𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝑮𝒊𝒓𝒍 𝑰 𝑪𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅 𝑵𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓 𝑯𝒂𝒗𝒆 [𝕘𝕚𝕪𝕦𝕤𝕙𝕚𝕟𝕠] (KNY)

𝒞𝒽𝒶𝓅𝓉𝑒𝓇 𝟤𝟪: 𝐸𝓍𝓅𝓁𝒶𝓃𝒶𝓉𝒾𝑜𝓃𝓈

A/N: currently relearning my speedwriting skills 😭

Author POV:

Shinobu ran faster than she'd ever ran. Out the front door she went, her haori flying behind her, as she glanced up at the sky. Her crow was kindly giving her directions to Giyu's house. 

Please, please let him be there, she thought desperately as she worked her legs, I need to tell him. He has to know. 

A deeper, evil part of her whispered, but he'll hate you if you tell him. But ignoring that part of her, Shinobu kept running, trying to be brave. 

Finally, after what seemed like hours of running, Shinobu skidded to a stop as her crow landed on a mailbox. Number 32 on a random, empty-looking street. 

Shinobu doubled over, gasping for breath, and quickly tried to gather herself before rapidly knocking on the ancient wooden door. "Giyu?" In her panic, she'd forgotten to call him by his last name. "GIYU! It's me, Shinobu!"

Silence. More silence. 

Gosh, she hated silence. "Are you home?" Shinobu knocked harder. "HELLO? Please open the door!"

A few moments later, the door swung open. Shinobu stepped back, almost getting hit. 

"Shinobu?" Giyu stood, staring at her, confused. 

His raven-black hair was grown-out and messy, left unbrushed. His eyes were slightly bloodshot, and he had dark circles under his eyes. Nevertheless, Shinobu thought he was still every bit as handsome, even with chapped lips and dull eyes. Clearly he hadn't slept in a long time. 

Giyu POV:

There was Shinobu. Standing there, hair messy, eyes shining, looking like an angel. 

But then images of Makomo flooded back into his mind, lying there on the cold bathroom tiles, blood still wet. The slash on her neck. Her lifeless green eyes. Pale skin. And any happiness, any hope I had evaporated. 

I looked at Shinobu dully. I should just shut the door in her face. She wasn't a part of my life anymore. She'd rejected me, said no, so I should've forgotten about her. I was about to, but now here she was, appearing on my doorstep. 

"Giyu.." She gasped, out of breath. Had she run here? My name sounded strange on her tongue. "I need to tell you something."

"Oh." I frowned. I didn't want to invite her inside; my house was messy, with weapons and clothes thrown everywhere. I'd barely stayed here, spending my time with either the police or Sabito, searching for any way to find out Makomo's murderer. 

But I suppose there was no other option. "Come in, then." Reluctantly, I stepped aside to let her in. 

"No, no..." Shinobu gave him a pained smile. "That's not nesscary. I just wanted to tell you... I heard about Makomo."

My heart seized. I didn't want her pity. "I see."

"I need to tell you... the day I rejected you?" Shinobu's eyes welled up with tears. I looked up at her, shocked. "I didn't mean it. Not a word I said. I loved you, I still love you. And when I heard you were dating Makomo, I was devastated."

My head spun with this relevation. Shinobu continued, "One night, I was still angry and sad and... messed up. I went to a club, and I.. I told someone about this. About us. I was drunk and tired and he... well." 

I swallowed a gasp. I knew what had happened, from the look on her face. In that moment, I wanted to grab the guy's neck and squeeze. 

"A-anyway, that's not the point," Shinobu quickly said, seeing the expression on my face, "I was really drunk. And I.... I told him to kill Makomo."

Uh. What. 

"I didn't know who he was. Now I realise he must've been an assasin or some kind of murderer. I swear, Giyu, I didn't know." Shinobu looked up at me helplessly. "But when I heard about Makomo's death... I knew. I knew it was him. He's dangerous. I wouldn't put it past him."

My head spun. Shinobu's words weren't processing in my head. 

"I came here to tell you because... I thought you should know. I-I know it's horrible,  but if it helps you catch him..." Shinobu sighed. "His name is Ayumu. He's blonde, tall... I can tell you the name of the bar I met him at. I don't remember his address, but..."

"No. No. I don't need to know." I squeezed my eyes shut. I didn't want to know the details of her little one-night stand with Makomo's murderer. Worse, she had been the one to tell him about Makomo. "Why... why did you tell him to kill Makomo?"

"I was jealous." Shinobu whispered. "I felt horrible. I regretted rejecting you, especially after hearing that you two were dating. I just hated Makomo so, so much, even though it wasn't logical. I wish... I wish it wasn't so petty. But it is. I was drunk, and I told him to murder Makomo..." In that moment Shinobu suddenly burst into tears. "I even told him where she lived! Fuck, I'm terrible..."

Instinctively, I wrapped my arms around her and let her cry into my shoulder. But I didn't feel sympathy for her. I didn't feel anything. 

"Can you forgive me, Giyu?" Shinobu looked up at me, her cheeks tearstained. "I'm so sorry. I wish I'd never done it. I just... I don't know what I was thinking."

I stared at her. And for just a moment, a split second, I wondered, who is this girl I'm holding, who is she?

Because the girl I thought she was would never have said what she said, do what she did. 

Makomo. My heart lurched at the thought of her. I thought, sadly, I want to forgive her, Makomo. But then what about you?

A/N: written with love and a lot of chocolate