Gintama; Takasugi X Reader (part 2) [Save Me]

Chapter 1 {Y/N}

I see an appearance. A person walking in the enveloping blackness. Light seems to follow wherever they go, but somehow it doesn't illuminate the silhouette. The figure keeps pacing forward. Swiftly. Steadily.

Without my knowing, I'm walking after them. All around me is the blinding dark. My sole guide is the advancing person, the only light shining. I approach nearer. The shadow showering the figure seems to lift to every new step my feet make. Black shifts to gray, then gray shifts to the faintest of a color.

Of violet.

A sudden overwhelming sense of nostalgia washes over me. My arm reaches out to the figure, fingers spread out as if they could simply trap the person in my grip and keep them from walking further. But I'm too far away. My lips part into words, shouting my lungs out, yet sound does not exist in this awful realm.

I feel wetness on my face. Then I realize I'm shedding tears as I struggle to keep up with the person ahead. Always ever ahead. Always ever so out of reach. The distance between us grants no mercy.

Something painful rises up my throat. A single word. A plead. A name. I open my mouth to scream. The figure abruptly stops.

Whatever I wanted to say dies on my tongue, all the sudden forgotten. The wistfulness that clutches my heart renders into oblivion. I no longer know what am I running for. My unknowing eyes avert to the figure before me, the reason of my tears lost.

He turns around.

Shadow cloaks his face except for his lips, in which move into noiseless a word. Then in a flash he leaps to me, a silver blade in his grip. The man slashes down.

Blood spurs from my body as I drop to his feet. He steps closer to me, his features coming alight. Malice curves his mouth no more. The stranger has a deep green eye that stirs a certain familiarity I can't remember.

The man lifts the bloody tip of his sword, and without hesitance, thrusts it to my face.

I jolt up, gasping.

My heart pounds so loud it echoes in my ears. I crush the soft material in my hands, breathing hard. Soon a pair of warm hands come over my back. The sight of Senya almost brings me to tears. I release the blanket and sag into her embrace.

I haven't realized my body is shaking until she brings her arms around me, constantly stroking my back in a calming manner. I try to shut the dream away to a far corner of my mind, repeating to myself I'm safe and sound. Sweat beads my forehead when I pull back from her.

Senya looks like she's just witnessed a corpse bolting up right from a grave. For a moment her eyes are wide and petrified when she stares at me in the darkness. She must've had rushed to my side the minute I jerked up. Her blanket is still covering a part of her.

"I'm sorry about that," I say to her, feeling my heartbeat slowing. My voice sounds strangely thick. "I'm okay."

Senya rakes her face with a hand, trying to break her trance. She pulls the blanket from her body and tosses it back to her bed behind. Her breath comes out like a sigh when she asks me, "Then why are you crying?"

I blink twice before feeling the moisture on my face. I quickly wipe it dry. "I'm sorry," I say again.

She brushes a lock of hair behind my ear. "Just what did you dream?" she asks, a little breathless.

"It was just a nightmare," I reply, not wanting to recall it. "Don't worry about it."

The girl doesn't look a bit convinced. "Are you sure you're okay?"