Wishes I Made Are Too Vicious To Tell
Chapters: 4/5
Fandom: K (Anime)
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
Warnings: Major Character Death
Relationships: Fushimi Saruhiko/Yata Misaki
Characters: Fushimi Saruhiko, Yata Misaki
Additional Tags: Strain AU, Romance, a bit of humor, Angst, Character Death
Summary:
Misaki remembers what both forgot.
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Chapter 04 - Desperate
Misaki stared at his friend with wide eyes and a slackened jaw only for Kamamoto to nod in the direction of a nearby cafe.
"Let's go and sit there." he suggested, walking towards it. Misaki only nodded and followed silently behind him, his mind a whirlpool of jumbled thoughts and unasked questions. Saruhiko...odd as it seemed, had sacrificed himself for Kamamoto. Putting aside the fact that this definitely topped the ‘What the fuck’ charts of this reality, Misaki was confounded when it had happened. And how. When he was back to his rightful timeline, Misaki wasn't going to lose an opportunity like this to tease the younger into oblivion.
Not when, his mind traitorously whispered, If. If you go back.
His heart squeezed painfully but he pushed the feeling back, trying to focus on the matter at hand.
When they were both settled, a waiter came to take their order and since it would look really rude, they each ordered a glass of juice. A quick glance around showed that the café didn’t have much of a clientele, just an odds customer here and there. Misaki fidgeted in his seat and faced Kamamoto squarely only to have him sigh and slouch into his seat.
"Mi-Yata-san," a wave of relief and familiarity washed over him as he stared back at the taller man in front of him, listening intently "Do you remember the time...back in elementary school, when I was in the second grade - do you remember when we went all the way over to that rich ass neighborhood?" Misaki frowned, trying to comb through his jumbled mess of memories, sorting them out until his eyes brightened.
That day.
"Oh yeah!" he called out excitedly, "It's that day with the bus incident right?" Kamamoto gave him a small wry smile before his eyes focused on the glass of juice that had been set in front of him, all traces of that smile wiped from his face.
"Yeah," he said, slouching even lower, "It's the day you told me to go get a bus ride home because you were just gonna call your mom so she could pick you up along with your bike."
What?
Misaki stared at Kamamoto, puzzled.
"No, that's not what happened." he said slowly, trying to not sound accusing, "I did get onto that bus with you remember?" It was Kamamoto's turn to look baffled.
"No, you didn't." the other insisted, eyes narrowing slightly as he frowned, "I remember because-" the rest of his words trailed off as his eyes became a bit unfocused and his mouth curved downwards. "I will always remember..." Kamamoto said, whispering now - it's a good thing Misaki inherited his hearing powers from his mother. Misaki waited but the older boy said nothing more, his eyes staring at nothing at all.
Misaki was confused.
So he hadn't ever gotten on that bus with Kamamoto? Why? It wasn't anything special - nothing to do with this messed up world.
"The reason I joined HOMRA was so I could be as strong as Yata-san back then. You were so cool standing up to that gunman."
Right. So that's why Kamamoto wasn't a part of HOMRA. And Misaki had always thought Kamamoto was lying just to make him happy. Of course, that didn't explain why Kamamoto had brought up the incident in the first place.
And why hadn't Misaki been on the bus? He should have been. His mother was right; he had been missing something. Something in his gut told him that he was close to the answer he was looking for - he just needed to probe in the right direction.
"Oh yeah, I forgot..." he lied, rubbing the back of his head, laughing nervously, eyes trained on the silent hunched figure before him, "So what happened then?" Kamamoto's gaze snapped back at his face and Misaki had to make a conscious effort not to reel back in shock.
Kamamoto's eyes were shining with unshed tears.
"I never told you...because I thought you'd feel guilty or something because of your stupid hero-complex," Kamamoto said, hands gripping the glass so tightly, Misaki feared it would break, "But that bus - that bus was hijacked."
