Author note: I think imma do two more chapters and this little series will be done 😌
Chapter 4 - Movie Night
It's been a while since you've been talking to Senku; since it's finals this week, you two didn’t have time to talk. Your students have been nosy about your life but you just laugh it off. Some time went by and now it's your break time so you decided to visit Senku. When you arrived, you noticed his door was open but you decided to knock just in case. You heard his voice and you walked in.
“Hey,” you waved.
He looked up from his computer and smiled, “Hey,”
“What have you been up to?” you asked.
“Hm, nothing much, just grading. What about you?” he asked.
“The same as you,” you replied.
“Hey, do you want to hang out by chance? I got tickets to this horror movie I was planning on going with a friend but something came up,” he mentioned.
“Hell yeah! What time will the movie start?” you ask.
“At 5 and it's this weekend,” he stated.
“Noted,” you smiled.
“How has your day been so far?” he asks.
“Slow,” you replied.
“Hm, it’s the opposite for me,” he chuckled.
“Of course it is,” you chuckled.
You two chat about the past weeks and other things that's going until the bell rang soon after some students started to enter the classroom.
“I talked to you later then,” you waved then smiled.
“You too,” he waved back.
You walk out of his classroom and head back to yours after that the day has ended and you went home. It is now Saturday and you are getting ready to hangout with Senku at the movie theater. You put something warm on since the movie theater will be kind of cold. Your phone buzzed so you picked it and saw the text message, and it was Senku, you texted him back while grabbing your bag and quickly went downstairs to get in his car.
“Hey!” you smiled.
“Hey,” he smiles back and starts the car back up and drives to the movie theater. When you two got there, Senku handed the two tickets to the employee and went to the snack booth to order a large popcorn and two slushies. Then y'all walked into the theater room that was assigned and seated. The movie begins and you reach out for a handful of popcorn as did Senku, both of y'all hands accidently touch each other.
“S-Sorry!” you move your hand quickly.
“Haha, it's fine, go ahead,” he lightly chuckles.
You took a handful of popcorn and ate it, so did Senku. The movie continues and the movie starts to get a little scarier than a jump scare appears, you grip on Senku's jacket and he looks at you with a soft smile.
He chuckles, “Scary cat~”
“Hush!” you yelled quietly.
You both smiled at the little moment you two were having and went back to continue the movie. Soon the movie ended and both of you got up and left the movies, while you two were walking, Senku explained his opinion about the movie and so did you.
“You want something to eat before I take you home?” he asked, unlocking his car.
“That would be nice!” you said, getting inside the car.
“Alright, I know this small diner that opens 24 hours,” he replies while starting the car and leaving the parking lot and driving to the diner.
You two arrived at the diner and got out of the car to walk to the inside of the diner and sit down at the booth. Soon the waiter came and took your guy's order then left. You two waited for the food to come.
“This is a cute little diner,” you commented.
“Yea, I usually go here to do some late work or just can't sleep,” he stated.
“Night owl,” you chuckle.
“Hm, maybe I am,” he chuckled.
Soon the food arrives and you two dig inin after you two were finished he took you home. You were about to get out of the car until Senku told you something.
“Hey, Y/N, do you um, wanna go on a date with me by chance?” he asks.
You softly smile and replied, “I would like that,”
“Cool, how about tomorrow if you free,” he stated.
“Sure, that can work,” you smiled.
“Alright, see you tomorrow,” he waved.
“You too,” you wave back and get out of the car and walk to your apartment.
Tags: mentions of gore, implied sa and extortion, blood and all that stuff, inspired by alien stage zombie stage au
Summary: after a year of her disappearance, Senku, Taiju and Yuzuriha find a lead that places them in an illegal ring that's making zombies performance for crowds who find pleasure in it or rather, instead of the petrification beam happening, a deadly disease hits humanity that's making people into zombies
The sounds of men screaming, fangirling as two idols come onto the stage, the lights making it difficult to make out their bodies, and they scream even louder, Senku couldn't even imagine if the zombies on the other side of the tent could horde against the walls of this place.
This underground area where an illegal ring is happening.
He's heard of it through the internet, maybe a couple of people whisper about it with a sickening grin on their faces.
Now, he, Taiju and Yuzuriha stood in the crowd of fans, holding light sticks and chanting out their favorite idol. Yuzuriha glances around, concerned written all over her face.
A soft, angelic voice sings out from the darkness;
'Those bound by iron chains now"
She looks over at them, "…aren't they worried the infected could overrun this place?" Taiju sighs at this, looking a bit pale.
Even he had a difficult time maintaining any hope that the rumor they were chasing was just that, a rumor.
