Paring: Guren Ichinose x Shinya Hiiragi
cw: headcannons, protective byakko, angst
a/n: i finally finished this after months of barely being productive. might post another one soon (if im not lazy). Ty for all the comments on the previous part! i love u guys sm.
Back inside Shinya’s mind, Byakkomaru stared at Shinya. A cold sharp piercing look that seemed to read his mind, his very mannerisms like a tiger.
“Shall I wake you up?” Byakkomaru questioned. “Ichinose seems worried about you for once.”
“... You’re lying to make me feel better.”
“True,” the demon jested. “He probably does not give a rat's ass about you.”
Even though Shinya wanted to deny the demon’s words, he knew it was true. Shinya isn’t special to Guren. He was never special. Only a friend— a rival.
“You’re making it worse, Byakko,” Shinya said exasperatedly.
“Shinya,” Byakkomaru called out. “I could devour these emotions you hold for Ichinose.”
He noticed just now, every time Byakkomaru would say Ichinose there was a hint of disgust and a slight hint of resentment in his tone.
“A temporary solution, I suppose,” Shinya pondered. “Wake me up then devour it. I can’t live with this anymore.”
I can’t wake up to see him with people who aren’t me. Get rid of this emotion. Just get rid of it!
“Understood,” Byakkomaru nodded.
Guren felt Shinya stir beside him. He stopped whatever the fuck he was doing (which was nothing), and focused on Shinya. Deep blue eyes stared at him, his gaze cold and foggy. Guren helped Shinya sit up, watching as he struggled to sit up.
“What happened? Shit everything hurts…” Shinya groaned, rubbing his head. “Where’s Yuuichiro and Mikaela?”
Guren paused, he was taken aback.
No “are you okay”? No “are you hurt”? Strange… He thought, slightly perplexed.
“Resting,” Guren answered. “You should rest as well.”
Shinya grinned at him— not his usual cheeky grin, but a colder and more toned down version. It was really strange. It reminded Guren when they were sixteen somehow…
“I’m fine. You’ve been watching us, have you not? Rest, Guren. I’m capable, you know that right?”
“I- Yea- uh… yeah, I mean of course I know.” Guren rubbed the back of his neck sheepishly.
Shinya had never treated him coldly. NEVER. Sure he might have treated him like shit when they were sixteen but they were past that! Shinya is his best friend, his rock, his constant, the person who’s been there in his ups and downs, the person who was beside him in his worst.
“Hey Hiiragi, are you alright?” Guren asked. “You don’t seem like yourself right now.”
“Gurennn, what are you doing?” Mahiru whispered tauntingly. “Maybe he’s had enough of your ass. Maybe he’s had enough of you being a prick.”
“Ichinose? Since when did you—”
Shinya cut him off as he walked away, taking one last glance at him before going to find a good sniping spot. Guren was rooted there, his mind already spiraling.
“Hiiragi! Since when the fuck did you call me Ichinose?!” Guren yelled, but Shinya was already gone.
“Ichinose,” Mahiru teased, floating around beside him. “Since when did Shinya start calling you that? I thought the tiger was tame towards you.”
“Mmm, Ichinose. It had so much disgust and hatred laced into it.”
“Stop it,” Guren’s voice was hoarse. “I don’t want your bullshit right now.”
He would never treat me like that, would he?
“Hmmm? But you loveeee me.”
Mahiru wrapped her arms around Guren.
“Did he seem possessed by his demon?” Guren demanded.
“Mmm, no,” Mahiru answered. “He looked normal. I didn’t feel any of Byakkomaru’s influence on him.”
“Shit… Did I do something?” Guren sighed, running a hand through his hair.
“Oh he’s soooo siiiccckkk of you.”
“Fuck…” Shinya muttered. “I feel so weak… maybe I should have rested like Guren said.”
Why should I even listen to him? He thought. He’s only concerned because you’re his friend, nothing more.
Shinya exhaled, he didn’t even realize he was holding in a breath.
Shinya! Byakkomaru yelled. Stop thinking about Ichinose. The more I devour the more it keeps coming back. Control yourself.
Shinya took a slow deep breath, willing himself to calm down. He was a Hiiragi. Hiiragi’s don’t have feeble weaknesses such as love.
He went up the stairs, finding the highest point in the building for a good sniping spot.
He found Yoichi already in position, bow string drawn as his eyes scanned over the ruined city.
“Yoichi-kun,” Shinya called out. “Go rest. I’ll take over.”
“Major General Hiiragi, I’ll stand watch with you,” Yoichi whispered. “I-I’ve just woken up anyways. I’ve rested enough.”
Shinya nodded, smiling slightly, “don’t push yourself too hard.”
Yoichi smiled at Shinya and nodded eagerly.
“Shinoa and Kimizuki are scouting, right?” Shinya asked.
Shinya dropped beside Yoichi, already summoning his sniper rifle with a bayonet attached to it.
“Yes,” Yoichi agreed. “They are with Shigure-san. Lieutenant Colonel Guren is downstairs planning.”
His chest tightened as he heard Guren’s name. He shook his head, trying to get rid of the lingering pain.
“Scouting behind the building with Mitsuba-san and Sayuri-san.”
Guren remembered it like it was yesterday. Sixteen— his prime, the good old days. Remembered how Shinya put talismans on him the first day he came to school. It pissed him off immensely, but he came to love him platonically eventually. Shinya was like family to him.
Until he betrayed him. He slept with Mahiru. He slept with Shinya’s bride-to-be. What kind of friend slept with the fiancée of his friend?
I’m disgusting, Guren thought bitterly as he stared at the empty space on the bed where Mahiru had just been.
He walked to the landline, his body heavy and filled with dread.
What if he hates me? What if he leaves me? He’s the first one to understand me. First one to see me more as an Ichinose. The first one who saw me only as Guren.
His hands trembled as he dialed Shinya’s number. Fingers automatically dialing the familiar number that he had unconsciously memorized.
He always stared at Shinya’s name saved in his phone, waiting for him to call or text or anything. He just wanted to see the familiar name pop up.
He’ll hate me. He’ll look at me with disgust, contempt, and see me as a demon.
He’ll start avoiding me. Shit if it comes to that I’ll commit seppuku.
“Shinya…” Guren whispered to the phone with a shaky breath. “Please, forgive me. It was a lapse in my judgement.”
“Guren?” Shinya’s voice on the other end of the line was calm, eerily calm. “What happened?”
Guren heard the other line go silent. His fingers started shaking. Shinya would never forgive him.
“... I see,” Shinya’s voice was quiet.
“Wait- Shinya! Oi Shinya!!” Guren yelled at the phone.
“Fuck!” He curses before throwing the landline away.
He scrambled to grab his clothes. He needed to make things right with Shinya.
The scene suddenly froze.
“Look at how cute you were,” Mahiru said.
“Mahiru,” Guren warned. “Enough of this. I don’t see the point of showing this to me.”
“I’m just making you do a little bit of self-reflection, Guren~”
Footsteps were heard behind them next to the stairs. Shinya turned around, pointing his gun at the intruder.
“Woah, Shinya,” Guren’s voice rang out as he held his hands up, signature teasing smirk plastered on his lips. “You could seriously blow someone’s head off with that.”
Shinya sighed exasperatedly and put his gun down, the gun slowly disappearing into burning ashes.
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