making sure the nightmares stay away

Obiyukiweek17 Day 7 - Protect

“A tragedy.” 

"A true loss.”

"But what will happen to the child?”

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“I’m sorry, Shirayuki. No one can find him. We don’t even know where to look.” Mrs. Matthews says.

“That’s okay,” she whispers. “It was a long shot anyways.” She doesn’t want to live with a stranger, not even one she’s related too. But they won’t let her stay in her own house without an adult. There’s already a for sale sign up.

She leans into Obi, her face pressed against his side so she can’t see anything. He shifts away. 

“I’ll be right back,” he assures her, and tucks her beneath the blankets. He follows Mrs. Matthews out of the living room, closing the door behind him. 

There’s only a door between them, nothing could happen to him, but nothing could happen to her grandparents - and then it did. 

Shirayuki pads silently across the floor and cracks open the door. 

“I hate what’s happening, but we can’t adopt both of you. We’d love to dearly but… I’m so sorry, Obi.” Mrs. Matthews sounds like she’s going to cry again.

“Then just adopt her. That will work, right?” 

Shirayuki gasps, but Mrs. Matthews is far louder. 

“No. We’re not letting you go so easily. Not even for Shirayuki. Not when you’ve told me you want to stay.” 

Shirayuki hears footsteps, and she runs and hides under the blankets once more. She waits there for a long time, until the door opens, and Obi comes to sit beside her. He doesn’t say anything. They fall asleep afraid. 

Day 7: Wife (protect)

“Even though everyone thinks of her as your betrothed,” Ryuu says one day out of the blue, startling Obi, “she always avoids the topic of marriage.”

He is right.

It’s not like Obi never noticed; no matter in what connotation marriage comes up, Shirayuki always manages to change the topic or escape the scene swiftly – but it’s different when he notices something and when Ryuu is bothered by it so much he decides to speak up.

It gets Obi thinking.

He knows that Shirayuki does not avoid speaking of marriage because she rejects the idea of marrying him – but it outright enrages him to think that it is most probably because she thinks she is not worthy of happiness. Because she thinks that her years on the streets have tainted her, making her something ugly and undeserving.

She’s been a girl who knew happiness. She was not born on the streets. She was someone her parents wanted and expected; someone who was loved, whose wishes were listened to. Someone who could laugh openly – whose mischief was always forgiven, because no matter how tough Mukaze looks, he has always had a soft spot for his daughter. She was once a carefree child, someone her parents cherished a lot.

If not for the cruel twist of fate which led her to live the way she did, she would be flirting with young men just like Yuzuri.

Yet Shirayuki feels dirty, for she killed to survive.

Obi knows that he can’t undo the past – but he is determined to do anything within his reach in order to free her from her ghosts.

Izana

Obi barges into the room before the footman could announce him. The king looks up, signaling the servant to leave.

“Obi-kun. What a rare sight. What brings you to Wistal?”

“I want you to refrain from sending Shirayuki on missions to the slums ever again.”

“I wonder if this is the tone a court pharmacist shall talk to their king,” he muses, waving Obi closer to his desk.

“You’re not my king,” Obi says, bobbing his head to the side. “I’m a citizen of Tanbarun. To me, you’re just the brother of my friend.”

“I wonder, whether you came here with the intention of talking to the ‘brother of a friend’ or the king, though. From your request phrased so kindly, it seems the correct answer’s the latter.”

“I came today to speak to you, the employer of the knights of Clarines, asking you to free a knight of yours,” Obi reiterates.

Izana gives him a look.

“She is one of my favorite knights. She saved my life.”

“She saves my life every day.”

“But you are no king.”

“But I could be,” Obi hisses.

Izana raises an eyebrow, intrigued.

“I assume I’m speaking with Obi Shenazard, then,” he says, inciting nothing but a wicked smile out of Obi. He is not denying a thing. Izana pauses long, eyes never leaving Obi’s face, before he starts talking again. “I knighted Lady Shirayuki upon her tremendous help in the Bergatt uprising and she has been a great help since.”

“I’m not asking you to never call her to your aide again. That would hurt Shirayuki, too. But I want you to never send her to places that can remind her of her… upbringing.”

“And what is the merit for me, her employer,” Izana smiles, all but amicable, “in this? Why would I go along with this seemingly selfish request of the bastard of the neighboring king?”

“I plan to marry Shirayuki,” Obi says. “Which also means that I will no longer cause a threat to your brother’s reputation.”