"…this is the best place for a lead we've gotten in a year."
Senku nods, the same angelic voice continues;
"They still stare toward the night"
He catches one of the idols twitch slightly, fingers swaying lifeless.
"..we gather what we can, no unnecessary actions. We watch the show and leave quietly." Taiju and Yuzuriha nod at him.
"Wounded souls still breathing"
Yuzuriha carefully takes out a small camera he built specifically for this. If they were caught recording something this illegal that even the government knows about yet rather then doing anything, they let it happen for profit.
"We ran if we have too, you two have the exits memorized?" Senku asks his best friends who nod, looking determined.
"Glory be upon them"
The spotlight beams on the idols, who clearly have years of infection on their bodies. The three of them have a pale expression on their faces as they stare at a familiar figure on the stage.
She had a big smile, the side of her mouth was exposed, showing the inside of her cheek and teeth, shoulder black and dried blood.
What was worse that it had consumed half of her face. She was smiling like nothing was wrong, arms spread in the air.
Senku thinks back at why they're here in the first place. He grimaces at the sight in front of him as the men in the crowd cry out in pleasure in excitement.
They had an argument, the three of them and her.
It ended with Senku slapping a cigarette out of her hands, saying something about it not being good for her health. In which, she simply stared back at him before a loud slap echoed on the sidewalk they were standing.
They argued for a bit, trying to reason with her yet she remained cold, she had changed drastically in their eyes. The old her would never resort to cigarettes and alcohol as a stress reliever.
Taiju tried reasoning but she stared at him, he was someone she had considered a little brother since she was a year older than them.
She turned her body away from them, stating that they would never understand.
Yuzuriha teared up, wrapped her arms around waist that she could feel was thinner nowadays. The older girl's eyes grimaces at this, frozen at her embrace before pushing her off.
More words were said, regrets from both sides.
Before she ran off into an alleyway.
That was the last time they saw her.
Senku stares at the slowly decaying girl on the stage, dancing and singing cheerfully. He doesn't know the other infected preforming with her.
The lights flicker with the rhythm of the singing, the crowd continues to scream in delight.
The three of them watch in disgust.
She dances and prances herself on the stage, her dress barely covering her chest as the choreograph makes the attention focus on her assets that seem to pleasure the crowd as they roar.
A whole 5 minutes of this performance goes on, she won as the loser gets a body part cut off with a saw.
He watches as she stands near by, he knows from how long the infection is, she can't see anything.
"hopping little bunny"
She's humming that lullaby as they prepare to punish the loser.
"where are you going, are you going to the forest?"
She sings absent-mindlessly, head tilted to the side, mouth stuck in that forever frozen grin of hers.
"Hoping on white feet, runs away covered in dirt"
The crowd cheers as the cut off the losers arm, showing off the limb to them. Yuzuriha's face pales as she covers her eyes and Taiju looks away.
Senku continues to watch.
"When I looked behind the little bunny"
Her entire body twitches as she stands there and Senku mutters her name.
"…what have they done to you, [Name]?"
"There was nothing"
Her voice dies down before her head snaps in his direction, her mouth twitches. Hands begin to reach towards him before the executioners take ahead of her shoulder, dragging her off the stage just as Senku thinks she may have recognized his voice.
Her mic catches a frightening gasp as she continues to look in his direction as her fingers twitch as if reaching for him.
"..sen.." It was faint but they all saw her mouth form his name.
Tags: Rivals to Lovers, canon divergence, slow burn, angst
Synopsis: You had an open forum to your ex-rival. Nothing wrong with that. You also got to meet another guy like Tsukasa in a not so friendly way.
Note: Did I say this was going to be a crack/fluff chapter? Could've sworn I said angst 😋
Chapter 9: Happy Family Line.
Previous Chapter:
#8: A New Perspective
(Timeskip)
You sluggishly sat yourself on a flat rock and groaned in exasperation. Despite the cool air of the night and the harmonizing sounds of the crickets, it didn't give you the peace you needed.
It's been a full day since the tournament and the curing of the village priestess, and you're still in a daze from everything that has happened.
Out of all the possible outcomes you could think of, having your ex-rival as the divorced chief of the village. Hell, it probably wouldn't even pop into your head because realistically, what were the odds of achieving that feat?
Your hands press against your face. You desperately want to get everything over with, especially the whole new world building with Tsukasa — the KoS already crumbled your remaining sanity. Speaking of him, you haven't seen him for so long now, you and Gen were staying in the village far longer than necessary.
