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WELCOME VERONA!
Since the rest of gang are doing introductory posts, I decided one was needed for thecapuletjuliet!
FIRST OF ALL!
This account, thecapuletjuliet, is an RP blog that's part of an entire Romeo & Juliet blog web. This mini blog universe consists of:
@urfavmontague
@romeonotexiled
@tybaltcapuletsblog
and @county-paris !!!
Now that we've cleared that up, let's tackle the biggest fish we have to fry.... ME!!!
THECAPULETJULIET:
ABOUT:
This account, thecapuletjuliet, is an RP blog of Juliet Capulet from Shakespeare's Romeo & Juliet. Shoutout to all my Billy Shakespeare fans... I gotchu bro.
The admin of this account is @scremmurrejones , a page that is dry and desolate and void of all life! Over on that page is random, unimportant content and is not active at all because I'm not a devout tumblrer. You can refer to me, the admin, as Murphy, who uses any and all pronouns you wanna. ANYWAYS.
RP BLOG ETIQUETTE:
Asks: Ask Juliet Capulet any question about her or her situation you desire! Also feel free to ask the admin of this account anything, as long as you specify it's OOC (eg. "ooc question: blah blah")!
Generalized Interacting: Comment and reblog what you wish, as you wish. You can find the other R&J characters occasionally reblogging and interacting with the posts as well!
DO NOT'S ❌: Thou shan't NSFW nor politics in asks, comments, or reblogs! Remember, Juliet is a 13/14 year old. She is a child, and should be treated as such as canon-compliant as you can! The only people she will be interacting with romantically and semi-romantically will be Romeo and Paris. The Paris part is simply because she has to. Sorry Paris.
Do not bring real world politics into this account! It is unrelated to Juliet and the fair city of Verona. If you bring up anything in terms of the world Juliet lives in it should be regarding Verona, Italy. Feel free to ask her thoughts on Verona or the prince, but not anything above her pay grade.
SIDE NOTES:
"Murphy, O fair ruler of thecapuletjuliet, why is Juliet's tumblr page so much less serious than the rest of its RP blog peers?"
Well, I'm gonna be real! I'm not a big Romeo & Juliet lover. My favourite Shakespeare play is The Merchant of Venice. I'm also not a very serious person in nature, and don't care much for making a super-accurate super-in-character page for Juliet, especially considering we don't know a lot about her personality wholly outside of anything relating to Romeo. My take on Juliet in this RP blog is more juvenile, especially since she's literally a teen girl. What I'm gonna portray is a more slice-of-life, mildly unhinged little Julie. Still Juliet, but as immature as you might expect your average 13/14 year old to be. It's literally Juliet Capulet if she had Tumblr. If that's not your jam I apologize, and please feel free to make your French Exit.
"Wait, so does that mean you're going to forsake Shakespeare on this blog?!?!"
Nah. I'm gonna be whipping out the Shakespearean where I see fit, interacting with the rest of the cast as you would expect, and whatever. Just don't expect Juliet to be 100% straight from the script. 🔥🔥
'Tis all, everybody!
I sincerely hope you enjoy whatever comes of this account. ❤️
See you in Verona 😈
Couldn't pass up that Avatar reference
settle this for me once and for all
is “chai” a TYPE of tea??! bc in Hindi/Urdu, the word chai just means tea
update: there was one comment at the bottom and their profile picture was of dean. and she just said “they’re fit, aren’t they?”. and I had to explain that it was an actor and not just some ‘fit’ dude who apparently liked my writing
My mum just asked to read some of my writing, even after I explicitly stated it was fan fiction. Wish me luck
The corrupted soul from the white door has a mouth. It means other ones in rusty lake have, too.
They have mouth all this time!!!
I just like...want Taehyung to just like pound me. And like...never stop?
These Wailord fusions remind me of Cobra Commander.
COBRA!!!!! (Cue whale noises.)
Someone you don't have to hide your 'weird true-self' from>>>>
like if ur a freaky gyal and into pet stuff and i’m not not gonna judge BUT A MUZZLE ?!
i genuinely looked at that fanart like:
gosh if i took a shot for the amount of times miguel has been dehumanised i’d be a ranging alcoholic can y’all plz
Hot take feel free to look away 🌶️
But I try my hardest to not be overly critical but I'm gonna draw a GAPING LINE IN THE SAND at PUTTING A MUZZLE ON MIGUEL. 😩🛑✋🏽🚫 Whether in writing or art!
I'm sorry but stop stop stop stop!!!! Really unsettling TBH.....
i really have no idea what i did to get this recommendation
no more tiktok tonight i think
don't you hate it when you have potato soup cravings at 3:56 am and you have the will and urge to make it like you have never had the will to do something before but right now you cant find any potatoes it's like it's the great potato famine of 1845 spanning till 1849 in your kitchen and its just wow this is the perfect time to go to sleep forever because you were already struggling with poor sleep and like now you feel the meaning of life listening to pm seymour which you always thought it was seamore like sea more but no its this beautiful name and they (idk on pronouns) and they are talking about this site with gaud and pukicho and then suddenly it's tomorrow.
