the heart that time could not bury (vampire!chishiya)
pairings: chishiya x reader
synopsis: You were dying in his arms, blood spilling, breath fading, yet all you could do was speak a promise that you would be reborn and find him again. Chishiya, who had never faltered, could only watch as the world ended with you.
warnings: angst, hurt no comfort, major character death, blood, vampire bites, crying chishiya as warning cuz bae that hurts, mm desperate chishiya? is that even a warning?, out of character chishiya cuz bae is desperate here
author's note: this is just an impulse writing lol, im planning to make a second part of this where the reader reincarnated and they met again and heheheh yearning chishiya ig?
It is cruel that the heart can still beat while it is being torn apart.
To watch someone you love falter beneath death is to stand at the edge of an abyss and know you cannot pull them back. The air itself becomes heavy, suffocating, as every second stretches into an eternity of helplessness. Their breath grows shallow, their eyes dim, and yet you cannot close your own. You are forced to bear witness to the shattering of your soul embodied in their breaking body.
There is no poetry vast enough to contain the ache that floods your chest in that moment. Every memory, every laugh, every whisper shared between you floods forward in an unstoppable tide, mocking the silence that creeps closer. Love does not shield you then; it sharpens the grief until it feels like you are being gutted alive. You would give everything to take their place, to rewind the clock, to throw yourself between them and fate. But your hands are empty, and the world shows no mercy.
And when their life ebbs away like water through your fingers, you are left standing in ruins. You cry out, but your voice is powerless against the indifference of death. You cling, but nothing anchors them here. Then you realize there is no plan, no wisdom, no strategy to save you from despair.
Chishiya didn’t know what to do.
Normally he was always a step ahead, always had a plan. But when the person you love is dying in front of you, neck bitten by the enemy, losing blood because you loved them, the only truth left is agony.
"Stay with me, please," he whispered as he pressed his trembling hand against your neck, trying to stop the bleeding.
But it was no use because the wound was too deep, and your life was draining out too fast, slipping through his fingers like water he could never hold.
You took a deep breath and stared at him, watching the way he tried to remain composed, his face an unreadable mask, but you saw the flicker of panic in his eyes, the cracks forming where his control used to be.
His fangs were out, glinting, probably because of your blood, but even then he never moved to take the last of your life. Instead, his hands shook violently as he tried to keep you here, as if sheer will could tether you to the earth.
You tried to smile weakly, your voice breaking as you whispered, "It will be okay, it's time to let go."
But he cut you off sharply, his own voice trembling as he said, "Stop talking, save your strength, stay with me."
You reached for his hand, whispering softly, "You have to be strong, it's not your fault."
His eyes burned with unshed tears as he shook his head. "Don't leave me," he begged, the word cracking like glass in his throat. "You can't leave me."
Of course you did not want to leave him. Every breath in your lungs still reached for his, every beat of your heart clung stubbornly to the rhythm of his. Even as your body failed you, your soul screamed to remain by his side, to hold on to the warmth of his touch, to the desperate light in his eyes. There was no will stronger than your wish to stay, yet fate was crueler than love, and your pleas could not silence the march of death.
So you had no choice but to whisper again, "I love you, I always will."
His composure shattered completely.
"No, stop it," he said desperately, clutching your hand tighter, "you're not leaving me, not now."
For once, Chishiya was desperate. All his calculations, his cold brilliance, his careful distance meant nothing as he clung to you like a drowning man, praying for a miracle that would not come.
"Please, I'm begging you," Chishiya muttered, and though his words were low, the fracture in his tone betrayed him. He never begged, never showed his hand, but the mask he always wore was breaking. His hands pressed harder against your wound, precise and steady in movement yet trembling beneath the surface. "I can’t calculate my way out of this, not without you. Don’t leave me — dammit, I don’t know how to function without you."
You shook your head weakly, tears streaking your cheeks. "You can’t," you whispered, "My blood has venom in it, from his bite. You’ll die if you try."
"Do you think I care about that?" His voice rose, trembling with both rage and grief. "I don’t care what’s in your veins. I’m not losing you. I won’t."
"I promise, we will meet again. I will . . ." You coughed, and from the taste of it, you knew it was blood. But you didn’t care because you had to tell him this, your final truth. "I will be reborn, and find you. Even if the world forgets me, even if centuries pass and your eyes never see me, I will come back. I will trace the same streets, breathe the same air, and search every shadow until I am in your arms again. And when I do . . . I will love you with every fragment of a soul that death could never claim."
In one swift, pained movement, he bent to your neck, biting down where the venom had spread. The taste burned like fire on his tongue, searing his veins, but he didn’t stop. Not even when his hands trembled violently, not even when the venom scorched through him like molten glass. He sucked the poison out with a ferocity that bordered on madness, his own body convulsing at the pain, yet he didn’t pull away. Not even once.
You gasped at the shock of his bite, feeling his desperation press into your skin, his tears falling warm against your throat. His agony mingled with yours, but he held on, as though if he just endured enough pain, if he just fought hard enough, he could drag you back from the edge.
But how long could he pretend you were not fading?
How long could he ignore the stillness under his hands, the pulse that no longer beat against his fingers? His tears fell freely now as he kept trying, shaking you gently, whispering your name like a prayer that would not be answered.
His mind went blank. He pressed his forehead to yours, blood on his lips, venom burning his body from within, and whispered hoarsely, "Please . . . just one more breath. Please."
But the silence that followed was deafening.
The world had already stolen you, and he was left kneeling in the ruins of his control, holding a body that no longer reached back for him. And in that stillness, he realized with a crushing certainty that no strategy, no brilliance, no plan could outwit the cruelty of fate.
Oh, how Chishiya despised vampires, and he despised himself for being one of them.