Leaving now isn't a choice, though because said mentalist went away earlier somewhere for God knows what reason — most of the members of the KoS are nowhere to be seen as well; maybe they're celebrating the priestess’ health in the village. Additionally, the forest area is dim enough for any of you to barely see which way you'll meet back with Tsukasa, and it might cause some unwanted casualties.
“Damn it, I'll just blame Gen if Tsukasa ever asks about this.” You mumbled under your breath at the thought. It's going to be inconvenient when that gets you into trouble somehow.
You heard footsteps approaching, making you pull your hands away to check on the intruder. You tilted your head up, only to be greeted by none other than Senku himself, his figure loomed over yours.
“What?” You asked coldly with a raised brow.
“Don't act like that. I thought we were made up from the past.” He replied with his usual stoic demeanor.
“We did. I'm just not used to seeing you in front of my face like that.” You waved your hand to him to clarify your point.
He scoffed but didn't leave you alone, instead, he moved over to your side and made himself comfortable. “Whatever you fool. However, I'm not here without a reason.”
You rolled your eyes because, of course, he wouldn't be here randomly, but you signaled him to continue anyway.
“We had this conversation not too long ago, but I wanna ask something related to it,” he glanced your way. “What made you fully commit to Tsukasa's plan?” The question grabbed your full attention.
“Huh? I already told you that.” You were confused now since you were sure you did tell him.
He pinched the bridge of his nose. “You only gave me a vague reason about how those old crooks are corrupt and all that. Yet, I doubt you would want to waste your time on making sure they're all gone for good.”
He turned himself more to face you. “There was something personal, wasn't it?”
You paused and widened your eyes briefly, trying to force a neutral look on your face — which inevitably failed. “I don't know what you're talking about. How does that connect?” Your attempt at playing dumb only made Senku click his tongue; it's too horrid to be considered a good act.
“Well, I'm not too sure since it's my hypothesis that something from your past affected you. But I've seen red flags thousands of years ago that support it.”
He raised a hand in the air and began to count off like he was listing something. “The way you twitch for a millisecond whenever the word family is mentioned, the way your arms tremble around adults, and the way your eyes speak envy when you see someone so carefree tells a lot.”
You winced when his observations were scarily accurate. “There's no way you saw-”
“I saw it all.” He interrupted without giving you a chance to deny it and lowered his arm. “Everything, even the little things. Because I'm damn well aware that you don't compete and overwork yourself for praise because you want to.”
He inched himself closer to you. “Even as your former academic competitor, I still take note of how much you pressure yourself just to beat my ass.”
Your breath hitched for a moment. “You noticed.. all of that?”
“To an average person, they wouldn't bat an eye. But I'm not average, am I?”
You elbowed his arm from his self-commentation. “Cocky much?”
“You know it's true.” He grinned mischievously and dropped his lips when he noticed that the topic changed, reminding himself to get back to the point. “Oi, seriously, there's something wrong that you're not spilling out.”
Your expression shifted into something unreadable. “I don't see the point in telling you why I'm like this.”
“You're avoiding it.” He muttered more to himself as if he's mentally noting every reaction you make.
“I'm not.”
“You are.”
“I'm not!”
“You are.” He grasped your shoulders, forcing you to stare into his sharp eyes. “You're not telling me something. And it's obviously a problem.”
You wanted to look away but when you did try, He shook your body gently enough for you to look back at him. “You wouldn't understand!” You grumbled under his touch.
“Then I'll try to.” He responded immediately.
It was getting difficult for you to keep quiet about it, you were starting to dislike how persistent he was, even if it's his good trait. You really wish you were still a statue right now. Staying petrified sounds better than revealing something so vulnerable.
“I may not hate you as much anymore, but it doesn't mean we're friends in some way, there's no way you actually think of my wellbeing. Why do you care then, huh? You're being ridiculous.” You exclaimed and held his wrists in return. “And you noticed it like.. 3,700 years ago! Why mention it now of all times?”
“One, I'm literally reviving the whole of humanity, what makes you think I don't care? Two, because I'm not an ignorant idiot. And three, I would've said something sooner back then, I just couldn't approach you properly ‘cause you gave me a look like a violent lion ready to pounce whenever I tried to get closer.” He bit back reasonably.
Your head slumped, and chuckled hopelessly. “God, you're so determined to get shit out of my mouth.” Your voice wavered at the end.
He sighed deeply and removed himself from your shoulders. “I don't mean to push you, but I want to get to know your worldview better, or more precisely, you. You don't just side with a murderer ranting about peace for the younger generation without a second thought.”
“Ah, so that's what this is all about?” You brought your head back up, gazing at him again, although this time, you no longer held that defensive face. Rather, it turned into something fragile and forlorn.