Prompt:
Person A dies single (they could have dated a few times if you want) and never have met their true love yet but fate has other plans even after death, instead of going to heaven or hell, Person A was sent to Person B's home (You could decide on what their lifestyle is). For a while Person A wonders why he's there. Then one day at some accident (You could decide the accident) they were able to keep Person B safe. It turns out Fate sent you there to be your soul mate's guardian angel.
Free Hugs
Katsuki coughed lightly as he was walking down the white halls of the hospital. Surprisingly -especially with his explosive personality and short temper- he’s currently working at a children’s hospital.
It may not be like him but he decided it so no further questions will be answered.
“Hey Doc!” A familiar called out, snapping Katsuki out of his own thoughts. He should stop thinking about work too much.
A gentle gaze crossed his face as he walked towards the wheel chair where the small voice called out to him a moment ago.
“Hey, there kiddo.” He said, squatting down to meet her level and ruffling her white hair.
Eri giggled, used to the blond at this point. Eri has been in the hospital for a few months now, because of her illness. Leukemia. And Katsuki is her appointed doctor.
The blond’s heart aches whenever he sees her, especially whenever see that precious smile of hers that seemed like she was one of god’s angels and had descended from the heavens.
The only thing is... she’s terribly sick, to the point she could barely walk by herself anymore, needing the help of a nurse to take her outside for her to get some fresh air.
This is one of the reasons Katsuki prefers to work at this hospital. To save the smiles of these kids, to save the future they’ll lose just cause of this bullshit illness they don’t deserve to have.
“Where have you been last week, doc?” She asked. Eri has changed a lot for the past months, a lot more open than she used to. She barely talked to anyone when she first came to the hospital. Often hiding behind her tired looking father that has bags under his eyes -Aizawa-, peeking shyly behind him and hiding completely when someone even looks at her.
“I met up with someone.” Katsuki answered, standing up gesturing the nurse -Tsuyu- that he’ll take over on taking her outside, to where Tsuyu agreed silently and left with a small smile on her face.
Everyone thinks the blond isn’t the kind of person that should be working in a hospital for children but after watching (cause no one would straight up work with him on the first day of work) the blond work one will no doubt think the blond is great at the job.
“Who did you meet up with?” She asked, being the curious little girl she is, as Katsuki started to push her chair to head outside.
“Just another doctor.” He answered. There’s nothing more that she needs to know anymore than that.
“Oh...” She said, although he knows she’s holding back to keep on pressing Katsuki. “Anyway, have you heard of Izuku?” she asked, changing the subject as she leaned her head back to look at the doctor.
“Izuku?”
“Yeah. He came here a couple of days ago. He’s really nice.” Eri said.
Izuku...
It’s been a while since he’s heard of that name...
But it isn’t him isn’t he?
It’s been years since he’s been in the slightest been in contact with the nerd. Not that he can after... a very rough childhood, of which he doesn’t have the right to face him. He hasn’t even seen him ever since they finished middle school. The greenette moved out soon after that and his mother barely had any contact with his contact.
“What does he look like?” Katsuki found himself asking, as they passed the doorway to the outside.
“Huh? Hm... well, he has curly green hair, there’s freckles on his cheeks and he gives out free hugs as well!” She said cheerily.
Free hugs? That’s new.
The nerd is cuddly that’s for sure, but he didn’t know the nerd would be so willing to hug anyone. And why do people say ‘free hugs?’ are hugs not given free? Does someone need to pay just to give hugs? Like seriously,..
“Ah! Hey, Izuku-nii-chan!” Eri shouted, waving an arm in the air to get the other’s attention.
Katsuki snapped out of his thoughts, looking up to see what Eri was calling to.
His eyes went wide as he eyes landed on a familiar figure, stopping in his tracks in the process, shock clearly in his face.
There he was, sitting on one of the benches, giving a warm hug to another young boy. A bright smile on his face looking at the boy as he pulled away and waving the boy goodbye as another nurse lead him back inside the hospital. As he heard Eri’s voice he turned to face Eri, prepared to give a wave but saw Katsuki, his eyes went wide as his emerald green orbs met with crimson red ones.
...
Deku...
Kacchan....
[i dont know if i’ll continue or not, depends and I might post it on archive... just might cause i aint sure. stay tuned]
Aaand scene!
Katsuki continued to just stare at the man sitting across from him and another person -an agent from the government- as he and the detective talked about some things about the recent case Katsuki was also a part of.
At least that’s what Katsuki knows that they are talking about.
His mind blocked everything out ever since the man across from him came in the room.
It was definitely out of his expectations.
He never even thought about this ever happening in his entire life time.
Deku is now in front of him again after who knows how long has it been.
It’s almost been a decade he thinks. The pro hero has never seen or heard from the greenette ever since middle school. Sure, their mothers are still good friends and Inko gets to have dinner with them from time to time but, not once has Izuku been with her.
Katsuki’s own mother told hiim not to bring Izuku up in any of their conversations -not that he wanted to talk about him anyway (way out of character in his mind and he is definitely not concerned by the nerd at all, yup, not at all).
He thought it was weird at first. Hell, it was weird through out everything. But he couldn’t take his mind of it.
Guess he knows why now.