No shit. Misaki thought, forcing himself not to roll his eyes. Externally, he widened his hazel orbs, pretending to be shocked.
"What, no way!" And if he sounded anything less than surprised than he was sort of glad Kamamoto was in no state to notice. The older man nodded.
"Yeah, sorry I never told you." Misaki waved his hand impatiently.
"Irrelevant. Get back to what happened next." He urged, wanting to know what happened.
"Yeah, so when I got onto the bus, this guy, he randomly grabbed me and this one silent brooding kid from the back. You know, to hold us hostage." Kamamoto's hands were shaking very badly now, his entire body sitting stiff, "He took us to the b-back of the bus."
In his mind, Misaki could still see that day clearly. The way that bastard had grabbed Kamamoto, when he had hauled him at the back, with a gun pressed against his temple. He remembered feeling cold and scared and angry at his helplessness.
"And then-then the other kid pulled out some fireworks from his bag and handed them to me."
That brave smart kid. Misaki didn't remember his face all that well, just that he had dark hair and wore spectacles.
"He barely managed to pass me the lighter when the gunman caught us."
Misaki remembered forgetting his fear and being consumed in a state of desperateness when he saw the man pick up the kid by his collar, pointing the gun at him. At that moment, nothing had mattered except getting him away from danger.
"And then-" Kamamoto's voice cracked, before he took a giant gulp of air, trying to steady himself. A single tear ran down his face. "Then he told me to light them up and throw them at the bastard."
And Kamamoto never got to do it. Because at that moment, Misaki had come barreling in, tackling the bad guy, freeing that kid so he could throw the fireworks himself.
Misaki had come...
But Misaki hadn't been on the bus.
Something began to coil up inside the redhead, dark and cold.
Misaki hadn't been on the bus.
He missed what Kamamoto said next, not entirely sure why his body was trembling.
Misaki hadn't saved that boy.
Black hair.
Spectacles.
Remember Misaki....
Black hair that swept across messily against his forehead.
Remember...
Blue eyes and a small hesitant smile.
Misaki...
"Saruhiko." the words sounded foreign in his mouth. Kamamoto was saying something but Misaki didn't care - didn't care because he remembered.
Misaki must be missing something important.
Tears filled his eyes and Misaki had to blink fervently to keep them from falling down his cheeks. No, he couldn't cry in front of Kamamoto. He had to stay strong. He had to.
"And that's how I found out his name was Fushimi Saruhiko." Kamamoto finished, looking pale and distraught, "I just wish- I just wish I had been strong enough to do something you know." He gulped and shot Misaki and teary grin, "I bet if Misaki had been there, he'd have been so cool and would have been able to save everyone. Even Saruhiko. And then we would have all been friends." No. This time, it was Misaki's body that shook with emotions. They wouldn't have been. Because they would both walk away, not knowing, not remembering.
A bitter taste had settled in his mouth.
He needed to get away.
"I need to go." he said thickly, getting to his feet, swaying a bit. Ignoring Kamamoto’s worried calls, he swiftly made his way out of the café, gritting his teeth tightly, hoping he wouldn’t cry. He didn’t even have a destination in mind but kept walking, not knowing how to handle the load of information that had been dumped on him.
Saruhiko was dead.
He was dead because Misaki hadn’t been there to save him.
He was dead because Misaki made a stupid wish.
Coming to halt, he stared at the building in front of him.
Broken, run down.
Definitely not where two middle schoolers should have been squatting. A small smile tugged at the corner of his lips as he fiddled with the handle a bit and entered the tiny place he had rented with Saruhiko all those years ago. Crossing the threshold, he looked around, suddenly lost in the thought that this place had never seen any of his and Saruhiko’s memories. These walls had never been covered in posters. The loft above had never been occupied by a sulky teen who shared his dreams of taking down the world. Tears pooled in his eyes once more as he collapsed to his knees, just staring at the place which held everything and nothing at the same time.
Sorry – I am so sorry.
