Your Father's Daughter || Mizu x Fem! Reader || ||Blue Eye Samurai ||

Chapter 11

You don't know when you fell asleep, but you did. You were determined to stay awake, but your body gave into the comforts of slumber and drifted off on the wall. Whether it was exhaustion or the scents around you strangling you into blackness it didn't matter because even though you slept, your body didn't feel rested.

When you woke, you felt the cushion of another's body on your temple. It was soft and warm, comforting you as you stirred. A few blinks and your eyes adjusted to your surroundings. The dim light, the horrid scent, the women who sat behind the bars across from the men's cell. That jilted you awake as you sat up straight, remembering your circumstances.

"Are you okay?"

It was the apprentice's soft voice that reminded you where you were. You were on the men's side with Ringo and his Master. Quickly you glanced to the corner to find him. He was in the same spot he decided to sit in before you drifted off, glaring at the wall ahead of him. There was no way for you to tell what time of day it was, so you couldn't guess how long he had been up. You could see the strain and exhaustion painted onto his face before the colors of disdain joined the canvas as he met your eyes. Disdain crossed yours as well. You wouldn't allow him to make you feel guilt for the situation at hand. Especially since you were in more danger than he was and had more importances to focus on.

"I'm fine." You finally responded back to Ringo, who had grown quiet waiting for your response.

"You can rest more if you'd like. You'll need it." This is when you turned from the blue eyed man to meet eyes with his apprentice. He had been letting you rest on his arm this whole time. You could tell by the remaining drool on his sleeve, a bad habit you've had since childhood that used to get you into trouble with your siblings. You hadn't thought of them in a very long time, but seeing the little wet patch on his arm forced you into those times. When they would tease and pick on you staining the resting mats. When your mother would make a bigger commotion out of it. You always cleaned up after yourself, but it didn't stop the shame. Embarrassment blushed your ears a bright red, but Ringo didn't seem to mind. He hadn't noticed until you did, and with a quiet, startled "Oh!" he wiped at it quickly and offered his arm again as if it was a small mistake. The cell was dark, and yet Ringo's presence brightened it alone. You blinked a couple more times, bewildered by his ease and kindness. His master scoffed behind you, bringing you back to the reality of cold men.

"Master will get us out of here," continued Ringo, who still offered his arm to you even though you didn't scoot any closer. You didn't want to drool over him again and, falling asleep wouldn't help you here anyway. You needed to be alert and ready.

"The same way he got us in here?" You just needed to say something to jut back at him . Your head still throbbed from earlier. A dark energy loomed over you from behind. He had heard you. Good.

"I believe in him. We've been in some tricky situations before, but we've made it out. Haven't we, Master?" He spoke with a small smile, but the hope in his eyes was large. He truly believed in this man. In his great master. His master didn't make any noise to acknowledge his comment, but you felt the gloominess from behind you fall away.

The door at the end of the hallway creaked open, announcing the presence of the guards entering. Three men strolled down the hall. They were in uniform, and were supposed to be marching professionally but something told you that they weren't here on professional terms. They were up to no good.

The tallest one looked over the women's cell, twisting a toothpick between his index and thumb. He spit out the plaque that was building in his mouth onto the floor and went back to chewing on the end. The way he stood, leaned back and laxed, told you he was in charge. The other two followed behind him and whatever he decided to do and right now, he was deciding who.