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Sylus had gone through so many lifetimes for you, so many past lives where you two were together and happy
He had searched for you in every single one, wanting nothing more than to be with you as you made every single life a memorable and enjoyable life
Whether you two were animals or humans that grew up with eachother before tragically passing, you were with eachother
Only in this lifetime, he's behind a screen and you're a player
He's practically tortured from you genuinely believing he would prefer MC over you if he was 'real' and you think he can't see how you fawn over his character and how you've been fawning over the anniversary cards
You think he can't see you reading this right now, eyes wide and a small smile you didn't even realize you held
Maybe this will help jog your memory of who you're truly talking to
it's ridiculous, given that you and him occupy the same space. his head has made an imprint upon your lap from how long he has been laying upon it, and your body instinctively curls over his as if to defend him — him, of all creatures — from the big bad things out there in the world.
it's a rare occurence, surely, considering the line of your work, and rafayel knows that he should feel some semblance of gratitude for you— but there is a selfish part of him that wonders why this is so rare. why is it that he should feel grateful that you only occasionally take time off to spend it with him instead of running after wanderer tracks like some headless chicken.
what irks rafayel the most is that even now, your mind is elsewhere; pondering about your next work day, your next course of action in your investigations regarding the aether core, everything in between— but never him.
"do you love me?" he blurts out suddenly.
rafayel hears you hum, and the dappled shade your frame casts over him where he lays upon your lap shifts as you look down at him. there's a soft smile upon your face, though your eyes shine with a glint of curiosity— puzzlement.
"of course i do," you say, as if it were obvious— as if rafayel could feel it.
and he does. he knows it, deep down in his heart and in his soul, that you love him as surely as the wave comes back to shore; you'll always come back to him at the end of the day, and rafayel thinks that it should matter.
it should matter. it should. that's what he tells himself then as he closes his eyes, turning his head to bury it in the soft of your stomach— and will all his wretched thoughts away.
Sylus wonders how long it will take you before you realize that he knows who the real MC is. Watching you scroll through fics and then go right back to playing the game as if he wasn't there, watching your reaction and taking into consideration when you entered the game
You notice that you've been getting diamonds a little easier.. but only when you're trying to get Sylus' card. You also can free-type when texting, but only with Sylus. The automated responses just don't show up for him, maybe it's a new update?
Or maybe it's him trying to get you to notice him so he can finally communicate with you. Hopefully this little prompt will prove enough. Afterall, he's watching your reaction right now
it was always you
[Sylus/Reader ★ 10.6K words ★ Masterlist ★ Series Index ★ AO3]
[part 2 of but if it’s forever, it’s even better]
“A baby… A baby. Baby. …you’re pregnant. Pregnant. With my baby.”
A/N: I let Tumblr peer pressured me into writing a part two. ❤️ there is also an epilogue-ish part three…that I am still polishing up, so uh, give me another three weeks?????
You had always known Sylus was a man of his words. He had made it known time and time again that he would never flatter you, never betray you, and most certainly never lie to you, so when the man himself promised that he would get you pregnant, he was going to get you pregnant.
“Sylus—ah! I…I might already be preg—ah!”
You bit down into his shoulder, arms wrapped tightly around his neck, clinging to him and clenching tightly as he continued to drive into you mercilessly, showing no sign of stopping or easing until you were both finished. You cried into his shoulder, gasping and moaning needily, as he spread you more, taking you in deeper and just hitting that sweet spot over and over again.
“Ohhh…” Your eyes rolled to the back of your head, unable to even remember what you were about to say.
“Can’t be too sure,” Sylus said with a wolfish grin, pleased to see you such a quivering mess beneath him, cheeks all flushed red and eyes dazed with complete lust for him. Even though he could hear you protesting feebly, your body was betraying your true feelings, easily and eagerly taking him in.
“Sylus—!”
Sylus covered your mouth with his large hand, muffling the noises, but the feel of him still relentlessly thrusting in and out of you nevertheless had you helplessly moaning into his hand, your eyes looking up at him with tears brimming in the corners.
“Careful, sweetie,” he chided, smirking, “Wouldn’t want your neighbors to know what we’re doing, right?”
You moaned into his hand again, the feeling of him pounding into you had robbed you of all other coherent thoughts or even any feeling of modesty, your only focus in this moment was on him, the way he spoke, and the lewd noises of him fucking you. You whimpered and gasped when he removed his hand, but just as quickly your sounds were swallowed by his mouth as he greedily devoured your cries. When he pulled back, a string of saliva connected the two of you. He gazed at you haughtily, completely obsessed by the dazed look you gave him.
He chuckled darkly, his hand cupped your cheek, gently caressing you. “Then again,” he murmured, eyes twinkling mischievously, “I don’t particularly care if anyone hears us.”
He kissed you again. “Going to give me an heir?” he murmured, his tone holding shades of a light tease.
You tried to glare at him, but he laughed it off. “You are insufferable,” you griped, but almost immediately after you said that, he purposefully thrusted in harder, watching with amusement when your eyes rolled to the back of your head again, your pleased moans countering your earlier annoyed tone.
“What was that, sweetie?” he teased.
“Sylus…” you whined and gripped his arm pleadingly, “I can’t take this anymore—how—oh, god—how much longer?”
His eyes darkened, taking in the sight of you shaking with pleasure beneath him. He had been pushing you to your limits, taking you whenever he could, as often as he could. His own breathing grew shakier, his thoughts wandering, his eyes glazing with desire.
Not until it’s confirmed.
Not until…you’re round and heavy with my child…
I need to keep breeding you…until you’re pregnant…
Gonna fill you up, knock you up…
Need to see you swell…make you mine…gonna fuck my child into you—
“Fuck—” The thought of you carrying his baby had him coming quicker than either of you expected, and you whined at the feeling of how full he was making you feel. It was too much, and yet, your own body wanted more, wanted to milk him until he was empty, until his seed flooded your womb completely.
“Sylus…!”
“Fuck, sweetie,” he panted, his large body hovered closely over yours, only held up by his forearms as he stared into your eyes as he emptied himself into you. He kissed you roughly, his frenzied words coming out in between sharp gasps of breath, “You’re going to look so fucking pretty with my baby in you. Won’t be able to keep my hands off of you—gonna feel you up, fuck you again and again—oh, sweetie…”
You whimpered against his kisses, his dizzying words making the blood rushed straight to your head. Your arms wrapped around his neck, clinging to him tightly as you felt his body relaxing against yours. “Sylus…I feel so…full…”
He groaned as he buried his face into the crook of your neck. You felt him nibbling on your skin, felt all of his body heat against yours as you both slowly settled down from your shared euphoria.
For the next few minutes, neither of you spoke, the only sound heard in your bedroom was the two of you steadying your breathing. Then, you heard Sylus speaking up: “Let’s rest for a bit,” he said, pulling out of you and laying facedown next to you, his arms slung protectively over your stomach. He peered at you with a weary smirk, saying, “We’ll continue again later…”
“What? Again?” You startled at his words, eyes widening in shock as you exclaimed, “We’ve already done it three times tonight!”
“Oh, sweetie, you know I have a big appetite—in more ways than one.”
He hungrily kissed you, your small face held in his large hands, his touch gentle, but his kisses were ravenous. He parted, giving you a moment to catch your breath, but his words did nothing to calm your racing heart: “And when it comes to you,” he husked, “my craving is never satisfied.”
“I can never face my neighbors again…”
“Good. You should come live with me in the N109 Zone anyway.”
“You can at least pretend to sympathize with me for one minute.”
“I wouldn’t know how. Being empathetic is not in my nature, sweetie.”
For the next few weeks, you fell into a strange routine. If you weren’t in Sylus’ bed, then he was in yours, and while you would often protest against his enthusiastic advances, eventually you would always succumb to your desires, letting him have his ways with you to his heart’s content.
With so much going on, you didn’t notice the telling signs at first.
Fatigue? Work had been hectic lately.
Nausea? There had been a bug going around the city.
Tender breasts? Perhaps you were about to have your period.
Except…that was when you realized your period never arriving. You went over the dates, checked the calendar three, four times, as you did the calculations in your head.
You were late.
Your heart sped up, hands already resting on your lower abdomen. Your nerves were in bundles, thoughts haywire.
You…might be…
Pregnant.
Pregnant.
With Sylus’ baby.
Several pregnancy tests later, you stared at the row of pregnancy tests on your bathroom counter neatly lined up with identical results: Positive. You were pregnant.
You sat down on the edge of your bathtub, hand once again feeling your flat belly. So many thoughts ran through your mind, so many questions weighing you down. You had, more or less, planned this, but now that it was a reality—now that you were pregnant with Sylus’ baby—you felt nervous.
You couldn’t even pinpoint the reason for your anxiety. It was just a combination of so many different things, and while you could just continue to sit and mull and worry on your own, you knew you would rather go see Sylus as soon as possible. Taking a look at the late time, you decided first thing tomorrow morning, you would head over to the N109 Zone and see Sylus.
For now, you hoped a warm shower could help calm your nerves enough for you to sleep through the night.
The following morning, you woke up early to do a few chores around the apartment before heading outside for a quick walk to clear your head. You walked around the block, silently rehearsing in your head the different ways you could make your announcement. The previous night, you had ended up staying up later than intended, browsing videos and social media posts about how other people had made their pregnancy announcements. While many of them were cute, some even ingenious, you felt they didn’t seem right for you and Sylus.
As you approached your apartment building again, still lost in thoughts, you heard a caw nearby and instantly frowned, mumbling to yourself, “Oh, no…”
After a quick scan of your surroundings, your eyes caught sight of the familiar metallic wings flapping overhead before a certain mechanical crow landed on a nearby tree to perch, his eyes staring straight in your direction. You gritted your teeth in annoyance before you calmed your breathing. You slowly exhaled, forced on a sweet smile, and then called out to the mechanical crow in a sing-song voice, “Oh, Mephie~ who’s a pretty birdie?”
Mephisto gave you an indignant caw, and you feigned hurt, pouting at him. “Oh, don’t be like that, Mephie,” you cooed, “We’re besties, remember?”
Mephisto shuffled on his perch, cocking his head at you in confusion.
“And as besties,” you continued, taking off your rings to dangle in front of the crow, “We should be nice to one another, right? Help each other out, even?”
You could have sworn you saw the gleam of interest in Mephisto’s eyes when he noticed the shiny rings you were waving at him. Gotcha, you thought, pleased that your plan was working out.
“These rings,” you said, holding them out in the palm of your hand, “for your silence on this matter.”
Mephisto looked up at you confused.
“Oh, don’t pretend like you don’t know what I’m talking about,” you scolded the crow, folding your hand and gripping the rings tightly. “You are not telling Sylus about my pregnancy before me!”
You opened your hand again, holding up your bribe as offering. “Now, do we have a deal, Mephisto?”
You grinned when Mephisto eagerly and greedily seized the rings, giving you a nod before flying away with his new treasures.
You quickly headed inside to get changed. While Mephisto did seem to agree to your bribe, you still would rather head over to the N109 Zone as soon as possible to share the news with Sylus before any other mishaps could happen.
It was eight in the morning when you finally arrived at Onychinus’ base in the N109 Zone, an area constantly shrouded in darkness and where the entire concept of time felt utterly meaningless. It was also when Sylus would be asleep, seeing as his schedule and yours were polar opposite. Sylus tended to be in foul mood whenever he was woken up during his sleep, so you really should let him sleep for a bit longer. It almost didn’t seem right to wake him up so suddenly and, in according to his schedule, so early.
But then you remembered your recent bouts of morning sickness was all his fault, so you grinned and barged into his home loudly, startling Luke and Kieran who were lounging around in the dining area.
“Miss Hunter! What are you doing here so early in the morning?” Kieran rose from his seat in a chair while Luke remained seated on the table.
“Yeah, Boss is still asleep,” Luke added, “W-wait, where are you going?”
You grinned and ignored the twins who both gotten to their feet to trail after you nervously as you headed in the direction of Sylus’ bedroom.
“W-wait, Boss is going to be pissed if he’s woken up at this time!” Luke grabbed your arm to stop you, and you peered up at him with a startling sweet smile. Even with the mask covering his face, you could sense how nervous he was, whether it was because of the prospect of waking Sylus up or your frighteningly cheerful smile, you weren’t sure.
“It’s alright, you two,” you cooed, voice so saccharine it made them wonder what you were up to. You continued in a chipper voice, “He’s going to be thrilled by what I have to tell him.”
“Well,” Kieran started, scratching his head thoughtfully, “Miss Hunter does have him wrapped around her finger…”
“Right, Boss practically grovels at her feet—wait, don’t tell him I said that!”
By this point, you were already outside Sylus’ bedroom with the twins a good several feet away staring at you with mild horror. You quietly shooed them away and watched with a smile as they slunk back to the dining room while muttering among themselves. You couldn’t be bothered to care about what they could be whispering about.