Saruhiko – despite constantly believing that they didn’t exit – had died a hero. He had done what he himself had refused to believe in and helped someone while being genuinely concerned for someone else’s well-being.
The irony of it wanted to make Misaki laugh but the tears wouldn’t stop and the pain wouldn’t go away. Dragging himself to and upright position against the wall, he stared ahead blankly.
So what now.
He had the answers. Now what was he supposed to do with them?
Where are you Saruhiko, you bastard! I need your help!
Except, he knew exactly where Saruhiko was.
Buried six feet under the ground.
You should visit him.
He didn’t know who whispered that in his ear – or who’s voice it was he heard. But it made him slowly get to his feet and make his way to the outside world again. Casting one last look at his old – their old home, he closed the door firmly behind him.
For the second time in his life, their small world held inside shattered into a million pieces behind that closed door.
“I need to know where he’s buried.”
Standing before the Blue King, awkwardly shifting from one foot to another, he stared resolutely at the bespectacled man, who was watching him with unblinking eyes. Munakata Reisi tilted his head.
“You wish for me to disclose an information you shouldn’t be privy to?” Misaki gulped. He had known this was coming. For one he should have considered himself very lucky that the blue king had even granted him an audience – what was he, if not the HOMRA vanguard or Saruhiko’s best friend.
You are worth so much more Misaki.
And he believed that. He had a high school diploma. He had a stable job, was working to save up for a college. His family loved him, he had friends.
Mikoto san and Totsuka san were alive.
But –
“You…you probably have heard the story from Kusanagi san.” Misaki said, looking at the other man in the eyes, not balking under the scrutinizing gaze. Munakata nodded.
“I have indeed been in contact with the HOMRA bar tender. Though it confuses me why your story seems to have affected the outcome of a certain Red King.” Misaki looked away.
“I have a theory about that…”
“Oya?” Misaki blinked at the realization that the Blue King looked intrigued. “Do share.”
“Well, Totsuka san died because Kusanagi san wasn’t there to protect him. And that’s really because Kusanagi san believed no one would harm him because HOMRA had grown so much. But-“ he gulped, continuing on, trying to not show how his hands were shaking. “But with Kamamoto – without some of the founding members – without shit even me or Saruhiko, Kusanagi san would have never let down his defenses like that. He’d be on the constant look out. That’s – that’s what I believe.” Violet eyes studied him for a long while before sharply turning to look at the puzzle that was spread out before him.
“That is quite the deduction Yata Misaki kun.” He said finally, after what seemed like the longest pause recorded inhuman history. “Personally I believe that there might be some involvement from the Green clan as well, but we may never know.” Misaki nodded, not sure where the conversation was going. Mentally deciding to go to Fushimi’s old house and search for clues, he began to say good bye to the Blue King.
“Farewell Yata Misaki kun. And it might interest you to know, I cannot give out a private detail of someone else’s life.” Misaki nodded once more as the other continued on. “One of my subordinates almost died when I became the Blue King. I always thought that if he had, I would have buried him in the cemetery near the south side of the city.”
“What are you-“ All the pieces fell into place as he bowed low before rushing out of the doors, almost running into the blonde woman coming inside, startling her greatly.
“I won’t forget this you shitty four eyed bastard!”
“Fufufu~ Awashima kun, I think I like that boy.”
“Captain, please don’t say such absurd things.”
Fushimi, Saruhiko.
Misaki blinked at the empty grave stone. No words of how he was a loved son. Nothing. The grave was unkempt and uncared for. The area around it was overgrown with weeds and it had been hard for him to locate the grave in the first place. Moments before giving up and angrily cursing the blue king in his head, Misaki had nearly walked off but a small hint of gray had caught his eye and he had followed it to the most miserable excuse for a grave ever.
If not for a single dead rose on it, Misaki would have assumed no one had visited for over a decade.
Saruhiko…
Rage Misaki hadn’t felt in ages against his best friend’s parents surfaced once more and he clenched his teeth together, tears once more blinding his vision, falling like rain over his cheeks.
