were alright. “But, it’s not for bad reasons. It’s because she cares in her strange way.”
“I figured you’d tell me what it was instead of defending her.” Gladion tilted his head, leaning back against the wall.
“I must be crazy, then.” Hau chuckles, downing a bottle of water.
Gladion took the empty bottle and tossed it into a trash can, handing him a new one. “She told me about the song, about her dad.”
Hau squinted at him in confusion. “How much about her dad?” He asked.
“That she used to not want him around and now she does.” Gladion admitted and Hau sighed in response, shaking his head. “Were you crying because you felt how much she wanted to know her father?” He asked.
“Look, I cried because of how much she wanted to know herself.” Hau stood up and stared into Gladion’s eyes trying his best to discipher him. “I see her as a friend, Lillie sees her as an idol, and you see her as a rival. How do you think she sees herself?” He asked, eyes full of hope.
“I-” Gladion bit his lip.
What did he know about you outside of battle? Did he even know you?
And even if he thought he did, did he know the way you preferred your coffee? Or if you snored? Or if you liked your eggs scrambled or sunny side up?
Did he want to know?
Looking back, he’d define you depending on what you were trying to accomplish for the region. She was Team Skull meddler, then she was Lillie’s protector, then she was Alola’s protector. But, what was she before and after and in between all that? Did anyone know?
Did she know?
“Yeah.” Hau patted him on the shoulder. “I don’t know either.” The crowd started cheering and they both took a step out of Hau’s dressing room only to find you already out there beaming at everyone. “Was she scheduled for an intermission number?”
Gladion picked up the program from Hau’s desk and spotted your name right between Lawrence and his name. “Yes, which means Ilima comes on after this.”
“She talked to me before she went on.” Ilima said, poking his head out of his dressing room. “I-I think you should go next.”
Hau turned to look at Gladion worriedly.
“Why on Earth-” Gladion glared at them but before he could say anything the lights went off and the spotlight was set on you standing onstage holding a microphone. Gladion came closer, wondering why you weren’t using your usual microphone, the ones that framed your face so you could dance. “What is she doing?”
You clear your throat, staring at everyone as their cheers grew quiet until no one made a sound waiting for you to start singing. But, you didn’t.
“I have something important to say before I sing.” You swallowed a lump in your throat and breathed. “This might be the last time I sing for you all in a while.” The reaction is immediate but you don’t let the whispers become any louder or you fear someone will stop you. “I’ll be leaving Alola tomorrow. My championship role will be taken over by Hau until I come back.”
The noises of distress continue at a murmur but people are stopping to hear your reasoning.
“But I will come back.” Clutching the microphone in front of you, you nod. “And this song is proof of that promise.”
And, as always, the music started and you became their shining idol.
The piano started up and you turn, plastering on a smile. “Ah, so it began with a subtle premonition.” Pointing out to the crowd you bring your hand to your chest sadly. “Ah, wishes came true!” Turning to your right, you hold the hands of the crowd beaming up endearingly at you. “Lighting up just like the starry skies.”
“We were like flowers blooming.” Turning to your left, you spot Lillie who blows kisses to you, nodding in support. “We were always smiling.” Returning to the center of the stage, you high five Acerola and Mallow who join you teary eyed. “Even though things have changed,” Mallow made a crying motion. “The bond we share is still the same.” Acerola spun around you and placed a hand on your arm.
“We will not forget, we will not regret til the end of time.” All three of you hug and pose. “Even at the start I knew that your heart would be one with mine.” Stepping forward step by step, you reach out a hand to Lillie in the crowd and help her up onto the stage.
“Now that we’ve discovered the world!” Lillie sang.
“We’ll sing it out” You sing.
“Loud and proud” Mallow and Acerola echo, all of you creating a circle and walking. “With all our hearts smiling til the end.” You all sing, stopping when you and Lillie were at the center.
“Together we’re one single light!” You reach out to the audience and smile widely.
Everyone raised their glow sticks, waving them frantically.
“Now is the time for the little bird to fly, spread your wings take to the sky.” Lillie placed a hand on your shoulder, giving you a hug. “I knew that you’d soar up so high!” She waved as she disappeared backstage.