You exhaled slowly, and then quietly opened the door, peering into the dark room with caution. Your eyes scanned the large bedroom, checking for any distractions, any oddities that could ruin this planned perfect moment.
“Good, Mephie is not in there,” you mumbled to yourself when you noticed the empty bird perch. You made a mental note to find something extra shiny for the mechanical bird for keeping his end of the deal. You continued your quiet surveillance, and when your eyes finally landed on the bed, you found Sylus asleep under the cover, seeing his chest rising and falling steadily.
You grinned.
As you tiptoed into the bedroom, you couldn’t help but noticed a large stray feather of Mephisto was laying on the floor. Your grin widened as you picked it up and made your way over to Sylus’ bed.
He was sound asleep.
He looked so peaceful, almost ethereal, even.
You smiled and leaned closer, using the feather to tickle his face.
Sylus stirred with an annoyed groan.
You quickly suppressed a giggle. Just as you were about to tickle his nose, Sylus opened his eyes and you startled from seeing his red irises so suddenly. Immediately, you let out a shriek when Sylus unexpectedly grabbed your wrist and pulled you into bed with him.
“You shouldn’t have snuck in here like this, sweetie,” he chided, holding you firmly to him.
You struggled in his embrace, but Sylus simply smirked, showing no sign of letting you go any time soon. “Who provoked who first?” he questioned arrogantly, giving your thigh a light smack.
You glared up at him, exclaiming, “Is that any way to treat the woman carrying your baby?”
He paused.
He stared.
And then he spoke—voice so rough, so dry.
“A baby… A baby. Baby. …you’re pregnant. Pregnant. With my baby.”
He had unconsciously let you go, barely noticing when you knelt next to him on the bed, grinning from ear to ear. You watched with delight, seeing the normally calm and haughty crime leader having a complete brain malfunction as he attempted to process your news, his eyes darting back and forth from your face and your stomach. Several emotions flashed across Sylus’ eyes ranging from confusion to surprise to shock before finally settling on joy—absolute, complete wholehearted joy.
You gasped when he pulled you into his firm embrace again, your face pressed to his chest as you felt his hands rubbing you up and down. You whined against him and he looked down at you completely delighted. His lips instantly pressed against yours, silencing your cries.
“We’re having a baby,” he murmured again, still not quite registering the words, finding them to sound so foreign on his tongue. “My god, we’re having a baby…”
“How many times are you going to say that?” You looked at him with a pout and he just grinned at you again.
“Until you give birth.”
You instantly blushed. “What are you saying—”
He sat back, leaning against the headboard and pulling you into his lap. You watched as his large hand lay over your still-flat belly curiously. He shook his head in disbelief, huffing quietly, “A baby. There’s a baby in there…”
“Y-Yeah…” you mumbled back, still finding the whole situation surreal as well. It was your body, but even you couldn’t quite wrap your head around the fact that you were now carrying a new life inside you. Your eyes rested on your stomach. It was still so flat. How could a baby be growing in there? How could you get bigger?
You tilted your head a little, your questioning thoughts starting to drift to a new direction. You wondered when you would start showing. When would you start to feel the little kicks and movements? How big were you going to get? Were you having a boy or a girl? Would Sylus truly love you like this—
You teared up. Sylus immediately noticed and looked startled.
You started crying.
“Wh-what’s wrong? Sweetie, why are you crying? Why are you upset?”
You were immediately pulled into his embrace, his hand automatically rubbing the back of your head gently to soothe you as you cried against his chest. You heaved and sobbed against him as he mumbled comforting words, hoping they would calm you down.
“Did I do something?” he questioned softly, feeling helpless when he felt you shaking in his arms, unable to calm down or speak clearly.
You shook your head.
“Are you hurt somewhere?”
“N-no…” you mumbled feebly against his chest.
“Then why are you crying? Sweetie, talk to me…”
“I-I don’t know…”
Sylus peered down at your head and smiled gently. “I think a certain kitten is fibbing.”
“Quit it…”
“I will if she tells me why she’s crying.”
You grumbled against his chest, protesting quietly when he pulled you back to look at your reddened face and puffy eyes. He held your face in his hands, his thumbs brushing away your fresh tears as he shushed you gently. You sniffed.
“I’m going to get fat…”
Sylus looked confused.
And then he laughed.
“Ah, so is that why you are crying?” He chuckled, “Sweetheart, you are not going to get fat.”
“I’m going to gain weight!”
“For our baby,” he emphasized. “The baby is going to be growing inside you.”
“You’ll stop loving me…”
Sylus immediately frowned; his earlier mirth disappeared in that instance. His eyes narrowed in anger as he spoke coldly, “What did you say?”
You clammed up, unprepared for his entire demeanor change. You let out a shaky breath when Sylus grabbed your chin, gentle but firm, and held your gaze to him. His thumb brushed over your trembling lips as he spoke, his tone leaving no room for arguments, “I won’t ever stop loving you.”
He didn’t raise his voice, but the way he said those words so evenly, so softly and resolutely, they rang loud in the large room. Your heart pounded in your chest, his icy gaze on you rendered you speechless, making you forget about your earlier insecurities. He leaned his face closer to you, his lips just a breath away from yours. “If anything,” he continued, voice dropping lower, “I’ll love you even more.”
You whimpered when he captured your lips, his sweet kiss a binding seal for his ardent words. When he parted, he pressed his forehead to yours, his voice still breathless and unyielding, “Don’t ever question my love for you again.”
Your eyes lowered, embarrassed by your earlier outburst. You nodded obediently.
The room was quiet as you and Sylus remained still, him waiting patiently for you to calm yourself. Meanwhile, you felt your cheeks reddening as you replayed the last few minutes in your mind, your embarrassment growing stronger as you realized how silly and ridiculous you were being.
“Sylus?”
“Hmm?”
“I think I’m having mood swings already…”
“No kidding…”
“What did you say?!”
“My kitten,” he answered, kissing your forehead. He lay back down in bed, pulling you on top of him gently. Your head lifted, your protests dying instantly when you caught sight of his sweet expression, eyes closed and a pleased smile on his face. Your heart instantly melted, any residual doubts lingering in your mind disappeared the moment you heard him sighing blissfully: “We’re having a baby…”
“Are you sure you don’t want to let people know Onychinus’ leader is your baby daddy?”
“I’m sure.”
“Sure-sure, or pregnancy-brain-I-might-change-my-mind-again-sure?”
For the longest time, it seemed your belly continued to remain flat as a board, making even you yourself doubtful about whether or not you were truly pregnant. If it weren’t for that first ultrasound you got at your prenatal visit, you probably would have dismissed the whole thing as a false positive.
However, the moment you saw that small speck on the ultrasound photo, the moment you caught Sylus’ own surprised expression, you both knew that this was real. Your lives were changing in the most astoundingly beautiful way possible, and no matter how much you both may prep for the arrival of your bundle of joy, you knew nothing would ever be like before.
How wonderful, you thought.
One morning, early in your second trimester, you noticed a slight rounding in your middle after waking up. You cautiously touched it, startled by the feeling of the curve. You could have sworn that just eight hours earlier, you still had your flat stomach, but right now you could definitely see a distinct difference, see the way it was beginning to shape and fill out. You touched it more firmly, still unused to the surrealism of this moment.
“It’s…happening…” you muttered to yourself, still trying to come to terms with this reality. You startled again when you heard your phone ringing.
It was Sylus, wanting to video chat. You answered immediately.
“Good morning!” you greeted him.
“Morning,” he yawned back, and you realized it was probably his “night” time now. “I just wanted to check in on you before you went to work. How are you feeling?”
“Good!” you responded brightly. Possibly a little too brightly, because Sylus immediately raised a questioning brow.
“‘Good?’” he repeated, crossing his arms in confusion. “How’s your morning sickness?”
“Haven’t had any—yet,” you answered cautiously. Then you smiled brightly and adjusted the phone to show your midriff. You lifted your pajamas top excitedly, exclaiming, “But look! I’m starting to show!”
You had expected Sylus to be excited, but his expression and entire demeanor was a far cry from what you had anticipated the notorious Onychinus leader to have. He seemed upset, and you frowned, slowly pulling your top back down. “Why aren’t you excited?”
“Huh?” He didn’t seem to realize his expression was upsetting you. He sighed, and apologized immediately. “I am excited,” he clarified, though his tone suggested otherwise, “It’s just…”
“Just what?” you demanded, feeling hurt that his behavior was not like what you had expected.
“I want you here with me.”
Your face softened. “What?”
“You’re starting to show,” he continued, “and it made me realize I don’t want to miss another second of your pregnancy. I’m just…upset that I am not by your side right now, seeing your belly grow, feeling it, taking care of you…”
You could feel your cheeks warming because of his words.
“Come live with me?”
“But—”
Sylus sighed, already expecting the usual excuses: your job, your life, everything you loved was in bright, sunny Linkon City. Not the dark and dreary N109 Zone.
“But my plushies…”
Sylus blinked, confused.
“Sweetie, I have more than enough room here for your belongings.”
“My job—”
“Didn’t you say your captain was putting you on desk duty?” he interrupted you, smirking, “Surely the Hunters Association allows their employees—especially ones in their…delicate condition—the option to work remotely?”
“…”
“No more excuses?”
“Not at the moment…Give me a sec.”
Sylus chuckled. “I’ll have Luke and Kieran make arrangements for your move.”
You gawked at him. “I never said yes!”
“Not explicitly,” he agreed and then tilted his head a little, smirking, “So explain to me why your eyes shined so brightly when I made my offer?”
You slumped in bed and stared at the phone—at Sylus’ insufferable smirk.
“Sweetheart…”
“I want you next to me, too,” you confessed as you looked down at the small bump forming. You tentatively touched it. “I want you with us.”
You looked up at the phone screen just in time to see Sylus had a quick intake of breath, his eyes had widened a fraction, easily missed by those with untrained eyes. Then, he shook his head, almost as if in disbelief by what he had heard. He chuckled to himself. “Sweetheart, I’ll see you in an hour.”
You looked confused. “I thought you were going to bed now?”
“How can I sleep after hearing you say something so adorable?”
You blushed, and tried to keep your voice and expression neutral. “Go to bed,” you said as sternly as possible in spite of Sylus’ amused smirk at your transparent attempt. “I’m getting ready to go to work.”
“Call out,” he demanded.
“No—”
“Fine,” he said, interrupting you to your confusion, “I’ll just show up to your workplace at the end of your work day.”
You stared at the phone, mouth agape. You narrowed your eyes at him. “Did you just make a threat?”
He shook his head, feigning hurt. “I am merely concerned for my pregnant girlfriend.”
“No,” you repeated firmly. “Do. Not. Come. To. My. Work. Place.”
“How mean,” he cooed mockingly, “You won’t allow me to see you, you won’t let people know I fathered your baby—”
“About that—”
He looked at you suspiciously. “What?”
“People kind of know…”
“I don’t understand,” he said, frowning. He tilted his head to the side in confusion. “You said you didn’t want people to know the leader of Onychinus knocked you up.”
“Well, yes—and they still don’t know that.” You bit your bottom lip nervously, flinching a little when Sylus questioned you again impatiently. “I couldn’t just not give them a name—Tara was so excited about the news and well—”
“Well, what?”
“I said Skye fathered my baby.”
“Who’s Skye—you did what?” Sylus paused, remembering. And then he laughed. “I see, so ‘Skye’ is your baby daddy then.”
The minute Sylus started smiling, you felt an uncomfortable feeling growing in the pit of your belly. You knew it wasn’t your morning sickness making you feel queasy in that moment. The knot worsened when Sylus started chuckling. You flustered and asked, mildly annoyed, “Why are you laughing?”
“No particular reason,” he answered affably, eyes twinkling in amusement. “I can be okay with this. In fact—”
Sylus’ smile widened. “I won’t come see you after work today after all.”
You breathed out in relief, but that brief moment of serenity disappeared just as quickly the moment Sylus finished his thought:
“‘Skye’ will pick you up today after work.”
“You are absolutely insufferable.”
“See you at five, sweetheart,” Sylus responded, smirking as he ended the call and you were left staring at your bewildered reflection in the darkened phone screen.
“Well, Baby,” You started, staring down at your small bump. You gently placed a hand over it, giving it a tentative rub. “Your daddy can be an ass sometimes…”
“You actually brought your plushies.”
“You said you have room for them.”
“I do, but—”
“But what?”
“I don’t remember getting Bunbun, Artsy Birb, or Happy Snowman with you…”
“…don’t worry about them.”