Saruhiko…
Those bastards.
How dare they.
How dare they leave the greatest person on this planet leave as if he wasn’t loved.
Goddamit, Saru was loved!
Maybe not by his parents. But Saruhiko had proved a very long time ago he did not need the people who created him – he was quite capable of surviving – well not on his own, but without the, at the very least. And he had so many other people in his life now.
He had his clan and King! And Anna and Kusanagi san! And him!
Saruhiko always, always had him.
“I love you Saruhiko.”
The words slipped out of his lips with such ease that he started. Love. He didn’t really love Saruhiko did he? A small feeling began to grow in his chest as he stared at the grave stone in front of him, a heavy blush staining his cheeks. Before he could even try to talk himself out of it, the realization hit him with a force of a thousand ton of bricks. Oh God – this was just –
Tell the truth.
Is this what the strain was talking about? Was he supposed to confess? Getting redder and redder at the thought, he coughed. Here goes nothing…
“Saruhiko!” he said out loud, facing the gravestone, “I love you!”
“Who on earth are you?” Whirling around, his eyes widened at the figure standing there, eyebrow raised at him.
“Y-y-you!”
Aya Oogai frowned at him, holding up a bouquet of roses.
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Moana AU! Yata sets out to the sea to get grumpy demigod Fushimi to return Te Fiti's heart. Fushimi acts like he doesn't care but secretly just wants to be loved
Mikoto the lazy useless chicken is maybe my new favorite thing XD SoYata is the son of the village chief of small island tribe Homra andhe likes all the people there and everything but he also findshimself constantly looking out at the sea and wishing he could go outexploring. He feels really cooped up stuck on the island, plus he’snot really sure how good a chief he’d be anyway and he’s alwaysworrying that he’s not going to be able to measure up to thestandards of a chief. The only person who he feels kinda understandshim is official village crazy person Totsuka, who spends all his timehanging out in the shallows playing with the rays and looking outover the horizon. One day Yata gets into a fight with his mentorKusanagi and runs off, Totsuka finds him and asks if Yata wants tocome explore the cool cave Totsuka found. Yata figures why not andthe two of them head off together. While searching the cave Yatadiscovers a bunch of old boats and realizes that the people of Homrawere once voyagers how traveled the sea and had awesome adventures.Yata of course is all hyped up for this but Kusanagi reprimands himfor it because no one’s allowed to leave the island, there’s nothingbut danger out there on the ocean (which Kusanagi knows, because whenhe was young he tried to go out exploring and his best friend Mikotocame with him and drowned. In Mikoto’s honor Kusanagi has named hislaziest chicken after him).
Yata’s all depressed that he’s not allowed to go exploring the wayhis people used to when strange things start happening on the island,like all their harvested coconuts are rotten and there’s no fish,plus people have maybe started coming down with like some kind ofstrange corrupting disease. Yata’s feeling helpless because eventhough he’s supposed to be the guy who everyone looks to for helpthere’s not really anything he can do. That’s when the ill and dyingTotsuka calls Yata into his hut and gives Yata this strange glowingstone. He tells Yata that the magic glowing rock is actually theheart of the god Weismann, who created the world and then fell into along sleep on the island of Dresden. Legend says Weismann’s heart wasstolen by a demigod named Fushimi and then lost when Fushimi wasdefeated by a god of destruction called Colorless who also wanted theheart. The blight that’s affecting the island is the effects ofColorless’s rage, finally reaching their small island. Yata’s allconfused as to how Totsuka got the rock and Totsuka says he saw theocean bring it to Yata when Yata was little. Yata’s all confused andthen he remembers one day when he was little and tried to go look atthe ocean, and the water parted for him. Yata’s mom pulled him awaybefore he could wander too far but Totsuka thought the rock waspretty and kept it. He gives it to Yata and tells Yata not to worry,everything will be all right, and he believes that Yata can restorethe heart and save everyone. Yata’s worried though because by givinghim the heart Totsuka suddenly looks weaker than before and maybeTotsuka just smiles shakily and says that it’s fine, he was alwayssickly and knew he’d die young and that maybe he should have givenYata the heart earlier before things got this bad but he wanted tolive just a little longer. He’s going to be reincarnated as a raythough, so it won’t be that bad, and he tells Yata to smile.
