I’ll be returning to Nagisa this weekend!! keep in mind, this will mean a new header, a new icon, a new format! I may consider remaking because of the fact that my tags are so messed up and it means a new start!
I just... can’t really on him anymore. I’m gonna be logging out on him for a while once I save my drafts,, sorry guys. I don’t know when he'll come back/
“I’m the child? While you- along with who knows how many other high-schoolers- are running around shooting nerf guns one of your classmates bought online?”
The breeder sat with almost perfect posture, unwinding and rewinding his scarf around his neck with a frown as he got it wrong twice. Blue eyes watched Cole for a moment, analyzing his movements and any sign of sickness up until Seiko started speaking.
Nagisa glanced up, shoulders relaxing for a moment in a rare slip of the boy hidden behind the body of steel that took his family's expectations.
"I can do that," he answered and tilted his head, offering a small and soft smile at the woman he considered his older sister. The relationship between the two was nothing short of family despite not being actually related- Seiko was much better in comparison to his actual family, after all. "It's not much of a problem."
Nagisa... wasn't sure what he had been expecting.
He opened his mouth. Closed it.
“Oh,” the breeder finally said and worked his jaw, mind whirring and working like gears ticking inside his head and finally managed out a “I assume it‘s Kuzuryuu-san’s? That’s... that’s wonderful, onee-chan.”
Nagisa’s gaze shifted to the handcuffs again. He rolled his wrists experimentally and the metal bit him, cold fingers digging hard into the flesh of his bony wrist. Maybe, maybe, maybe if he had a better family, maybe maybe maybe he loved Seiko and Hisashi more then he did, maybe maybe maybe they wouldn’t have happened.
But that was gone and their relationship was broken, innocence fractured in a world with bodies piling up on the streets. The past was the past, and Nagisa couldn’t warp anything to change it. He knew guilt had been festering in his blood from the very beginning, from the moment his father’s body had convulsed and shuddered for breaths for the last time.
That was why he didn’t fight, why he didn’t scream or cry out when Future Foundation had found him. No, he sat with handcuffs and didn’t say a word or a complaint like a little obedient dog.
“I know. I know I should be executed. Left to rot... that’s what my father told me all those months ago as well.”
How was she supposed to prove that she wasn’t scared? Nagisa didn’t know. In this world, you had to be scared. Fear meant adrenaline. Fear meant instincts. Fear meant surviving or being a coward.
“You say things like I’m not aware of them. You’re injured and traumatized. I’m someone who injured and traumatized people. Then... why are you still in a room with me? You’re thinking it, aren’t you? Thinking that I’m nothing like the person before the tragedy thinking that the person you knew is dead.”
Maybe you’re right. Or maybe the person you saw before the tragedy was broken and helpless and someone gave him a pathway to power and a world where he wasn’t scared. He was swept up into it.
“I can’t erase the past,” Nagisa said, looking up at her. “You can’t either. I’m here, now, and I’ll most likely be tried in a trial once the world sets itself upright once more. As for my friends... I don’t know. You should... cut ties with me before it gets worse.”
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He knows what’s coming the instant he opens the door to the household. A figure sits at the dinner table, a tablet held in front of him, and when Nagisa opens the door, blue irises, almost cat-like and like ice in the shadows of the room, shift towards him.
“What is this?”
Nagisa’s hand slips down the broadness of the door frame and falls by his side.
“A low grade,” Hideyoshi says as freezing cold ice starts to trickle down Nagisa’s neck, moving its’ fingers slowly down his arms. The Shingetsu stands from the table, moves long limbs from under it to stalk over to Nagisa, towering over him. “You really are a failure.”
The breeder’s grip tightens on his school bag, lifting his gaze to stare into Hideyoshi’s eyes, eyes that look like broken pieces of glass that are being driven through his skin.
He feels the slap before he sees it.
Hideyoshi strikes hard across the right side of Nagisa’s face, a sting rippling through the skin and it burns. The breeder stumbles, surprised, and falls. One hand had come up to cradle his face and the other supports him on the ground.
The father doesn’t bat an eye. Instead, he advances, kneeling down to Nagisa and letting a whisper ghost the air in between them.
“Don’t you want to prove your father wrong? Run yourself worthless and sleepless, run yourself until you’re going to collapse, run yourself until you fall like a country being torn down. Try your best and throw away everything. You’ve always been a perfectionist, Nagisa- don’t you want to show me what you can do?”
Hideyoshi reaches out, presses the pads of his fingertips against Nagisa’s cheek where he had hit him. His knuckles had hit deep there, and his son’s lips are bleeding, but the glint in Hideyoshi’s eyes doesn’t change.
“I have high expectations of you. Your friends do as well- after all, you might slip up if you start to falter in your studies.”
With that, he stands, not before delivering a quick kick to the boy’s side. Nagisa instinctively curls inward as the shoe slams into his ribcage but doesn’t utter a word of resistance.
When Hideyoshi finally leaves the room, Nagisa finally releases a breath and shudder, his face tightening and body going rigid.
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It was easy. To stain his ‘calm’ side. To stain what innocence there was even left. From a once crazed, unsettling smile to a gentle look. “Monaca believes you.” Such a soft tone, almost as if she was.. trying to make him furious. Trying to put him on a spot; then swinging him down calmly like putty in her hands. Speaking of hands, she had sat herself back down and used them to gently touch his cheeks. Cupping them and guided him down.
With his forehead resting against her shoulder, she had moved one hand to stroke his head and the other to hold him in place. “Monaca is glad you aren’t a demon. She had to make sure. Nagisa is always looking after Monaca and the other three, but who is looking after Nagisa? Monaca will do that. So don’t you worry..okay..?”
She kept the soft stroke him his head with a soft hum drowning out the silence.
“We’ll make paradise and destroy all the demons. And nobody will have to be scared again.”
Nagisa hadn’t even realized that his shoulders, his body, and his arms were trembling. Trembling with fear and cowardice and hatred and everything that didn’t make him perfect.
Where Nagisa was serious, Monaka was playful. Where Nagisa was broken, Monaka stitched the cracks with bloodied hands and sick smiles and reassurance. Where they were both broken, they were both going to take revenge on those who had wronged them.
They stayed like that for a moment, Nagisa tensing hard underneath the Mage’s touch.
“Together,” Nagisa murmured to himself. Then he repeated the word. “Together. All... five of us.”
“... that’s right. We’re going to create a place where they’re not scared... where no children are scared... we’re going to make things right. We’re not going to be scared anymore, the adults won’t be our fears anymore...! We’re going to take control... together. All five of us. As Warriors of Hope. And we’re going to start... here. Where you want to.”
the fact that Nagisa was trapped under his robot for who knows how long, mind running high on the idea that he failed, that he was betrayed, and that everything he believed in was wrong
Kai immediately threw himself at the thought of affection, nuzzling and poking his nose around with eagerness. When Ishimaru started to pet him his tail wagged wildly, a fast brown blur and yipped.
Nagisa’s grip loosened on Kai’s leash and unwound it from his fist, getting his puppy more leisure to move around because the hall monitor didn’t react badly. After all, there was always people who didn’t like dogs, hence why the breeder always closed the distance or at least made it shorter, but he could let Kai be a little more free when the said person was fine with dogs.
“Infection in his right ear. I’m a breeder myself, and I happened to hear that there was an SHSL Breeder here. Do you happen to know him?”
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