He never saw you like this before, so sentimental and unguarded. He can't help but feel a little sorry for you. “If you can't-”
“No. I get it. You want to know why I think all of this is okay for me that badly. You're always curious just about anyone you meet. ” You cut off his words quickly, fists clenching at your sides as you tried to gather the courage.
Maybe he'll leave you alone about it when you do tell him.
You took a deep breath as your heart pounded nervously in your chest, each thump pulsed heavily. “Crap, I'm not used to this. I don't really know where to start.” You swallowed a lump in your throat and forced a chuckle, your eyes frantically steered away from him, you couldn't bear to look at him when you're trying to open up.
In contrast to him, he stares at you patiently, analyzing every micro-reaction and every move you make. Your shoulders dropped when you spoke up. “I can trust you, right?”
Trust.
“Yeah.” He blurted out a second late, his voice being much quieter than it should be.
That hesitation went unnoticed because you were too busy preparing yourself mentally. You eyed the grass down, paying more attention to each individual blade. “It's just, I grew up in a very strict family. My parents were too much for me ever since I could remember.” Your fingers played with the hems of your dress mindlessly.
“They were horribly obsessed with the idea of being the best. Even more so when they had me. They wanted me to be more like them. Perfect, exceptional, unique. It meant I had no freedom to choose who I wanted to be.” Your tone was flat and not like your usual personality. It was real and unfamiliar.
You kept going anyway, even when he stayed silent in the thick, uncomfortable atmosphere. “Whenever I fail, they treat it like it was heinous. They shut me off and prevented me from disobeying them again by their… punishments.” You glanced at your arms, that have been clean since you were depetrified.
“Eventually, I adapted to them and avoided anything that could piss them off. But I hated it, deep down I hated that they shaped me into this. It makes me want to rebel against them, but I didn't. Instead, I learned to survive off of my own achievements. Each praise meant I made them proud, each admiration meant I'm finally putting myself to good use.”
You finally looked up at him with a worn out face. “Tsukasa's ideal world was something I never knew I needed. A world free from those pests who only think about their selfish desires. I sided with him because I believe we deserve a chance to enjoy ourselves without some asshole judging how we live our life.”
He nodded almost in understanding, at least, that's how you perceived it. His mouth opened to say something, but a blond girl interrupted before he could utter the words he wanted to say.
“Senku, apologies that I disturbed something, but I want you to hear the final story of the 100 tales. Preferably alone because I believe it's most suitable if you're the only one hearing about this.” Ruri, the priestess, called out to him and shifted her gaze to yours, eyeing you an apologetic look.
“Kukuku, figured it would be something like that, otherwise you wouldn't have come here.” He braced his hands on his knees and stood up before you.
“Follow me.” She padded away first, leading him to a path deep in the woods.
As he was about to follow her, your voice cutted through him. “Wait, Senku.” He glanced back down at you and perked an eyebrow when your arm moved to reach out to him.
“Nevermind…” You said weakly, pulling back your arm to your side.
“I'll be back, this'll be quick.” He assured you with a wave of his hand, and began to walk away without looking back.
You sighed and rubbed your temple, unsure why you did that. “This is dumb, why did I open up?” You didn't expect any comfort from him, obviously. It's Senku. However, you would be lying if you said you didn't wish he would say something about it. Anything. Could be a remark or a corny joke.
Although, you settled on the fact he listened anyway. That's good enough for you. You could say even better because you're starting to feel some relief inside you. It did feel nice telling about the problem you faced for years. A foreign feeling, but a pleasing one.
You laughed light heartedly at the thought. “Ironic, I told my pointless childhood to the leek-head, him of all people. It better not bite me back on the ass.”
You got up slowly and stretched your limbs, ready to call for the night with a soft yawn. But then, you heard an unusual noise somewhere around the forest. Your ears perked up and immediately scanned the premises for your spear.
As soon as you saw it leaning on a nearby primitive furnace, you grabbed it without wasting a single second and went out of your way to investigate the source in a safe distance away from the village since it is still dark out.
You carefully stepped as quietly as you could, controlling your weight so your steps wouldn't grab unwanted attention. After walking for a few moments around the foliage, a mysterious shadowy figure stood meters away.
You swiftly hid yourself behind a tree when you saw that the figure was abnormally huge. Peeking at the side of the bark, said anomaly has vanished somehow. Completely gone without a single trace.
“Where did it-” You cut yourself off when you felt a dark presence near you. Your head jerked to the side and then–
Crash!
That same figure leaped forward to you, causing you to fly across the area before you had the chance to dodge. Your body hit the ground hard enough to make you yelp.