Garrack

“How do you get someone believe in your love if they think they are not worthy of it?”

“I thought you have a question about your work schedule,” Garrack comments, putting her papers away, “but what makes you think I can give you an answer?”

“You managed to marry Shidan.”

“Well, that was a tough nut to crack indeed. He didn’t want to court me until his rank was higher than mine…”

“But you are the highest ranking pharmacist in Clarines.”

“That’s it.”

“So? How did you do it?”

“Just between the two of us, Obi-kun… I seduced and threatened him.”

“Is that so?”

“Oh, so unbelieving, you are so not cute. But I did threaten him. I told him that if he is not going to ask me within a year, I will marry someone else.”

“That… won’t work,” Obi says, sighing softly. “If I told her I’m marrying someone else, she would congratulate me and wish me the best.”

“That, I can imagine. Good luck,” the head pharmacist nods. “You will need it.”

Suzu

“So… today I kissed Yuzuri.”

“Congratulations,” Obi says monotone, not looking up from his book.

“Not gonna ask how it went?”

“How did it go?” he asks obediently, much to Suzu’s displeasure.

“Thanks Obi, for asking,” he says, flashing a fake grin. “I got slapped. At first. But then she returned my kiss, and we got a little… hot.”

“Sounds great.”

“What about you?” Suzu creeps on him from behind, curly blonde hair tickling his ears as his friend clings onto him, laying his head on his shoulder. “You seem to be moody nowadays. Something wrong?”

“Hmm.”

“Oh yeah, totally. I get the ‘hmm’ too, sometimes, and it makes me forget meals and gets me grumpy for days.”

“Shirayuki,” Obi starts, pushing Suzu’s chin off of his collar, “she doesn’t… treat me as equal.”

“Do you feel oppressed?” Suzu asks, stunned.

“The opposite!” Obi lets out a short, not-so-happy laugh. “I feel like she puts me on a pedestal. She rejects my love, thinking she doesn’t deserve it.”

“Oh.”

“Yeah.”

“Well…” Suzu starts, walking around Obi like a well-fed cat, to stop right in front of him and grab him by the shoulders. “As a friend, I must admit that I’ve always found you had some weird taste in women. Shirayuki is a good kid, she is just… a bit lethal, you know, with all her knives and poisons. Not really the type people would normally want to cuddle all day. I get that you want, I get it. The thing is, she is not your average girl. The way she sees things may be different from how you and I do.”

“So? What is your advice, Mr Finally-Kissed-the-Girl?”

“You can’t just be all smooth with Shirayuki. She’s way too invested in her role. You need to tell her why things happen, otherwise she would assume that it’s all part of your little guard-game.”

“… so?”

“Did you hold her hand?” Suzu turns his own question against him. Obi huffs, ruffling his hair in frustration.

“Yes.”

“But did you tell her that you are holding her hand because it makes your heart go crazy?”

“Well…”

“Did you tell her you love her?”

“I did…”

“With these exact words?”

“No, but it doesn’t really…”

“Oh yes, it matters. If you think she would get your hints, you are mistaken. To get your hints, she would need to have confidence in herself, and believe me, the man with the least confidence in town, Yuzuri could invite me to her room and make me sit on her bed, but I wouldn’t even dare to think that she was trying to seduce me. Subtle just doesn’t work, when you love someone but you are sure they wouldn’t see you the same way…”

Ryuu

“You were rejected again.”

“Thanks for pointing it out. I appreciate the support.”

“Maybe you should change tactics.”

“But how? I tried the honest method, holding her hand and looking into her eye, kneeling before her and she still thought I was joking!”

“It’s your fault, you know,” Ryuu says, undoing the buttons on his winter coat. “You brought up marriage way too many times lightheartedly, now she can’t take you seriously.”

“But… I just… feel the urge to say something funny when I get nervous.”

“Well. I feel like hiding when I’m nervous.”

“I’ve never seen you truly nervous.”

“I’m just very good at hiding.”

Shirayuki

“Shirayuki,” Obi says one day, when she sets out their plates to eat. “Let’s get married!”

It’s not the first time he proposes – maybe the third in one week, but at least the thousandth overall.

“I’m not marrying,” Shirayuki says, just as always. “This one’s absolute.”

“Why?” Obi asks unfazed, so used to rejection now that he can’t be bothered. “You don’t find a court pharmacist to be a good match? Would you be happier to marry a king? Should I go back to Tanbarun and challenge Raji for the throne?”

