From Pieces (Mikazuki Munechika X Fem!Saniwa) - Reader Insert

The Lying Truth

Flashback.

The sun didn't rise that day. Frost fell down from the clouded sky as you stood, embracing the cold touch of the falling crystals. They didn't return today either. 

As nights continued to pass, the pit of your stomach grew more worryingly impatient and anxious. You were expecting a body clothed blue to return through the paper doors. He would be somewhat tattered, but that wouldn't matter, because that meant he put up a strong fight. There would be a smile. He'd laugh, even if some of his blood stained the white snow, and everybody else would be so joyous to return back to a warm cozy home. Everyone would be safe.

The citadel was quiet. No one was there to sing, or dance, or whine over internal affairs, or burn the food, or laugh, or smile--

A large crash was heard from outside the closed doors. In a panic, you were already forcing the shoji open in anticipation of the worst. 

It was far more dreadful.

"Naki-kun!" You broke into harsh breaths, embracing the boy before he could fall down again. "The repair supplies--" Cold fingers clumsily fumbled with the uchiko ball as you accidentally dropped it. There were too many tears clouding your vision. Tending to Nakigitsune's severe injuries, you suspected more damaged bodies to roll in from the open door.

But there were no signs of other life. 

Droplets continuously spilled from your eyes as you bandaged cuts of the young sword's skin, a salty drop unintentionally falling onto his body. Naki couldn't look at you anymore, in fear he would feel remorse.

It took a few hours to fix Nakigitsune, but as you cultivated his wounds, occasional glances were sent to the door. Quiet. It was unknown how long you cried, until Nakigitsune gently touched your arm and handed you a handkerchief. You looked at the sword resting on his back, tightening some bandages on his wrist with a hopeless expression. His thoughtful amber eyes watched you slowly as his fox slept silently above his head.

"I'm so glad...I'm so glad you came back, Nakigitsune." You looked at him gently, rubbing circles on his hand.

"No." The boy replied weakly. You looked at him in surprise. "It...shouldn't be me." His mouth quietly moved under the obsidian mask. Your eyes began watering again, feeling your bottom lip quivering. Letting out one sob was enough to agonize the sword from inside out. 

"Don't say that." You leaned down and rested your forehead against the boy's bandaged hand, gradually letting out faint cries. Nakigitsune shuffled under your small pressure, painfully reaching for something in his pocket. He handed it to you.

It was a bloody headpiece.

It's golden laces were mixed with a dark crimson colour, and the black ribbons were undone from their usual bow. You could see him smiling as you tugged on one of the ribbons, his laugh filling your ears. You looked back at the cracked sword and ran your hands through his white hair. There was still some blood and sweat staining his pure locks, but you didn't mind. Naki looked up in anguish.

"I love you all." You whimpered, gently combing his hair back again and again. "I love you all so much."