A Girl Worth Fighting For : Ushijima Wakatoshi
You stared in horror at the scene in front of you.
What was once a beautiful village teeming with life, was now just the remnants of wooden supports, and every step taken forward crunched with freshly fallen snow covered in grey ash.
Ushijima, positioned at the front of the group, looked back at the others. "Search for survivors!“ He ordered.
You watched everyone move around you, your entire world revolving around a small object on the ground not to far from you. The snow and something more sin sinister snapped underneath your tread until you had picked it up. It was a homemade rag doll, with a beautiful silk cloth dress and buttons for eyes. You stroked back the dolls hair, horse hair, and clutched it tighter in your hand.
"I don’t understand,” You turned to see Ushijima beside you, looking over the wreckage of the town. His voice too quiet for the man he was. “My father should have been here. He would have never allowed this to happen."
You clutched the doll tighter as your heart sunk in your chest, while Ushijima tore his eyes from the ash to you. You felt safe under his gaze, and you hardly noticed when he took the hand that was holding the doll, and slowly pulled it from your grasp.
Still holding your hand, he looked down at it, straightening the dress and brushing the hair and ash from the doll. He paused, fingers stroking gently over the silk.
He looked up and back at you, his eyes filled with an emotion you hadn’t seen before. Unfamiliar. He squeezed you hand and straightened up, pressing the doll back into your hand.
"Captain!” Immediately, Ushijima dropped your hand, turning towards Semi who was rushing over to you, breathless. “You need to see this…"
Ushijima straightened up, face relaxed though his hands shook. "Lead the way, Eita.” He moved away, only just glancing back at you. “Ping.” He gestured you to follow.
Semi lead the both of you through the village until you both cane out somewhere else entirely.
If the village was a tragedy the scene in front of you now was horrific.
The snow covered ground was littered with the bodies of Chinese Soldiers and Huns, all with various wounds, and some with entire swords sticking from their chests. You pressed your hand to your mouth in an effort to stop yourself from throwing up. Taking a step forward, you immediately recoiled when you felt brittle bones crack underfoot.
Tanaka returned, a solemn look on his face as he approached Ushijima, in his hands was a glossy black and gold helmet, an elegant bird feather protruding from the top.
“The… General,” he whispered, bowing as he offered the helmet to Ushijima.
Ushijima took it with his gently shaking hands, and impaled his sword into the snow in front of him before he rested the sword on top of the hilt. He bent down in front of it, his lips moving in a muttered prayer.
“Captain…” You said lowly, moving forward, your hand hovering unsure over Ushijima’s shoulder. “I’m sorry.”
It seemed as if Ushijima didn’t hear you as he stood up and swiftly mounted his horse.
“The Huns are moving quickly!” Ushijima announced to the army, tugging on the horses reins. “It’ll be quicker to get to Imperial City through Tung Show pass.” His eyes drifted back to the helmet before they darted away again. “We’re the only hope for the Emperor, Move out!"
The army moved around you as you made your way to the sword, bending down to mutter your own prayer before you placed the doll down and straightened up, bowing once more before you turned, taking Khan’s reins as you followed after the army.
It wasn’t your fault when one of the canons went off, it was Bokuto’s fault (that insufferable white and grey dragon), but the way Ushijima looked at you when the explosives went off made your heart sink in your chest and guilt fill your every sense.
"You gave away our position,” he growled as he glared furiously at you. “Do you understand what you’ve done? Now we're—"
You backed away as Ushijima moved closer to you, watching in rapt attention as an arrow flew from a cliffside and pierced Ushijima’s shoulder. The brunet cried out and clutched at it, ducking down as a rain of arrows hailed from above, barely missing you and the rest of the soldiers.
"Get out of range!” He barked, and almost immediately the small army scrambled away, only to be corned at the opposite cliff by twenty Huns, aiming arrows at them.
Ushijima noticed the wagon of explosives and ran over, dismounting his horse to seize the cannons. “Get the cannons!” He yelled, beginning to hand the ones he grabbed to other soldiers.
You watched as a flaming arrow sailed from above, and hand only seconds to rip Khan free from his reins before the wagon exploded.
The impact sent Bokuto and the lucky cricket Kenma flying, and made you fall off of Khan.
You tugged him over to the soldiers just as Ushijima ordered, “Fire!”. The cannon fired and exploded harmlessly on the mountain side, The Huns silent as more explosions followed. Ushijima held up a hand. “Hold the last cannon.” Hinata faltered and his match drops harmlessly onto the snow.
And that is when Daichi appears atop a horse, just over the mountain, and behind him are hundred of Hun soldiers.
Ushijima drew his sword, looking back at his army. “Prepare to fight! If we die, we die with honour!"
The Huns charge and all you could see was the glints of their metal, the blood thirst on their faces, until you looked down at your own sword, wondering if you could do what you were enlisted to do. Killing. Until something caught your eye.
A glacial overhang, just above the charging Hun army, and you felt the adrenaline pump through your blood as you rushed forward, seizing the cannon from Hinata and burying the other end in the snow as you aimed at the overhang.