The next thing you know is that you're pinned down under an enormous buff man with white hair and a black mask covering half of his face. Huge, calloused hands trapped both sides of your head.
He narrowed his eyes, making you shiver underneath the man. You just met this man and he's already crossing your boundaries.
‘Shit, shit, shit! I'm so screwed! I can't believe assault still exists in this era!’ Your face showed no panic — you've been taught how to properly hide your true emotions in situations like these — internally though, it's a different story.
“Don't think I'll do something funny to you, I merely caught the superior woman that Tsukasa blindly trusted. I believe you're the one I've been looking for.” His condescending tone makes you want to break his nose.
So uhhh, yeah I'm not telling what each chapter will contain from now on because I tend to change some parts of the story as I go on 🤧 I did intend to make a crack or funny chapter but I didn't want to make the story more longer than it should, so we get her backstory.
just a little blurb! you're guard is always up. sleeping doesn't come easily. your boyfriend defies that.
Senku forces himself into sleep when necessary. Between days spent at his lab, he always makes sure he has a place to go to finally crash. His body holds him back in that way.
Often, it ended up being at yours.
You spend your days working at a hospital only so many blocks from your apartment. Long hours as a resident led to odd sleeping patterns. You'd find yourself sleeping on cots in storage rooms, floors of empty (or so overly stuffed) closets.
But even these brief moments of rest to just keep your body moving are less than what you need.
You come home one night to find Senku passed out on your couch, something that happens surprisingly frequently. Your keys are thrown onto the counter, trudging towards your room to finally change from your scrubs.
The exhaustion doesn't matter. You don't sleep.
You pace around the kitchen for a bit. Drink water. Sit in bed. Stretch. Sit outside and smoke. Pace around the kitchen again. Groan in agony when you lie in bed for the nth time, unable to shut your eyes.
Your body is fighting you in so many ways at once. Simultaneously trying to force you into slumber, as well as keep you awake. Because for whatever reason, anxiety is what keeps your from rem.
You don't know when it started.
Maybe as a teenager?
You'd sleep in intervals. Getting back from your waitressing job late, sleep for two hours, be awake for one. Sleep another two hours, awake for one. All. Day.
Something just doesn't sit right with you, being unconscious for so long. You force yourself awake any time you've been out for too long without even realizing.
You're lying on the floor of your bedroom at this point when an oddly vegetable-shaped man appears in the dark doorway. It's like--3am. Why the fuck is he awake?
"You're being loud.." he mutters, shifting the heavy blanket he carried from your couch.
Ah. You're the culprit.
You kick your legs in agony, trying to fight of your restless leg syndrome. Then let your entire body flop limply. He raises an eyebrow.
You roll onto your side, looking up at him. He's smiling. Barely. "Bitch." You curse at him sarcastically.
He sighs, shaking his head before approaching, kneeling right in front of you. "Don't give me that shit, you aren't as quiet as you think you are." He makes another exasperated sound before scooping you into his arms, the blanket engulfing both of you. He collapses into your bed, keeping your back tight against his chest. "I got a couple hours in. It's your turn." He whispers, tucking your hair behind your ear so swiftly you don't feel it. He presses a simple peck to your jaw. "Sleep."
With Senku simultaneously acting as a weighted blanket, a heater, and your watchdog, you find yourself drifting to sleep rather quickly. For... hours. Completely unconscious. Dead to the world.
The room could've been burning down around you. You sleep like a baby.
A long while ago I wrote a fic based on the 5 o’clock remix with Lily Allen and T-Pain for One Piece and lowkey I wanna make one with Dr. Stone. Who do yall think would fit the premise?
ⵌ summary: As the title suggests, your brother wants you to shoot down the enemy's leader, Senku Ishigami. But, somehow, you two ended up dating thanks to Luna and her reliable gal nonsense (we love you, Luna). Surely your brother won't mind it? He's literally dating a mad scientist, so why can't you?
ⵌ pairing: senku ishigami x reader ⵌ wc: 1.1k
ⵌ note: clearing my draft. people are requesting part 2 of Secret Hubby. But I still have 10+ things to complete before I can start working on that TuT. So, here's a short one, yeah + divider cr: @uzmacchiato + masterlist
"Shoot."
Your brother's voice rings in your ear through the communication device. This is it, your very first mission after your de-petrification: shooting down the genius scientist, Xeno's mentee-rival. Those two are maniacal for making you kill on your second day of being free from stone. They're both crazy; that much was undeniable. But why were you dragged into this mess as well? You literally have no military background! Sort of.
