Ardent Hope: Chainsaw Man x Male Reader Insert.

28. Sword.

Slender figure.

The golden fire dancing along the wind's breeze, passing through empty streets and hollow crowds, the rain had started to pour once again.

A downpour, her lonely self tried to reach for comfort, grasp at least a mere sensation under her golden flames, and still, she couldn't feel nothing more than the mere grazing raindrops.

Misty and thunderous clouds covering the skies, her abstract and already damaged shape tried to seek for it, following the mingling sensation she felt on her heart. It was there, she could feel it, from the deepest bottoms of her heart.

It had to be somewhere close.

Deserted alleyways, Tokyo's neon lights reflecting on the wet concrete made it seem like something out of a painting.

The burning sensation she felt on her chest, it guided her like a dim and broken beacon of light, the only thing for which she could get her hopes high, a shallow promise made by the fire.

She was dying, and she could feel it perfectly.

There, on a god forsaken alley, covered under the veil of the darkness brought by the neighboring buildings, towering in an effort to reach for the skies, she found what she was looking for.

A battered boy, tattered clothes, his eyes cried silently over a thousand things left unseen, and the light slowly abandoning them. Under the rain, his frail body shivered slightly.

She had finally found it.

She almost felt the urge to cry, both from the swelling emotions that inundated her whole self and the pity she felt for the state he was left in.

The one thing she loved the most was right there, after an eternity of being apart from each other.

The boy opened his eyes slowly, chasing for the light that brought him to consciousness once again, and she knew she had to speak quickly.

"Wake up, and respond to me." She said, the same harsh and commanding voice that she was never able to leave behind, no matter how hard she tried. "Do you want to keep living?"

She had finally found him.

Her flower, her beautiful flower, he was right there, she couldn't even believe it.

Waiting for her to rescue him just like he had saved her once, right at the depths of Hell itself.

That lonely, rainy day of January, two hearts started their beat as one.

(Y/N) woke up that day. Power was still right at his side, although she was actually awake for once. Aki was standing at the side of their bed.

"Power, you stopped screaming last night." Aki said as he left a cup of tea at the nightstand. Aki would always bring (Y/N) some tea in the morning, ever since the incident in Hell, Aki knew he needed all the support possible to take care of Power properly.

"Well, looking back on it..." Power wandered through her thoughts, speaking her mind up. "I may have defeated the Darkness Devil in Hell if I tried to..."

"Oh, yeah..." Aki complied. "Yes, totally of course."

Power simply smiled, her face holding a faint blush. She tried to turn at her lover, expecting to see his sleeping face, but she was instead met by a surprised expression on his face, a single teardrop falling from his eye. "What's wrong, (Y/N)?" She asked. "You're crying."

This seemed to catch Aki's attention, who looked at him right away. "You're okay?"

(Y/N) sniffed, trying to hold back a couple of tears. "Yeah, I'm fine." He smiled. The tears weren't brought by sadness, but rather by a deep sense of affection. "Don't worry, it was just a dream." He said, and Power nodded shortly, still unsure about what to think about his words, but (Y/N)'s reassuring smile put her at ease.