Poor heartbroken Yata promises Totsuka that he’ll fix things and heruns out to the nearest boat, setting out to sea. He’s already out ofsight of the village when he realizes there’s a chicken asleep in thebottom of the boat and is like well, I guess it’s just you and meMikoto-san (Yata’s always been very polite to the chicken okay, he’sheard stories about the chicken’s namesake from Kusanagi and he hasRespect). Yata figures if he wants to restore the heart he needs helpand figures the best guy for the job would be that demigod who tookthe heart in the first place. There’s no story saying what happenedto Fushimi after he lost the heart though, so Yata decides he’ll justtrust his gut and the ocean to take him to the right place. He endsup washed up on an island with a skinny tattooed nerd in glassesglaring down at him and asking him if he even knows how tosail, what kind of moron goes out on the ocean without knowing how towork a boat.
Yata immediately jumps up like listen asshole I’m new at this andanyway who says you could do any better. The guy clicks his tongueand says that he could but he doesn’t have a boat, he’s been maroonedon this island for ages and he’s not interested in company. Yata’slike good because I don’t want to keep you company but that’s when henotices that one of the guy’s tattoos is moving, which is reallyweird. The guy glares down at his tattoo and tells Yata that thetattoos are of his so-called ‘exploits’ and Yata realizes that he’sstaring at demigod Fushimi. Yata asks Fushimi to help him out butFushimi’s like not my problem, he’s not interested in the troubles ofhumans because it’s not like they have any interest in him, afterall. Maybe in the stories Fushimi’s always been treated like asemi-bad guy rather than a hero, like the things he’s given tohumanity are always treated like accidents and he was actually tryingto cause trouble. Yata tells him that for once he could do somethingto help people instead of being a jerk, saying he has the heart ofWeismann and if they can restore it to where it belongs all thedarkness sweeping the land will be swept away. Fushimi looks justinterested enough to distract Yata so he can steal Yata’s boat, Yataimmediately runs after him and Fushimi tries to toss him off the boatonly for the ocean to kindly deposit Yata back on it. Yata givesFushimi this smirk like see, you can’t leave me and Fushimi rolls hiseyes because okay I can’t get rid of you but I’m still not helping.
So then the two of them have to go on an epic journey to restore theheart. In order for Fushimi to reach full power he needs his magicknives so they have to find those first and on the way Yata learnsthat Fushimi’s not really a god by birth, he was thrown into the seaby his asshole parents who didn’t want him and the goddess of the seamade him a demigod, Fushimi assumes just because even she didn’t wanthim and this way it got him out of the sea. During the quest toretrieve the knives Yata ends up helping Fushimi multiple times, likemaybe at one point Fushimi gets injured by some bad guys after theheart and the wound is poisoned so he has to ride out the fever andhe’s shocked and confused to find Yata by his side taking care of himthe whole time. Yata figures that Fushimi’s an asshole but he’s alsokinda cool. As they get closer to where Weismann is supposed to besleeping though Fushimi keeps getting more reluctant because hefucked this up once and what if he does it again. The small sparklingbespectacled man on one of his tattoos keeps giving him encouragingsign language pep talks while Yata has some long talks with chickenMikoto because he has to bare his soul to someone and thechicken’s there, okay.
