‘ Hold me close through the night
Don’t let me go, we’ll be alright
Touch my soul and hold it tight
I’ve been waiting all my life
I won’t scar your young heart
Just take my hand
I was made for loving you’
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Thanks so much for allowing me to do this for you, @kata-ru, for sharing your love story and your Natsu with me and my Pora. Thanks for letting her be her first best friend.
I will never be able to return the favor of all the perfect drabbles you give me for my Masapora. Like ever, for real.
I love you a lot!!!
So, enjoy, your own cg, just as Crystal did before. With your Kojutsu song, of course ~~~
Yukinako | Kojutsu | Masapora
Clarifications, as always:
This is a edited CG (two, tbh) from SLBP, so the bases belongs to Voltage inc. I just re-draw and re-paint (and edit, a lot).
‘Natsu’ is @kata-ru OC for our RP with @kanarenee. I just drew her based in her specifications.
Dont use this image even if your OC is similar to Natsu. This girl is Natsu, not your OC.
Dont re-post or re-upload this image anywhere. Likes and reblog are always appreciated.
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Why had he gone to the library that day? He was not sure. Something just pulled him from his way home, calling him, and he decided to give in. It had been a while, perhaps because the mess he had at home told him it was not the time to buy anything new. A sigh escaped his lips as he entered the shop, his shoulders relaxing reflectively at the sight of so many books.
He didn’t know why, but being in the library always relaxed him.
Kojuro wandered for a while, his eyes falling from shelf to shelf, not really reading anything. He didn’t know what he was looking for, after all. As usual, the library was empty. Not many people had taken a liking for reading like he had. Perhaps that was why it was such a peaceful place, he thought, the fact that not much people visited made it quiet and relaxing. He wished he could say the same about his room.
His eyes fell on who seemed to be the only other person in the shop.
It was a woman, her frame small and fragile just by looking at it. A smile appeared on his lips as he watched, for a few seconds, amazed with the sight in front of him. Was that the right thing to do? Probably not. But did he care? Not at all. He could help her later, but Kojuro knew he wouldn't have the chance to watch her again if he did it right away.
Kojuro was not usually that interested in women he saw in town, but this time he could not take his eyes off of her.
Maybe it was the fact that she was trying to reach a shelf much taller than her. Or simply the way determination marked her features as she tried everything to get to the book she was looking for. It was, indeed, cute. And fun.
She was not as amused, though.
Annoyed by how useless she seemed to be, Natsu let out an exasperated sigh. Why did it have to be so high? They did not even have a small step to help, and there was no one around she could ask. And, honestly, even if there was, she was too stubborn to ask for help.
All she wanted was to get that poetry book. Natsu remembered it well; it was her mother's favorite, the one she was always re reading. Her father had thrown it away, but now that she found it she was not going to waste her chance to get it back.
Frustration getting the best of her, she wondered if trying to climb the shelves would be a good idea.
"Here" he walked to her, taking the book easily from the shelf. "This is the one you're looking for?"
Natsu looked up, surprised to see someone else. She took the book from him, her fingers grazing his. When had that man gotten there? Why was he helping her? The gentle smile on his lips stole her words away, and she let her eyes wander awkwardly around the room.
Shy, that was the look on her face. Kojuro chuckled softly, somehow content with that reaction. He saw her hugging the book to her chest, and he wondered just how important it was for her. She had been so eager to get it and now the way she hugged it told him it was not just any book.
"Yes. Thank you..." she finally said.
Silence settled between them.
Her eyes met his, and for the first time he let himself watch her closely. The way her hair fell on her back like a waterfall, her brown eyes looking at him behind that curtain of thick eyelashes, her lips slightly open; like she wanted to say something but she could not find the words. He even took notice of the contrast between the soft blue of her kimono against her skin.
He was sure that he had not seen her before.
"You should be careful next time" he chided her, softly. "You could hurt yourself"
"I'm not a child" she replied, her eyes leaving his face to look somewhere else. "Thank you, again. I have to go now"
Kojuro wanted to say something, anything, maybe just to hear her voice again... But she gave him no chance. Her back turned to him, she walked to the shop owner, not looking back once. It reminded him of the ocean. Quiet but strong, the storm just lying on the surface, calm enough to stay hidden but prepared to rain if it was necessary.
Her heart beating hectic in her chest, Natsu paid the owner for the book and stepped out. Was she running away? Certainly. It did not matter how curious she could be about that man, it was not her place. Just with a glance one could notice he was someone important, and she was just a girl trying to find herself again. Natsu knew she was no match for someone like him.
“Found something you like, Lord Katakura?” the owner asked him.
His eyes still fixed on her frame as she walked away, he smiled. “Perhaps”
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A sigh escaped her lips.
