For You

"You are beyond my reach."

i found something old i wanted to work on again so i decided to post it here. 

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sengoku

Promised another's life and their undying loyalty, you departed your beloved kingdom in order to preserve your dying bloodline. The five bodyguards did their part in protecting you by repaying their debts with blood and collecting the swords of the fallen in order to prove their skill. They all hoped for another chance at life, and if it meant that it also required your heart, they would have it at all costs.

Ushijima Wakatoshi was a man incriminated for slaying fifty bodyguards of the king with an accomplice for revenge. He had no reason to believe he needed to plead for innocence: he was ready to throw himself into hellfire for the sake of clearing the name of his fallen comrades who were accused of betraying the kingdom.

'You shall protect my ____, even if your wretched soul suffers in the cauldrons in Hell, you will give _____ every chance to live.'

To the kingdom, Ushijima and his fellow soldiers who died for peace were nothing but worthless fleas who betrayed for money; he was dead anyway.

'I pledge...'

Two months and three days after accepting the king's personal request before he was betrayed by his own son and slain before his people, he and his new 'comrades' protected you with fervor. Heads rolled, people screamed, and he would hear you sob and pray to the gods for the slain who were not given a proper burial. You would occasionally ask if any of them were faring well on the pilgrimage to the sea, all of them answering with fake honestly so that you could continue to live in pleasant ignorance.

Oikawa Tooru, Ushijima's accomplice in his crime, had said you were a person to keep very careful watch of. Iwaizumi Hajime, the wandering ronin that was rumored to have beheaded a famous general and stole his seat of power, commented on your stone face and hollow features. The oddly energetic ninja duo consisting of Bokuto Kotaro and Kuroo Tetsuro were probably the most genuine of the group as they actually bothered to make an actual bond with you, regardless of how much your facade was crumbling before them. The ragtag group of so-called bodyguards abandoned the luxury called sleep, stole from the corpses of the slain to keep your candle lit, and followed your every whim even though you had few to request. The continuous travel without rest punished your mental fortitude: the myriad of tortured carcasses left a message of hatred as you wandered the road for your selfish salvation.

Ushijima Wakatoshi had you to himself one night, the cold winds of the foggy forest and damp ground allowed him to witness just how vulnerable you were. Of the five men, you had no combat experience and lived the entirety of your life cushioned in luxuries commoners had no chance in their short lives to experience. Through your veins ran noble blood said to have been from a long line of famous warlords, but that time of pride no longer mattered when all your kin was eliminated and sent into the 9th circle of Hell. Regardless of your loss, you carried through your plight with nothing but memories and a single tattered cloth. Ushijma knew that strange cloth held some sort of significant meaning, but he lost all curiosity in emotional belongings.