“The royal sea beckons us endearingly” Mallow steps forward, dragging Acerola along with her. “With its colorful beauty.” Raising your chin, they place a cape over you, tying it on with a large bow at the center.
“Even though we don’t know where we will go,” You wave at them as they excited stage left and feel a tap on your shoulder. “It all seems like a dream you painted here with me.” You turn around and gasp.
Hau stands there, holding a crown in his hands absolutely teary eyed. “Would you like to go back in time with me?” He sings.
Your lower lip wobbles as he places the crown daintily on your head. Once it’s secure, you jump up to hug him almost sobbing onto his shoulder.
 “Should we go?” You sing shakily, feeling Hau’s laughter shake through your body. He lets you go and wipes the tears off your face.
“No no no.” He answers, giving you a look that said belief and faith and trust and love.
Turning back to the crowd so you don’t have to watch Hau leave, you sing. “Let’s enjoy the show.”
The crowd moved back and at first you didn’t understand but you realized this was the part of the song where the instrumental was soft. They were humming to it and the Kahunas were stepping forward, raising candles to send you off.
You clutch the cape closer to yourself to keep from going down there to hug them all. Placing all your gratefulness into the song, you spun around, letting the cape fly back braced by the wind.
“I treasure the time spent together.” You bowed to Hala. “I wanted them” sending a kiss to Olivia and Hapu, you salute to Nanu. “To go on forever, even so.”
“It’s time to let go.” You untie the ribbon on the cape and leave it behind. “Dry your tears. Please don’t cry. I am dancing by your side!” You dance, swaying side to side with the crowd. “Wave your hands up high” You waved, the glow sticks waving with you. “And wave them one last time!”
The spotlight widened, falling down on everyone.
“We are the light. Standing here we shine so bright. We chased it with all out might.” You step to the side, pointing out to everyone. “We’ll meet again so don’t say goodbye!” Turning around, you place the crown on top of the cape and raise it up. “We shared a dream that made us into a team” You step down and hand it to Hala with a smile. “Our future is dazzling. Moving on is so hard when we’ve come so far. We’ve achieved all we’ve dreamed and nothing is missing. Side by side, this is our live and life!” You shout, the crowd singing with you as you delve into the crowd, hugging everyone.
 “Now is the time for the little bird to fly, spread your wings take to the sky. I knew that you’d soar up so high!” You turned around, spotting them all back up on stage wearing the clothes they wore when they met you, Lillie in her dress and overlarge hat. “The royal sea beckons us endearingly with its colorful beauty.” Every trial captain, every Kahuna, and even Looker was up there with Anabelle. Even though we don’t know where we will go, it all seems like a dream you painted here with me. “Would you like to go back in time with me?” Hau waves at you, having been given the cape and the crown, and you wave back.
You scan each of their faces to memorize them but frown when one is missing.
“Where’s Gladion?”
 “Ah, so it began with a subtle premonition.” You step back towards the stage slowly.
“Ah, wishes came true, we found the light and we’re in it too.” The group on stage sang, reaching out their arms to you.
You choke, tears falling as they advanced down the stage probably to give you a hug. But, it’s too much. If you keep looking at them, you know you’ll break down. They’re everything to you and that’s what’s keeping you here. But, that’s also why you have to go.
“I have to go.” You mutter and thank Arceus it’s Hau who gets to you first and he only nods, holding a hoodie out to you.
“Go.” He says understandingly even as you put on the hoodie, ready to disappear from the lives of everyone who has ever cared about you.
“I-” You start.
Hau stops you with a smile. “You don’t have to say anything. Now go before-”
 “Wait!” Gladion skids onto the stage, panting. “I wasn’t sure I was going to sing this song.” He starts and everyone turns to him. “I wasn’t going to because Hau told me something and [Y/N] told me some confusing things.” He admitted. “And I’m still confused.”
The silence nearly made Gladion stop in his tracks but he pushed through. He won’t stop now, if he does he really will lose you.
“But the one thing I will never be confused about is this.” He stares into the crowd and spots you, hiding under a hoodie standing next to Hau. “I love you.”
 You’d lost everything. Your home, your security, your friends. But, in this moment, nothing hurt as much as losing your breath. The moment those three words reached your ears you had one instinct.