Midoriya Izuku now sits across from him, a tired look on his face -a very tired look. Bloodshot eyes and dark bags under his eyes. Complexion pale as a ghost. A small scar -most probably from a blade- rested on the left side of his jaw. Even from where Katsuki was sitting, the blond could smell the faint scent of alcohol coming from the greenette.
He drinks? What the hell has he been doing?
Izuku even wore piercings in his ear and when he opened his mouth, Katsuki see another one resting on the tip of his mouth.
Does his mother approve of that? Katsuki doesn’t think so.
All through out the meeting Katsuki sat there in silence not knowing what to do, what to say, all he could do at the moment was think about whatever was right in front of him now was a dream or not.
The pro hero came to when it ended and Izuku stood to leave -same with the agent, but as of now Katsuki doesn’t care about him.
“Mind if you leave us for a second.”Katsuki spoke up finally to the agent without taking his gaze off of Izuku.
The agent was about to say something but Izuku cut him off. “What if I mind?” Izuku asked, brows furrowing slightly.
“Come on, Izuku, don’t give me that attitude.” Katsuki growled.
Izuku rolled his eyes. “You’re saying that as if you didn’t give me a shitty attitude when we were children.”
Okay.
There’s no way Katsuki could deny that one.
Katsuki pursed his lips together, clenched teeth underneath, trying hard not to lash out. He can do that now.... one way or another. At least he doesn’t just instantly screams at people now.
“It’s just a talk, what’s so wrong about it?” Katsuki asked.
“You of all people want to “talk?” Izuku raised an eyebrow. “Never thought that’s a phrase that’ll come out of your mouth.”
“Deku...” Katsuki growled lowly, his patience nearing its end. As the air of the room started to get heavy the agent thought it was best for him to leave the room silently -mostly because hhe doesn’t want to be in the blond’s range if he did started to blowing things up.
He values his life and well being very much.
“Aaand there’s that old nickname, thought it was weird you started using my name over there. Thought something possessed you or something.” Izuku said with a sarcastic tone.
A vein popped in Katsuki head, expression changing to a full scowl.
I think you’re the one possessed.
“What the hell happened to you?” The blond asked, preferring to just get things in track rather than start to scream and start punching something.
Izuku’s expression darkened, eyes narrowin dark green boring into red.
“Why do you care?” Izuku said lowly.
“Is that a problem too?”
“Yes, cause you never cared about anything else other than yourself.” Izuku answered, hardly even thinking about it before he said it. “Much less if it’s me.” He added.
Fuck.
That was a hard blow.
But he changed. Katsuki is better than he was back at middle school, actually if he could he wants to go back to that time and take all the things he did back, to apologize, to make things better.
And maybe -just maybe- things wouldd be different right now. Maybe Izuku won’t turn out like this. Maybe Izuku would be doing better. Maybe Katsuki and Izuku would be in better terms. Maybe they would have been good friends until now.
That wouldn’t happen.
The bridge is already destroyed to bits, it won’t be fixed anymore.
“Deku...” Katsuki called out softly, his feeling was shifted from anger to regret.
“Katsuki...” He called back, the same low, angered tone in his voice.
The two remained styaed there, in complate silence just looking at each other, Izuku’s eyes looking directly at Katsuki’s eyes, looking if he’ll say anything else.
Izuku sighed then standing from his seat. “You don’t have to know jack shit about me, isn’t worth shit anyway even to me. And please, you don’t have to talk to me during this whole shit. Just carry on with your life, don’t mind a shitty extra like me.” He said before turning around to head to the door.
Katsuki stood immediately. “Deku, wait.”
And Izuku was out the door without a word.
Damn it.
[sorry about this. just wanted to do this scene even though i don’t have a good plot to put it in i just have to get this out of my system. don’t mind this shit.]
“All Because of Lilacs...”
Giyu wandered through the forest in a daze. His eyes empty, his mind elsewhere than the road he was currently on. He doesn’t know what he is thinking about actually. Even his mind just wanders elsewhere to the point he himself can’t seem to catch up to it.
The only thing he could grasp in his mind was the place his feet are currently bringing him to. He’s been there too many times already that even he’s blindfolded and had his hands tied at his back, he’ll still be able to go there.
Not that he wants to go there anyway.
He didn’t like that place, even though she’s there.
He sighed, filled with sadness and grief heavy on his chest. It won’t go away anytime soon.
Giyu’s empty blue eyes stayed locked straight ahead. His feet will turn when he needs to anyway.
He walked a couple more steps, before he noticed something in the corner of his eye.
A bush of lilacs…
He must be almost there then since he found the bush already. Giyu always finds this bush here when on his way to her. And when he finds this bush…
Giyu reaches out to take a small handful of lilacs, like he always does. Since he knows she love this flower. This flower will make her happy. But before he can even get a single petal a hand stopped him, holding tightly on to his wrist. His eyes widened in shock turning to face the one who was holding him.
“Oh my, oh my….” Giyu heard as he turned his head towards the voice, the voice was so soft, so smooth, so gentle, so it was a girl holding him down? How? Her grip isn’t like any woman he has met before. “I see… so you’re the one who’s been stealing my flowers.” She says, even though her tone was sweet and gentle, a hint of irritation was still found in her voice.