Before you knew it, you began calling Onychinus’ base your home. Not a second home, not a temporary home, but home. There were days you would wake up feeling disoriented, still not quite used to the N109 Zone’s seemingly eternal darkness. There were also many mornings you would find yourself missing and yearning for the sunlight in Linkon City, but those feelings of longing disappeared the moment you felt Sylus’ arm wrapped around your waist, feeling your growing belly and hearing his soft breathing so close to you.
Your eyes fluttered opened one particular day—or, perhaps, it was night, you weren’t quite sure yet—and you felt a familiar warmth behind you. You looked down and saw a large hand covering your growing bump.
You smiled.
Your belly had grown steadily these past few weeks, becoming more and more prominent each day, and while it seemed big to you, it still looked quite small when Sylus touched it. You stared at his large hand nearly covering your entire middle, and you swallowed nervously, realizing you still had several more months of your pregnancy. Plenty of time for your baby to grow bigger.
Much bigger.
You felt nervous.
And scared.
You started to cry.
Sylus immediately woke up when he sensed the sudden shift in your emotions.
“Sweetie?” He was immediately alert, sitting up and pulling you closer to him as he examined you all over looking for anything that could be causing you discomfort or distress. “What’s wrong? Why are you crying?”
“How am I supposed to have your big babies?!”
Sylus looked floored.
“…excuse me?”
You continued crying hysterically. “How am I supposed to push out your big babies?!”
Sylus blinked, still not quite following your train of thought. He knew your hormones had been fluctuating all over the place, but even that did not prepare him for this conversation. He rubbed his forehead, half-wondering if he was still asleep and dreaming this whole ridiculous situation. He sighed when you continued to hysterically ramble:
“What was I thinking letting you knock me up with your big babies? Fuck, I wasn’t thinking—I was just a horny little slut! And now I have your big baby inside me! How am I expected to push out a baby that size? Oh, god, what if I can’t—Sylus, stop laughing at me!”
Sylus was leaning against the headboard, his whole body shaking in amusement as he watched you spiral. He chuckled when you attempted to punch his shoulder, but his quick reflex easily allowed him to grab your wrist gently before pulling you into his embrace. He hummed happily when he felt your small bump pressed against his stomach.
“Sweetheart, you are worrying over nothing…”
“Easy for you to say, you’re not gonna be pushing something out of your—"
He kissed your lips, silencing you immediately. “It will be fine,” he reassured you, “Your body was made for this.”
“…for average sized baby…not what you’ve given me…”
He quirked an eyebrow at you, half-amused, half-confused. “I might regret asking this,” he said, giving your cheek a teasing pinch to your annoyance, “but what makes you so certain the baby is going to be abnormally big?”
“Look at you!”
He shrugged, still not quite following your train of thought.
“Sylus!”
“Look,” he started while stroking your head soothingly, his voice gentle, “The doctor said you are meeting all of the expected weight gain on time. Not under, and not over.”
You continued to sulk.
“The baby is growing at a perfectly normal rate.”
“But what if—"
He sighed. “I know all of this is scary right now—” He pressed his lips to your forehead. “And I—I can’t truly fathom your anxiety. You’re scared and I wish I can make you feel better—”
You looked up curiously.
He smiled and rubbed your cheek where he had previously pinched tenderly. “I am so bad at this…”
You stared at Sylus’ helpless smile and you felt a warmth spreading in your chest. This big intimidating man with such an imposing aura, such unfathomable confidence and charisma was rendered helpless and lost by you. You felt oddly touched by this. Your smaller hands grabbed his, holding it close to your cheek and you smiled at Sylus, surprising him.
“I might have overreacted,” you admitted sheepishly, adding, “I’m feeling better now, Sylus…”
He furrowed his brows. “Are you sure?”
You nodded and kissed his palm, your hand caressing his. “I’m still nervous,” you admitted, and Sylus’ expression softened, “But…I feel safe with you…”
He smiled and gathered you into his lap, holding you securely to him. He nuzzled his cheek against your head. “I wish I could take away all of your worries,” he murmured, “but I don’t want to lie to you or make promises I can’t keep…”
He kissed you sweetly, his voice still soft and gentle, “I can only promise that I will stay by your side for as long as you’ll have me…”
His hand lowered, feeling your belly, feeling the life the two of you had made together. “As long as you’ll both have me.”
You smiled at him, eyes brimming with tears.
He wiped the corners of your eyes, tsking softly. “Now,” he continued, his tone lightening, “Any other worries I need to quell tonight?”
You stilled, looking deep in thought. Sylus was only teasing, but he grew concerned when you seemed to ponder his inquiry seriously. He tilted your chin up, your gaze meeting his. He asked, “What is it?”
“Do…do you think I’m still…pretty?”
He blinked, and then he shook his head, amused. “Is that even a question?”
You looked at him sullenly. “Don’t patronize me…I’m serious.”
“Very pretty,” he murmured, grabbing your face, his lips pressed roughly against yours. You gasped and panted, not expecting the fierce kisses from him. His hand rested behind your head, your hair roughly tangled in between his long, slender fingers as he spoke deeply, a faint growl heard in the back of his throat, “So fucking pretty.”
You whined against his lips, and Sylus chuckled as he continued to mumble in between his relentless kisses, “My pretty, knocked up hunter, all round and swollen with my baby, so cute and needy—fuck, I can’t get enough of you…”
“Sylus…” You panted, feeling your body warming up as you listened to his voice, hearing that sinful rasp full of desire for you. You unconsciously rubbed yourself against his thigh and Sylus hissed, grabbing your hips.
“Sweetie…what are you doing?”
You blushed. “I—I didn’t mean to—”
He looked at you knowingly. He gripped your hips tighter, smirking. “You’re really testing my restraint right now…”
You looked at him expectantly, biting your bottom lip. He groaned at the sight.
“Sweetie, my self-control can only go so far…”
“What if…” you looked at him, eyes glazing with desire. “I say…I want you right now?”
“What?” Sylus looked at you expectantly, waiting for you to repeat your words. You felt your cheeks warming up under his intense gaze, but more than that, you also felt a burning inside you as you realize how much you missed and ached for his touch.
“What is this lewd expression you are giving me,” he murmured, tipping your chin up. He leaned down and planted kisses along your neck, nipping and sucking as his hands roamed down your body. You shivered against him as he spoke, “Are you…giving me permission, sweetie?”
“…Yes.”
That was all Sylus needed to hear.
His lips crashed upon yours again, hands fumbling with clothes, making quick work to discard them. Your needy gasps and moans mingled with his own impatient grunts and groans as you both gave in to the pleasure you had both abstained from these past few weeks.
“Sy—ohhh…”
Sylus had you on your side, your leg held up by him as he slid in slowly, his movements more careful than normal as he gauged your reaction, making sure to prioritize your comfort and wellbeing first. He placed a hand over your belly, cradling it possessively. “Who put this baby in you?” he demanded, the rasp in his voice noticeable, making you throbbed inside.
“Y-you, Sylus!”
He kissed your neck. “That’s right,” he murmured, nipping at your skin and leaving his marks, “It’s my child growing inside you, my child in your womb.”
You shivered against him.
“Sylus…more…please…”
“Are you sure—”
“Yes!”
He smirked at your eager, impatient response. His face buried into your neck, his voice husky with desire, “It looks like it’s going to be a long night…”
“I can’t be around Luke and Kieran anymore.”
“Are they bullying you, sweetie? Just bully them right back, you have my permission.”
“That’s not what I meant—never mind. I just…feel like they know what we did…”
“Did they say something?”
“No, it’s the way they looked at me…”
“…they wear masks all the time. How can you tell?”
“I just know.”
“Sweetie…”
“Don’t you dare say I am being hormonal again!”
“…”
Ping!
“Sylus, what the hell?! Did you just text an emoji to me?!”
“I did as you said. I did not say you were hormonal.”
“You texted me the ‘pondering’ Grumpy Crow emoji!”
“It could mean anything.”
Ping!
“…Really, sweetie? The ‘annoyed’ Grumpy Crow emoji?”
“It could mean anything.”
You should have known that Sylus would be prepared for your pregnancy cravings, although, you couldn’t help but felt that he had taken things too far.
“Um…” Luke opened the fridge and stared inside for a moment before closing the door. He turned and stared at you from behind his mask. “Is Miss Hunter craving yogurt?”
“What?” You paused in your work and looked up from your laptop confused. “What are you talking about—”
Luke opened the fridge door again, giving you a grand view of the assorted brands and flavors of yogurt that filled the fridge in every conceivable spot possible.
“I—” you stared, mouth agape, “I simply said yesterday, ‘yogurt sounds tasty right now’!”
Kieran strolled over and opened the freezer door and you all stared awkwardly at the containers after containers of frozen yogurt that also lined the shelves.
“At least he is attentive,” Kieran responded pleasantly while you sat there unsure if you should feel happy or exasperated by Sylus’ gesture.
“Let’s see,” Luke started, pointing at each container as he listed the different types, “You have the regular yogurt, Greek yogurt, French-style, organic, dairy-free, low-fat, probiotic—”
“You also have plain yogurt,” Kieran cheerfully chimed in, adding, “Vanilla, strawberry, peach, raspberry, cherry, mango, coconut, pomegranate…”
“It’s the salad dressing incident all over again…” you bemoaned, earning absolutely no empathy from the two men in the room, who seemed to be delighted by this odd situation.
“Maybe next time you should be more specific,” Luke said unhelpfully, earning instantly a glare from you. He held up his hands in defense and shrugged. “Say, Miss Hunter, can I have one of the—”
“Be my guest,” you said, sighing when Luke happened to grab the vanilla yogurt that came with crushed chocolate cookies to sprinkle on top.
“Wait, does Miss Hunter even have any cravings right now?” Kieran pondered aloud.
Sex, your mind unhelpfully answered for you before you shooed that traitorous thought away. You forced a pleasant smile on your face and shook your head as you rubbed your growing belly. “Not really. This little one doesn’t seem to mind what I eat.”
“Huh,” Luke said as he stirred the cookies into his yogurt. “No wonder Boss is desperate to find anything to buy for you…”
Kieran nodded in agreement with his brother, adding, “He must really want the whole pregnancy experience with you…”
“Is that so?” You couldn’t help but feel touched by Sylus’ gesture now.
“Maybe you should make something up,” Luke suggested.
You rolled your eyes. “Be for real, you two. I am not going to make up some cravings when I don’t have any just so Sylus can—”
“How about pickles and hot chili-lime tortilla chips?” Kieran suggested, looking up from his phone.
“What are you—actually, that does sound good…”
“What sounds good?” Sylus walked into the kitchen, interrupting your conversation. You glared at Luke and Kieran into keeping their silence, and the two nodded reluctantly.
“Never mind that,” you said, standing up with Sylus’ help, “Are you ready to go to Linkon City?”
Sylus sighed. “The doctors in the N109 Zone are just as good. Hell, I can even get you your own personal doctors to come to our home—”
“Sylus, I want to go to Linkon City. Please?”
One look at your pouting lips had Sylus yielding to you immediately. He sighed again and shook his head in defeat, “Fine, fine, whatever you like, sweetie.”
As you and Sylus started to leave the kitchen, Luke piped up, “Hey, Boss, do we have any yogurt around here?”
You shot Luke the dirtiest look you could muster, making a mental note to get back at him again for his comment.
It was a girl.
It was going to be a girl.
Any worries that Sylus would be disappointed in the gender immediately left your brain the moment you caught sight of his awestruck stare as he gazed at the monitor where you both watched the baby make little movements.
The doctor left the two of you alone to gather your thoughts, to bask in this private joyous moment. The moment the door closed and you two were truly left alone, you both let out the breath you were holding in.
Sylus was the first to speak, his voice more surprised than you had ever heard from the usual confidant man: “We’re having a girl…”
Your heart skipped a beat. It seemed each day, everything felt more real than the last. You knew you were having a baby, of course, but now that you knew it was going to be a girl…you felt so many conflicting emotions coursing through yourself: joy, worry, fear, doubts.
But when you looked upon Sylus, any insecurities you felt disappeared instantly, because you knew he would never leave you to handle things alone. If anything, you knew he would shoulder all of the hardship if he could just so you would never have to suffer for a second in your life.
“Sweetie…”
You gazed into his crimson eyes the moment you felt his hand on your cheek.
“Thank you…”
You blinked in confusion, but he never elaborated further. Instead, you felt his lips on yours, his touch more tender, more protective. As you parted, you saw his eyes drifted from the monitor to your belly, his expression was so tender and heartfelt.
You smiled when you realized you were no longer the only girl in Sylus’ heart.
Bright red eyes. Long, straight nose. Full lips.
“Are you not hungry tonight, sweetie?”
“Huh?”
“You’ve been staring at me for the last ten minutes,” Sylus said, frowning, “Do I have something on my face?”
“Uh, no…” you responded, blushing in embarrassment.