“No! It’s not about…”

“But now that this option has come up, it’s worth mentioning that it might make our father happy. He has always worried for his country if Raji was to inherit the throne… I advised him to crown Rona, but never thought about the possibility of myself as the next king…”

“Obi!” Shirayuki slams her spoon in her soup. “I. Am. Not. Fit. For. Marriage. Please stop joking.”

“Shirayuki,” Obi replies in kind. “First of all, I appreciate that you finally decided to use my name, I would’ve been devastated if we jumped from ‘Mister’ to ‘Husband’. Secondly,” he continues, raising his voice, “I think it’s up to me to decide whether I find you worthy of my love or not.”

“Yes, it is!” Shirayuki raises from her seat. “But you should choose someone who is…”

“You! I choose you. I chose you ages ago and I will always choose you! Get this through that thick head of yours, for once and for all: I am in love with you. I want to marry you. I want to put babies in your belly. I want to get old by your side. And never since I met you was I considering anyone else.”

Shirayuki looks at him as if she has seen a ghost.

“I’m afraid it’s not possible, Mister,” she says, trembling.

“Shirayuki. Please,” Obi breathes.

“I can’t.”

That’s all it takes, the next moment she is out of the room.

“As if I’d let you,” Obi grumbles, leaping to the door in one huge step, ready to run for his life – only to bump into her right in front of his doorstep, sweeping her off of her feet and landing on top of her in the snow.

“Ouch,” the girl says, looking up at him. Her face looks puffy – almost as if she cried. She may be the fighter skilled enough to win tournaments; she may be the sole woman knighted by Izana for her achievements – she is still very much a girl, shivering in the snow.

She is the girl he loves.

“I’m sorry,” Obi moves, brushing the snow out of her hair. “Are you hurt anywhere?” he pulls her in an embrace, cradling her small frame against his chest.

“I’m fine,” she breathes in in huge, hiccup like gulps. “It’s just… a bit too much. I’m just… I’m so… inadequate.”

“You couldn’t be more perfect,” he kisses the top of her head. “You have no idea how worthy you are. You would make the best wife, if you let me, I would make you the happiest wife.”

“Are you sure this is not a joke, Mister?”

“It’s Obi,” he stands, carrying her back to the room.

“Are you really fine, marrying me… Obi?” Shirayuki asks, clinging to him like a baby monkey until he plops her down on her chair.

“I wouldn’t be fine marrying anyone else,” Obi replies, kneeling down beside her. “I’m deeply hurt that you don’t believe me.”

“I… I do. But I can’t. But I do!” Shirayuki exclaims, confusing herself.

“Now, which one is it?” Obi snorts.

“Both,” the girl replies. The gentle touch on her chin makes her look up, losing herself in his deep golden eyes.

“Shirayuki.”

“Yes, Mist… Obi?” she squeaks.

“Please be my wife.”

“I would like to,” she says, in a voice so small Obi has to focus hard to hear it. “But I don’t dare to.”

“Is it frightening? The thought of marriage?”

“No…”

“Then, are you not happy with me? Would you like me to become a king? I was joking before, but if you ask me to, I would more than happily make you my queen…”

“I always… feel like a queen by your side.”

“So?” Obi looks up, hands clasped around hers. She shrugs, slowly melting off the chair to hug him.

“I’m sorry,” she says.

“Still no?”

Shirayuki leans back brushing through Obi’s hair to have a better look of his face.

“I’m sorry I rejected you so many times. I’ve always… always wanted to marry you.”

“But?” Obi asks back, slightly panicked.

“There’s no ‘but’,” Shirayuki plants a small, shy kiss on his forehead. “Marry me please.”

Obiyuki Week 2017 - Day 7: Protect

Star Wars AU

“I want to buy her from you.”

Denero raised an eyebrow. “The red-haired slave girl?”

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Slipping in under the wire.

For Obiyuki Week Day 7: Protect.

There’s danger everywhere.

Shirayuki feels it pressing in on them. The castle hallways, which should feel safe in their familiarity, instead are too open, too quiet, too empty. Her heart gallops madly. She has just seen Kai skewered on the end of a man’s sword, and she can’t unsee it. The blood; his eyes; the death.

Obi, at her back, urges her forward. His hand presses between her shoulder blades, protective but hard. “Hurry.”

