Because I'm a sick soul and loved the scenario where Suzuya and White Kaneki found their recently kidnapped and tortured s/o, can I request what Tsukiyama and Nishiki would've have done with the same situation, please?
Huehuehue, because I too am a sick soul I made
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TSUKIYAMA comes across his lover in one of the worst states he could
have imagined. They’re lying there, trembling, shuddering, crying with their
blood fanning out around them. His partner has made their self as small as the
limitations of their body would allow, as if they believed that if they made
themselves small enough they could disappear from the world all together. And
something in Tsukiyama ruptures, furious towards those who would harm his
precious one, filled with an overwhelming sorrow and concern for his partner’s
current state, and guilt for being powerless to protect them. He is a ghoul—a dangerous ghoul at that! However he
casts aside those thoughts. None of that mattered, not in the least. He became
singularly concerned with the well-being of his partner.
He approaches their
more dead than alive body, speaking softly to them, assuring them that he would
never let something like this happen, not even if they chose to leave his side.
Their shuddering increases in intensity as they try to maneuver their body away
from the perceived threat. They speak, muttering for him to go away, just
please, please, please, go away!
“Don’t hurt me anymore, I’ll do anything you say just stop! Anything! Go away,
no, no, no, no…!” Tsukiyama is hurt, not because those words are directed at
him, but because his partner had been hurt enough to beg for their life so.
Using every form of
endearment he can, he approaches them much like one might approach a wounded
animal before kneeling a distance away. He can see when his words get through
to his partner because they grow silent and slowly uncurl from the fetal
position. Their lips tremble, as if they are afraid to let anything pass their
lips. They don’t say anything, but they manage to crawl towards him, closing
the short distance between them. In their mangled state, the sight is almost
heartbreaking, and he sweeps them into the protection of his arms. Realizing
that the threat is gone, his partner bursts into tears, body shaking with the
force of their sobs. Tsukiyama whispers soothing reassurances that they are
safe now. Never would he let them face this kind of torture again. Never.
NISHIKI had expected to see his partner in an absolutely horrid state when he
found them, but all the scenarios he’d run through his head didn’t compare to
the reality before him. He wonders for a brief moment if he’s too late, there’s
so much blood and the body should definitely not be twisted in such a way. When
he calls out to them, they don’t respond at all. They don’t flinch, not even a
single muscle twitches as way of acknowledgement. They’re dead, he thinks, they’ve
died and it’s his fault for being unable to protect them. His partner trembles
and he realizes that they are very much alive, but in their current state
Nishiki doesn’t know if he should be happy about. But they’re alive, as long as
they’re alive they’ll heal.
He’s not sure how to
approach them; treading carefully he tells them who he is, afraid that he’ll
trigger some horrific memory still fresh for them. He’s made it halfway to his
partner, his pace painstakingly slow. He asks them if they remember the first
date they went on; did they remember their first kiss too? What about the first
time he said he loved them? At this point, he’s talking more for his sake than
anything, because if he doesn’t do something, he feels that he himself will
break down, unable to do anything for his partner. He’s about to crouch down
next to them when he hears them speak; it’s more of a dry sob than actual
speech, but he hears their words with undeniable clarity. “Don’t touch Nishi….ki…”
It’s then he drops to
his knees, holding them as delicately as he can in his arms, telling them that
he’s here, he’s fine, nothing is going to hurt him, and he won’t let anyone
hurt them like this ever again. And it hurts. It hurts, not just because his
partner is bleeding endlessly, but because they had to suffer with the threat
of harm coming to the person they loved. His partner remains still in his arms,
not crying, not responding, effectively dead despite the fact their heart is
still beating. He manages to choke out the words before the tears come. “You
idiot…! I could have endured at least this much, I could have endured much
more. Why would you….” And so he cried, shedding tears for his partner who
could not bring themselves to cry for their own sake.
Suzuki Harunobu (Japanese, 1725?-1770), Young woman on a veranda, looking at morning glories, from the series A Stylish Version of Five Colors of Ink , ca. 1768, chūban nishiki-e (color woodblock print)
Katsushika Hokusai (Japanese, 1760-1849), The Falling Mist Waterfall at Mount Kurokami in Shimotsuke Province, from the series A Tour of Waterfalls Around the Country , 1833-1834, ôban nishiki-e (color woodblock print)