“Then what’s wrong? Is the food not to your liking? Do you want to order something else?”
“N-no,” you answered, stopping Sylus from calling the waiter over. Your blush seemed to deepen even more, embarrassed for so many different reasons now. “It’s fine. The food is yummy. Look, I’m eating!”
You took a bite of the roasted chicken on your plate to prove a point. Sylus didn’t look satisfied, so you sighed in defeat and placed your fork and knife down. You breathed in slowly, preparing yourself for your little confession. “Alright…just…don’t laugh at me…”
He huffed in amusement at your preface.
“I just said don’t laugh at me!” you looked up, glaring at him.
“Alright, alright,” he conceded good-naturedly, “So what’s wrong?”
“I was…imagining…”
“Imagining?”
You blushed.
“Imagining what?” Sylus questioned, furrowing his brows as he leaned forward, reaching across the table to grab your chin, turning you to face him. “Answer me.”
“Just…what…the baby will look like…with your features…”
He blinked in surprise, letting go of your chin. He leaned back in his seat, chuckling in amusement.
“You’re laughing at me again!”
“I’m not laughing at you,” he objected. He leaned forward again, his left elbow propped on the table, his chin cradled in his hand as he smiled smugly at you. “You’re just so cute.”
If it was possible, your blush probably deepened to another shade. You tried to focus on your dinner, but this time you could feel Sylus’ eyes watching you intensely. You could practically feel your heart pumping fast and hard in your chest. You startled when you heard him speaking again:
“But shouldn’t the baby also have your features as well, sweetie?”
“Well…probably,” you answered.
“I think she’ll look much prettier if she looks like her mommy.”
“I thought you said you wouldn’t flatter me.”
“It’s not flattery if it’s factual,” he countered with a grin. “And her mommy is very pretty.”
You quietly ate your dinner, pretending you didn’t hear him, though inside you felt delighted by his praises. Sylus continued to watch you eat, amused by your transparent act. He could practically see you brimming with joy at his compliments.
“Shall I order dessert?” he asked, already calling the waiter over. He didn’t even look at the menu, saying, “One of everything.”
You gaped. “We couldn’t possibly finish all of that!”
He shrugged. “We’ll take them to go then.”
“That—that’s not what I—” Your eyes widened as Sylus ignored your protests and gave the revised order to the waiter. “Sylus, that’s too much!”
He chuckled again. “Sweetie, you deserve to be pampered,” he said, “Let me lavish and spoil you during this special time.”
He reached across the table again, wiping your lips with his thumb. You heart skipped a beat as you watched him licked his thumb clean. “Besides,” he started, gazing at you fondly, “You’re already giving me the greatest gift ever.”
“I still think you ordered too much.”
“Complain all you want you, sweetie, but when it’s 2 AM and you are craving a lemon-raspberry cheesecake, you will thank me.”
“But I haven’t had that many cravings during this pregnancy! I’m actually a little disappointed…”
“Shall we play the guessing game then?”
“No alcohol.”
“I obviously wasn’t going to suggest—stop glaring at me.”
Another wet dream.
Some women were exhausted. (You were exhausted.)
Some have weird food cravings. (You had a different craving.)
Some may even be emotional. (You were very, very emotional.)
But you.
Well…you…were having wet dreams and an out-of-control sex drive. (Fuck.)
You woke up one morning groaning in annoyance. You remembered bits and pieces of the lewd dream, enough that you were squirming now that you were awake, feeling frustrated in parts because one: you couldn’t finish the dream, and two: you really needed to finish…
You suddenly noticed Sylus was asleep in bed next to you. You briefly wondered why you didn’t notice him getting into bed earlier, but the thought quickly dashed away when your sex-crazed brain suddenly noted appreciatively that he had fallen asleep in his bathrobe again, the belt barely tied around his waist, exposing his toned torso to you.
A book was lying next to him, and his reading glasses were tilted on his face. You surmised he must have fallen asleep while reading earlier. A mischievous thought found its way into your head, and for a brief second, you contemplated, questioning your own motives.
Well, you were only going to help him take his glasses off. You didn’t want them to break. You were just being thoughtful. Truly.
You hauled yourself up, groaning at the increasing difficulty with each day that your belly grew. You steadied your hand over your bump, giving it a gentle rub before you crawled over and climbed onto his lap, straddling him.
Sylus was still asleep, his chest rising and falling slowly.
You held back a moan when you realized he hadn’t put on any undergarment after his shower. What a sneaky bastard.
You leaned forward, touching the frame of his glasses. You hissed when you felt your round stomach pressed forward, touching his toned abdomen. The crisp scent of his body wash wafted in the air so close to your nose, making you just want to lean forward and inhale deeply.
You shook your head, chiding yourself silently before you quickly took his glasses off and placed them on the nightstand.
As you were about to climb off of him, you felt yourself brushing against him—against his bulge. You swallowed slowly, feeling a warmth spread in your core. You could practically feel yourself throbbing and aching inside.
Maybe he wouldn’t notice.
Maybe you could be quick and…
You were just going to…
Sylus’ eyes shot opened when he felt a new weight on top of him. His eyes widened in shock at the sight of you on top of him, shamelessly grinding against him. His brain quickly caught up with the situation and he laughed, as he reached out to grab your hips, pulling you into his embrace.
“Well, good morning to you, too, sweetie,” he laughed, kissing your lips, “Is this how you’re going to wake me up from now on? Because I like it.”
You blushed in embarrassment. “I—I can explain.”
He raised an eyebrow.
Grinning, Sylus reached under your nightgown, cupping your sex and rubbing his hand against the fabric of your soaked panties, making you gasped and moaned loudly, the feel of him touching you was a welcoming friction. “Really?” he questioned, his voice dropping an octave lower, “You can explain why you’re so wet right now?”
“Sy-Sylus…” you practically whimpered his name, looking at him pleadingly. You were already suffering from your out-of-control hormones, and right now, that delightfully sinful and sultry voice of his was only making things worse.
“What’s wrong, sweetie?” he cooed, “Need to get yourself off on my cock?”
You really did whimper this time.
He looked amused as he undid the belt of his robe. You followed Sylus’ every movement, watching with rapt attention as he wrapped his hand around his magnificent cock and began stroking himself leisurely. His own eyes remained locked on you, relishing in the way you were reacting to him. You swallowed, feeling your insides pulsing, needing to be filled by him.
“Ride me,” he ordered. You shuddered at his tone, but you were also more than ready and willing to listen to him. He smirked as he helped you removed your drenched panties, amused by the needy state you were already in this early in the morning. He helped steadied you on top of him, helped you aligned yourself to him, and then in one fluid motion—
“Fuck…” Sylus threw his head back, groaning, as you eagerly sank down on his fat cock. He looked back at you, grinning at the sight of your aroused face taking him in so deeply. “If I’d known being pregnant would make you this insatiable, I would have knocked you up sooner, sweetie.”
You mewled happily when his large hand touched your round belly, rubbing it in slow circles.
“Look at you,” he crooned, leaning up and leading your lips to his. He nibbled on your bottom lip, his voice a soft murmur, “So sweet for me.”
You gasped as he reached out and pulled down the strap of your nightgown, exposing your breast. They had grown considerably throughout your pregnancy, the areolas had darkened, and your breasts felt very heavy with milk for the baby still in your womb. As you rode him, your breasts bounced heavily, the sight turning him on more and more.
You moaned as his hands groped you, his voice heavy with arousal, “Gonna keep you like this…”
You let out a shuddering gasp when he thrusted up, your hands instantly steadying yourself on his chest. You looked into his eyes as he rubbed your belly again.
“Sylus—”
You closed your eyes, gasping and panting as his mouth took in your sensitive nipple. A lick, a tease, and you could already feel it firming up as he sucked eagerly while his hands roamed your body, every touch of his making your skin burned hot. As the morning wore on, you couldn’t help but think how wonderful it would be when your milk would come in and he would have a taste as well.
You couldn’t wait.
“For the last time, Sylus, we are not buying everything in the catalog!”
“Why not? I can afford it.”
“I know you can afford it, but I don’t need all of these items. The baby doesn’t need all of these items!”
“Sweetie, I am only making sure you and my daughter will want for nothing.”
“Thoughtful, if not ill-conceived.”
“How heartless. You do not appreciate my generosity enough.”
“I will once you explain the crow-themed nursery you had Luke and Kieran planning.”
“A compromise since you will not allow me to make a mechanical crow for her.”
“Incorrigible.”
Sylus had always loved spoiling you, be it with material items, praises, or his affections. It was his sole belief that you deserved to be lavished, to be gifted and spoiled with the luxuries of the world, and within the bedroom, he made sure you were worshiped in other ways. Your every whim was his to answer, and he did so willingly, devotedly, and ardently.
The bedroom lights dimmed, and a record played soft, sensual music in the room.
You found yourself standing bent over his bed, large belly hanging low as he approached you from behind. Large calloused hands held your widened hips, fingers pressing into the soft flesh and already drawing out your fluttering gasps as you trembled with anticipation, already shamelessly imagining that deliciously large, thick cock of his penetrating you so deeply, in ways no other man could ever compare.
He lifted your right leg, holding it higher at hip level to give him an even better access to your soaked pussy.
“You’re so beautiful…and all mine…”
You moaned into the mattress as you felt him easing in.
“Doing alright?” he questioned, showing a moment of hesitancy as he tried to gauge your reaction.
“Yes…yes…Sylus…more…”
He smirked and continued, filling you just the way you wanted.
“I just want to keep you like this…” he murmured, sounding more like he was speaking to himself than you.
Heavy with my child…
Want to keep you bred.
Knock you up over and over and over again…
“Oh, Sylus, you’re being so rough!”
He startled, snapping out of his thoughts. He slowed his movements before bending over and kissing your shoulder apologetically. “I’m sorry, do you want me to stop?”
You shook your head slowly.
“Are you sure?”
“I want you…please?”
He smiled and kissed your cheek. “How can I resist my dear hunter’s sweet request?”
As he began moving again, your fingers curled around the bedsheets, little moans escaped. Unwittingly, you mumbled into the sheets, your words reaching his ears, “More…want…to give you more…”
“What?”
You whined when he stilled. “Sylus…please…”
“What were you…saying?”
Your hand reached around your large belly, rubbing it provocatively. Sylus felt like he had stopped breathing. The very suggestion, the mere idea that you were already hinting that you would let him impregnate you again made him more aroused than he already was.
Sylus breathed in sharply, fingers pressing deeper into your hips.
He smirked.
He drove into you, fast and unforgiving, panting hard with a pleased grin on his face as you buried your face into the mattress, fingers gripping the bedsheets tighter as you cried out his name again and again.
“Are you going to let me fuck you like this again?” he asked.
“Yes, yes, yes!”
“Gonna let me put another baby in you after this one?”
“Yes, Sylus, yes!”
He groaned and buried himself deep inside you, his body loomed over yours, his sinfully deep voice close to your ear now. You shivered as he whispered into your ear, “Do you like being pregnant with my baby, sweetie?”
You moaned when his hand felt your large belly, rubbing it all over possessively.
“Answer me,” he demanded.
“Yes…”
“Yes, what?”
“Yes…I love being pregnant with your baby!” you cried out, voice growing more desperate to his delight as you found yourself unable to stop the words from leaving your lips. “I want to have more of your babies, Sylus! Want to give you as many babies as you want—”
You screamed into the mattress as he picked up his pace again, taking you harder than before. Your tantalizing words seemed to only have spurred him on, his crimson eyes gleaming brightly while a smug smile graced his handsome face. You gasped and moaned, whimpering to him, “Ohhh…Sylus…! Gonna cum…ah…gonna cum, Sylus…!”
He groaned as he felt your walls tightened around him. He panted, his hands rubbing your hips soothingly as he husked, his own breathing uneven as he felt he was close to finishing as well, “C-cum for me, sweetie. Cum on my cock—”
He stilled, his head thrown back with a deep groan as he felt you coming undone, your euphoric cries music to his ears. With a few more hard, deep thrusts, his own climax came, and you felt him filling you with ropes after ropes of his cum. You felt so full.
He leaned over you, his body heavy on yours. You felt his warm kisses along your neck, his divinely rich voice so close to your ear. “You love being pregnant with my baby…you want more of my babies…”
“Uh huh…” you answered back breathlessly with a smile.
“Fuck’s sake,” he groaned at the sight of your suggestive, mischievous smile. “I’m gonna lose my fucking mind.”
He smirked and grabbed your chin, guiding your sweet lips to his. “When did I become so lucky?”
He pulled out with a groan, chuckling at the lewd sight of his cum dripping obscenely out of you and down your legs. He gathered you into his arms, smiling as you snuggled closer to him, tired but also immensely satisfied. You felt him laying you down in bed, settling in next to you and holding you close to his own body. Sylus watched over you as you rested next to him, his eyes fixated fondly on your sleepy face while his hand rubbed your belly soothingly to calm your restless baby in your womb.
