Big Book of Writing

Through the Woods (Ayukane, DRA)

Prompt: https://otpprompts.tumblr.com/post/87350352598/imagine-your-otp-surviving-the-apocalypse/amp

"Imagine your OTP surviving the apocalypse together."

This is a trade for a friend on discord! I hope they like it!

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Yuki didn't like the red sky. It reminded him of his foggy memories, unnatural and clearly wrong. But while he heard that Towa Group had made something to purify the air, he wasn't sure that he'd be able to clear the fog from his mind.

He rubbed his forehead and tried to focus on his current task. He was one of the Kisaragi Foundation's deputy executives and the third in-command, he couldn't get distracted like this! But when he had nothing to do, the thoughts would always creep in.

He looked around where he was standing as he heard the quiet chatter of the squadron around him, lent to the reconnaissance division by Kiyoka. Yamato had told him to accompany Ayame and the division today to decide whether they should plan an attack today. The members of Ultimate Despair held a grip on these woods, a strategic point for the rest of the terrain.

While Yuki was gazing through the woods, he could hear the sound of footsteps on dead leaves and roots. As he expected, the scouting group led by Ayame had come back. "Ayame, there you are. Did you find anything? And are you hurt?" Yuki questioned.

"I'm not hurt, don't worry," Ayame replied with a smile. The rest of the scouting group integrated with the rest of the division, getting some first aid if needed. The division didn't go up to the duo right now, practically the entire foundation knew of the bonds between the division heads.

While Yuki didn't have his school memories at all, he was told that he had been closed-off and reserved back then. But he remembered the attempted killing game, and how he made friends with his classmates there. The sixteen of them had made it out unharmed, and Yamato converted his company into an organization to help fight the Tragedy.

While he adapted to his new duties assisting Yamato and Tsurugi with running the foundation - which he suspected was the former's way of keeping a wary eye on him - he often joined the few classmates who exercised in their free time. During this time, he wasn't expecting to be confessed to by Ayame and Akane.

Akane was the head chef, though she considered herself to be a janitor, and she stayed mainly inside the Kisaragi Foundation's main building. On the other hand, Ayame was the head of the reconnaissance division and was put into dangerous situations often. No one could blame Yuki for worrying often.

"Anyway, my group finished scouting the terrain. There doesn't seem to be many patrols of the despairs, and the ground isn't wet. The weather's forecasted to be clear today as well," Ayame reported.

"Good to know..." The former lucky student paused in thought. Yamato had left the attack plans to his discretion, but the decision of whether to attack still had to be made. "Tsurugi's trying to push Yamato to turn this into a major operation, but I'm not sure if we have enough troops prepared at the moment."

The woman nodded with a sigh. "Call it intuition but I can't shake the feeling that something's not right. When we were scouting, it just seemed too quiet," she informed.

"Alright then. We'll camp out here until I can get ahold of Tsurugi and ask if he can send the active division to capture the forest," Yuki decided. As he began looking around for where the squadron put the damn radio transmitter, Ayame walked with him to rest beside him.

But as the group was starting to calm down, the sound of branches crashing caught their attention. Suddenly, Akane burst through the trees, panting for breath and limping. "Akane, your ankle...!" Ayame worried, going to the maid's side.

But Yuki was focused on something else. "Akane, what's the matter? Did something happen?" he questioned.

"H-Haru was in the air...he saw the enemy starting to...to flank you! Two groups...he said something about...um, a 'pincer movement'..." she panted.

The group was immediately alarmed. "Shit, they're trying to surround us! Everyone, we're  retreating right now!" Yuki ordered, and the group scrambled to grab their things and leave. Ayame quickly picked Akane up so she wouldn't hurt her ankle further, and the group kept a brisk pace as they began heading back to the foundation.

The sound of gunfire on their sides startled the group, but Akane let out a sigh of relief. "It must be Mitch and Kiyoka with rescue reinforcements! They'll keep us safe while we get out!" she predicted.

Luckily for the squadron, no one was harmed by the time they finally reached safety. A bunch of trucks with soldiers quickly loaded them onto one of them, and that truck began driving back to the foundation's headquarters.

The truck ride was quiet at first as the heads sat in the back seat, but the former lucky student tapped Akane's arm. "Is your ankle alright? We can get someone to look at it when we get back," he suggested.

"Y-You don't need to do that! As long as I'm resting against, you, I can recover from anything!" Akane replied, making Yuki's face go beet-red.

"No, I'm taking you to see Kanata. I don't know how far you ran from, but I'm not letting you make your ankle worse if it's already bad," Ayame butted in, though the maid let out a small huff. "I can take a look right now if you give me your ankle."

Reluctantly, the maid tuned to the side and put her leg on the former sprinter's lap. Yuki looked over at her ankle as Ayame took off her shoe and rolled down her sock, and they found that her ankle was red and seemed swollen.

"Forget walking, you're going to Kanata. And I'm carrying you for the rest of the day," Ayame decided, putting her sock and shoe back on.

"Um, it might just be a sprain. It'll be fixed with a cast," Yuki told her, "but I'm not letting her work for the rest of the day."

"So mean," Akane playfully whined, but Yuki could still see a smile on her face. Perhaps his memories would always be foggy. But regardless of what he might have done in the past, he was content to spend the present with the women he loved.

As he turned his head and looked out the window of the truck, he hoped that the group that rescued their squadron would be alright. With two of his classmates in the lead, he was sure they'd get out safe and mostly sound. He just had to hope that luck was on their side.