"Ping!” Ushijima yelled. “Get back here! Ping!” You felt the rumble of hooves, their war cry, and you could finally see Daichi’s scarred face, smirking with the thought of killing yet another Chinese soldier.
Your fingers fumbled with the match and it hissed out on the snow.
“Light it!” Bokuto screeched, and you grabbed him, pulling his tail until he coughed up a spark which ignited the cannon.
You smacked your hands over your ears as Daichi reached you, raising his sword until the overhang exploded and crumbled, sending snow and rock down upon the Hun army. Daichi roared in anger and swung his sword, it felt like it just glanced off your armour. You turned, running from the army and seized up Ushijima’s hand, dragging him back towards Khan.
You swung yourself up, and panicked when your fingertips slipped from Ushijima’s gasping for air as you saw him get dragged beneath the snow.
“Wakatoshi!” You yelled above the avalanche, forcing Khan to move so he didn’t get stuck. “Captain!”
Bokuto crawls up between Khan’s ears. “There!” he cried, pointing to Ushijima who was unconscious and slowly slipping towards the edge of the cliff.
The next moments were a blur, the arrow fired to help you as you reached for Ushijima’s hand, clinging onto him atop Khan as you were pulled up, lungs heaving. The cheers as you reached solid ground gasping.
Then, the ground lurched from beneath your feet and the world spun in front of your eyes. And you were cold, so cold, and there was a white-hot pain on your body. The last thing you saw was Ushijima crowded over you, yelling for you to stay with him.
You would, you decided as your eyes fell shut. You would stay with him.
The look of utter betrayal on Ushijima’s face as you pull the bed cover over your chest is enough to make your stomach churn.
“I can explain,” you pleaded, clutching the bedsheets close to your body.
Semi’s mouth curled into a twisted scowl. “So it’s true!”
You looked at Semi before turning back to Ushijima who was standing in the mouth of the tent, frozen, staring at where your chest should be flat.
“Wakatoshi!” You pleaded.
“I knew there was something wrong with you!” Semi growled as he seized up your arm, barely giving you time to cling to the sheet before he was dragging you from the tent and depositing you outside. You cried out as he yanked your hair from it’s bun. “A woman!” The gasp across the soldiers was astounding, the only ones who didn’t react were Tanaka, Nishinoya and Hinata. “A lying, treacherous snake!”
“I can explain!” You begged, managing to lift yourself up onto your knees. “My name is Y/N, I did it to save my father!”
Semi looked at you with disgust. “High treason!” he barked.
“I didn’t mean for it to go this far!”
“It was the only way!” You cried, turning to look at your fellow soldiers. “I didn’t want my father to die, I couldn’t let that happen. Please,” you begged, your voice low. “Believe me.”
Semi only glanced at Ushijima. “Captain?”
You stared at Ushijima and he stared right back, until he tore his eyes away and crossed over to Khan, ripping your sword from it’s cover before he turned back to you.
Nishinoya, Tanaka and Hinata, unable to bare it any longer, begin to move forward, to stop Ushijima from what they knew he was going to have to do. Until arms stopped them.
“Restrain the horse,” Ushijima ordered, and a soldier gripped the reins extra tight. He then turned to the gang of three, his face steely and hard. “You know the law.”
Ushijima walked over to you, and looked you directly in the eye as he raised the sword above his head. You closed your eyes, and waited for the blow, only opening them when you felt snow spray your arms — the sword was lying at your knees, but, upon looking up, Ushijima still wore no emotion.
“A life for a life, my debt to you is now repaid.” he said, clicking his tongue as he turned to the crowd of soldiers. “Move out!”
The sword swam before your eyes, hardly feeling the cool liquid slipping down your cheeks as you squeezed your eyes shut and looked away, not minding the chill of the cold.
“But…” Hinata stepped forward, looking at you sadly. “You can’t just…”
“I said,” Ushijima repeated, his voice a low growl in his throat. “Move out.”
Ushijima having no reaction to your secret was worse than him being angry at you, and part of you had hoped he would yell and scream and shout and finally reveal something of himself that wasn’t the stoic bluntness you had come to love.
You stayed there in the snow for a long while after the crunch of feet on the ground had faded to the wind across the mountains. It was then, with the wind blowing around you, you looked up; the E/C eyes that were once filled with fire were now hollow and defeated, not quite seeing.
“I never should’ve left home.” You said to no one in particular.
“Hey,” Bokuto soothed, resting his tiny claws on your bare arm. “You wanted to save your father. It was honourable, but some part of you knew you might fail. You’ve just to let that go.”
“Maybe,” you said quietly. “I didn’t go for my father, but for myself.” You reached down and picked up your helmet, seeing yourself reflected back scowling. “Maybe what I wanted to prove was that I could bring honour to my family, and do something right for a change. So that when I looked at my reflection,” You brushed your thumb over the reflection as your tears fell onto the metal with little noise. “I would see someone worthwhile. I see nothing.”
With your heart heavy, you cast aside the helmet, curling more and more into yourself. And, as you cast the one thing that had mad you, you aside, you felt as if you were giving away your heart too.
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