Gintama; Takasugi X Reader (part 2) [Save Me]

Chapter 13 {Y/N}

     Blood gushes out through my neck. My hand flies to it. For a split second, there's no pain. And then other, the effect of the slash crushes me and I find myself choking.

I sink to the floor, clenching my throat. Then I begin to feel the skin beneath my palm moves, stitching back together. I force myself under control at the sensation. When I can normally breathe again, I look down to my bloody hand. A strangling sound escapes from me.

The constant pounding of my heart is not from the sudden attack from Komu, but the fear of this. The terror of finding out, experiencing the way that my flesh would instantly sew back together like a layer of mud.

I focus my gaze up to Komu, who is standing at a close range from me. He regards me with his cold, icy eyes. Despite what I said, I hadn't thought that he would actually do it. Shock burns into one of anger and loathe.

     "Well?" he taunts. "Is that it? From all the saying, all you can do is fall to the floor like a wimp?"

At first, I'm afraid to speak for I think that my throat can't bear it. But another brush across it, I know it's not true. And the truth sets me between the border of a depth-less ocean and an endless void.

     "I..." The wavering of my voice stops me.

     "Pick up that sword now or the next time, I won't miss to server your head," he says, face now deadly.

I give him a glare before standing upright and proceed to take the sword. The scabbard shines glossy black as the hilt also a matching dark color. The blade itself gleams when I shakily unsheathe it. The weight of the weapon instantly heavy in my grip.

Komu gives off a satisfying look before he comes at me, his sword hoisted high. The moment blurs then I see him in front of me. The look in his eyes exposes the thirst for my blood.

Or my life.

I quickly hold up my sword, blocking his attack. Using my other hand to support his monstrous strength pressing onto me, I find myself no match for him. I awkwardly push away, and stagger back. A breath after I regain steadiness, he jumps on me again, swinging his swords sideways as he easily disarms me.

     "Is this it?" he says when I drop my hands to my side. "You work for a top rebel with that?"

     "I have never worked for him." The denial comes out before I can stop it.

     "Doesn't matter now."

I dodge in time when he dashes to me, moving to where my sword is on the floor. I lower my body and grab it just to take another of his blow, which leaves me jerking to the cold wall.

     "Don't tell my patience, little girl. I'll really stab you again if you don't get serious," he growls, still pressing his sword against mine.

     "I'm not holding anything back!" I exclaim. My grasp on the hilt is trembling harder and I can't hold on.

His expression darkens as he retreats his blade. I thought he was going to stop but how wrong I was. Instead of dropping it to his side, he points the blade high up to my face and surges forward. I miss it by an inch, earning a deep cut at the jaw. Blood drips down the floor as the wound instantly heals.

I hold his blow, our swords crossing. A chill runs down my spine as I look into his eyes. For s moment, they remind me so much of the familiar olive-green I used to look up at. So cold, yet so sad.

I find myself abruptly fall when Komu pushes. Having no time to recover, I bolt aside as his gleaming blade misses my waist. I scram to my feet almost dropping my weapon.

     "Pathetic."

His movement so fast that I only see a blur of motion before he's close enough to disarm me. The metal of his blade tears through my flesh every time he comes at me. Until when I can barely stand does he stop.

     "A waste of my time," he spits, giving me a look of both disgust and disdain.

Rage fuels through me despite his otherwise truthful insult. "I told you that I can't!" My throat burns from the raised voice. "Just get out and leave me alone!"

He glowers at me for a long minute. The sword in his grip now stained with my blood. I pant loudly, leaning against the wall. Clenching my bloodied upper arm where it had been pierced through just now.

Komu makes an unpleasant sound before he storms out of the room.

I drop myself once I'm alone. A shudder goes through me as I look down to my hands and body. I felt no pain after all the cuts, only the slightest when I received them.

I brush across my jaw, hoping, expecting to find a rough, new scar. But I know I'm expecting a false hope. Despite all the blood that has spilled, my body remains neutral. And the thought that all of the blood is not just my own but also part of Utsuro's, it takes me effort to not get sick and I cover my mouth.

I slump against the wall for as long as I can. Komu's earlier threat still echoes in my head.

Between the two choices I've been given, to train and help the Naraku leader to get rid of him...the person I still now yearn to see, or be stubborn and have Senya, have everyone, expose to danger, which am I suppose to pick?

I close my eyes and breathe through the tightness of my chest. Even the image of Senya, thin and exhausted, almost brings me to tears. How can I ever let anything happen to her.

I love them both from all of my heart. How can I choose between one another...

The longer I sit, the deeper the cold crawls into my body. And I wonder will it someday, somehow seep through my heart.