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🎃Whumptober Day 14: "Just hold on." (Yu Narukami x Reader)🎃
Spoilers: Final boss fight
You stand in front of Narukami, who was laying on the ground. The area that you two both are in is filled with fog. It seems like this is the end. Izanami is far too strong for us. But you know that Narukami, and he is going to overcome that struggle. He just needs that little pick me up right now. You kneel down, "C'mon Yu...I know you can do it. You were able to save your friends and Nanako. You are the most powerful member. Probably because you can wield multiple personas." You softly chuckled, "You helped so many people, including me. You've helped me to being more comfortable on talking to other people and to accept myself on who I am and not to be ashamed of myself. I am sure that other people who you helped are cheering you on right now." You stand up, and you smile,"Besides, I know you are too determined to lose. Remember Yu, I believe in you. I love you and...
just hold on..."
As frightened as you, of being alive
Pronto estaré subiendo más 💙💚 ×Mili×
Someone: 1D has broken up they've released solos stop being delusional that they'll come back. Me *watching the vid* : What are you talking about?
flare / water inhalation / just hold on (feed me poison, fill me ‘til I drown.)
The flare was merely a distraction, and one that Jet felt doubly incensed about falling prey to given the fact that he'd been blinded and blindsided in a situation many years before. Of course, everyone with sight was vulnerable to bright lights so it's not like this bounty had gleaned a weakness about Jet specifically. The fact that his arm was already artificial was surprisingly a saving grace even if the flare going off at his elbow had unhinged the joint to a point where his arm was entirely useless. If he'd been flesh and bone there, he would have been a mess of blood and pain writhing on the dock. As it was, he was furious as he tried to blindly fight back with his good arm. The bounty had the benefit of sight and all his limbs working, so Jet wasn't entirely caught off guard by the way a strong blow landed across his jaw and knocked him reeling backwards.
Reeling backwards and suddenly without anything under his feet.
The water closed overhead as he dropped into the sea with flailing limbs - all the ones that could currently flail, that is - and tried to close his mouth as soon as he registered the fact that he was being submerged. His brain had caught up to the situation a moment or two after his body was embroiled in it, though, and that meant that he sucked in a hearty surge of sea water in his hasty attempt at drawing a breath of air before going completely under.
Normally he was a strong swimmer, but normally he had the full use of both limbs even if one wasn't real. Normally he wasn't disoriented and unsure if he was right side up or upside down. Where was the surface? Where were the pilings of the dock? How long could he flounder here in the dark depths while simultaneously choking from water inhalation?
His vision, only barely returned and blurry, was beginning to dim by the time he felt something grabbing hold of the back of his collar and yanking him. It could be a siren dragging him soundlessly out to sea for all he cared at that point. Feed me poison 'til I drown... Water, one of the cornerstones of life itself, could be just as lethal as anything else.
A voice - a man's voice, though he supposed sirens could be male too - was shouting at him as they broached the choppy surface of the harbor.
"Just hold on!"
Hold on to what? Hold on to who? Maybe the man was talking to himself. Jet coughed and choked and spluttered and waited to die.
And then there was someone above him - he was ashore somehow - and a bedraggled toothpick of a man in dark waterlogged clothing was repeatedly bringing his fists down on Jet's chest. What was this? What was happening?
Forcibly, he was rolled onto his side and the man smacked his back with just as much ferocity as he had banged on his chest. Jet would have bruises on both side for days if he survived this assault. And then suddenly he was vomiting forcibly. What felt like liter after liter of salty water poured from his mouth and nose. He spewed and gagged and eventually drew a ragged breath and then the man was laughing. Hell, Jet felt like laughing too.
"You put up a good fight, old man," The man said. "Even though I saved your life... I'll still split that bounty with you. Seventy-thirty, in my favor. I'm the one who bagged him after he knocked you in the drink after all. Team effort though, you tired him out initially. He was easy pickings after that. Good thing too, or I might not have gotten to you in time."
"You... little... braggart..." Jet rasped. "Fifty-fifty." He countered then, coughing weakly.
The man grinned down at him and pushed a hand through his sopping wet green hair to get some of the curls plastered across his forehead out of his eyes.
"Sixty-forty for this one. Fifty-fifty for whatever ones come next?"
Jet laughed then, painful as it was with his lungs still trying to recover. "All right... stringbean... got yourself a deal."
The man chuckled too. "Better than that. Got myself a partner. Name's Spike by the way. Now shut up and concentrate on remembering how to breathe, old timer."