“She’s moving so much tonight,” he murmured, bemused.
“Can you blame her?” you answered, eyes still closed, but your hand rested over Sylus’, guiding him to where you felt the most movements.
He chuckled. “Fair point,” he conceded. He leaned down and kissed your belly, whispering sweet words to your daughter, his voice holding so much love and devotion for the baby you two made together.
You opened your eyes, smiling at the sight of him caressing your belly adoringly. You had never thought there would be a moment like this in your life, never dared to dream of a love as sweet and pure as this. You wondered if you had traded all of the good luck in your lifetime for this man and the life you were both embarking on together.
“Do…do you want more?” you asked suddenly, voice tentative, almost fearful.
Sylus seemed to stop breathing for a moment.
“More…children,” you clarified.
He exhaled, and laughed. He settled more comfortably in bed, pulling you into his embrace, his hand already stroking your hair gently, already easing your worries. You relaxed under his tender ministration, eyes closing as you listened to his voice:
“Hearing the pitter-patters of little feet in this large house…why, that might be my new dream…”
You hummed in agreement before a yawn escaped. Sylus smiled.
“Shall I tell you a story, sweetie?”
“Mmhmm…”
“There once was a lonely old crow,” he began, gentle eyes gazing down at your sleepy face, “He lived only for himself…until he found a kitten…”
“A kitten?” you mumbled drowsily; eyes still closed. You yawned again and snuggled closer to Sylus. You sighed contentedly when you felt his hand stroking your head. His presence was so warm, so protective and loving, you felt like you could sleep and dream forever in his arms.
Sylus paused, hearing soft snoring. He looked down and saw that you had already fallen asleep. He stroked your hair, wrapping strands around his finger.
“They’ll live happily ever after together,” he promised.
Sylus had never cared for sunlight.
He had traversed in darkness and made himself ruler of a city shrouded in never-ending darkness. He lived within the shadows and only knew of this isolating world—of this existence.
Until he met you.
He had crossed over to your world, stepped into the light, into the warmth of the sun. Even though he still found the light unpleasant, he was willing to bear it all just to be near you. To see the joy on your face as you walked under the sun again after so long was a sight to see.
You always did make the sun more bearable, he thought, feeling your hand slipping out of his. You walked on unaware while Sylus fell behind, admiring the beauty in front of him.
Bathed in daylight, Sylus saw a blinding vision, a bright future with you in his life, by his side steadfastly. He knew he had stolen a piece of Heaven, already prepared and willing to pay the heavy price to keep what he had coveted.
“Will you be my wife?” he asked suddenly and you paused in your steps, realizing he had fallen behind. You turned and looked at him, cheeks tinged a pretty shade of pink, unsure if you had misheard him or not. “What did you say?”
He chuckled and shook his head in amusement at your coy look. He walked toward you slowly, but his long legs easily closed the distance between the two of you in no time. “Make an honest man out of me,” he said. Gentle crimson eyes peered down at you full of resolve and love. His hand caressed your cheek lightly, his voice soft and sultry, “Be my bride?”
“But…I’m pregnant,” you reminded him feebly, not noticing his confused look. You lowered your eyes to the ground, but truly all you could see was your large, round belly. It had been a while since you last saw your feet. You were all too aware of Sylus’ eyes on you, feeling your heart pounding in your chest as you replayed his earnest words in your mind. You continued meekly, “I’ll look fat in a wedding gown…”
He laughed. Sylus leaned down and pressed a kiss to your cheek. “You’re not fat,” he said sternly, “You’d look gorgeous even with this belly—why, I might enjoy it even more.”
You huffed doubtfully. You continued to avert gazes with him, but you could still feel the warmth of where his lips were on your cheek. Your heart continued to race and you could feel the baby in your belly growing more active, possibly sensing your tumultuous emotions. You unconsciously cradled your belly, rubbing soothing circles.
Sylus noticed and he smirked, tilting his head in amusement. He tipped your chin up, his lips mere centimeters from yours. “I want everyone to know that you and this baby are mine.”
“Sylus…”
“Sweetheart, it was always you,” he said, “There is no one else.”
He pecked your lips, so light and fleeting, you yearned for more. Your eyes rested on Sylus, his entire being engraved into your memories, into your heart, into your soul. When you looked into his beautiful eyes, you could see forever. There was only one answer you could give him.
“How about it?” he murmured, his deep voice was like honey to your ears, so sweet and sensual in the way he uttered just those three simple words. “Marry me?”
You smiled. “Guess this is forever…”
In mere seconds, you were enveloped in his warmth, his eyes seeing only you, only the life that was about to unfold.
“When did my luck change?” Sylus wondered aloud, stealing kisses after kisses from you.
When indeed…
The pieces of your lives fell into place, this picture of paradise becoming clearer with each passing moment. It was yours to keep, yours to hold.
to: my true love
[Sylus/Reader ★ 1680 words ★ Masterlist ★ Series Index ★ AO3]
Sylus receives a special surprise in his study.
A/N: The Sagittarius in me told me to do something impulsive again, and I lowkey already regret it lol So…a mini series of twelve days of Christmas/winter-themed standalone ficlets with all four LIs (3 mini stories for each; no Caleb, sorry, I want to wait until I’m more familiar with his character before I write him). This lowkey may be me trying to find joy in Christmas again lol ヾ(✿˶◡‿◡)ゞ
Tag list: @miudle @alfredosaws @nezukoo-channn @voidsylus @rose-tinted-kalopsia 【 request to be added 】
You were going to kill Luke and Kieran, you decided decisively, as you stood outside Sylus’ study, your hand wrapped around the doorknob, trembling uncontrollably and filled with anxiety worse than any other instances in your life.
A bet was a bet.
And you lost.
Tremendously.
They must have cheated, you thought, positive that those no-good tricksters definitely rigged the card game. Of course, you knew you were also a complete dumbass for ever having faith that residents of the N109 Zone would ever play fair in anything.
You were still going to kill them.
Knock-knock.
Your fragile heart practically burst out of your chest when you heard the knocking. Immediately, your head whipped up, completely mortified to see Luke looming over you and cheerfully rapping against the door with the back of his hand while you were silently fuming just seconds ago. Even though he was wearing his mask, you were positive he was sporting the most nefarious smirk ever.
“Come in,” Sylus’ calm, deep voice called out.
You gasped, feeling a hand over yours. You looked to your other side just as Kieran ‘helped’ you opened the door, and before you knew it, both twins gleefully shoved you into Sylus’ study before slamming the door shut. You stumbled forward, barely catching your balance before you realized what had happened.
“Who is it—”
Sylus looked up and paused. His expression didn’t appear to change, staying neutral just as always, but perhaps someone with a keener eyesight would notice the gleam of intrigue in his scarlet eyes the moment he had laid his sight on you.
You kept your eyes lowered as you stood in Sylus’ study, dressed in a bright red sleeveless Christmas dress with white fur trimming that lined around the bottom of the skirt and over your bust. Around your middle was a thick black belt and atop your head was a matching Santa Claus hat, its end dangling over your downcast face. You stared down at the black knee-high boots you wore, feeling completely mortified. You could practically feel your soul leaving your body as you felt Sylus’ intense stare on you.
“J-Jinglegram,” you greeted meekly.
You flinched when you heard Sylus’ amused chuckles.
“I-I see,” he responded, a hint of bafflement heard in his tone, but overall, he seemed delighted.
You, on the other hand, wanted to die. Preferably instantly.
Sylus cleared his throat, his voice sounding extra cordial than normal. “So…what is a ‘jinglegram’?”
You whimpered pathetically, nearly glowering when you could have sworn you heard the bastard twins snickering outside the room. Clearing your throat, you started to sing very stiffy: “On…the first day of…Christmas…my true love gave to me…”
You peeked up and you felt your face had instantly turned crimson. Sylus was leaning against the armrest of his chair, his fist held over his mouth as if he was stifling his laughter, but his eyes betrayed his amusement. They were practically sparkling with delight.
“…a partridge in a pear tree…” you finished glumly.
He clapped, seemingly encouraging you to continue. You felt a horrendous knot in your stomach, but you soldiered on.
“On the second day of Christmas…my true love—”
You fumbled, catching Sylus’ eyes brightening even more as you sang this one particular verse.
“…gave to me, two turtle doves,” Sylus helped you with his unique singing voice.
“…And a partridge in a pear tree,” you both finished together in a cacophony of mismatched notes and melody.
You winced, unsure if it was because of how mortified you were, or of how the lack of harmony between the two of you could easily be used as a form of torture. Not caring to find out, you quickly whirled around, intending on bolting right out of Sylus’ study and seeking a hole you could throw yourself into and just die in peace.
But Sylus had other plans.
“Not so fast, Miss Hunter.”
Dark red and black misty tendrils coiled around your waist and lifted you into the air with ease. You squeaked in shock as you were carried across the room and before you knew it, you landed with an undignified “oof” in Sylus’ lap.
Your hat fell, covering your eyes, but before you could react, Sylus had already helped you readjusted it. You looked up timidly, seeing his face full of joy. The way he was laughing and smiling almost reminded you of the night he and you had set free that little white dove he had cared for.
“So cute,” he murmured, almost as if he was speaking to himself, and you blushed. His thumb glided over your shiny red-glossed plump lips, admiring the way they trembled, almost as if they were beckoning him to steal a kiss or two, but he restrained himself. He continued in his soft, steady tone, “What have I done to receive this charming…‘jinglegram’?”
“Um…nothing…” you mumbled, feeling the heat spreading from your cheeks to the rest of your body. You squirmed a little, but Sylus held you firmly in place, not allowing you to leave his lap for even an inch. You looked down, seeing how one of his hands was absently caressing your thigh. You continued miserably, “…I lost a bet.”
“A bet?”
“To Luke and Kieran.”
“Ah.” Everything seemed to click into place, and Sylus leaned forward, burying his face into your hair as he laughed. “Perhaps I should give those two a Christmas bonus…”
You frowned. Pulling away, you turned to look at him, your faces just mere inches apart. “Do criminal organizations do Christmas bonuses?”
Sylus shook his head. “Of course not, sweetie,” he answered, “But…I think this warrant some sort of…rewards for them.”
“Rewards? For humiliating me?” you demanded, irate.
You gasped as Sylus lifted your chin lightly and kissed you deeply, his earlier self-control forgotten. He chuckled when you unconsciously gave in, returning his kiss with equal passion. He parted, but he pecked another kiss to your cheek. “Are you humiliated? But you look absolutely adorable in this outfit.”
Your face felt hotter. “You’re enjoying this way too much,” you griped.
“Mmhmm,” he hummed in agreement, unashamed. “Now…isn’t…‘Mrs. Claus’ here missing a ‘Mr. Claus’?”
Your stomach lurched at the implications in his teasing words. You covered your face with both hands. “No…no…no…we are not doing this!”
You felt the hat on your head yanked off. You looked up and saw Sylus had donned the hat he had just swiped from you. Plastered across his stupidly handsome face was the most insufferable smirk ever. He was completely enthralled by this entire ludicrous situation. You were definitely going to kill Luke and Kieran.
“Now if I recall,” he began, his tone light and playful, “the song is far from over. We still have quite a few verses to get through, don’t we, sweetie?”
You gaped, not quite registering his words just now.
He…looked really good with this hat on his head. Very cute. Very, very cute.
Maybe with a matching bright red coat that would be fitted to his deliciously toned body, and a pair of pants that would highlight his juicy ass, he could pull off that look. Would...would Sylus be willing to have a bit of a stubble, you wondered, already imagining him with one, and his face nuzzling against you, feeling the prickly hair against your smooth, soft skin, and oh shit—
You were doing a horrendous job of hiding your feelings today, because Sylus immediately noticed your reaction, his teasing growing increasingly merciless.
“Now, sweetie, have you been a… ‘good girl’ this year?”
You flustered. “What are you—”
“Since you’re already sitting on my lap,” he said suggestively, “don’t you want to tell… ‘Santa’ what you want for this year?”
“You are such a prick.”
Sylus laughed. “Naughty, naughty,” he chided, giving your thigh a light smack and making you yelped in surprise.
“We are not doing this, Sylus!” you protested, face redder than your dress.
He shrugged and leaned back in his seat with a defeated sigh. “Very well,” he conceded, a hint of disappointment heard in his tone. He smiled at you half-heartedly before speaking, “You really are a good girl, aren’t you, Miss Hunter?”
You knew he had meant it genuinely this time, but you couldn’t help but felt something when he had called you a ‘good girl’. This was getting out of hand. Was this what those no-good twins wanted to happen? For you to be down bad for their boss. What on earth was their endgame—
Sylus was humming the earlier Christmas song again, the sound cutting your raving thoughts to a grinding halt. He smiled at you pleasantly, apparently unaware of your inner turmoil.
