We got a lot of content lately and I understand we're not talking a lot about how...
this scene: is a f*cking trap.
(Of course because Bajifuyu is basically a shoujo canon and Mikey's baby face is on the plate so- Hello again! BTW spoilers blah blah blah, hope you doing fine! Did you drink enough water?? you are gonna need it babe! stay safe!)
Yep. Noooothing will make sense in it until the other time leaper tell us what the hell happened there. And by time leaper, seeing how Mikey's past is developing by far (and I'm sad because, wow, that other theory got potential!!), that guy, is Sanzu.
He is saying this because, unlike Takemichi, he has been a time leaper all his life. Since the scars in his face were created.
The scene of Senju's flashback and the scene of Mikey's backstory.
The blood in the hands of Mikey that appears in one and in the other dissappears. Could be an edit error or.... I mean Wakui draw this two times, being this panel pretty crucial to our protagonists backstory. And the blood in Mikey's face still remains in the same spot. In both panels...
It seems like Sanzu is the only one who's gonna tell us the truth in the end. And he is probably the one who took Mikey to the limit, (maybe since the beggining) telling him at some point, all of this:
Did someone say manipulate Mikey? AGAIN?
Yeah... He is kind of... obsessed. That actually makes him a pretty interesting character too, god I just want to know more about them. I really hope Wakui didn't leave this in a lose end.
It's true that Sanzu knows what is gonna happen, I still don't know if he can travel from the future to the past like Takemichi or vice versa (that would be interesting to explore too, being the contrary of Takemichi) And don't forget Hanma is there for some other reason I hope, than lose consciousness (pretty funny, ngl) Maybe the story of the Shinigami and the Pierrot is not over yet. Maybe Hanma was not referring with that to Kisaki and him, but... to these two old friends...
And what is most important, is that Sanzu already told us.
That exact moment... was a trigger.
"Whatever happened on that day"...
Wakui has been planting seeds here and there. And I think very soon we will see the rose in all its splendor...
Word count: 1904
Pairing: Cayde-6 (Destiny) x Female Reader
Contains: Rating eventually up to mature/explicit. Cayde being Cayde, hunting, trips into the EDZ, bickering
Previous Chapter | My Writing Masterlist
Confidence usually grew with experience and experience was more valuable than Glimmer outside the walls of the Last City. The inhabitants of the wilds only traded in lives.
The bow string tensed in a swift, fluid motion with no time for thoughts to surface. Sharp gaze found its target quickly and stayed on it. There was almost nothing that could stop the predator about to pounce on its prey. And success always felt good.
Success, when your life literally depended on it, felt even better. The sweet rush of adrenaline, all instincts strained to their maximum capability. The focus. Your quickened but steady heartbeats were the foundation of the effort. Your body was the actor.
For the time of an exhale, the forest around you was still and silent. Only the sharpest ears could’ve been able to hear the air splitting. The mild pumping of adrenaline pounded in your ears with each beat as you waited.
Cayde’s admiring inhale of surprise was the first sign that your arrow had hit its mark. Not surprising, but satisfying nonetheless. The deer was taking its last breath as Cayde hurried to release it from its suffering.
“Nice shot!” he complimented and you saw how he eyed the bow in your hands with a glint in his optics. The background noise returned with a snap.
“Thanks,” you said quietly and looked over at the animal. It was a female of average size, probably a bit on the older side. Its movements had been slower than of the one from before. An easy kill, but it was probably for the best. Some other predator would’ve soon snuffed its life out.
As usual, you clicked on the communication device in your ear and waited for someone to answer. After the Guardian had made rounds around the EDZ, the connections had gotten a lot better. Begrudgingly you had to admit things would’ve been a lot worse without her. It was hard not to be thankful, especially since everyone around you, Suraya included, seemed to worship her.
“Come in,” a familiar voice from the survey unit replied. He wasn’t a Guardian, but he had worked at the Tower before the invasion attack. That didn’t make you like him more.