Obiyuki Week - Protect

[[Listen]] - [[Laugh]] - [[Forgive]] - [[Wait]] - [[Cherish]] - [[Flirt]]

Obi’s presence is needed in the capital for the coronation and Miss is invited as well. Her summons don’t come in the form of an order, but with the young highness’ seal on the letter accompanying it, it’s the next best thing. Little Ryu doesn’t get a formal invitation, but Obi assures them he can come as a plus one. Little Ryu isn’t interested in the party, but he does want to travel south with them. 

Their old rooms are waiting for them when they return, including Miss’ in the prince’s suite. 

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Day 6: Flirt

“We’ve met before"

Obiyuki Week 2017

Day 7

Protect

He wakes up to her alarm. Within a few reluctant moments she is sitting at the edge of the bed and the dull orange of the streetlamps has illuminated her silhouette. His gaze, still foggy with sleep, follows the outline of her naked form, the cascade of her bedhead down her back, errant strands catching like fire in the light. Her goosebumps are visible even to him as she rubs her arms to warm herself against the autumn breeze crawling in through the window.

Before he can actualize his hazy urge to pull her back into his arms, to stave off the chill and keep her forever under their nest of blankets she is gone, ghosted away to get ready for the day. The clock reads 4:31 am. He listens to her soft steps padding around their flat until sleep takes him under again.

–

He stirs at the creak of the door, his eyes opening only just, and he sees her from between his eyelashes, peering in. Deciding that he must still be asleep, she moves as if to shut the door but turns to glance at him again, the look on her face soft, pleased.

This is a habit of her’s, he knows. A remnant of days past, when sleep for him was rare. He remembers another time, when she peered past the door only to be met with him sitting up in bed, arms crossed and braced for her quiet concern. This time, he rolls over, still half asleep, and gathers up her pillow in his arms. He breathes deeply in the scent of her shampoo and succumbs again to sleep.

–

He meets her outside the hospital doors two hours later than usual. She looks disheveled with an ancient baggy sweater pulled hastily over her scrubs, her eyes red and puffy. It’s clear she’s been crying. Before she attempts to apologize for her lateness he pulls her into a hug. He holds her for a heartbeat, then two, then three… he isn’t sure how many minutes pass as she sighs softly into his chest. He watches his breath condense in the air as he tries to swallow down the tightness in his own throat, the urge to fight her sadness, her loss away. Eventually, he chokes back his urge to fix the unfixable. When she is ready, she will talk. Until then, he knows she just needs some time to mourn, to figure out what she missed, if she made a mistake. When he notices the tips of her ears turning red from the cold, he steps back, takes her hand, and walks her home in silence.

–

She warms up again over some hot takeout. By the time he procures a microwavable brownie she is even smiling. She falls asleep on the couch before he’s even finished boxing up the leftovers. Wordlessly, gently, he lifts her into his arms and carries her to their bedroom. Underneath the pile of blankets, he pulls her close. Together, with her warm softness curled into his, they will keep out the cold autumn night.

Thaw in the Springtime Showers

Day 3 - Forgive

“What’re we doin’, Mama?” Shirayuki kept hold of Shigure’s hand as she guided him down the stairs. He rubbed his eyes with his other hand, blinking in the early dawn sunlight.

She looked down at her son. “Ryuu’s going to show you how to harvest some special herbs. It’s just the right time for it!”

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Obiyuki Week 2017 ― Day Seven: Protect

Protecting What's Important

Obiyuki Week, Day Seven: Protect

Title: Protecting What’s Important

DISCLAIMER: I own nothing in this fan-fiction except my horrible grammar and writing skills. All of the characters or cities mentioned in this fan-fiction belong to Akiduki Sorata unless said otherwise. Any references to real people or places are purely coincidental.

Synopsis: When Shirayuki gets kidnapped by the Sea’s Talons, Zen and everyone else come to Tanbarun to execute a rescue plan to rescue Shirayuki. How does Obi feel throughout this whole ordeal?

SPOILER ALERT: This prompt was inspired by the Tanbarun arc (chapters 22 – 26), so if you haven’t caught up that far, please don’t read this. It will spoil a lot of the plot for you.