You squint your eyes as you pull the trigger, aiming towards the running man on the boat. Unique hair, ugly fashion choice, handsome face, yup. That checked all the boxes; too bad your brother's friend wants him dead. If only you could swap places with Luna and be on the boat instead.
BANG!
The bullet went through the boat, and you sighed softly. Target neutralised.
"Let's go." Your brother, Stanley, called from a higher branch. The man then jumped without much hesitation. He landed on his feet before walking away without even bothering to wait for you.
"Wait, I'm comin'—" You were about to do the same as he did, but thanks to your lack of experience, your feet slipped, and you fell from the branch. You didn't have the chance to scream in shock when massive leaves slapped your face multiple times as you descended. Soon, you passed out from the impact.
"Please wake up! Please wake up!"
You heard Luna's voice as she prayed right next to your ear. Opening your eyes, you were met with more than five pairs of staring eyes — mostly unfamiliar faces. What happened?
"You're awake! Oh, thank goodness. I'm so glad you didn't die yet. Quick, we need your help!" She tugged on your arm, lifting you from the bed and pulling you into a room, callous to your injury. Inside lay an unconscious man, covered in bandages and dried blood stains.
"We need to remove the bullets. Please save him, Doc!"
What the hell. Luna did NOT just tell these people about your incomplete medical degree. Has she lost her mind? You literally were only in your third year and have yet to complete your clinical rotation in surgery. What makes her think you could save this guy when she also can't? You two are literally on the same level, since both of you agreed to go to a med school just to find a genius partner.
"I will assist you during the procedure." A butler stood in front of you, bowing slightly in respect. Left with no choice, you nod your head and hope for the best, considering that your image is on the line.
Wait a second, didn't you just kill someone on this boat? And uh… huh. Eh, something doesn't feel right. Maybe you hit your head pretty hard during the fall and could not comprehend why you feel like saving this leek-haired man is against Dr Xeno's command. Either way, you need to get those bullets out of him first.
"Let's proceed."
Two days have passed since you treated the man's wound. Others who are on the boat had gone to who knows where; perhaps they were on a mission to probably meet your brother's boss. Either way, your job here is done, and it's time to find a way to return home safely after the hell you've gone through. Dr Xeno will surely scold your arse off for disappearing for days without notice.
The truth was, after sealing the wounds on the leek man's chest — who you learned was named Senku — a lioness-lady accidentally knocked a jar of water to your head. The hit was so strong that your life flashed before your eyes for a brief moment. Yet thanks to that, you remembered that you were supposed to let the man die per Dr Xeno's instruction.
Never mind the past. It's not like you could return and waltz your way into the building without getting a limb or two cut off by your honourable brother. He's one scary lung-dead man, after all.
"You could've used this chance to finish me off, you know?"
You heard him mutter weakly, coughing into his palm. This man couldn't be serious, could he? You weren't going to waste your hours of surgery credit to save his life, just to kill him days later. He's quite dumb for a scientist.
"Huh, I wonder why I didn't?" You replied, voice laced with sarcasm.
He chuckled, sighing softly. "While we're talking, I heard from Luna that you wanted to date me?"
What the hell did she tell him? Date. Him? Your target? What does she think this is? A fanfic? You have no idea how much of your name she had picked to save herself while you were away. If you ever get your hands on her, you're going to poke your fingers into her nostrils.
"I'm afraid your injuries are making you spout nonsense. I will let this one slide, as long as you don't bring it up again."
"Join us."
"Pardon?" Aww, hell nah. You'd rather go home (the base) and be forced to soak yourself in a bucket of ice as punishment than have your head cut off by your brother. This is a "step on shit or eat shit" type of choice.
"Join us, the Kingdom of Science. There's a place for you here."
And somehow, you ended up joining the team, which means you had to go against your brother and his man. It was a risky move; high risk, no reward, they said. But hey, that was years ago. So much time had passed since then, and who would have thought that you could go from going against your brother in a bloodied war to helping Dr Xeno make a munching cigarette for him to enjoy in space.
Sitting quietly at the edge of the cliff, your gaze falls onto the tiny, long dots of humanity going about their days. How long has it been since the first petrification? You wondered how different things would be for you if the event had never happened.
"Smiling to yourself again?"
A voice pulled you out of your reverie. You turned your head to see Senku taking his seat next to you, his feet dangling off the cliff. One push and the future of science—
"Yuzuriha is calling you for a dress fitting. You are not here because you were running away, are you?" The man teased as he nudged your shoulder with his elbow. A smirk decorated his handsome face.
"Do I really have to go?" You sighed softly, standing up as he pulled you up with him. He held your hand, guiding you to the designer's building. You quietly followed his steps.