They reach the island of Dresden and that’s when the two of them areattacked by Colorless. Yata tries to fight back against Colorless andis almost killed, Fushimi freaks out because maybe he didn’t evensteal the heart to begin with, it was lost during like a seaquake andFushimi tried to retrieve it to show he wasn’t useless and failed andnow here he’s going to fail again and the only person who was everprecious to him will be destroyed. He abandons Yata, claiming that hedoesn’t care about restoring the heart and probably finds somethingof Yata’s to set on fire out of spite (“There goes your oar,Misaki.” “Fuck you Saruhiko I need that to steer!”). Yata’s allheartbroken and angry but then the spirits of his ancestors andTotsuka rally around him and it gives him the courage to go tryagain, along with his trusty chicken. Fushimi sees Yata in danger andtiny tattoo Munakata just gives him this significant look, Fushimisighs and goes running to save Yata. Together they reach Dresdenisland but can’t find the sleeping Weismann. Fushimi turns to look atColorless and tells Yata to place the heart in the spot on theforehead of the fox mask that covers Colorless’s face. When Yata doesthe evil god’s body changes and he reawakens as Weismann, thankingFushimi and Yata for saving him and reversing all the blight thatcovered the land. In the end Yata drags Fushimi back to his islandwhere everyone can now join Fushimi’s tattoo in doting on him andloving him.
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Reisaru "Princess Mononoke" scenario? ( ´ ▽ ` )ノ
Ooh yes, I love the mental image of Fushimi in San’s clothes. Likesay Munakata’s the prince of a small village, one day they getattacked by this creepy demon and Munakata has to kill it. In doingso however his arm is caught in the corruption and he ends up cursed,his arm turns discolored and maybe there’s like a scar that looksvaguely like a sword that starts near his shoulder and will slowlycreep down his arm the worse it gets, when the scar reaches his handMunakata’s body will be consumed entirely by the curse and die.Munakata’s not pleased about that and decides he has to leave hisvillage in order to keep them safe from him, he also decides tofollow the track of the demon in order to find the source of thecorruption. He brings along only some clothes and a few spare puzzlesbecause he needs something to do on the trip okay. Munakata’swandering around following the trail when he ends up hearing storiesof a forest spirit called Dresden that has great powers and may beable to fix the curse on Munakata’s arm. Munakata goes to investigateand ends up running into a battle between some of the people fromnearby village Homra and the wolves from the Scepter forest nearby,led by wolf god Awashima. Munakata is surprised to see a human ridingon one of the wolves, who fights using a variety of crude homemadeknives that go flying at the enemies with too much precision for thiskid to be some random wild foundling.
Munakata ends up helping the Homra guys to escape but only because hedislikes doing nothing but watching what he feels could be aone-sided slaughter, the Homra guys are pretty vocal about theirannoyance that Munakata thinks the wolves would have beaten them.Munakata asks about the young man riding with the wolves and theHomra guys all look displeased as they explain that was Fushimi.Fushimi maybe used to be a person who lived in the village with hisshitty dad Niki, one day Niki took fifteen year old Fushimi for awalk near the forest and then never returned. The next time they sawthe wolves however Fushimi was there and there’s a lot of unrest inthe village about his presence, people thinking that he’s a traitorwho turned his back on humans in favor of wolves. Munakata has thembring him to the village head Mikoto, who totally recognizes Munakatafrom some time in the past when he used to be a wanderer, Munakatanotes that such an efficient town seems a poor fit for the lazyuncouth man he remembers. Mikoto just shrugs and says that it keeps aroof over everyone’s heads and food in their mouths.