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“Are you ready to go, Mistress?” Obi asked as he held out his arm for her to take. Shirayuki gripped her dress tightly, anxiety clearly showing in her emerald eyes. “Y-Yes, but I’m afraid I’ll do something wrong… If I do anything uncouth, it would reflect badly on Prince Zen and his country…” It’s just like her to doubt herself like that, even when she’s so talented. He waved her off. “Don’t worry so much. If you just act like yourself, you’ll be just fine.” She gave him a gentle smile and was about to say something when they were interrupted by an urgent knock on the door. “Excuse me? Mistress Shirayuki and Sir Obi? We’ve received a letter addressed to you both.” They shared a skeptical glance before the ex-assassin went to open the door. “Who was the message from?” The messenger gave him an apologetic look as he held out the letter. “My apologies, but we didn’t open the letter and therefore have no idea who sent it. All we know is that we were told to deliver it to you post haste on the Royalty of Clarines’ orders.” So that narrows it down to three people; Queen Haruto, Prince Izana, or Master, He thought as he took the envelope from the messenger. “Thank you for delivering this to me.” “What does the letter say?” Shirayuki asked once he had shut the door and made his way towards her. He skimmed it over before answering, “"You can’t go to the ball. It’s not safe. Mihaya has discovered new information on the kidnappers. They know you’re in Tanbarun.”“ Suddenly, a deep, cold chill enveloped them. They both turned towards the direction of the source and found a young boy standing on the railing. The balcony doors were forced open somehow and the drapes were flowing freely with the will of the wind. He had an indifferent expression on his face at first, but then he smiled. "Shirayuki! Found you!” “You’re the pretty boy!” They both said simultaneously. He continued to smile at them. “Although I am pretty, don’t you think it’s strange to say that in sync on our first meeting?” Just then someone else jumped from the balcony, landing skillfully on the floor. Obi quickly positioned himself in front of his mistress and held a protective hand in front of her. “Run away now, Miss!” The man who had jumped down charged at him, quickly aiming blow after blow. He looked like he was a young man of about twenty and had a scar running across the left side of his face. Judging by the way he so easily dodged Obi’s oncoming attacks, he was also a very skillful assassin who had previous experience in kidnapping someone. “Someone hel—” His mistress’ plea was cut short and he glanced quickly to see why. The pretty boy had somehow managed to pass him and had now succeeded in tying her up. Right now, he was covering her mouth with his hand to prevent any words from becoming audible. Obi bit his lip as he returned his senses back to the battle at hand. I’ll never be able to save her if I don’t stop this guy first! Just as he was about to land a blow that would make the scarred man unconscious, the door was open and momentarily took his attention away from the fight. “Obi, Shirayuki, are you going to—”  The voice belonged to Princess Rona, and as she took in the scene before her, she instantly fell silent.   That moment was all the assassin needed to knock him out. While Obi was distracted, he aimed an attack on his neck so quickly he couldn’t stop it. He found himself slowly fading from consciousness. “Sorry,” The assassin muttered under his breath as he looked him in the eye. Obi could find no hint of malice in his eyes, but he couldn’t find a hint of regret either. “Yeah… I… bet…” The Prince’s Attendant barely managed to mutter before hitting the floor and falling unconscious.

“OBI! OBI!!” He quickly came back to reality as Shirayuki’s frantic voice yelling his name ringing in his ears. “You’re awake,” A lady wearing the uniform of a castle worker said with relief. “You were knocked out before. Are you alright?” He nodded. “I feel alright. I don’t feel like I’ve broken anything, so I’ll be fine.” “I’m sorry, Sir Obi,” A small, familiar voice apologised. He turned towards the source and found himself face-to-face with Princess Rona. Her brother, Prince Eugenia, was right beside her. The black-haired visitor gave her a tight-lipped smile. “It’s not your fault. I’m the one who got distracted right in the middle of a battle and lost the upper hand.” “Still…” The Princess gripped the hem of her dress tightly. “If we hadn’t intruded, Shirayuki wouldn’t have been taken…” Obi quickly turned towards the nurse. “Where is Shirayuki?” The nurse gave him a solemn look. “I’m sorry, but I’m afraid that after you were knocked unconscious, Shirayuki was knocked out with a sleeping drug. The kidnappers made off with her.” He mentally slapped himself for letting this happen. Shirayuki was counting on me to protect her, and I just let her down… What kind of knight am I…?! After seeing the worry in his eyes, she tried to reassure him. “Please don’t worry. As we speak, all the guards Tanbarun has to offer are already up and searching for the kidnappers.” He mustered up all the courage he could and plastered a smile on his face. “Good to hear, but do you mind letting me be? I’ve had a rough day and need some sleep to rest.” The nurse nodded and directed the two youngest royals in Tanbarun towards the door. “If you need anything, just holler and I’ll be there with time to spare.” After the nurse had closed the door, he looked around to gather his surroundings. On the bedside table, someone had placed the letter addressed to him and Shirayuki. Right next to it was a new package. Although he knew he’d feel bad about it later, he opened the package and found a blue ornament that looked like it was made out of walnut stone. Kihal must’ve made this for Shirayuki…. He clutched it tightly in his hands, visibly trembling. I let Shirayuki get kidnapped… Not only did I let her down, I let everyone who cares about her down too…! He tucked it into his pocket and quickly wrote a note to explain where he’d gone. Once that was done, he opened the window and was gone in pursuit of the kidnappers.