The festival, full of people, seemed like an attractive idea to relax after work... If she had someone to go with. Her aunt had insisted to stay home, saying that it was a good opportunity for her to make some friends. Guess it was a bit strange that she had two years there and still not a close friend.
She sighed, again.
Her hand reached for a notebook. The pattern had caught her attention, and having a place to write her thoughts would help her clear her mind if she needed it. However, her hand grazed another.
Seemed like someone else was interested in the same book.
"I'm sorry" she apologized, looking up, but her words got caught in her throat.
It was the same man she had seen weeks ago in the library. The same green eyes, the same gentle smile. It was him, she had no doubt. But it was a bit strange, she thought, to be seeing him again there, in the festival.
"Apologies" he smiled. "I thought that book was..."
"Interesting" she finished for him, a smile on her own. He nodded. "You can have it, I was just looking"
"No, no, it's fine" he shook his head. "You have it. I have enough books, no space for that one even if I were to buy it"
A giggle escaped her lips, and Natsu realized; she didn't feel alone anymore. Not with his eyes looking at her and his smile making her feel small. Agreeing with him, she took the book and paid for it. But he did not move.
Kojuro looked at her, just a few seconds. He never pretended to go out that night. He accepted only because Shigezane said it would be a great opportunity to watch over Lord Masamune and Lady Pora, but now he was all alone. It seemed to be too early to go home, but she seemed to be alone, just like him.
"Mind if I keep you company?" he asked.
"Oh no, no, don't worry about me" she was blushing now. Kojuro thought it looked lovely on her, but only smiled. "I was going back anyway and..."
"It would be a waste, though" he insisted. "Going home on such a beautiful night"
Natsu stayed quiet. She couldn't understand him. Why would he want to stay with her? He was right. It was a beautiful night, but she was sure he had better things to do than keep her company. She had a lot of questions, but somehow they all died in her throat.
There was nothing she could offer him, yet there he was, asking for her presence, just a few hours of her time. But, was she really willing to give in? Natsu didn't know much about his life or his world, but... Truth be told, she didn't want to be alone that night. Not when she had spent all those days wondering if she would ever see him again. Not when, for the first time, someone seemed to have noticed her no matter how hard she tried to hide.
Maybe it was going too fast.
Perhaps it wouldn't even last.
But his smile was enough to make her feel like it would be fine, that everything would work out somehow.
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For someone as schooled as he was, not finding the correct words felt awkward. But that was just the effect she had on him; leaving him speechless, always hanging on her every word. He had never experienced that kind of trouble before. Had this been any other woman he would probably write pages of all the words he could use to describe her, but it was not. Natsu sat in silence, completely unaware of his presence as her hands reached for her hair and the ribbon she always used to pull up her hair.
Had this been any other woman he would not be so mesmerized watching her braiding her hair.
Like a ritual, Natsu always braided it before work. If it was not a braid then a ponytail, but it was weird to find her with her hair down. Those little moments he had at home where he could see her like no one else did, where no one could see her but him were like little treasures for him.
Small just like her.
He had never asked why she almost never had her hair down or why it bothered her so much to have it that way when she was working. Kojuro assumed it was a matter of comfort and so he never felt the urge to ask. Watching her was enough for him, and so he did exactly that: his eyes glued to her frame, an imperceptible smile on his lips. All her expressions, the way her fingers worked through her hair, her eyes calm like the ocean… He always enjoyed watching her.
Once she had finally braided her hair, she turned to look for the cloth she brought into the room. Her intention was to clean the mess he had made yesterday, the one she did not clean immediately because of how late they had gotten home. However, her eyes fell on him; on the way his shoulder rested against the wall, his eyes looking right at her with all the love his lips never hesitated to pronounce.
She felt the heat creeping over her cheeks.
“What are you looking at?” Natsu mumbled, her hands on her head. “Do I have something on my hair? Or—?”
“No” he chuckled. “You are just too beautiful not to watch”
The reaction was instantaneous. Her cheeks first pink as the soft sakura petals now red as azuki beans, he felt delighted with that reaction. She looked lovely with that shade of red on her skin, even as she averted her eyes from him. Kojuro enjoyed those moments, where he could turn the tables, where he could just be honest and watch her squirm. It was adorable, seeing her trying to figure out how was she supposed to answer.
“Is it so wrong of me to appreciate beautiful things then?” he pressed her.
“Stop it” an embarrassed giggle escaped her. “We have to clean, stop trying to distract me”
“So I am distracting you?”
He walked to her, a boyish smile on his face. Natsu pursed her lips in a thin line, feeling her cheeks hurt with the effort of containing the silly smile that was trying to escape her. That look on his eyes told her he knew exactly what he was doing, and he enjoyed it. Once he was close enough, Kojuro sat down, across her.