Senku chuckled under his breath, "Come on now, it's our wedding. Your reminiscing can wait."
The frigid wind blows past your cheeks, kissing your eyelashes as you close them at the discomfort of your eyes suddenly drying. It smells salty, tastes salty. The clouds overcast made the grass grey and humid, grazing your ankles bare from the skirt.
You saw the lighthouse from afar, a meadow separating you and the tower standing at the edge of the cliffside. A sea of silver humming and ebbing against the rocks. It looked metallic to your eyes, the peaks of the waves a dark pale.
The water attacked the chalk that carried the lighthouse, eroding it away in large chunks that fell in the wrathful sea. It seemed as if Poseidon had a grudge against the lighthouse, attempting to batter it down with the arms of his water. It would make sense, considering it was rumored to hold a vampire. A disgrace to the gods.
You hold your billowing skirt in your hands, the cream ruffles swaying in the harsh wind. It seemed to get harsher as you approached the building. The grass began to scream, a cacophony, strands flitting in opposite directions. It told you to stay away. You could not. The vampire held knowledge you needed: ancient, arcane, aberrant knowledge.
You get to the oak door, formidable in its height and weight. Crystals of salt had eroded the iron that held them, white gems on the knocker. Unused for years. You clutch it, and bang on it three times. Hard.
There was no answer. So you try again, pushing the puffy sleeve of your dress away as you grab it again. The door opens slightly before you get the chance to.
Two red dots are watching you. They're eyes. You fight the flight instinct that had fired up in your body, resisting back a flinch. With a heavy breath inwards, you begin:
"I do seek the master of this beacon."
"Thou hast found him, and what then?" The voice that responds you is low, stuttering in the way that one that hasn't used it in years does.
Your eyes squint, attempting to assess the figure behind the wooden door. However, it is too dark, and you can only make out his lips. Dry and cold.
"I wish... pray, may I enter?"
"Thou dost desire what?" He ignores your question, and you know it is the wrong choice of words, as the damp door closes slightly. Something in you tells you to put a hand out to stop him, but fear of your hand being crushed due to the weight doesn't allow you.
"I wish to ask thee, mine own mother, the lady doth ail. I have heard from the villagers that thou hast an art in physic beyond the skill of a physician…"
"The villagers have spoken of me?" The question is rhetorical, as he opens the door slowly to greet you.
Your first impression is that the man is deathly pale, his skin akin to ivory in the moonlight. The next is that he is thin, cheekbones more pronounced than that of a handsome man, dangerously so. His hair is white, apart from the tips, a curious emerald. His cardinal irises do not leave your figure. He is wearing a black longsleeve blouse alongside a pair of dark trousers, with a simple brown belt. Glassware litters his sides bound in small leather bouches.
"Come in then. What art her symptoms?" He doesn't bother with hospitality, getting straight to the point. Your lips close, and hesitantly follow him through the door. For your mother, you are willing to put yourself in the lion's den. Out of nervousness, your fingers are still digging in the fabric of your dress.
Entering the lighthouse, damp air hits your nostrils. The white brick was wet, moss growing on it. You look up at the spiralling staircase, leading to the main light room where the beacon was. It hadn't been turned on in ages, or rather, anything in this lighthouse hadn't been used in ages. The stairs were covered in cobwebs and small insects, and the glass of the small circular windows that looked out onto the ocean were grimy.
You continue: "Her skin is fraught with eruptions, and her heat doth soar."
You notice the two long scars above his eyes, slightly more pink to his complexion (although still pale compared to the average person).
"Typhus," he diagnosed her simply.
"And what's the cure?"
"Death." He smiled, unveiling sharp canines hidden within his sentence. You finally come away, hands falling at your side.
"No..."
"I jest. Thou art too serious," he attempts a joke. But the prospect of your mother dying either way brings tears to your eyes. He does not know how to react, simply giving you a pitying look. You raise your lace sleeves to your eyes to clean them.
The vampire decides to overlook your state, kissing his teeth slightly at your display of fright. He combs his hair back, and nods to the staircase.
"Take the stairs."
"But what of thee?"
"Frets thou not for me. Dost thou crave physic or no?”
The stairs were far too narrow to accommodate two persons, and perhaps too unmaintained to accommodate the weight of two. But you decide to place your trust in him, for now.
You begin up the staircase, watching his figure grow smaller as you ascend the levels. It seems never-ending, and the dress you had chosen for this excursion so woefully wrong for this activity now. It was too tight around the waist, and too long-- you bunched the fabric into angry fists as you continued.