Giyu’s eyes finally landed on her, if his eyes can still go any larger it would happen right now. The woman before him had short hair tied to the back of her head with a butterfly hairpiece. Her eyes were deceptively soft and kind but Giyu could see the hint of anger in those gorgeous violet orbs of hers. A small smile was on her lips as well.
If Giyu thinks about it, if it was anyone else, they probably have thought this woman wasn’t angry, but Giyu noticed it.
“…ello… hello~…” The woman before him said, snapping him out of his thoughts.
Giyu blinked a few times like he was suddenly transported here or something. “What…?” He said as if he was lost.
“Mind telling me why you have been taking my flowers?” She asked. Giyu probably imagined the emphasis there. Probably. Giyu couldn’t answer. He just couldn’t.
It hurts too much to talk about it. To remember it. Sadly, he always remembers it.
The woman looked at him, scanning his expression, only seeing hurt and sadness in those eyes. His eyes looked so… empty… She wonders what happened for him to have those eyes.
“Well, if you can’t tell me, then I guess I have to come with you.” she said as she lets go of his wrist. Giyu almost forgot that she was holding on to his wrist.
“What? Why?” Giyu asked as his eyes followed Shinobu while she walked towards the direction where he usually go. Does she know where he’s going? How?
“I have to know of course, to whom you give those flowers. You better give them to a beautiful woman or else.” She said in a slightly threatening tone but mostly its more of a playful one. The smile on her fae unwavering as she walked.
A beautiful woman? What is she talking about?
“Come on, tell me where you go with my flowers.” She said, glancing over her shoulder towards Giyu before looking forward once more. Giyu narrowed his eyes curiously, having a hard time figuring out the woman walking away, the woman who’s walking where he usually walks.
It takes him a moment before he looked at the bush of lilacs once more and taking a small handful before running up to the woman. This time it doesn’t seem like she’s angry with him taking the flowers with him. They walked in silence for a while, Giyu finding himself lost in his thoughts once more, not anymore minding that this time there was someone else with him as he walked towards his destination, letting his feet bring him there.
Giyu always finds himself lost in his thoughts whenever he walks. His mind is always filled with her beside him as they walked through the forest hand in hand, with smiles on their faces. Talking chattering without a care in the world.
“What’s your name?” The woman asks, pulling Giyu out of his thoughts once more. Giyu gave her a sidelong glance.
“Isn’t it polite for someone to introduce themselves first before asking another person’s name?” Giyu asked, bluntly, without a hint of realization that he came off a bit rude to the woman.
The woman’s eye twitched slightly; she could feel that a vein almost popped in her head for a second there but the smile on her face didn’t waver. “Forgive me,” she said in a slightly irritated tone laced in her voice. “My name Shinobu Kocho, but you can call me Shinobu. Your name is?” Shinobu asked once more, still irritated but she doesn’t let it show… at least that much.
“Giyu Tomioka, nice to meet you.” He said.
Finally. Shinobu thought, while she quietly sighed out her irritation towards the man. Not all of it though.
“Would you tell me something about her? She’s gotta be a great woman for you to continuously shower her with my lilacs.” She asked nicely. It takes a lot out of her to sound kind, especially towards someone who constantly picks her precious lilacs in the mornings, not that she doesn’t like sharing it’s just that she doesn’t appreciate that it’s taken without any warning first.
How does she know about her? Did she follow him to her? Then why is she still asking about her then? Why does she still need me to bring her there? Giyu asked himself, his thoughts spiraling even more with each question leaving him confused even more.
“She is a great woman…” He managed to get out somehow without using that word.
Shinobu studied his expression, wondering why the man had that expression on his face. Was he heartbroken? Was he rejected and still trying to have her -whoever it is- love? Or perhaps she was promised to another? Those happens often nowadays, especially if one’s parents wants their child to be with a rich man, but Giyu here looks like a fine man himself. His style is a bit… weird per say -is splitting 2 coats in half and sewing them together a trend? – but the cloth itself seems luxurious.
“Is she important to you?” Shinobu asked.
“Of course, she is,” He said as his mind slipped into the memory of them on the dinner table, eating as they chatted what happened in each other’s day, often joking about it especially her. How she giggled as she reached out to get a piece of rice on his cheek as they ate. “The most important one in my life…” Giyu’s voice trailed off softly as he added. Giyu himself didn’t even notice the faint smile he had on his face as he recalled the memory in his head.
Shinobu’s eyes widened a little as she saw the man smiled.
He must really care about her for him to have that look on his face.
She wonders what she’ll do when she sees this woman, maybe she’ll tell this woman how much Giyu cares about her, let her hear how much the man thinks about her, let her realize the man’s feelings. Maybe then the man would stop to constantly take her precious lilacs in her garden in the mornings he walks by to go to her.
“We’re here.” Giyu announces, snapping Shinobu out of her thoughts this time, as they went up the small cliff.
Shinobu expected to be on a girl’s home, or somewhere Giyu and this girl to meet up in secret or something.
She never expected to arrive at a grave…
Tsutako Tomioka… his… sister? He was talking about his sister?