“Because you are very distracting, I must say” he reached for her, his hand on her cheek.
She laughed again. “Now I am distracting?”
It was perhaps the most perfect sound he had ever listened. His heart always fluttered in his chest when she laughed, but so did it whenever she smiled, whenever she looked at him. Guess that was just how bad she had him.
“You are always distracting” Kojuro chuckled. “But you don’t notice it”
“Oh yes, very distracting, with my hair up, an apron and no makeup” she joked.
She was not wearing an apron then, but he still checked just in case. Just to make her laugh again. His eyes fell on the yukata she was wearing that day, with the pattern of medium flowers, soft light blue fabric against her skin. He had never seen her wearing strong colors, and even when she wore rouge it was only for a few minutes. It was like it burnt her skin, she took it off almost immediately… Though lately he noticed she had taken a liking for them.
“I do think you look beautiful even with an apron on” he smiled. “And the makeup, well… If you are distracting without it… with it I’ll have a problem, don’t you think?”
“You won’t because I don’t wear it”
“Why not?”
Natsu let out a giggle. He was being incredibly insisting, but she didn’t mind. It was part of his charm, one would say, but she knew it went deeper than that. It was part of the man he was, of all the things that made him himself, and she would not change that. Even if he teased her, she could always tease him back.
“Why are you so interested in my clothes and makeup so suddenly?”
It was his time to feel embarrassed.
“I was just thinking that I have never seen you wearing a strong color”
Oh, that.
There were a million of reasons why she had gotten used to soft colors. One of them was that her Aunt enjoyed seeing those colors on her, so she had given it a try. Another one was that it made her easy for her to go unnoticed; strong colors drew unwanted attention sometimes. But also, somehow, those colors she wore were like the walls she had built around herself.
She made sure that way that no one would notice her, than she could be alone as much as she wanted. Soft colors made it easy for her to get lost in town, in the sea of people, with no one looking for her. They were part of herself, part of the way she had been protecting herself since she left home.
“Do you not like what I usually wear?”
“It’s not that” he shook his head. “I just thought something red would look lovely on you”
Natsu smiled. “I don’t like strong colors… That makes people look at me”
Her reason made him smile, and he nodded. Had this been any other woman he would have felt jealousy bubbling up inside him at the thought of another man looking at her, but with Natsu he felt no need. She was his, and all the little things she kept from others were are the things he saw daily at home. He could not feel jealous when he knew how reserved she was.
And even if she did drew attention, then he wouldn’t care. He’d feel lucky to have her by his side.
“People look at you because you are beautiful” he insisted. “You cannot change that, precious girl”
She rolled her eyes. “There you go again… if you want it so bad, then I will try”
Kojuro shook his head. No, he did not want her to change. Not at all. In fact, he quite liked that she dressed with such sober colors; it made it easy for him to focus on something else. If she wore more colorful kimonos then he would have not noticed all the shades of pink and red her cheeks could have, or the glimmering her eyes had. Having her like that meant he could focus on more important things —far more beautiful, about her.
“I don’t need to see you in a different color to know it. Though it is a shame… You look lovely too with rouge on your lips”
Blush fresh on her cheeks, Natsu lost her voice. He had that kind of effect, always leaving her speechless with the most unexpected words. Kojuro always found the smallest ways to make her smile, to make her feel special, but most of all… to make her feel like she deserved to be right there, next to him. It was like he always knew the right words to make her feel safe.
“Well, I do have rouge” she admitted.
“But you almost never use it”
She smiled. “Because I don’t have that much time, Milord… I cannot clean your mess and also dress up”
Oh, Natsu had actually gone there. Yet, she had a point. He had a thousand ways to turn the tables, and so he did it. A smirk on his face, his hand went from her cheek to her chin, just in case she wanted to look away.
“We can make time for you to dress up. I’d love to see that” his finger traced the form of her lips, their softness and he felt the urge to kiss her. But not yet.
“No. We have to clean”
“Please?” he smiled, getting closer and closer. His hand reached for her hair, undoing the braid that she had made not long ago.
Her hair fell like waterfall on her back, and as she tried to complain, he stole the words from her mouth. His arms around her, his lips against hers, he lost himself in the softness of her skin. Their breathings mingled, he tried to show her just how distracting she really was. Sometimes, when she cleaned his study while he worked it was agonizing.
He had to focus on his work and not in the way her hair moved against her hips.
“No” she breathed, breaking the kiss. “We have things to do”
Before he had time to trap her again, she got up. Natsu wore an amused smile in contrast to his defeated look, as he looked up at her.
“No more kisses for you until we clean up this place”
Yes, he could turn the tables, but she had the final word.
