Third person POV
"......" Akira stared at her hands in a daze. She was reminiscing back to last night when she held Obi in her arms in his time of sorrow. His warmth remained on her hands that embraced him tenderly.
"Akira, I'm here." Mitsuhide said, entering the room.
"A-ah! Hello Mitsuhide!" Akira exclaimed, fumbling and waving her hands in the air. Her face was flushed red and her jaws were dropped to the ground.
"Are... Are you all right?" Mitsuhide asked slowly in concern, sitting down onto the sofa seat opposite from her.
"*Cough* I am fine. Thank you for your concern." Akira closed her eyes, exhaling to only open them again to make eye contact with Mitsuhide.
"So... From what I've gathered from memories, I met you, your siblings, and Chinodori in the past?" Mitsuhide brought up, his hands intertwined together in anxiousness.
"Correct." Akira nodded her head.
"You came to my kingdom as Izana's personal guard which I presume was before you became Prince Zen's aide." Akira said quite formally, taking a sip of herbal tea she prepared beforehand.
"Does Izana still have his memories?"
"I can most likely say yes. I don't recall my sister casting a spell on him." Akira answered.
"Then why were my memories taken away...?" Mitsuhide asked quite sadly. An image of Chinodori crying ran through his head.
"You got yourself involved with my family's game. You kept bugging me almost everyday, asking about Chinodori while not knowing she was inside of me. Chinodori told me that you seemed to be an interesting human and basically pleaded to me to take over my body for a few days. For her to plead to anyone, it is something unimaginable." Akira smiled at the memory she had of Chinodori despite their rough edges.
"Wow..." Mitsuhide speechlessly whispered.
"Wow indeed. However, her intentions revealed later was that she planned on using you and your fascination of her... To answer your complex expression, she simply needed an outsider to help set her free from being handed down generations as a guardian or in terms we both call, a puppet of violence." Akira sighed, shaking her head from the bloody memories.
"Oh..." Mitsuhide disappointedly said and looked down.
"But, after the times she spent with you... Chinodori truthfully became happier and more genuine. She no longer saw you as a tool and saved mine's and your life from the hands of my family." Akira chuckled, seeing Mitsuhide's face lighten up with relief but shock.
"Saved me? Which sibling?" He curiously asked.
"From my—" Akira cut off, immediately passing out on the spot.
"What the?! Are you okay?!" Mitsuhide jumped over the coffee table and grabbed Akira by the shoulders.
"Ugh... GET YOUR HANDS OFF OF ME!"
"Oof! C-Chinodori?!" Mitsuhide shouted, stunned because of her kick and her sudden appearance when Akira was just about to tell him more to his lost memories.
"Tch!" Chinodori dusted off her shoulders and pursed her lips up.
"Show me where the crime scene is at. I forgot." Chinodori yawned, smacking her lips.
"Did you purposefully interrupt my conversation with St-Akira?!" Mitsuhide's jaw dropped, trailing behind Chinodori out the door.
"Hm~? I have no clue what you're talking about. I just thought that you humans needed my knowledge of the crime scene." Chinodori calmly said, waving her hand around.
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Fight for Love (Snow White with the red hair) (Obi x oc)
FanfictionA beautiful and young girl whose smile can outshine any sunny day or rainy day has a rather horrid past that contradicts her smile. Her rare hair color is not to blame for her difficulty, but rather an odd family feud that which she ran away from, b...
