#jikka x reader

[nevermeyers]

Says “I know a spot”

» And then Tenza takes you to a rose garden for a romantic picnic

» And then Shion takes you to a restaurant near a cinema and jokes all the time about seeing a movie

» And then Fuchi takes you to an autopsy room

» And then Shugen takes you to the library to go over the bushidō in depth

» And then Jikka challenges you to guess where, waits for you to say a random place and then tells you that you have guessed it

» And then Sagiri takes you to a cute cafe

» And then Eizen takes you to an afternoon of self care in a beauty shop

» And then Kishō offers yourself to teach you how to use a katana at a training camp, after which you have a picnic

» And then Senta takes you on a museum date

criminals ver.

[mangomo]

Recollection

Jikka x reader

Astonishment

That was what he felt as he watched Rien’s body wither away. Had they really done it? Was this some kind of illusion? Was the alcohol playing tricks on him?

This couldn’t be. Why hadn’t he seen this? He should’ve known they would have won. He should’ve seen it.

But he didn’t. All he saw in the future was failure, death. He had already lost all hope when he saw it. Deciding that his last moments would be best spent with alcohol, he drowned himself in his liquor, accepting humanity’s defeat, waiting for it to come.

But it never did.

He didn’t expect this. His face leaned on his hand, as his body rested on its side. He faced the collapsing ruins of the ship, watching as it fell apart, into the water.

The ship was a symbol of a new beginning, or rather humanity’s end, and it was being consumed by fire, with it disappearing into the water.

The destruction of the ship marked humanity’s success - it’s success of overcoming death.

With the death of Rien and the destruction of the ship that housed all of the insects, the people on the mainlands would live.

This victory reminded him of something. It reminded him of a distant memory hidden in the back of his mind. It made him recall the only other time his sight had been wrong.

He didn’t like it. Why did this have to remind him of what happened? Remind him of her?

But it didn’t matter if this event made him recall her. His memories of her had already always consumed him. The most he could do was keep her in the back of his mind, but sometimes something would trigger memories of her. Something like this would make him have recollections of her.

He could never forget her. How could he? He didn’t know; he’d already tried all the ways he knew. No matter how many bottles of sake he drank, no matter how many women he slept with, he couldn’t rid his mind of his memories of her.

He remembered. The ends of her shawl fluttering in the breeze. The curving of her mouth as she gently smiled at him. The warmth of her presence as she walked beside him. The dirt road crunching under their feet. Her laugh tinkling in the air as she chatted with him.

He remembered the way she refused his arm. She chuckled and shook her head, for it was improper to show such affection in public. But her eyes reflected warmth and promise. Promise that she would shower him with love later.

He was walking her back home. She had went to visit him, bringing sake and sweetened buns to celebrate the rising of his rank. He truly didn’t deserve her. She had come all this way, bringing food she made, just to see him. Walking her back was the least he could do. His presence would keep away the eyes of other men. He would keep them from doing anything to her.

He matched his pace with hers, walking leisurely to savor the time they spent together, the sword he was given by the shogun at his side. He could see her home in the distance. A small two story building stuck between other buildings, with her shop at the bottom and her residence at the top. He could recognize it anywhere. After all, he had been there countless times.

As they were getting closer, he checked. Would she be alright if he left her home alone?

He had done this every time he took her home. Checking to see if she would be safe. Checking to see if she needed him to stay. If she did, he would. He would stay.

He would do so with no hesitation, no regret. She was after all, the most important to him. She was above everyone and everything else.

And as they arrived at the front of her door, he checked one last time. He saw no danger and saw that she would be safe. This was good, he felt reassured.

She looked at her door and then at him. Her eyes creasing as she smiled at him, thanking him. He shook his head as he chuckled, saying he should be the one thanking her, for she went to visit him.

When she opened her door, he brought her into his arms for a quick embrace, expressing his feelings of love and happiness as he gave her a quick peck on the cheek, not caring if anyone nearby saw. He whispered a promise of meeting tomorrow then pulled away. Her flustered expression causing him to smirk.

Soon after whispering their soft goodbyes, he was on the way back to the Yamada residence, not looking back.

If only he had stayed. If only he had thought to doubt his sight. If only he had chosen to ignore his duties.

He remembered it so clearly. The walk to her house the next day. The usually bustling village was empty. Buildings burnt to the ground, leaving behind ashes.

He remembered the panic he felt, the way the his adrenaline increased as he ran to her home. His apprehension only getting stronger as he got closer. Every building looked the same, laying in ruins and ashes.

He remembered the way he pushed his legs to move faster as he saw the ruins laying in place of her shop. The rubble crumbled beneath his feet as he hurriedly moved small burnt planks. He cursed his sight, for it was no help. He fought the urge to cough, the small wind was blowing the ash around.

That was when he saw it. As his foot landed on its place in the rubble, he spotted something. His heart dropped.

He chose ignorance, not believing what he was seeing, so he moved closer. He collapsed onto his knees, staring at what was left of her. Sticking out of the rubble, beneath the burnt ruins of the building was her.

And there he was, starring at her charred skin present on her hand, with the rest of her body hidden by the ruins of the building. His shaking hands gently held onto her, an anguished cry leaving him, filling the empty silence.

A tear trickled down his face as he remembered. He was still staring, staring at the place where the ship once was, ignoring the others as they climbed onto the boat.

He remembered the way her burnt flesh rubbed against his skin. What used to be her rubbing her softer hands against his rougher ones was gone, replaced by him holding onto her charred hand, his softer hands against her rougher one.

The regret and anguish he felt, it was all coming back. Resurfacing because his sight had once again been wrong. But this time, it ended with a positive outcome. So unlike the first time, with the recollections he now faced, of his sight being wrong with her.

Jikka is literally so overpowered and so good looking