Shinobu remained where she stood, frozen and shocked, while Giyu walked up to it, kneeling down on one knee as he placed the lilacs along with the pile he had been placing for literally days, some of the lilacs were withered, some were still fresh, some were already losing it’s petals and flying away with the wind.
“Hey, sis.” Giyu greeted, a small sad smile on his face. A part of him still wishing that she would somehow respond to him like he always wished every time he visits his sister.
Then it was silence, only the sound of the wind blowing fills the air.
“It was your sister?” Shinobu asked, still shocked. So it wasn’t a woman, so he wasn’t saddened by rejection or that she was promised to another, it was because she passed away… how could she not have noticed?
“Yeah,” Giyu turned his head to look at Shinobu. “I thought you knew that already?” He said, raising an eyebrow towards her.
“I didn’t know it was your sister. I thought it was a woman that you’re in love with or something.” Shinobu said, her voice almost like a yell, s small frown on her face.
Why did she think it was a woman? Why didn’t he realize that he was mourning from loss and not grieving for his broken heart?
Maybe she has to lay off the romance novels she’s been reading lately.
“A woman?” Giyu frowned in confusion.
Shinobu sighed, shaking her head lightly. “Nevermind that.” She said as she walked towards the grave slowly, squatting down next to Giyu as she looked at the grave.
“When did she pass away?” Shinobu asked, as Giyu looked back to the grave and sat down, his legs crossed together.
“Last year,” he said, his voice lacing with anger when he did. “She… she was murdered…” Giyu said, gritting his teeth when he did, his fist clenching as he did. They haven’t caught the person responsible for this, he hasn’t caught the person responsible for this. There is one thing for sure when he finds the person…
He’ll make this person suffer like hell.
Shinobu looks at him, studying the expressions the man is making, the anger that he emits just from his gaze as he looked onto his sister’s grave as if he was looking at the murderer of his sister.
Shinobu gets that feeling. She gets that feeling very well. The anger of one’s love being taken from them.
After all, she too has lost her beloved sister. All because of a murderer
Their beloved sister they cared about the most in their lives when they didn’t have anyone else. The anger of knowing that the murderer of their sisters is still out there, probably taking someone else’s love one.
Shinobu still has that anger inside of her, she might not show it -her sister said she loved her smile and she intends to keep that smile for her sister- but that anger hadn’t been burned out, actually it burned brighter, growing bigger each day the man responsible for her sister’s death has not been caught, not in a cell, not executed for his crime.
“I know that feeling,” Shinobu said, she was still grieving as well, even though it was almost 2 years ago when it happened. “I know that feeling very well… but you know,” Shinobu looked at the man sitting beside her. “Your sister won’t be happy you keep on being like this, only crying on her tomb, cursing to the person who have taken her from you.”
“I think your sister wants you to move on, to carry on with your life, to lead a life with success and happiness not moping around aimlessly like a zombie. I’m not saying you should forget about her,” She said, when Giyu was opening his mouth to say something to retaliate at her. “I’m saying that you should think about what your sister wants you to be, with her memory, with the joy and love that she showered you.”
Giyu’s eyes widened as she recalled her smiles, those oh so gentle smiles as they talked, how she joked of how Giyu would one day have a wife and children of his own and that he’ll forget about his dear sister all dramatic but GIyu quick to answer that there is no way in hell that he’ll forget about her.
How could he?
She was just too precious to forget for even a single second.
A tear dropped from Giyu’s eye without his knowing until it landed on his fist, the man flinched slightly as he looked at the tear on his fist, his vision blurring immediately as more tears rushed out of him. For a moment he wanted it to stop -he knows he’s already been crying too much for the past months and most especially the first few months his sister passed away- but then he gave up letting the tears come out, letting the pain, the grief out as Shinobu pulled him in for a hug, letting him cry on to her shoulder.
Moments passed, none of thme have spoken a word as Shinobu let him cry his heart out. She did that once too, when her sister passed away and found that little diary her sister has been keeping, and read what her sister wants her to be. How her sister wishes that she’ll have a family with her husband and children and watch over them like their parents would have but passed away due to the epidemic that happened.
She cried that day, only then she didn’t have a shoulder to cry on.
And she doesn’t intend for the man to have none as well.
More moments passed and Giyu’s sobs quieted down. Slowly they both pulled away from each other, Giyu’s eyes were red and puffy as he looked onto Shinobu’s gentle violet ones.
“Are you okay now?” She asked softly.
“No,” Giyu answered, Shinobu frowning slightly as she opened her mouth to say something. “But I think I know what I should do now, at least,” He turned his head to his sister’s grave once more “I know what my sister thinks she wants me to do.”
The words on Shinobu’s mouth died, eyes widening a fraction before she smiled gently and stood up.
“That’s good,” she said as he patted her clothes for any dust that may have got on her. “Would you care in joining me to some lilac tea?” She asked.
After all this happened all because of her lilacs…
Giyu wandered through the forest in a daze. His eyes empty, his mind elsewhere than the road he was currently on. He doesn’t know what he is thinking about actually. Even his mind just wanders elsewhere to the point he himself can’t seem to catch up to it.