Once your face was gleaming with sweat, your head finally peaked to the upper level. Where the beacon was. And he was. He was leaning against the desk, shuffling through papers in his hand. The salt-encrusted window next to him was open, a soft wind blowing in, making his hair sway. If anything, he looked...
"Oh! But how didst thou--?"
"Thou art here, finally."
He drops the papers onto a dark oak desk, littered with different jars, papers, and metal apparatus. You step up into the room, its spacious nature attacked by the amount of stuff the man (or monster?) had decided to pack into it. His bed was littered with novels, and one side of the room bent at the weight of the books he had collected.
He grabs one wood jar in particular, and spins it in his hand. He rubs the outside of his ear with his pinky finger, red eyes looking back at you.
"What dost thou mean to pay me with?”
"Ah!" You take hold of the leather bag that hung around your figure and open it, pulling out a small pouch that held gold coins. You begin to pour them out into your hand, but he seems to shake his head.
"Thy gold is naught to me. Hast thou not heard? I am a vampire, and I outlive thy fleeting coin. I crave something… of worth."
You gulp involuntarily, eyes glancing away from his figure-- a great looming figure over you now. You hadn't noticed him approach as you got out your coins. He stands close, looking down at you. He doesn't feel warm, rather, the opposite. He sucks the warmth from your body just with his presence. Strangely enough, your cheeks still find enough blood to pump themselves full with.
"What, forsooth?"
"Thy blood."
You stumble back, what did you expect? He was a vampire. You had come to see him for a reason, after all. Your legs catch onto a raised plank, and you start to begin to fall back down the stairs but-- he catches you by the forearm. He's strong, his hand enveloping you and dragging you back to his chest with ease. He's a monster. Of course.
You try to push him away with your hands, but he holds you close with an open palm to your back. Your cheeks squish against the silken fabric of his clothing.
"I may not!"
His head tilts toward your exposed neck, and you hear him take a deep breath against the aroma of your skin.
"Forsooth, thou canst."
His lips draw closer, grazing underneath your earlobe:
"Wouldst thou see thy mother live?"
Without a second of hesitation, you cry out against him, "Aye!"
"Then suffer me to drink of thy veins."
The plap of his lips opening made you shiver, goosebumps forming on every part of you. You feel his breath on you, like a cold wind. And then, the gentle swipe of the tongue. You moan slightly against it, the first time something alike a man has touched you in such a way. The skin on your neck loses feeling after the lick, and then your muscle.
Your hands as clutching his blouse now as he holds your hair away from your neck, a hand (that had travelled further down with no good reason) holding the dip in your hip. Holding you still, steady. You don't feel his teeth dig into you, or rather, you don't feel a pain from it. It feels like a blissful warmth as your blood pools towards his mouth.
So euphoric that your hand now drags through his white locks as he drinks from you. You'd... you'd never felt this good ever. It felt as if you were on fire. And it ends, all too soon. Or too long. Time was suddenly pliable, it stretched and curtailed and then it was over.
His lips separate from your neck, and he holds a finger to your wound. With a light circular motion, it seems to stop bleeding readily.
His mouth is the red of you, his chin is the red of you too. You look at him lovingly. And he does too, for a second. But you both snap out of it. He's the first to, turning his back and grabbing the jar once more.
The vampire stuffs it in your hand. Then he stops to think, and takes a small bag of herbs and stuffs that in your hand too.
"Thy physic-- brew it to a tea to ease her scourge. I have drained too deep of thy lifeblood," he explains for the extra gift. You feel fine, thankfully. He opens his mouth and reveals his tongue (still bloody from you).
"Take this physic and with thy thumb anoint her tongue therewith. Bid her drink water and seek repose."
You clasp the medicines in your hand, "I thank thee."
"Begone now, ere one of the villagers espy thee here."
You start to make your leave and turn around, but dig in your heels at the last second. You take a look at the lonesome cup on a book on his bed, the dust on the beacon, and the aura of isolation that seeps in the room. If not you, who would remember this act of mercy the vampire had bestowed on you?
"Stranger, what is thy name?"
"Senku."
"Farewell, Senku."
He does not reply as he watched you disappear below the flooring as you descend the stairs once more. He does not spare a glance at you out of his window either as you make your way back across the grassy plain, which leaves a sting of dissapointment in your heart when you look back at the lighthouse.
a/n: english countryside doctor vampire shakespearean senku yea yea niche au whatever fucking shut up
wanted to make the bite good and not painful cuz it makes sense the victims come back so infinite blood 4 da vampire anyway p2 anyone??
if you saw this posted for a second no you didn't. You did not
