eccedentesiast || s.manjiro

- eighteen

how long has it been since you've last felt happiness? all thats life is giving you right now is just misery and endless nightmare you couldn't escaped in all these years.

here, standing before him, you were nothing but a mere puppet.

a puppet whose purpose is to solely kill for him. a puppet that cannot have their very own mindset, just a living yet souless being that follows his orders.

"come here."

and just like a dog, you obeyed.

"sit, y/n," he patted his lap, though his gesture is inviting and gentle, his eyes surely wasn't. softly, he caress your hair, untangling all the knots he could find with his slender fingers. "did you do as i told?"

you of all people should know not to disappoint him. "yes."

hearing your voice was truly a blessing. it adds more pride in him when you didn't put on a fight nor struggle. it was truly heaven, when he knew how broken you are at this point.

oh, how he loves you so much in this state.

like a broken puppet, he break you down oh so nicely for you to be like this. in his eyes, you are perfect like this.

all those years are all worth it.

chuckling lowly, he whispered in your ear. "good girl. i know i could rely on you."

now, like every other cliche fanfiction, there must be a moment where the main character just woke up, stared at the ceiling and rethink about the accident that happened, where they are and why the hell are they here in the first place.

and that moment is now, but the first thing to enter your train of thought is,

"what was that dream just now? and it feels real too.." half-lidded, your eyes continue to roam the familiar room. except this time, it was you who are lying on the hospital bed.

blinking slowly, head empty and chapped lips. you wet your lower lips and turn your head to the right. eyeing the door as if waiting for someone—anybody to just slide the door open and greet you. but the person who is consuming your whole mind is manjiro. and manjiro alone.

now, you weren't naive, alright. you are well aware of your feelings towards him but for you to suddenly dreamed about him is a rare occurrence.

"oh, right... the fight and," lifting your hand, you stare at your–now neatly wrapped in bandage fingers. "...kazutora."

you have no recollection of what happened whatsoever. however you were absolute sure that touman wont lose its very first lost. at least not to them.

the sound of door sliding interrupted you. and a tousled blond locks came into your view—

"oh, it's you." heaving a sigh, you weakly pushed your body to a sitting position.

"what do you mean by 'oh, its you' y/n-san, i have a name you know." he brought you a basket of fresh fruits down onto the table right beside the bed and pull the stool to sit. "your brother came by this morning."

as the male spoke, his hands worked restlessly, peeling off the skin of a pear and handing it to you.

"kazutora got away. and your brother is hunting him down as we speak." you halt your movement.

"the fight with valhalla..." stopped. "i can't remember anything i mean, i do remember getting my fingers broken but the event that happened after is foggy. i don't even remember getting here or—or how the fight happens in the first place."

he frowned. "actually, y/n-san... listen to me well," he looked down at his shoes as he took a breather as if preparing himself. "there's something you need to know. baji, he... was killed not long after the fight against valhalla."

the blonde male wetted his lips and clench his teeth, hard enough as to not let any sniffle out.

"...what?"

the male couldn't bring himself to look at you. he's sad, afraid and pathetic. sad about the lost of his admiration, his friend, his captain. afraid to see your reaction. and pathetic that he couldn't saved him, the one who held his outstretched hand when he was at his lowest. he was a fool. and he blamed himself for it. for everything.

alas, not everything that was protected can be saved. at least not from the cost of life. death itself.

there is absolutely no way to avoid when death was presenting itself to you. you cant run, you cant hide nor can you fool death.

"how.. no, who killed him...? how long have i been here?"

chifuyu shakes his head, wiping his eyes with the sleeve of his shirt. "i dont know, i cant contact him at all after the whole fight. and, y/n-san youve been asleep for almost a week now.."

"no.. i cant—i cant lose him twice."

i definitely did not leave wattpad unattended just because i lost my 50/50 on kazuha banner-
i won tighnari tho but by accident.
do i regret? no-