The only thing he could grasp in his mind was the place his feet are currently bringing him to. He’s been there too many times already that even he’s blindfolded and had his hands tied at his back, he’ll still be able to go there.
Not that he wants to go there anyway.
He didn’t like that place, even though she’s there.
He sighed, filled with sadness and grief heavy on his chest. It won’t go away anytime soon.
Giyu’s empty blue eyes stayed locked straight ahead. His feet will turn when he needs to anyway.
He walked a couple more steps, before he noticed something in the corner of his eye.
A bush of lilacs…
He must be almost there then since he found the bush already. Giyu always finds this bush here when on his way to her. And when he finds this bush…
Giyu reaches out to take a small handful of lilacs, like he always does. Since he knows she love this flower. This flower will make her happy. But before he can even get a single petal a hand stopped him, holding tightly on to his wrist. His eyes widened in shock turning to face the one who was holding him.
“Oh my, oh my….” Giyu heard as he turned his head towards the voice, the voice was so soft, so smooth, so gentle, so it was a girl holding him down? How? Her grip isn’t like any woman he has met before. “I see… so you’re the one who’s been stealing my flowers.” She says, even though her tone was sweet and gentle, a hint of irritation was still found in her voice.
Giyu’s eyes finally landed on her, if his eyes can still go any larger it would happen right now. The woman before him had short hair tied to the back of her head with a butterfly hairpiece. Her eyes were deceptively soft and kind but Giyu could see the hint of anger in those gorgeous violet orbs of hers. A small smile was on her lips as well.
If Giyu thinks about it, if it was anyone else, they probably have thought this woman wasn’t angry, but Giyu noticed it.
“…ello… hello~…” The woman before him said, snapping him out of his thoughts.
Giyu blinked a few times like he was suddenly transported here or something. “What…?” He said as if he was lost.
“Mind telling me why you have been taking my flowers?” She asked. Giyu probably imagined the emphasis there. Probably. Giyu couldn’t answer. He just couldn’t.
It hurts too much to talk about it. To remember it. Sadly, he always remembers it.
The woman looked at him, scanning his expression, only seeing hurt and sadness in those eyes. His eyes looked so… empty… She wonders what happened for him to have those eyes.
“Well, if you can’t tell me, then I guess I have to come with you.” she said as she lets go of his wrist. Giyu almost forgot that she was holding on to his wrist.
“What? Why?” Giyu asked as his eyes followed Shinobu while she walked towards the direction where he usually go. Does she know where he’s going? How?
“I have to know of course, to whom you give those flowers. You better give them to a beautiful woman or else.” She said in a slightly threatening tone but mostly its more of a playful one. The smile on her fae unwavering as she walked.
A beautiful woman? What is she talking about?
“Come on, tell me where you go with my flowers.” She said, glancing over her shoulder towards Giyu before looking forward once more. Giyu narrowed his eyes curiously, having a hard time figuring out the woman walking away, the woman who’s walking where he usually walks.
It takes him a moment before he looked at the bush of lilacs once more and taking a small handful before running up to the woman. This time it doesn’t seem like she’s angry with him taking the flowers with him. They walked in silence for a while, Giyu finding himself lost in his thoughts once more, not anymore minding that this time there was someone else with him as he walked towards his destination, letting his feet bring him there.
Giyu always finds himself lost in his thoughts whenever he walks. His mind is always filled with her beside him as they walked through the forest hand in hand, with smiles on their faces. Talking chattering without a care in the world.
“What’s your name?” The woman asks, pulling Giyu out of his thoughts once more. Giyu gave her a sidelong glance.
“Isn’t it polite for someone to introduce themselves first before asking another person’s name?” Giyu asked, bluntly, without a hint of realization that he came off a bit rude to the woman.
The woman’s eye twitched slightly; she could feel that a vein almost popped in her head for a second there but the smile on her face didn’t waver. “Forgive me,” she said in a slightly irritated tone laced in her voice. “My name Shinobu Kocho, but you can call me Shinobu. Your name is?” Shinobu asked once more, still irritated but she doesn’t let it show… at least that much.
“Giyu Tomioka, nice to meet you.” He said.
Finally. Shinobu thought, while she quietly sighed out her irritation towards the man. Not all of it though.
“Would you tell me something about her? She’s gotta be a great woman for you to continuously shower her with my lilacs.” She asked nicely. It takes a lot out of her to sound kind, especially towards someone who constantly picks her precious lilacs in the mornings, not that she doesn’t like sharing it’s just that she doesn’t appreciate that it’s taken without any warning first.
How does she know about her? Did she follow him to her? Then why is she still asking about her then? Why does she still need me to bring her there? Giyu asked himself, his thoughts spiraling even more with each question leaving him confused even more.
“She is a great woman…” He managed to get out somehow without using that word.
Shinobu studied his expression, wondering why the man had that expression on his face. Was he heartbroken? Was he rejected and still trying to have her -whoever it is- love? Or perhaps she was promised to another? Those happens often nowadays, especially if one’s parents wants their child to be with a rich man, but Giyu here looks like a fine man himself. His style is a bit… weird per say -is splitting 2 coats in half and sewing them together a trend? – but the cloth itself seems luxurious.