Being an ex-assassin, I know they wouldn’t want to get caught, so they probably avoided going on the main roads and stuck to forest paths instead… The amble knight jumped from tree to tree, trying to think like the kidnappers would. They should be around… “Kazuki!” He heard the scarred kidnapper call out. I was right on! They’re here! In a few swift moves, he swooped down and landed a fatal blow on his stomach. “Kyah!!” The silver-haired man let out, completely blindsided by his attack. Obi quickly took advantage of this and pushed him up against a tree, lifting him off the ground. “Where. is. Shirayuki?” He demanded in a scary, deep voice. The scarred man withered against his grip, trying so hard to get free of it, but eventually went limp when he realised it wouldn’t do any good. “I don’t know. My partner was with her when I last saw him, but then I went to go get water from a nearby stream. I came back and they were gone.” The black-haired man glowered down at him, daring him to lie. “Are you telling the truth?” The unfortunate mercenary gulped before answering, “Y-Yes! I’m not sure where he went or why–” The man froze as he looked more closely at the bark of the tree he was pressed against. He began withering again. “You have to let me go! It’s an emergency!” Obi tightened his grip on him more. “What’s with the sudden change in attitude?”  The silver-haired assassin kept trying to get free of his grip. “You don’t understand! You have to let me go, otherwise, Kazuki and your friend will be sold somewhere far away!” The Prince’s Knight loosened his grip on him, but quickly got out one of his kunai and stuck it in the bark beside the kidnapper’s head. “I’m not letting you go. You will take me with you to find out where they were taken, alright?” The kidnapper was too stunned to do anything but nod, and Obi let him go.  "So, what did you mean when you said they could get sold somewhere far away?“ The kidnapper dusted off himself before answering, "The mark on the tree was one that the Sea’s Talons always leave to show they were there. In other words, they took Kazuki and Shirayuki and wanted us to know that.” The black-haired traveler sighed before giving him a glare. “So in other words, Shirayuki was kidnapped twice?” The scarred man nodded, his eyes widening. “It-it’d be a good idea to join forces and help find them together, don’t cha think?” He rolled his eyes. “Guess I have no choice. How do you plan on pursuing the kidnappers?” “By using the two horses Kazuki and I tucked away. You can use Kazuki’s and trail behind me.” “I’ll be trailing very close to you. If you so much as move an inch without reason…” Obi took out one of his kunai and whisked it through the air, over the kidnapper’s head. “…I won’t miss next time.” Shirayuki is too important to me—I mean, Master and everyone else—to let get kidnapped! He gulped, too terrified to do anything but nod in acceptance. The ex-assassin give him a tight-lipped smile. “Glad we have now properly communicated. Now, let’s go rescue Shirayuki and Kazuki!” The kidnapper—who now introduced himself as Itoya—and he both mounted their newly acquired horses and set off in pursuit of the Sea’s Talons. Shirayuki, wait just a little bit longer… I swear I’ll find you and protect you this time!

-Now you’re safe, Miss. -Don’t speak, Obi, save your energy… -At least I could protect you one last time… -Don’t you dare die! Do you hear me? -Don’t cry, Shirayuki. It’s all right… -….you said my name!  -It’s funny how many times I wanted to call you by name, but I’ve never dared to let myself say it out loud, I was afraid it’d be followed by other words… -What are you talking about? -I love you. I love you, Shirayuki. -….Obi….Obi! OBI! …

Obiyuki Week 2017 - Day 7 - Protect So, today I picked a new technique I’ve never tried before, another technique where I’m not allowed to erase, this is why I drew something simple. I hope you like it anyway :) Let me know what you think. :)

Betwixt Tooth and Vein

Mitsuhide, Master’s voice echoes, not just in the annals of his memory, but it the open air of the arcade. I will leave Shirayuki’s safety to you.

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