“On the third day of Christmas,” he ‘sang,’ his jovial tone hinting for you to join him. There was a noticeable pause, and Sylus gave you a gentle nod, silently encouraging you to pick up where he had left off.
You smiled helplessly, his genuine happiness spreading to you. “…my true love gave to me,” you continued.
“Three French hens / Two turtle doves,” you both sang together, half-laughing, before finishing strongly, “And a partridge in a pear tree!”
You slumped against him, giggling and forgetting your earlier embarrassment. Sylus’ arms tightened around your waist, pulling you closer to his body, the familiar, comforting warmth calming you instantly. You gazed up at him, an idea forming in your head.
“Sylus?”
“Hmm?” He peered down at you, his eyes meeting yours, and his smile soft and sweet.
“We should give the twins a fruitcake,” you said, smiling wickedly, elaborating, “For their ‘Christmas reward’.”
“Two fruitcakes,” he corrected you with a knowing smirk, “One for each mischievous twin.”
You leaned up and kissed him, “Ah, my ‘true love’ is correct.”
He stifled a chuckle, his face buried in your hair again, as he husked, “Then are you my Christmas present for this year?”
“I’m yours for always.”
“How cute,” he whispered, tightening his hold on you, and you stayed like that, humming the rest of the song softly as you enjoyed each other’s presence.
This reminds me of the fanfic from tenneyshoes Sparks chapter 5; Joining the Pack. So beautiful. And I’m pretty sure everyone has had HC about Kurama and Hinata meeting. So nice to see.
He loved that Loki felt safe enough. He loved that Loki trusted him.
He loved Loki opening her body. Her legs.
He loved plunging his tongue into Loki, lapping up her wetness! He loved the way her thighs would close around his head when she came, the way she’d gasp and moan and pull his hair before that. He loved how much she loved him using his mouth, far more than she did when she was a man. He loved her taste!
Loki grunted sleepily as Thor kissed down her body, glowing in morning sun. “Mmh. I’m bleeding now, you can’t.”
Bleeding. Yes, Thor could catch the thick, musty scent of her menstrual blood! And despite what she’d said, Loki’s legs opened eagerly for him.
Thor suckled her clit, and made her buck, but didn’t give it the attention it really deserved. He was fascinated by that menstrual scent, and his tongue slicked lower, exploring, seeking it out.
She had a cup inside her, to catch her blood, an intimate detail that had strangely excited Thor to know. But still, traces of it seemed to have escaped, and subtly changed her flavor. Thor hungrily explored every crevice.
Loki moaned, and started combing her fingers through his hair. “Thor….”
He pushed his tongue cautiously into her, seeking her flavor, and found the tapered tip of her cup. He groaned in delight, and explored it with his tongue, finding the little stem that must be used to pull it out, and feeling how pliant it was, how it gave against his push.
Loki was making soft noises with every quickened breath, as if caught between excitement and scandal.
Any Asgardian man had a fascination with fertility. They controlled themselves, they were not animals! Given their long lives, actually having children was rare! But any woman suspected of being in a breeding mode drew male admirers. Stories of getting woman pregnant were popular entertainment, shared with discretion. Signs of fertility were a thrill to any man. And on top of that, Thor was a god of fertility.
This warm, thick blood was proof of Loki’s fertility. Proof she could carry life.
It was the sweetest, most irresistible, draw!
He wanted more of it. More than these faint traces, this enticing scent! His tongue pushed deeper, trying to find a way to pull the little cup free.
“Ah! Ah, Thor, careful!”
He groaned his pleasure, and wrapped his arms around Loki’s legs, under her thighs, pulling her into a better position. He tried to wiggle the thing free.
“Oh! Oh, fuck, Thor, what- What are you doing!?” Loki’s hand in his hair had clenched into a fist, keeping him from pulling away. Her other hand was scraping at the sheets. Her hips were pushing up, thrusting against him. “Thor, what- Ah! That feels so strange….”
He wiggled and pulled and even sucked until he could get the stem with his teeth. Then he grinned triumphantly, and pulled the cup out.
Thick, viscous red spilled across Loki, splattered her inner thighs, caught in her aroused folds. Loki cried out in shock, and her ankles flew around his back, trapping him to her, urging him closer, but Thor needed no urging! He lunged forward, devouring this vital mess, this life fluid that was so much more than blood!
“Thor! Oh fuck, oh Valhalla, THOR!”
Thor was eating into her as never before, slurping up thick strands of red, digging his tongue into her after every trace, licking and sucking her clean! He wished his tongue was longer, so he might reach up into her, and lick out every drop!
Loki’s thighs tightened around him as her back arched, as she gasped and came, passage convulsing around his tongue, thighs squeezing around his ears. “Thor! Ah, Thor!”
Thor kept lapping at her, until he was certain he had every bit.
“Oh….”
He looked up at her, grinning predatorily. He felt glutted; satiated in a way he hadn’t known he could feel.
Loki stared at him, eyes wide, still panting for breath; taking in his delighted, primal smile, and his blood-streaked beard.
“Oh….” She stroked his hair, as if unable not to touch. “Oh…. My god of thunder. My Fertility God.”
Yes! Yes, and he would feed on this offering from Loki’s body!
Loki’s head fell back, and she seemed to luxuriate in what they had done. What they were. Creatures of power. Gods.
“My brother.” she murmured.
Thor bent to kiss her flesh, in worship, and murmured against her skin. “Mine.”
Everyone stop what you're doing and look at this pannel !!! How hot is this! I mean a fic about akatsuki Hinata and cocky Naruto would be absolute gold ! 💜🧡💜🧡💜🧡💜🧡
If there is already one out there please let me know 😍😍
warnings: breeding kink, unprotected sex, biting, smuttiness, possessiveness, Uchiha smutty goodness. a/n: This is inspired by @beneathstarryskies trying out a new format, so I had to try it out for myself. Part 1 of 2. Contains Shisui, Sasuke and Obito.
Shisui
Shisui never realized just how badly he needed to breed you until he came inside of you for the first time.
It was a mutual thing. It became the norm every time he fucked you. But the more you did it, the more he wanted you pregnant.
Shisui is loving and thorough, but he can be quite rough and passionate. It’s just within his nature.
“That’s my good girl.” Shisui pants as he pounds himself into you.
You don’t remember how many times you’ve actually cum. Tears are streaming down your face as you try to catch your breath. Shisui chuckles softly and he presses a kiss to your chapped lips. That fucked out look in your eyes makes his cock throb., and he has to look away before he blows his load too quickly. His face burrows in the crook of your neck. Those fast thrusts continue, filling the room with your skin slapping.
“If only you knew what you did to me. You know how crazy this little pussy makes me? Do you know that you’ve made me addicted to this?”
You whine and nod your head, but then you aren’t really sure you know what he’s talking about. Shisui bites down on the junction between your neck and your shoulder. It’s what sends you over the edge once more, and milks him dry.
Shisui is still shuddering minutes after his orgasm. And it doesn’t take long for his cock to get hard again.
Sasuke
Sasuke doesn’t want to admit how badly he wants to breed you. It’s just not really in his nature to talk about this.
The thought alone of this one act drives him insane. It’s just overwhelming. It makes him want to always be balls deep inside of you.
He gets feral. He needs the stimulation. He craves being that close to you. If you had a baby with him, it would be the ultimate act of your devotion to him.
“Shhh, take another load for me.” Sasuke mumbles, kissing you frantically.
You’ve been on this mattress for hours now. The air is so hot and thick. Your mouth is so dry, and your voice so hoarse. But Sasuke has so much more to give you. He needs this so badly. It feels like it’s been forever. He hates how much he’s been avoiding this. All to keep you out of his feelings. Sasuke wishes he could just be honest with himself sometimes. But it is so thrilling for him to be able to have you like this.
His cock pistons into you over and over, making you gasp and whimper. It’s too much. His thick head keeps bullying your poor sweet spot. His pubic bone brushes against your swollen clit with every thrust. You hear him chuckle darkly from time to time, and you know he’s just torturing you. Sasuke could have you cum a million times and it still wouldn’t be enough. There’s nothing better than your tight little walls trying to swallow his cock whole.
“Going to fuck a baby into you. You’d love that wouldn’t you?” Sasuke grunts as your walls pulse around him. “You’ll have no choice but to stay by my side.”
Obito
Obito didn’t even think he’d get the chance to love again, let alone the chance to have sex. It opened his mind to new possibilities.
You’re meant to be his little assistant in the Akatsuki, but really you are just a cocksleeve and Obito enjoys that a lot.
He doesn’t care if you’re only meant to be a stress reliever, he’s fallen for you so hard. He’s going to do all he can to get you pregnant.
“Obito, please. Slow down.” You plead but it falls on deaf ears. Obito is much too invested in his own pleasure at the moment.
He’s already made you cum. Now it’s his turn. He feels so fucking greedy when he just uses your little hole for his own pleasure. But Obito knows he’s not a selfish lover. He’ll make sure you get yours. And boy, did you ever. Obito will have you shuddering and shaking, but now that it’s his turn to cum, he just wants to rut into you over and over. He wants your little walls to squeeze his cock so tight. It’s all he thinks about when he’s not around you.
“Don’t be a brat. I want to cum now,” Obito says, and he thrusts into you harder. You cry out, your nails digging into his back.
His hips snap so quickly, you can barely catch your breath. His large hands hold tightly onto your hips, pulling you closer with every thrust. He’s never been so deep inside of you before. Something has just snapped deep inside of him. He’s going to get you pregnant this time. He has to. He wants it more than anything. He’ll think he’s an absolute failure and disappointment to his clan. This is the one thing he can do to prove he’s a true Uchiha.
“Fuck yes! I’m gonna fill you up!” He growls, and with a loud roar, he spills his seed deep inside of you.
If this doesn’t take hold, it’ll just turn into a longer round the next time.
why is it that when hosea constantly calls arthur dumb it's taken as lighthearted ribbing, fun times and jokes between friends (something that i myself believe to be the case), but when it's dutch doing the ribbing, people call it maipulative and evil?
like, i'm genuinly curious, please explain it to me. feel free to jump into my im's, i would like to know.
because i always see people refer to hosea calling arthur dumb as jokes and fun even though he's the character who does it most freqently. and like, i agree that it probably is just jokes, but i don't understand how you can then turn around and say that the few times dutch jokes about arthur being dumb are in fact manipulative and a way to try and crush arthur's self esteem.
maybe i could believe it if we never saw dutch and arthur ribbing each other, thereby making it clear that harsh jokes between them only go one way, but that's just not the case. there are multiple low stakes missions or moments where they joke around with each other and throw insults in an endearing sort of way.
and like, chapter six would be the one chapter where i would assume dutch would call arthur dumb a lot, but i can't honestly think of a single scene where he does that. confused? sure. weak because of his sickness? yes, and i want to strangle him for it. a traitor? yeah, that's dutch's whole shtick in chapter six. but i don't recall him calling arthur dumb. and i guess i've just always assumed that it's because calling arthur dumb was just part of both hosea's and dutch's way of lightly ribbing on him.
Perhaps this don’t make sense either, but in my perspective, I find Hosea saying such things about Arthur 100% loving, caring, and doting, because the type of character the ol’ man is. He cares for the entirety of the camp, all the diverse people that is in camp is his family, except for Micah he’s an ah-hole, and Bill is a bit wishy-washy too. I understand he could have been harsh on a few of the members, but as he grew older and started to know them, he loved each and every one of them.
Now Dutch... I lived with family members who I thought deserved to be on such a pedestal of high esteem, unfortunately shit kicked me in the ass so hard and bad things happened. Lol. The reason I believe Dutch is truly manipulative and all-round a bully to Arthur is because the man knows how to weaken Arthur. Give him a bit of loving care, attention, and you’ll have the man do any bidding you want. Tell the man he’s stupid, a fool, you’re a disappointment, and he’ll never crawl away from the ground you walk on.
Dutch is abusive, a bully, and a mean man. He had ulterior motives. He was a liar. He was never going to give up on the chase. He liked having pawns who would listen and hang onto all his words and die in his place. Dutch liked the thought of being KING and his “family” being peasants.
“we’re enemies, and we hate each other, but somehow, i end up with a knife against my throat, and for a second, our eyes meet, and it's only the two of us, and from this point on forward, everything changes, and i find myself longing after your lips”
- naruhina enemies to lovers
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WARNING: THIS STORY CONTAINS DISCUSSIONS OF DEATH, MURDER, AND BLOOD. READER DISCRETION IS ADVISED.
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Chapter 1, Silhouette.