“Is she important to you?” Shinobu asked.
“Of course, she is,” He said as his mind slipped into the memory of them on the dinner table, eating as they chatted what happened in each other’s day, often joking about it especially her. How she giggled as she reached out to get a piece of rice on his cheek as they ate. “The most important one in my life…” Giyu’s voice trailed off softly as he added. Giyu himself didn’t even notice the faint smile he had on his face as he recalled the memory in his head.
Shinobu’s eyes widened a little as she saw the man smiled.
He must really care about her for him to have that look on his face.
She wonders what she’ll do when she sees this woman, maybe she’ll tell this woman how much Giyu cares about her, let her hear how much the man thinks about her, let her realize the man’s feelings. Maybe then the man would stop to constantly take her precious lilacs in her garden in the mornings he walks by to go to her.
“We’re here.” Giyu announces, snapping Shinobu out of her thoughts this time, as they went up the small cliff.
Shinobu expected to be on a girl’s home, or somewhere Giyu and this girl to meet up in secret or something.
She never expected to arrive at a grave…
Tsutako Tomioka… his… sister? He was talking about his sister?
Shinobu remained where she stood, frozen and shocked, while Giyu walked up to it, kneeling down on one knee as he placed the lilacs along with the pile he had been placing for literally days, some of the lilacs were withered, some were still fresh, some were already losing it’s petals and flying away with the wind.
“Hey, sis.” Giyu greeted, a small sad smile on his face. A part of him still wishing that she would somehow respond to him like he always wished every time he visits his sister.
Then it was silence, only the sound of the wind blowing fills the air.
“It was your sister?” Shinobu asked, still shocked. So it wasn’t a woman, so he wasn’t saddened by rejection or that she was promised to another, it was because she passed away… how could she not have noticed?
“Yeah,” Giyu turned his head to look at Shinobu. “I thought you knew that already?” He said, raising an eyebrow towards her.
“I didn’t know it was your sister. I thought it was a woman that you’re in love with or something.” Shinobu said, her voice almost like a yell, s small frown on her face.
Why did she think it was a woman? Why didn’t he realize that he was mourning from loss and not grieving for his broken heart?
Maybe she has to lay off the romance novels she’s been reading lately.
“A woman?” Giyu frowned in confusion.
Shinobu sighed, shaking her head lightly. “Nevermind that.” She said as she walked towards the grave slowly, squatting down next to Giyu as she looked at the grave.
“When did she pass away?” Shinobu asked, as Giyu looked back to the grave and sat down, his legs crossed together.
“Last year,” he said, his voice lacing with anger when he did. “She… she was murdered…” Giyu said, gritting his teeth when he did, his fist clenching as he did. They haven’t caught the person responsible for this, he hasn’t caught the person responsible for this. There is one thing for sure when he finds the person…
He’ll make this person suffer like hell.
Shinobu looks at him, studying the expressions the man is making, the anger that he emits just from his gaze as he looked onto his sister’s grave as if he was looking at the murderer of his sister.
Shinobu gets that feeling. She gets that feeling very well. The anger of one’s love being taken from them.
After all, she too has lost her beloved sister. All because of a murderer
Their beloved sister they cared about the most in their lives when they didn’t have anyone else. The anger of knowing that the murderer of their sisters is still out there, probably taking someone else’s love one.
Shinobu still has that anger inside of her, she might not show it -her sister said she loved her smile and she intends to keep that smile for her sister- but that anger hadn’t been burned out, actually it burned brighter, growing bigger each day the man responsible for her sister’s death has not been caught, not in a cell, not executed for his crime.
“I know that feeling,” Shinobu said, she was still grieving as well, even though it was almost 2 years ago when it happened. “I know that feeling very well… but you know,” Shinobu looked at the man sitting beside her. “Your sister won’t be happy you keep on being like this, only crying on her tomb, cursing to the person who have taken her from you.”
“I think your sister wants you to move on, to carry on with your life, to lead a life with success and happiness not moping around aimlessly like a zombie. I’m not saying you should forget about her,” She said, when Giyu was opening his mouth to say something to retaliate at her. “I’m saying that you should think about what your sister wants you to be, with her memory, with the joy and love that she showered you.”
Giyu’s eyes widened as she recalled her smiles, those oh so gentle smiles as they talked, how she joked of how Giyu would one day have a wife and children of his own and that he’ll forget about his dear sister all dramatic but GIyu quick to answer that there is no way in hell that he’ll forget about her.
How could he?
She was just too precious to forget for even a single second.
A tear dropped from Giyu’s eye without his knowing until it landed on his fist, the man flinched slightly as he looked at the tear on his fist, his vision blurring immediately as more tears rushed out of him. For a moment he wanted it to stop -he knows he’s already been crying too much for the past months and most especially the first few months his sister passed away- but then he gave up letting the tears come out, letting the pain, the grief out as Shinobu pulled him in for a hug, letting him cry on to her shoulder.
Moments passed, none of thme have spoken a word as Shinobu let him cry his heart out. She did that once too, when her sister passed away and found that little diary her sister has been keeping, and read what her sister wants her to be. How her sister wishes that she’ll have a family with her husband and children and watch over them like their parents would have but passed away due to the epidemic that happened.
