Spirits In My Head // kagehina AU

Crimson

"E-Excuse me?" A soft voice calls out from a ways ahead, just far enough to make out the small silhouette of a girl of golden hair. "Hello? C-can somebody help us?" The girl's voice shook in what appears to be fear or panic. This caught not only my attention, but clearly the rest of the party's.

"A girl?" Tanaka spoke up, arching an eyebrow in confusion. "What could she be doing out here by herself?"

Noya seems just as confused, crossing his arms. "Wait, the way she spoke means that there should be others with her."

Right on cue, another figure became visible on the outstretch of white around us. Another woman, perhaps, of dark hair and pale skin that immediately catch our guide's attention. They wave their arms, yelling from the top of their lungs to get the pair's attention. The two are successful and in no time the two women are making their way to us. The blonde, not much shorter than Shouyo, wears multiple sweaters layered on each other and a dagger strapped to her thigh. Her companion carries a handgun at either side, half of her face shielded by the red scarf wrapped tightly around her neck.

Tanaka and Nishinoya are immediately overwhelmed by the taller woman's sophisticated beauty, approaching her before she even reaches the rest of us.

"We hear you're in need of some help," Nishinoya begins, standing as tall as he possibly can, still shorter than the woman before him.

Tanaka fixes his stance as well, "We're guides from these parts."

"Really?" The woman speaks softly, almost shyly. "How can we be sure you're not... highwaymen... or something..."

Noya's eyes widen, almost in offence to her comment. "No, no, we're not bandits, I swear."

"We're hunters," Tanaka explains, pointing to Noya's wolf pelt around his shoulders. "See?"

The woman pans her eyes to Noya's neck, observing the pelt. Her eyes light up, "I see..." The grip on her handguns changes, presumably to keep them from slipping her grasp.

"Ah, that little one is cute," Yamaguchi beams under their breath. His gaze is soft on the small blonde, who stands a couple of paces away from the other woman, too shaken to get anywhere near the two men surrounding her partner.

Tsukishima just scoffs and walks away, looking annoyed at the way our group seemed to be growing. From what I have gathered so far, he was not a fan of crowds bigger than two people. He was only with us because it was necessary, otherwise he would have left with Yamaguchi long ago. I shake my head, for it was his problem to deal with, not mine.

"Yama's right," Shouyo's eyes light up. "She is really cute."

I cannot help but chuckle softly at the way the orange haired boy is practically frozen in awe of the way the smaller of the women seems to radiate innocence as fragile as a bunny's. Yama, after sending a small glance at Tsukishima, breaks from their own spell and limps toward the blonde.

"Hello," the freckled brunette greets her in a sweet voice, grazed with nervousness.

The blonde jumps slightly, "Uh... h-hi.."

"My name is Yamaguchi," the brunette introduces themselves first. "And you?"

"Huh?... Oh, Yachi. M-my name is Yachi," She introduces herself in return, arms pressed tightly at her sides. She scans them, noticing the rods that set Yama's leg straight to help them walk. "Are you hurt?"

Yamaguchi blinks, looking down at their leg, "Ah... it's not that bad..."

"Can you walk?" She asks with a hint of worry, even though she had met them not even minutes prior.

Yama shakes their head, "Barely. It's more like dragging than anything else."

The mood changes. The taller woman, who's name was Shimizu according to the conversation she had with the two hunters, shifts her weight, followed by Yachi copying the same movement. It is at that moment that I realize that I have not moved at all from the moment we saw them.

"Good."

The blonde kicks out Yama's good leg from under them, giving her enough time to reach for her dagger. Once the brunette is kneeling on the ground, Yachi cleaves the dagger into the back of their throat before he has a chance to react. The snow beneath them stains red with the droplets from a river of crimson running down the dagger's blade. I almost do not hear the twin gunshots beside me, followed by the fall of two bodies unto the frigid road under their feet.

Tsukishima moves before I can, swinging the shotgun above his shoulder and in front of him, but Shimizu reloads and fires her handguns before he can do anything. She misses on accident, hitting him in the shoulder and the foot, but still causing him to fall nonetheless. Shimizu turns to me, reloading once more. She takes her time with me, noticing my frozen stance that I cannot seem to break free from.

Woah, Tobio are you okay?

Huh? Yeah, why wouldn't I be?

You blanked out for like... a really long time.

Did I? I didn't notice...

Of course you didn't notice, dumbass. You were so out of it.

Well I'm awake now.

The taller of the two women brings one of her guns up, pointing it straight at me. I cannot move. I cannot blink. All I can do is stare as Shimizu unlocks the safety and presses the trigger, standing perfectly still as a gunshot rings through the air at a deafening volume.