šŖš summary: occassionally, he opens his mouth and flowers come out instead of words.
šŖš genres + warnings: angst, major character death, kazuha hasĀ hanahaki disease,Ā blood mention, implications of vomiting, this was rushed(?)
šŖš note: definitions marked by asterisks are at the bottom of this post!
šŖš word count: 0.6k
it was raining that night. kazuha remembers it clearly as if the rain shed tears and wept for your passing.
you were always more reckless than the maple-patterned boy you called your closest friend. you were the one always diving deep into the heart of danger for the sake of proving yourself, building yourself, more and more. though the calm-tempered kaedehara kazuha could never be as impulsive as you were, he promised he would always fight alongside you as a comrade in arms.
the time kazuha spent with you was the most fun he ever had in his life. oh, how radiant the sun was when you set off on your travels. and when it rained, it poured shimmering beads of liquid crystal, dazzling each blade of grass and each flowerās petals. nature loved you. kazuhaās heart danced to a different type of beat the day you gifted him an asagao*, a beautiful shade of indigo that stood out on his being. it clashed with the red on his clothes.
āthe musou no hitotachi,ā you started, one day.
your words cut through his daydream like a polished blade through autumn leaves. kazuha looked up at you, perplexed. ārepeat that?ā
āhave you heard of it? a sword art. the musou no hitotachi.ā
how couldnāt he have heard of it? his upbringing would only let him learn about the regality behind the art of the blade, so he informed you. only the raiden shogun could unleash such a skill; a show of her immense power and control. though, the cost of experiencing it is oneās life.
he never should have told you. the glimmer in your eyes was unmistakable. you would stop at nothing just to prove yourself. more and more.
the winds said nothing, that day. kazuha said nothing more, either; the asagao*Ā had become stuck in his throat, restricting his airflow just enough so his words could no longer escape. it wasnāt that bad. one day, kazuha thought to himself, humming a distant tune, one day you will hear my song of yearning.
šŖš summary: occassionally, he opens his mouth and flowers come out instead of words.
šŖš genres + warnings: angst, major character death, kazuha hasĀ hanahaki disease,Ā blood mention, implications of vomiting, this was rushed(?)
šŖš note: definitions marked by asterisks are at the bottom of this post!
šŖš word count: 0.6k
it was raining that night. kazuha remembers it clearly as if the rain shed tears and wept for your passing.
you were always more reckless than the maple-patterned boy you called your closest friend. you were the one always diving deep into the heart of danger for the sake of proving yourself, building yourself, more and more. though the calm-tempered kaedehara kazuha could never be as impulsive as you were, he promised he would always fight alongside you as a comrade in arms.
the time kazuha spent with you was the most fun he ever had in his life. oh, how radiant the sun was when you set off on your travels. and when it rained, it poured shimmering beads of liquid crystal, dazzling each blade of grass and each flowerās petals. nature loved you. kazuhaās heart danced to a different type of beat the day you gifted him an asagao*, a beautiful shade of indigo that stood out on his being. it clashed with the red on his clothes.
āthe musou no hitotachi,ā you started, one day.
your words cut through his daydream like a polished blade through autumn leaves. kazuha looked up at you, perplexed. ārepeat that?ā
āhave you heard of it? a sword art. the musou no hitotachi.ā
how couldnāt he have heard of it? his upbringing would only let him learn about the regality behind the art of the blade, so he informed you. only the raiden shogun could unleash such a skill; a show of her immense power and control. though, the cost of experiencing it is oneās life.
he never should have told you. the glimmer in your eyes was unmistakable. you would stop at nothing just to prove yourself. more and more.
the winds said nothing, that day. kazuha said nothing more, either; the asagao*Ā had become stuck in his throat, restricting his airflow just enough so his words could no longer escape. it wasnāt that bad. one day, kazuha thought to himself, humming a distant tune, one day you will hear my song of yearning.
šŖš summary: occassionally, he opens his mouth and flowers come out instead of words.
šŖš genres + warnings: angst, major character death, kazuha hasĀ hanahaki disease,Ā blood mention, implications of vomiting, this was rushed(?)
šŖš note: definitions marked by asterisks are at the bottom of this post!
šŖš word count: 0.6k
it was raining that night. kazuha remembers it clearly as if the rain shed tears and wept for your passing.
you were always more reckless than the maple-patterned boy you called your closest friend. you were the one always diving deep into the heart of danger for the sake of proving yourself, building yourself, more and more. though the calm-tempered kaedehara kazuha could never be as impulsive as you were, he promised he would always fight alongside you as a comrade in arms.
the time kazuha spent with you was the most fun he ever had in his life. oh, how radiant the sun was when you set off on your travels. and when it rained, it poured shimmering beads of liquid crystal, dazzling each blade of grass and each flowerās petals. nature loved you. kazuhaās heart danced to a different type of beat the day you gifted him an asagao*, a beautiful shade of indigo that stood out on his being. it clashed with the red on his clothes.