She cried that day, only then she didn’t have a shoulder to cry on.
And she doesn’t intend for the man to have none as well.
More moments passed and Giyu’s sobs quieted down. Slowly they both pulled away from each other, Giyu’s eyes were red and puffy as he looked onto Shinobu’s gentle violet ones.
“Are you okay now?” She asked softly.
“No,” Giyu answered, Shinobu frowning slightly as she opened her mouth to say something. “But I think I know what I should do now, at least,” He turned his head to his sister’s grave once more “I know what my sister thinks she wants me to do.”
The words on Shinobu’s mouth died, eyes widening a fraction before she smiled gently and stood up.
“That’s good,” she said as he patted her clothes for any dust that may have got on her. “Would you care in joining me to some lilac tea?” She asked.
After all this happened all because of her lilacs…
[sorry if they are not in character too much, new to the fandom you see, not a good writer at that so sorry.]
[and sorry if the plot is all over the place, my mind is all over the place as well]
This is something I’m still working on. Very vague and confusing and plain, if you’ve read the one I posted on archive this isn’t the sequel to that. but if you want to read this and you want it to make sense (like how they met and shit like that) then click THIS if you want to read it. Im posting this so I can get other people’s opinion on this, so to whoever is reading this please give me your ideas and criticism about my shitty writing skills.
Again this is just a DRAFT not a sequel.
It’s been ten minutes since Izuku last turn the page on the book he was reading. His mind was elsewhere. Where you ask? Nothing much… Just the ticking sound from the clock, the sound of the piano from the speakers he usually plays whenever he reads a book and…
The venomous uncomfortable glare he receives from a pair of crimson red eyes from behind him. He’s used to glares, as someone who’s in the mafia –the next head at that- he’s used to glares, the kind that wants you dead by their hands, though unlucky for them they’re dead before they got the chance to. But this one, this one cannot kill him no matter how much he wanted.
Not that he couldn’t –he totally can do it, according to the information that was gathered- but he won’t. He won’t if he doesn’t want to die.
Izuku sighed as he looked back to the man standing behind him, by the door of his room, standing guard by the orders of his over protective, doting father despite knowing he can handle it by himself no problem.
Emerald eyes met with crimson ones, one was calm and unfazed while the other was murderous and extremely cautious. It’s been almost 2 weeeks since the blond became his bodyguard along with the other two –their names were Eijiro and Denki, they were nice honestly he prefers those two, they’re really nice unlike this angry Pomeranian.
The blond looked like he was cautious of him. Overly cautious of him, but why? Is it because he’s the son of the boss of the family? Not likely, most people suck up to him to get a better standing in the family. Is it about that weird ability his father told him about the blond? The thing about knowing someone’s danger level by looking at them?
Well, doesn’t hurt to ask right?
“Katsuki,” Izuku called out, the blond flinching slightly by the sudden call after the stare off they did for a moment. “Why are you so cautious of me?” Izuku asked straight to the point.
“Hah?” He said, confused.
“You’re cautious of me, why?” Izuku repeated. Good thing he has a good temper, or else he wouldn’t even bothered to repeat himself. He should be thankful he’s part of the family.
Katsuki didn’t respond, more like thinking of what to say or maybe he doesn’t know what to say, Izuku waited, the blond definitely knows better than to ignore the next head.
“I don’t get it.” Katsuki finally said, no longer meeting Isuku’s eyes, head hanging low and his fist clenching. Izuku raised a brow, he notices the annoyance in his tone, but still the greenette remains quiet waiting for the answer he wants.
“I don’t get how the fuck a freckled face nerdy ass spoiled brat like you be a fucking ten!” Exclaimed Katsuki, meeting Izuku’s eyes now Izuku can clearly see it was not only caution but also frustration in his eyes.
Is being a ten big of a thing?
Izuku raised a brow, clearly confused about what Katsuki was saying but still offended by what Katsuki has described him as.
“That’s judgemental of you.” Izuku said, rolling his eyes as he did. There are times when he appreciates that people think he’s weak –a lot of things go his way faster- and there are times of course it’s annoying. Reminds him of the other heads doubting him, hmm, wonder what can give them fear…
“It’s called honesty, idiot, and I’m honest to a fault.” Katsuki said as a matter a factly.
“Sure.” Izuku said in a dead panned tone. “Anyway, is being a ten that big of deal?” he asked, gesturing Katsuki can come near him, his neck is starting to hurt.
“Hell yeah it’s a big fucking deal.” Katsuki said as he walked cloer, now looking down on the greenette who was still sitting on the couch, he wasn’t exactly sure what the fuck does the nerd means when he gestured him to come closer but he knows he’s not supposed to sit down, he’s still on guard duty and all. Not that he wants to sit down with him anyway.
“Why?” Izuku asked, the blond is seriously making his neck hurt, and it’s starting to irritate him. “It’s not like I’m the only one that got a ten you know.” He asked with a raised brow.
“That’s the thing dumbass,” Katsuki said through gritted teeth.
“You’re the only ten I’ve ever seen in my entire fucking life.”