Assassins. For a decade, they terrorized the small kingdom of Konoha. No one had ever seen their leader. Terrorists . . . Thieves . . . Killers . . . All united. We called them, The Akatsuki. And that night, they claimed another victim.
“Anko Mitarashi has been assassinated. Her apartment is located at 101st Will Of Fire avenue, Lieutenant Tenten and Sergeant Lee should already be at the crime site,” Captain Hatake explained through the phone. Loud footsteps could be heard through the call. “We’re sending in Detective Uchiha to analyze the scene shortly.”
A short beep followed as the phone call ended, the young female sighed and reached for her mask. Putting it on, she also pulled on her navy colored jacket and rushed out the door.
It was a chilly night. The badge on her jacket glistened in the moonlight, the letters KPD flashed. Konoha Police Department.
Hinata reached 101st Will Of Fire avenue in under 5 minutes and caught sight of her two other companions. “Lee! Tenten!” She waved to get their attention as the Hyuga made her way to them.
“Officer Hyuga! We were just making our way into Ms. Mitarashi’s apartment. Her neighbor called to let us know of her murder,” Lee adjusted his mask. “I was told the culprit escaped. I will let myself in now, the detectives should arrive soon.”
Several other officers followed Lee into the apartment of Anko Mitarashi.
“Do you think . . . that The Akatsuki decided to strike again?” Tenten turned towards Hinata with a troubled look on her face.
“Maybe,” Hinata sighed. “Last time they decapitated King Hashirama and mailed his head to Princess Tsunade.”
A loud BAM suddenly echoed throughout the streets. Hinata’s blood ran cold as she froze. A gun shot.
“Hinata- it came from there,” Tenten pointed towards the houses near Senju Park. Several officers came out of Mitarashi’s apartment and immediately started going in the direction where the sound came from. “SOMEONE MIGHT STILL BE ALIVE! CHECK THE HOUSES!”
Hinata’s pale orbs glance at the rooftops, for a second she sees a blurred silhouette. It was so quick she thought she must’ve been so sleep deprived, she started seeing things. She had to follow that silhouette, quick.
Could it be . . . an Akatsuki?
“Tenten, you go on ahead. I gotta check something out.” With that, Hinata climbed on top of a building and started chasing down the distant silhouette of a man.
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“Ma’am, please calm down. You need to take deep breaths,” Sergeant Lee said, trying his best to calm down the panicking middle aged woman. “We get that it’s a very traumatic experience for you. Which is why we need you to tell us everything that happened, we’ll get to the bottom of this. I promise. If we don’t, then I will do 100 laps around the entire kingdom!”
“I don’t know,” the woman sobbed. “All I heard was a shattering scream and w-when I went to knock on her door to ask if e-everything was okay, I saw blood coming from under her door. I called the cops right a-away.”
“The other officers looked in her apartment and it seems she has disappeared. The detectives should be here to analyze the scene.”
Speaking of which, where are the damn detectives!? It shouldn’t take that long to come.
The woman continued to sob anyway. Fat tears were rolling down her cheeks and her mascara was ruined.
A dark haired male entered the room with several other officers behind him. Finally.
“Detective Uchiha, the room is next doors.” Lee walked towards the room, Sasuke followed closely behind.
The once magnificent white carpets were now doused with red blood. The room had a terrible stench, but everything else was left completely untouched.
“The assassin took the victim with him somewhere,” Sasuke glanced all around the apartment, taking everything in. “My team and I will figure it out.”
His onyx orbs zeroed in on a single white petal of a chrysanthemum in the middle of a pool of blood. “I think we have a lead on who the assassin might have been.”
The detective crouched down to pick up the petal, careful not to get any of the blood on himself. “The Beast struck again.”
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Gun in hand, Hinata jumped from rooftop to rooftop, her ponytail swished from side to side. His hair was blonde, like the color of sand.
Shit, he’s actually fast.
They’re game of tag continued, until the blonde suddenly stopped at the edge of a building.
The Hyuga halted, and took a moment to gaze at his features. His cheeks had three horizontal scar-like marks on them, they looked like whiskers. She couldn’t make out the color of his eyes due to the fact that his hair was covering them.
He looked . . . Surreal.
The man smirked at Hinata and jumped off the building. The pale eyed girl didn’t expect him to jump off. Without realizing, she reached out to grab his arm but she couldn’t catch him.
If he thinks I’ll just let him slip through my fingers that easily . . . He’s so unpredictable.
Hinata jumped off the building after him. Thankfully, the building wasn’t that tall, so they both landed on their feet and ran through the streets.
They came to a dead end, and the blonde had no where to go so he paused.
HAH! Dead-end! I’ve got you now.
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“CHECK UPSTAIRS, SOMEONE MIGHT BE THERE!” Lieutenant Tenten and one other officer, Tobi, ran up the stairs and broke through a locked door.
They immediately stopped. Blood surrounded the corpse of an old man.
“SHIT, HE’S DEAD.” Tenten widened her eyes at the sight.
“Oh, no. Surely he’s just sleeping. Can’t you see he’s trying to charm you with how drop-dead gorgeous he is?” Tobi remarked.
“Shut up, Tobi. It’s not a joke,” a petal of a white chrysanthemum catches her eye, blood was splattered on it. “This murder looks like . . .”
“Lieutenant . . . ?”
“It was him. He was here.”
“What?” Tobi looked panicked.
“HINATA! I HAVE TO STOP HER,” Tenten turns around and starts running out of the building. “SHE’LL GET KILLED.”
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He knew there was no where to go. Hinata smirked as she slowly cornered him, his back facing her.
He immediately started climbing the building next to them, but Hinata knew what he was going to do beforehand. She climbed up right after him and kicked his shoulder downwards so he couldn’t escape.
The man lost his grip and started to fall but made sure to grab the Hyuga’s ankle and take her down with him.
Something caught the Hyuga’s jacket during the fall, causing it to rip open.
Fuck, I didn’t think he would do that. Hinata cursed in her mind when she felt a sharp scrape against her arm where her jacket had ripped.
Blood. She could smell the blood. Sure enough, she saw it trickle down her arm.
Both bodies made a loud SLAM as they hit the cold, hard ground.
The gun had tumbled away from the female officer when they fell, but she failed to notice; she was too occupied trying to catch the assassin.
The blonde immediately jumped away from Hinata and dodged the punch that came his way. Crap, I dropped my gun earlier. He’ll kill me at this rate. She searched her pockets.
Seeing his chance, the male swung his leg. He aimed it at the female’s face. It wasn’t enough to harm her, but it was enough to kick the mask off her face.
Hinata swung her head and saw the dried blood on his gloves. She saw him grab his sword as he held it at her neck.
He hesitated.
Her eyes . . . they were mesmerizing. They were the lightest shade of lavender. They seemed to glow in the moonlight.
His eyes. She could finally make out the color of his eyes. Cerulean Blue. They looked much more radiant under the light the moon was shining upon them.
But he hesitated as soon as he saw her. She didn’t know why.
Why isn’t he moving? I was totally open.
He let her kick him to the ground and let his sword tumble away. He let her handcuff him. Her gun was close so she reached for it. “You have the right to remain silent. Anything you say can and will be used against you in the court of law,” she said.
“Don’t even bother,” his voice sounded soft but rough at the same time. Just hearing it made her heart flutter. Though so didn’t know why so she chose to ignore that feeling. “I’ll be gone before you can even read me my rights.” He turned his head and smirked at Hinata.
“You just committed murder, you filthy scumbag. You’re not getting off the hook anytime soon— that, you can be sure of.” She felt the cut on her neck burn as soon as the cold air blew.
“Oh, yeah? And what do you plan to do with a filthy scumbag like me?”
She held her gun at his head, “Whatever’s needed to deliver you into the arms of justice.”
“Ha! Darling, we both know you’re not going to shoot me,” the blonde chuckled once he felt the gun touch his forehead.
Hinata furrowed her eyebrows in annoyance. “I am a police officer. I’ve been trained to shoot when necessary. DON’T move.” She grabbed her walkie talkie from her back pocket and was about to signal the other officers, but she stopped.
“Well, officer, I’m an assassin and I know how to recognize murderous intentions when I see them. You, dearie, clearly won’t be able to pull that trigger.”
“SO YOU’RE WITH THE AKATSUKI!?” She shouted at him.
“No, of course not.” He lied. She could tell it was a lie. So she decided to go along with it.
“I see. Then you’re right about one thing; I don’t intend to kill you tonight,” Hinata paused. “I need you alive so I can force everything you know about The Akatsuki out of you, before you go rot in jail where you belong . . . So where’s your leader?”
“I have no idea what you’re talking about.”
“Cut the crap. I know exactly what you are.”
His laughter echoed throughout the quiet streets. “That’s quite egotistical of you! But I like your optimism!”
“Don’t worry, I’m not part of The Akatsuki,” he lied again. She was good at hearing lies. “But if I was, shouldn’t you be fleeing?”
“I think you’re the egotistical one. Two murders in one night? Right across the street from each other, and you’re leaving witnesses behind? The kingdom has seen worse criminals than amateurs like you.”
“Awww, was I really that bad?” He teased. “Damn, I really thought I had a good run going there!”
She wanted to wipe that stupid smile off his face so bad. “Facing justice might be the first good idea you’ve ever had,” she grumbled.
“Hmmm . . . Never really crossed my mind, actually. No one’s ever been able to catch me before.”
“Lying, again. Give it up, scum. You’ve been busted before, and you were again, tonight.” Hinata rolled her eyes, “But don’t worry, after you’re behind bars you’ll have all the time in the world to try to convince people you’re invincible.”
He laughed again. He seemed to be enjoying this. “You’ve got a ready tongue, officer. I like that.”
“Look, I don’t know who you think you are,” Hinata growled. “But I made a promise to find your leader and make him face justice. Whoever you think I am, you clearly have no idea what I’m capable of and how far I’m willing to go.”
“Oh?” He grins at her. “What’s this? You’re not doing this because of your occupational responsibility, huh?” A short silence followed when the blonde decided to break it, “I’m sure all of your fellow police officer buddies despise the leader, but not as much as you do. Your hatred . . . It’s personal. Revenge quest, right?”
Her eyes widened.
“So tell me, who died? Someone in your family? Someone you loved? A close friend, perhaps?” He listed. The more he talked the angrier Hinata became. A flashback of Neji’s dead body entered her mind as she gritted her teeth. “Is that why you became a police officer?”
Shit. She clicked a button on her walkie talkie, ignoring the blonde.
“You shouldn’t do that,” He interrupted.
“And why not?” Hinata retorted back.
“Because you and I share the same goal— to find the leader and destroy him,” What? “Face it, you policemen will never catch him. Even the assassins don’t know where or who he is. I’m no exception. But if you really want to keep your promise, I would be your best asset.”
“You really think I would associate with a bastard like you? You’re day dreaming.” But . . . I can see he’s not lying. So even the assassins don’t know who their leader is?
“As much as I know my own abilities, I know that I won’t be able to find him alone,” He looks her directly in her eyes. “I need an assistant who’s able to feed me information, ya’know?”
“WHAT!?” Hinata shouts. He really thinks I’ll partner up with him!? I swear, he’s a lunatic.
“You’re a police officer and I’m an assassin. If we pool our resources together, we might actually have a shot at finding the leader,” he explains. This guy is out of his mind. “What do you think, officer?”
“THERE’S NO WAY I WOULD ASSOCIATE WITH THE LIKES OF YOU!” She pushes the gun with a little more force on his head. “I’ve seen your kind kill women, elders, and children with no remorse. You’re the worst things of humanity . . . Actually, you aren’t even humans. You’re monsters.”
He frowned at the word monster, but he quickly disguised his pain with a chuckle so she wouldn’t notice.
“So you’re wasting your words, assassin. Save them for the judge,” she said.
“Ya’know, I noticed that you’re a tiny human lie detector. Not that you do much to hide it. So I’m pretty sure you know very well that I’m not lying right now. Here’s the deal; Since we want the same thing, we’d obviously both be better off combining our forces,” he made eye contact to make sure she was listening. “I can provide you with information on The Akatsuki’s operation that no police officer could ever get their hands on.”
“And . . . ?” Hinata questioned.
“You can give me the same information on the police department,” What kind of idiot does he take me for? “Plus, I’m sure your ‘intuition’ or whatever it is would come in handy. Even if it doesn’t always give you the right answers, at least we can cross off the wrong ones.” He grinned.
What? How did he figure out so easily? And he genuinely believes it? What is wrong with this guy? Hinata looks at him incredulously.
“I’m going to help you find the leader. And in exchange, you’re going to drop that gun and let me walk free.” Hinata didn’t drop the gun. “If you’re foolish enough to try to throw me in jail, you won’t get anything out of me. Besides, either way I’m going to escape.”
He moved his hands and the handcuffs rattled.