“Ready for transmatting,” you said as you eyed the deer. It was a good catch. You had been lucky.
“Copy that. Just a moment…”
You waited for a few seconds, trying to ignore the look on Cayde’s face. His gaze was glued to the bow in your hand and his head was tilted in a thoughtful gesture.
“Ready to receive whenever.” A hint of an amused chuckle got through the coms. “You were quick today.”
You didn’t reply but drew in a sigh.
Cayde’s Ghost circled around the animal and projected a transmat beam over it.
“Transmatting now,” Sundance said.
The comm device buzzed and clicked once in your ear before the clearance order got through. It was another thing that was hard to admit but having a Ghost along in the wilds did have its benefits. Unfortunately, it was always a package deal with a Guardian.
You let your posture relax and turned to Cayde.
He jumped to his feet from the ground and cheered. “We’re a good team! High-five! No? Okay. No high-five.”
You left him hanging and continued walking. A small pool of blood was all that was left of the deer and you felt relieved in a sense. It wouldn’t matter if you didn’t find anything else to hunt that day. Your daily quota had been hit for several upcoming days.
“Alright, that’s it then?” Cayde asked in a hopeful tone and swept dirt off his backside.
You bit your lip and let your eyes wander around the forest. The sun was still high, and the sky was clear. It would be a shame to waste such a clear day but staying in the wilds with Cayde wasn’t tempting either. Going back early for a proper rest wouldn’t be so bad once in a while. The Farm had nothing to worry about food-wise so there was no sense in trying to find more prey than what was currently needed.
“I guess,” you said when you couldn’t think of anything better to imply the hunt was concluded for the time being.
“Sooo, we go back now?” Cayde inquired.
You shrugged while walking. “You can stay here if you want.”
He hurried after you. “I know I said it already, but I’ll say it again: Great team. Us.”
“I don’t really do team,” you replied dubiously. It almost felt bad to shoot Cayde’s enthusiasm down like that, but you weren’t up for a bonding session with a Guardian.
“Okay, let’s just stay in the basics, then. I’ve got your back and you’ve got mine. That sort of thing.” He wasn’t ready to give up and as annoying as it was, it was slightly moving.
“I won’t hesitate to leave you to the wolves.”
“Ouch!”
Almost a full minute of walking in silence ensued with Cayde grinning behind your back.
“Can I say something else?” he asked, definitely not about to wait for your permission, “It’s been kinda rough for these past few days, but you’re making it hella lot easier for a lot of people.”
You cast a sideways glance at his sincere tone.
“Right. Where’s this coming from?” you asked.
Cayde shook his head, amused. “Can’t take a compliment, can you?”
“Not really.”
“Anyways, this was great. I’m looking forward to the next trip already. Now how far is the Farm? I’m craving a sandwich…” Cayde babbled, his voice trailing off in your ears as you focused on finding the right path.
Having someone cheer for you had left an unknown sense of warmth. You didn’t know how to deal with something like that. You quickly settled into the familiarity of ignoring most of what Cayde was saying, but his presence no longer felt like having a pebble in your shoe. It was almost comforting to hear someone talking as you trekked through the woods. And he didn’t expect you to reply anything besides the occasional mumble.
It was weird. As if he was constantly trying to cheer you up.
After walking for over an uneventful hour, Cayde began to pester you about taking a break.
“Oh man, my legs are killing me!”
He slumped onto the trunk of a fallen tree. You gingerly followed him, leaving a wide gap between you two.
“I don’t know how you do this every day,” he continued, blue optics fixated into you.
The forest around you was still and silent. Apart from the occasional chirping and faint rustling, the gentle wind blowing between the trees was the only sound. The midday wasn’t popular time for animals to be moving around.
You stretched your legs, reaching your fingertips towards your toes. “You’re just out of shape, Mister Vanguard.”
“Oi! That’s unnecessary and rude. Aaand probably true,” Cayde admitted with a chuckle that you joined into without realizing it.