āthe musou no hitotachi,ā you started, one day.
your words cut through his daydream like a polished blade through autumn leaves. kazuha looked up at you, perplexed. ārepeat that?ā
āhave you heard of it? a sword art. the musou no hitotachi.ā
how couldnāt he have heard of it? his upbringing would only let him learn about the regality behind the art of the blade, so he informed you. only the raiden shogun could unleash such a skill; a show of her immense power and control. though, the cost of experiencing it is oneās life.
he never should have told you. the glimmer in your eyes was unmistakable. you would stop at nothing just to prove yourself. more and more.
the winds said nothing, that day. kazuha said nothing more, either; the asagao*Ā had become stuck in his throat, restricting his airflow just enough so his words could no longer escape. it wasnāt that bad. one day, kazuha thought to himself, humming a distant tune, one day you will hear my song of yearning.
and then came the vision hunt decree.
if only you had told him what you were planning.
didnāt you know he would risk his life for you? the asagao were enough proof of that, werenāt they? (though he supposes it was his fault you were never aware of them.)
didnāt you know heād march straight into a storm if you had asked him to? (why didnāt you ask? even a whisper wouldāve done the job. the wind would carry your message to his ears, anyway.)
so why was it that when he finally arrived at tenshukaku, the wind whipping and whirling around him in panic and in anticipation, your blade had already clattered to the ground? why did the raiden shogun, as powerful and immense her glory was, announce a sentence of divine punishment? and why was your name uttered by her lips? why did you go so far (without him)?
the red of your blood clashed with the beautiful shade of indigo lightning.
in your last moments, what expression was on your face?
when kazuha fled with your dying vision in his hands, the winds were already changing. they wailed in your absence. the rain clouds were rolling in, echoing a song of passing and death. kazuha could still hear the drumbeat of thunder and see the flashes of lightning behind the radiant glow of the holy raiden shogun. with each clap of thunder, each strike of lightning, sparks of fear ran through his body up until he finally escaped from the omnipresent eyes of god herself.
and as he collapsed onto the ground, his heartbeat pounding in his ears, he heaved a great deal of flowers that heavily contrasted the muddy dirt ground staining his hands and clothes.
as expected, the brilliant purple asagao petals he was so used to rushed out his throat like a flood and littered the forest ground.
he coughed once more, and out came the last emblem of his unrequited affection.
a single, ruffled petal born from pink carnations.**
*asagao - japanese morning glory - ābrief loveā
category/extra notes: angst, modern!au, mentioned drinking and the reader is drunk
a little summary: heād let you do anything. anything, as long as youāll stay by his side.
note: song is ācrash my carā by coin + pink camellia (longing for someone) also pls reblog</3 reblogs help a lot
āyouāre drunk again,ā albedo says, lips pursed. he looks worried, the same way he always does and something tugs in your chest at that.
the statement rings in your ears but you in the end canāt really find yourself to care. heās not wrong, of course he isnāt. he never is. but it was easier that way, truly.
he guides you to his car without saying anything more, one of his hands under your arm and the other on the small of your back. his face twists when he smells the alcohol, but he doesnāt say anything. he never does. you think that maybe he understands how it is. youāre not sure he does though. you suddenly realize you donāt know a lot about him. you donāt know why. why do you not know anything about the person that has been with you for the longest time?
youāre the shiny lights and sparkly lamps, youāre the music inside the bars and the laughter ringing in the air. youāre the sun and a moon at the same time and youāre loud but also quiet and he doesnāt understand how you can be full of contradictions.
he thinks he doesnāt have any right to do so, but he still longs for you. for the way you were before, for the way you are now and for the way youāll be. it hurts, hurts so badly, because you always seem to be out of his reach.
he parks under your shared apartment and glances at you. youāre sleeping. you always fall asleep while in the car. itās one of the things that never changed.
āiām so stupid,ā he murmures to himself, eyes focused on your sleeping face and hands clutching the steering wheel. you look so peaceful, mouth slightly open and your hair spilled around your face. āi am such an idiot,ā his heart clenches.
he was an idiot. heād let you do anything. you could rip out his heart, walk all over it and throw it into the sea and heād still find yet another reason to love you. heād let you do anything, as long as it meant youāll stay by his side.
haha;; umm, iād first like to apologize for being inactive and disappearing for awhile;;; iāve been kinda busy and also had no motivation to do much;;; secondly i have a kazuha fic iām proofreading/editing and i rlly hope i can send that out to you guys soon and try to get back into the mood :)
tysm oh gosh,,,, ik i donāt interact here often (although iād definitely love to; my inbox is always open!!) but iām glad some of u decided to stick around (=Ā“āļ½)ā”