“You’re cuffed with a gun pointed at your head.” She pointed out the obvious.
“Aw, please! That’s insulting,” He chuckled. “I’m an assassin, darling. Do you really think some bars or handcuffs could stop me?” One second his hands were cuffed behind his back and the next, his hands were free.
Shit. “How did you—“
He slapped the gun out of her hand and grabbed his sword that was on the floor. He quickly twisted around and pinned Hinata to the ground underneath him, sword pointed at her neck.
“We are monsters,” she could see his whole face, the view was indeed very immaculate. She could see how perfect the shape of his face was, how his eyebrows were a slightly darker shade of blonde than his hair. Blood was splattered on his cheeks and his whiskers. His blue orbs were looking directly at her.
“I kill without hesitation . . .” Hinata released a breath she was holding in for so long. “And I have no regrets.”
He lied. He does have regrets, lots of them. “Rest assured that I wouldn’t hesitate to slit your pretty little throat, if you ever become a nuisance. It’s up to you.”
He got off of her and started walking away, “I’m off anyways. I’ll give you 24 hours to think over it. If you’re interested, meet me at the bridge at midnight tomorrow. Don’t be late, sleep well.”
She couldn’t see him anymore, so she got up from the ground and clicked a button on her walkie talkie, “Officer Hyuga here. I have lost the target.”
She stood there for a while, processing everything. You could have killed me, but you hesitated. And I didn’t know why. If only I did . . . Everything would have been different.
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There were ambulances, a lot of them. The red flashing lights didn’t make the streets look so dark anymore.
Hinata applied pressure to her arm where it was injured when she spotted Tenten, Lee, and Tobi.
Tenten seemed to have noticed her because she started running towards Hinata and hugged her. “HINATA! ARE YOU OKAY? ARE YOU HURT?”
“Of course I’m okay, why’re you so worried?” Hinata laughed softly.
“You were gone for so long I was about to send someone to look for you— what happened?” Lee asked, walking over to them.
“He got away, I thought I had him but I wasn’t able to hold him.”
“Had him? So you caught up to— WAIT YOU’RE BLEEDING!” Tenten released her from the hug when she noticed Hinata’s arm and neck.
“Your power of youth never fails to amaze me! A little cut is nothing!” Lee adds enthusiastically.
“He escaped.”
“What’s surprising is that you escaped him,” Tenten says.
“Could you describe him?” Lee asked.
“Male, tall. Slim but strong, black long coat with a red cloud. Probably in his twenties. The only weapon I saw was a sword.” Hinata had realized she left her mask behind.
“Great! Captain Hatake is at the crime site waiting for you to report. First, let’s bandage you up.”
“I’m fine, really. Let’s just go, I have to give my report,” Hinata says as she begins walking to the houses near Senju Park where more ambulances were parked.
“You always push yourself too far, I’ll help you. Wait a sec,” Tenten grabbed Hinata’s wrist.
“Stop, are you crazy!? With your skills, you’re more likely to kill her instead,” Tobi interjected.
“What did you just say, you twat!?” Tenten pulled his hair.
“Last time you treated my wounds, you fed me some weird tea that gave me diarrhea for a week!”
“Well, I’m glad. You deserved every bit of it!”
“If I waited for you two, I would have already bled to death,” The Hyuga cracked a smile at their bickering. “Let’s go.”
“Hinata you should get some rest, I don’t think you understand you who you just fought,” Tobi said, walking along with her.
“Yeah, I know. An assassin from The Akatsuki,” She replied.
“Not just any assassin, you’re lucky to be alive,” Tenten told her.
“What?”
“Come on, see for yourself,” Lee led the way to a forest. Not just any forest, that forest was known for the numerous dead bodies there. People commit suicide in that forest, the smell of corpses never go away.
“Did you at least see his face?” Tenten asked.
She paused. Should she lie? “No,” she replied.
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The woman’s naked body was hanging from a tree, words carved on her flesh.
THE REVOLUTION HAS BEGUN.
- THE AKATSUKI
Her heart stopped. Hinata didn’t know how to feel. How was she supposed to feel in a situation like this? No matter how hard she worked to stop these murders, it never worked. Doesn’t The Akatsuki even feel a little bit of guilt taking the lives of innocent civilians?
Her hand clenched into a fist as she sighed at the scene in front of her. A white chrysanthemum was tucked into the woman’s hair, the flower was white no more. It was covered in blood.
The Hyuga widened her eyes as sudden realization hit her. A white chrysanthemum . . . That’s . . . The Beast’s signature flower. Looord, please don’t tell me I got into a fight with THE Beast.
“Yup,” Tenten nodded her head. “You definitely had no idea who you got into a fight with.”
“How was I supposed to know?” Hinata asked. More importantly, why didn’t he kill me? He’s the most feared assassin in the entire kingdom. Everyone knows who he is, he always leaves behind a white chrysanthemum in the blood of his victims.
“We should head to the other crime site where Captain Hatake is at, Hinata still needs to give in her report.” Lee says, leading the way out of the forest. Tobi follows him, Tenten and Hinata does the same.
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“Finally. Officer Hyuga, please report,” a grey haired male says.
“The assassin escaped. I persued him for as long as I could and engaged in a fight with him before losing,” she said.
“However, officer Hyuga got close enough to him to be able to tell that we are dealing with a man. Tall, slim, and in his twenties,” Lee added.
“I see. Impressive, I’m pleasantly surprised, Hyuga,” Captain Hatake nodded his head in admiration.
“What happened in here?” Hinata looked around the room and spotted gunshot holes along the walls and splattered blood. Glass was broken on the floor next to a dead body.
“The man’s name is Hiruzen Sarutobi, he’s the one that got killed when we heard the gunshot and you left and started chasing The Beast,” Tenten explained. “The forensics found more information. Old man Sarutobi appeared to have fought back before the assassin killed him. The gunshot we all heard was from Sarutobi’s weapon.”
“That makes sense. As much as I can tell, the assassin was carrying a sword,” Hinata walked along the wall, looking at them more closely. “He probably got into the apartment through a window and waited for his target to fall into his trap. He mustn’t have expected that the man would be carrying a gun. Sarutobi must have tried to defend himself and shot at the assassin but missed.” She pointed at the hole in the wall created by the gun.
“Probably because he would have been trying to run away at the same time, as he seems to have collided with the desk,” she glances at the fallen over desk. “If he was running, that would also explain the wound on his back. He must’ve turned around to try to shoot the assassin again, which is when the scumbag finished his work by slitting Sarutobi’s throat.”
The Hyuga then turned to look at the broken glass of the window, “And then the killer escaped through the window— which is when I spotted him.”
“Good analysis, Hyuga.” Captain compliments her.
“Tsk. Leave the investigating for the detectives, Officer Hyuga,” Detective Uchiha glared.
She looked away. It’s been a while since she has been demoted. But because of a certain encounter with a certain someone in the past, it caused her to be placed into the patrol unit. Her detective instincts are still there— she loved the work of a dectective.
“An official investigation will be opened tomorrow, you all are dismissed for the night.” Captain Kakashi Hatake grabbed a clear bag with the white chrysanthemums in them and walked towards the exit.
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A group of old wrinkly men playing checkers and drinking in a dim lighted cavern could be heard by the young assassin from all the way across the room. He could hear their conversations due to them speaking loudly, anyone could hear them.
“I know! My guys just robbed some idiot nobles just yesterday— like stealing from infants! Cry as much too!” The other guy burst out wheezing as he lit up a cigarette. “Shrieking like stuck pigs whenever they see a knife!” The man turned around a knife in his hands to demonstrate. “They looked like they were gonna piss themselves!”
More laughter could be heard coming from the two other men sitting at the table with him. Naruto casually walked closer to their table and stood in a line to get a drink.
“And then they go cry to the cops, like the cops can do anything. Just another pen of squealing pigs!” The group started laughing but the man suddenly stopped once he realized who was standing near their table, his eyes widened at the sight.
“Oh shit, it’s The Beast!” He whispered at his buddies.
Naruto heard them, but didn’t say anything. He just kept looking forward.
“Keep your voice low! This guy’s dangerous. He’s the deadliest of all of us.”
“Yeah I heard,” another agreed. “The man’s a freak! He has more kills than anyone else in The Akatsuki combined!”
“No one has ever had the guts to do what he’s done before. He’s a demon sent straight from hell.”
“Tsk. He cant be that bad— I mean, have any of you ever seen him before?” The third man talked loud, almost as if he wants Naruto to react.
“A few times. He’s probably here to report a new kill.”
“I bet he’s all bark and no bite! He’s the leaders favorite little pet, his personal attack dog,” the man picks up a bottle of alcohol. “Thinks he’s above all of us.”
“OI! WHY DON’T YOU COME SAY HELLO TO YOUR COMRADES!?” The man slammed the bottle on the board game and took out his dagger. “HUH, BASTARD!?”
He swung the blade at the blonde but Naruto caught it in his hands and swung it around and shot it back at them, hitting their board game which caused all the pieces to fall to the ground. He didn’t even flinch when the man threw it at him.
The noise of the pieces clattering on the floor caught everyone’s attention in the cavern, they all stared.
“OUR DEEPEST APOLOGIES, SIR!” Another man apologized. “THIS PIECE OF SHIT IS VERY DRUNK. HE DOESN’T KNOW WHAT HE’S DOING.”
“Oh?” Naruto smirked. “Maybe next time I’ll drop by to report your deaths, comrades.”
Naruto walks away and opens the hidden door behind the restrooms which leads to The Akatsuki’s messenger’s office.
“HEY! DON’T PISS OFF THE BEAST! DO YOU HAVE A DEATH WISH!?” He heard them whisper before he entered the room and closed it behind him.
“Konan,” He nodded his head at the messenger. “Where’s Nagato?”
“Nagato and the leader are planning something, so you’ll have to report to me today,” the purple haired female replied.
“The targets, Hiruzen Sarutobi and Anko Mitarashi, have been eliminated tonight. I brought the documents the leader wanted me to retrieve,” he took out the documents from his coat pocket and laid them down on the table between them. “As suspected, they were both working for the police, trying to infiltrate The Akatsuki. They were careless enough to leave evidence behind.”
“Anything else to report?”
“Mitarashi’s neighbor alerted the police. They arrived while I was finishing my second task. But as always, they were too slow,” he grinned.
“It’s not like you to be taken by surprise like that. I hope you weren’t seen.”
“Of course not,” he lied. He even added in a smile to convince her. His mind wandered off to the police officer he had an encounter with earlier.
“Well, no matter. You carried out your work per orders, as always,” Konan looked through a document.
“Yes, as always.”
“The leader will be very pleased to hear about this. Good work, we’ll be in contact soon.”
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I really should have known. That The Beast . . . Was the most powerful weapon in The Akatsuki’s arsenal. Responsible for the bloodiest crimes our kingdom had ever seen. He left no trace, no evidence.
Except for one thing, his signature white chrysanthemum, next to each of the corpses he left behind.
And I was almost one of them.
“You know, civilians sometimes claim to see his shadow running across the rooftops at night,” she remembered Tobi telling her one day at work.
After all these years, we finally could’ve had him and . . . I let that bastard go.
“What if they’re an apology?” She told Tenten once, about the flowers he always left behind.
“That’s impossible. Any regret he might have had has long been drowned by all the blood on his hands.” She told her.
But still, Hinata knew he was sorry. She knew he didn’t want to murder all these people. Because he hesitated.
The flowers . . . The white chrysanthemums, These flowers represent guilt. Could it just be a coincidence that he always leaves the flower of guilt behind?
“You’re not doing this because of your occupational responsibility.” His words kept echoing repeatedly in her head. “It’s personal.”
Who do you think I am, bastard!? Allying myself with the most loathed criminal in the kingdom? The Beast!?
“You and I share the same goal. To find the leader and destroy him.”
Hinata is once again in front of her board, looking at the hundreds of clipped newspaper articles and papers of that incident that happened ten years ago. Even after such a long time of researching and investigating and reading about the event, she still couldn’t find the leader. The person that took the life of her beloved cousin.
Her room was dark, it was half past 3 AM but she couldn’t sleep. Seems like she’ll have to pull an all nighter once again.
She grabbed a newspaper from the board. Ever since that day, I’ve wanted to take down the monsters responsible for his death. They took the person I cherished most from me. I wanted to avenge him.
My own search led me nowhere for ten years. And now . . . This assassin proposes he’ll help me . . .
“I would be your best asset.” She can’t forget his voice.
But this quest almost destroyed me before.
She blinked back the tears. Hinata threw the newspaper loudly on her desk and struggled to hold back the emotions. Even after all these years, she still wasn’t over his death.
“You should really let go, Hinata,” she whispered to herself.
“Meet me at the bridge tomorrow at midnight.”
Maybe she was starting to rethink that offer.
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