It was good to stop to just breathe the fresh air once in a while. It was rejuvenating. You reached your arms up towards the sky and breathed in deeply.
Cayde cleared his throat.
“There’s something I wanted to ask.”
You turned to look at the Exo, brows lightly scrunched in suspicion. “Then ask.”
“What if…” Cayde began in a sly tone and it already drew a slight sigh out of you.
“Yeees?”
“Let’s say I wanted to, uhh, pull my weight here. What should I do?” He stared at you, completely, uncharacteristically serious.
“Stay out of my way,” you wanted to say but bit your tongue. If the Guardian really wanted to make himself useful, you shouldn’t shoot him down. Or Suraya would shoot you down as soon as she would hear about it.
Cayde looked at you intently, waiting for a reply.
“You need a bow,” you finally said.
“YES!”
“Talk to Hawthorne about it. Tell her I said so.”
“I will. Thanks.” He pointed finger guns at you and you rolled your eyes, hard. “Y’know how I said I’ve missed going out? They can never make me go back in.”
“Who’s ‘they’?” you asked, though the answer obviously included the Vanguard Commander.
Cayde shrugged. “Zavala and Ikora, I guess? Okay it hasn’t been that bad, but still…” Cayde looked up to the sun peeking behind the treetops.
Your gaze lingered on the happy expression on his face. Maybe he wasn’t so bad after all.
“Hey, are you hungry? I think I still have a snack bar in here somewhere…” Cayde shoved his hands into his pockets and pulled out something wrapped in bright green. “Wanna share?”
You cast a dubious look at him. “Is that what you eat in the City these days? ‘Cause I’d rather starve.”
“What? Oh no, we do have real food. Like… ramen!” Cayde suddenly looked dreamily at the sky, the snack bar still hanging in his hand. “Man, I miss ramen.”
“So I’ve heard. Like a nine thousand times during these past few days,” you quipped.
Cayde turned to look at you and snapped the bar in half. He offered the food to you. “Well, if things turn out as well as they should, I’ll treat you a bowl when this is over.”
You were taken aback by his sudden offer and the wistful tone. Maybe he really did consider you a some sort of friend? You accepted the bar. It tasted like paper, so no surprise there.
“You think it’ll go down in your favor? Things are looking pretty bad for you guys…” you asked quietly as you munched the snack bar.
“Of course! You’ve got nothing to worry about,” Cayde said instantly, “Zavala is on it. Ikora too… And we have the Guardian. We could really have a shot at turning this around. Don’t you think?”
You cast your eyes to the forest floor and pursed your mouth into a thin line. You shouldn’t have asked. The snack bar was crumbling in your grip.
Cayde squinted at you. “What?”
Your eyes snapped up to look at him, realizing your reaction had been utterly suspicious. “Huh?”
“What’s with the long face?” he asked.
“Nothing.”
“You don’t like Guardians but–”
“That’s not it!” you yelped. “I do want you to get the City back.”
“More room for you in the forest, eh?” Cayde tossed the leftovers of the bar into his mouth. He didn’t sound too convinced. “I don’t know who rubbed you in the wrong way, but not all Guardians are that bad. Look at me, for example! I’m great!” He pointed at himself with a thumb.
“’Not all Guardians…’” you muttered under your breath. Cayde was right, of course, but you really didn’t want to continue talking about it.
“I’m curious, y’know,” he said in a vain attempt at making you talk, but it only made anxiety rise bile into your throat.
“I bet you are.” You hopped off the log and shook your legs a bit. “Let’s go.”
“What? Already? It’s been like three minutes since we sat down!” Cayde whined but jumped down too. He didn’t really have a choice. Or he did, but that one was to anger Zavala by getting separated from you and getting lost in the wilds of the EDZ. And Cayde was rather fond of the last life the Light had left him.
Peep this. My writing partner Daniel J. Patinkin released a book of interviews with Americans who have been affected by gun violence. He is an incredible writer and this very timely book is well worth a read. Photo by: Michelle Morgan