Munakata asks around the village after that and finds out that beforethis Homra was like a bunch of wandering homeless kids, Mikoto tookthem in and made the village so they would have a place to call homeand a family to take care of them. However this has put them inconflict with the gods that live in the forest and there’s constantbattling between them, Fushimi’s defection only made the rift growdeeper and maybe things have really escalated recently when one ofthe other village heads, Totsuka, went to retrieve something from anearby town and was killed on his way back, there were no teeth markson his body but the villagers believe that the wolves killed him.While he’s doing his investigation Munakata ends up running intoFushimi, who’s infiltrated the village in order to kill Mikoto.Munakata asks him about Totsuka and Fushimi’s eyes seem to waver fora moment before he says they had nothing to do with that, Totsukadidn’t have any power and it’s Mikoto that they’re after. Munakatawonders why Fushimi would go to live with beasts, noting that heseems to be an unexpectedly talented person, and Fushimi just clickshis tongue and mutters that humans are worthless and he would ratherbe a wolf. Munakata says that if the wolves didn’t kill Totsuka whyare they still attacking the villagers and trying to kill Mikoto, asa former member of the village Fushimi should know that they aredoing what they must to survive. Fushimi darkly says that nothing canlast forever and the village is going to be swallowed up by theforest eventually, they should accept that and leave while they can.
While the two of them are talking some of the villagers catch sightof them and someone raises the alarm. Fushimi attempts to go afterMikoto anyway, who doesn’t seem all that angry at the sight of himand instead just kinda smiles a bit as he’s like ‘Fushimi, huh. Youcame to kill me?’ Munakata is surprised that there seems to besomething almost regretful in Mikoto’s voice and he decides tointervene, stopping Fushimi. Munakata himself ends up getting injuredby a stray bullet intended for Fushimi, even so he drags a veryannoyed and protesting Fushimi out of the village. When Munakatafinally collapses Fushimi calls him an idiot and says that he shouldjust leave Munakata there to die, Munakata laughs a bit and notesthat he was correct in his original assessment, Fushimi is indeedsomeone filled with unexpected talents. Munakata blacks out and whenhe wakes up he’s healed, sitting by a lake with Fushimi next to himlooking irritated. Munakata is pleased Fushimi went to such lengthsto help him and Fushimi coldly says that he wasn’t helping Munakatahe just thought it was stupid to let someone who’s not even one ofthe villagers die. Munakata tries to talk to him a bit and ends uplearning that Fushimi was indeed once a member of the village andthat he basically lived under the thumb of his asshole dad and no oneever tried to really save him, not even Mikoto (and maybe whatFushimi doesn’t know is that Mikoto did try multiple times, and thatwhen Niki and Fushimi left the village that final day it was actuallya mission intended just for Niki so that he could be killed andFushimi could be free). Niki dragged Fushimi out on some errand oneday and they were attacked by wolves, Niki threw Fushimi to them sohe could make his escape. The wolves, disgusted by this act, killedNiki and spared Fushimi, making him one of them.
Meanwhile back at the village some creepy wandering merchant guyknown as Colorless claims he has proof that the wolves killed Totsukaand he convinces Mikoto to send his people to war against the gods ofthe forest. Mikoto’s wary but his people are fired up enough that hefigures they have no choice and they start marching on the forest.Munakata wants to stop them but Fushimi doesn’t give a fuck, he’sfine if all the humans die (except maybe one Yata Misaki who Munakataalso spoke to in the village and who seemed more hurt than anyone byFushimi’s 'betrayal’). Munakata convinces Fushimi to at least comewith him while he tries to talk sense into Mikoto, as they’reapproaching the lake where the forest spirit appears Mikoto ends upmeeting them from the other side. Munakata tries to calm him downwhen suddenly the Dresden spirit itself appears. Colorless shows upfrom out of nowhere, having been planning all along to use thisdistraction in order to take the magic stone in the spirit’s head(and having killed Totsuka for this reason as well). Removing thestone causes a great upheaval in the land, enough that it seems asthough there’s a giant crater swallowing up the ground. Munakata goesafter Colorless and almost gets killed by the shifting ground whenFushimi saves him, acting like it’s such a bother but he’s decidedhe’s not letting Munakata die either. The two of them end upretrieving the stone and saving everyone, in the aftermath Munakatabrokers peace between the town and the forest and convinces Fushimithat his place can be in both the forest and the town, he isn’t anoutcast but actually someone who simply belongs to many families (andhopefully belongs to Munakata most of all, which makes Fushimi scoffeven as he doesn’t deny it).
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