Sorry, I'm basing this one in the Fantasy AU too! And that picture above makes me wanna cry-
It's kinda not X Reader, but eh
Requested by kawaiipotato106807 !!!
Rebels had always threatened the vast kingdom. With nasty attitudes towards the highest royal, they tormented his people and eventually raided his land. Fires scorched the ashen houses, burning down every last bit of wood. The surrounding area as far as the eye could see was only blood, ash, and bone. The dark grey clouds would mostly likely deplete the fires though. It was sure to rain soon. The king was luckily able to evacuate most of his tribesmen and women far before the rebellion, but there were still many life's to be reforged into peace. The skeleton staff was stolen, his armies are down and dead, everything he once loved...gone. His beloved sister and himself were all that were left. Only a few guards of his were alive, but they were gravely injured. They ran as fast as they could through the damaged kingdom, careful of the ash and flames.
Nemu, the sister of the Skeleton king, coughed loudly. Her face was covered in black marks and blood from those rebels. Samatoki, the Skeleton king himself, killed most of the rebels with fury alone. His own people were afraid of him if he ever were to loose his calm. The guards remember running to aid him in battle, yet they stopped in their tracks because, before they knew it, all the crowds of enemies were on the ground, dead. Samatoki standing in the midst of it all. They kept in mind not to dare mess with their king.
"Get to the crescent city! It's the closest kingdom! Don't tarry your goddamned asses, otherwise you'll be left behind!"
Samatoki yelled at his guards who were still on the battlefield. He growled in anger at the many more enemies starting to invade his burnt land. He must get his sister out of there. He wouldn't care if he didn't survive; he needed her to live. Nemu didn't have any magical ability unlike him, but she was his only hope in life. He protected her from so many dangers that if she were to die...
"Sir! The enemies are calling for backup! What do we do!? We have no men left to fight!"
A guard questioned. He sprinted next to his king, ignoring a bow in fear that he'd too be left behind. Samatoki glared ahead. Nothing could pass through his mind except escaping. His fangs showed as he slashed a board blocking their path with his heavy lance . Rushing Nemu through the broken house, he turned to his guard. Fury evident in his ruby eyes.
"Kill them all! This is war for Skeldama!"
He pointed his lance at the split bridge behind them, crawling with infesting rebels. His kingdom...everything was burnt down and destroyed. Nemu gripped onto her brothers fur coat, coughing till she collapsed.
"B-brother...don't...g-go..."
Samatoki quickly lifted her back to her feet, and pulled her on his back. Carrying her from there, he glanced at his guard, still standing there.
"Go on without me. I will remember your bravery and loyalty to me."
The guard nodded and turned to fight his target. Samatoki was proud to have such courageous knights serve him. His personal knight stood next to him, making sure the perimeter was clear of any rebels, but that didn't change the fact that all of his men were strong warriors fit for war. Rushing through more and more trampled houses, Samatoki lost his balance and tripped over a board, cutting his leg open from the ashy point. Nemu flew over and crashed on the ground. She was uninjured, luckily, but she was gravely ill. She wouldn't be able to run on her own.
"Yotsuji! Take her to Crescent City! Now! Leave me!!"
Samatoki watched his personal knight pick up his sister and run in the direction of the city. In most cases, he would've been beyond angry if any man dare touch his beloved sister, yet...This isn't any case. This is war. Turning over so he could examine his leg, Samatoki crawled to a broken down brick wall and rested his back on it. He was exhausted, sick of running away. He didn't like to admit defeat. He didn't like to accept loosing whatsoever. But the rebels...The rebels destroyed everything of his. They stole all of his possessions, killed his guards, and even might just kill him. Although, there were no bodies living left for miles. His knight and sister were already on horseback most likely. There was always a cave near the kingdom full of horses and such for attacks like this. Yotsuji was one of the only knights who knew of it.
The king groaned in pain as he ripped part of his fur coat to tie it around his bloodied leg. He will die. He's sure of it. An unescapable death he was in. Leaning his head on the bumpy stone, he coughed out blood. Agony. That's his emotion. Agony and despair.
"You poor soul."
Samatoki turned slowly to see who spoke. The voice was angelic and feminine; like a goddess who came from the heavens. His ruby orbs inspected the bright light in front of him, soon to realize that it was a woman. Her white dress that had no stain on it swayed in the wind along with her (h/c) hair. Staring at her more, he saw her (e/c) eyes gaze into his bloodshot ones with sympathy and sorrow.
"You poor, poor soul."
She repeated. Holding her hand out and touching his sharp jawline, she curved her hand so he leaned into her touch. She was warm. Unbloodied. But scarred. Not physically. Her mind, you could see it in her eyes, was scarred. What has this woman gone through? Samatoki thought. Her head came close to his as she rested her forehead on his own. Her hair mixed with his white strands as she silently cried. The man was confused. Why was she crying? He was dying, yes, but he had never seen this woman in his life. He appreciated the sorrow, yet it wasn't necessary.
As the lady in white held his head close, he felt the last bits of life in him fade away. A single kiss on his forehead was enough for him to close his eyes and fall asleep. The cries of war were gone, and the soft lull of the white lady made him silently cry with her.
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"Heya, Samatoki!!"
A voice startled the Yakuza leader from his slumber, causing him to shoot up on his bed. He held his head, recalling the dream he had, and wiped off the cold sweat on his face. He's been having that dream for days now. It was the same every time too. The sister would run away with the knight, he would meet the white lady, and they would cry together before the inevitable death struck him. It was strange. He felt like those...her eyes were somewhat familiar too. The shining (e/c) illuminating in the sun...
"Samatoki!? Are you coming!?"
Ichiro, now knocking on his door, questioned his best friend. Samatoki stared at the cloudy sky. It was sure to rain soon.
"Yeah, coming."
