Dark Resolutions | Geto Suguru x Reader |

25: Instincts

The early morning light filtered through the curtains as Miyako and Geto sat at the kitchen table, discussing their future plans. They pored over maps and documents, carefully strategizing their next move. Despite the weight of their situation, there was a sense of camaraderie between them that had grown stronger over the past few days.

Geto glanced at his phone as it buzzed with a message. His expression darkened, and he quickly stood up. "One of my contacts has just informed me that they've kidnapped a sorcerer. We need to go there immediately."

Miyako felt a knot of dread form in her stomach, but she nodded and followed Geto out of the house. They moved quickly through the streets, blending in with the early morning crowds as best they could. Despite the urgency of their mission, a vague sense of unease gnawed at Miyako's mind.

As they approached the location, a dilapidated warehouse on the outskirts of the city, the feeling of dread intensified. The building loomed ahead, its broken windows and crumbling walls giving off an eerie vibe. The sense of foreboding was palpable.

"Stay alert," Geto warned, his voice low and tense.

They entered the warehouse, and a man stepped out of the shadows to meet them. His appearance was unremarkable, but something about his demeanour set Miyako on edge.

"Follow me," he said curtly, gesturing for them to follow him deeper into the building.

Without any tangible reason, Miyako felt an overwhelming urge to stop. "Wait," she said abruptly. "What’s the name of the kidnapped sorcerer?"

The man hesitated for a fraction of a second before replying with a name. Miyako's instincts screamed at her, and she knew immediately that something was wrong.

"Suguru, it's a trap!" she shouted, launching herself at the man. Her attack was swift and precise, catching him off guard. The man staggered back, his facade of calm shattered.

Geto's eyes widened, and he quickly assessed the situation. "We've been betrayed. We need to get out of here, now!"

As if on cue, figures emerged from the shadows, surrounding them. The warehouse erupted into chaos as Miyako and Geto fought their way through the ambush. The clashing of sorcery filled the air, and the walls echoed with the sounds of battle.

Despite the overwhelming odds, they managed to break free, their combined skills and determination driving them forward. They dashed out of the warehouse and into the open, the rain beginning to fall in heavy sheets.

"We need to get to higher ground!" Geto shouted over the roar of the rain.

As the rain began to pour, creating a steady rhythm against the leaves, Miyako and Geto raced through the nearby mountain forest. The sense of impending doom that had settled in Miyako's mind was proving to be all too real. They had narrowly escaped an ambush, thanks to her quick thinking and Geto's formidable skills, but now they were on the run, seeking refuge from their pursuers.

They stumbled upon a small cave, its entrance partially obscured by overgrown foliage. Geto pushed aside the vines and ushered Miyako inside. The interior was dry, though the air was damp and cool. They were both drenched, their clothes clinging to their bodies, and their breaths came in heavy, ragged gasps.

Miyako sank to the ground, leaning against the rough stone wall. "That was too close," she said, her voice trembling with a mixture of adrenaline and fear.

Geto knelt beside her, his eyes scanning the entrance for any signs of movement. "It was," he agreed, his tone grim. "But we made it out. Thanks to you."

Miyako shook her head. "If I hadn't noticed the trap, we'd both be dead or captured by now."

Geto turned to her, a small smile playing on his lips despite the gravity of their situation. "You have good instincts, Miyako. We need to trust those if we're going to survive this."

She nodded, feeling a flush of warmth at his praise. "We should rest for a bit, gather our strength. Then we can figure out our next move."

As they settled in, the cave's interior slowly grew darker with the setting sun. Geto found some dry branches and used his cursed energy to light a small fire. The flickering flames cast dancing shadows on the cave walls, creating an almost surreal atmosphere.

Miyako removed her soaked jacket and laid it out to dry. She caught Geto watching her, and for a moment, their eyes met. There was an unspoken connection between them, a shared understanding of the dangers they faced and the bond that was forming despite their turbulent past.

"I'll make sure you stay safe," Geto said softly, breaking the silence. "No matter what."

Miyako's heart skipped a beat. She wanted to say something, to express her gratitude and the confusing emotions swirling within her, but the words wouldn't come. Instead, she simply nodded, hoping he could see the sincerity in her eyes.

The fire provided a small measure of warmth, and they sat close together, their shoulders occasionally brushing. Miyako felt a strange sense of comfort in Geto's presence, a feeling she hadn't experienced in a long time. It was as if, in the midst of chaos, he was the one constant she could rely on.

After a while, Geto broke the silence again. "Do you ever wonder what things would have been like if we had met under different circumstances?"

Miyako looked at him, surprised by the question. "Sometimes," she admitted. "But we can't change the past. We can only move forward and try to make things right."

Geto nodded thoughtfully. "You're right. But I still wonder. Maybe in another life, we could have been friends from the start. Or more."

His words hung in the air, laden with unspoken possibilities. Miyako felt her cheeks warm, and she glanced away, unsure of how to respond. The idea of a different life, one where they weren't enemies forced to fight against a corrupt system, was both appealing and painful.

"We should get some rest," she said finally, her voice barely above a whisper. "We'll need all the strength we can get."

Geto agreed, and they made makeshift beds from their jackets and whatever dry leaves they could find. As they lay down, the fire crackling softly beside them, Miyako found herself inching closer to Geto, seeking the warmth of his presence.

Their hands brushed, and for a moment, she thought about pulling away. But instead, she let her fingers intertwine with him, drawing comfort from the simple contact. Geto squeezed her hand gently, a silent promise that they would face whatever came next together.

As she drifted off to sleep, Miyako felt a strange sense of peace. Despite the uncertainty of their future, she knew she wasn't alone. And that knowledge gave her the strength to keep fighting, to keep hoping for a better tomorrow.