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anonymous asked:

I don't know your time zone so hopefully the box is still open! I'd like to request Kasamatsu with the song "Eyes on Me" by Faye Wong from FFVIII. I really like this song because it gives me warm yet somewhat sad feelings in the heart, and I like her voice. I'd love a bar!au and an old-fashioned theme, thank you!

This is a great song! I love the Final Fantasy series and of course am a huge fan of its music. I really hope this hits the mark for what you wanted. Thank you for requesting Kasamatsu, he is one of my absolute favorite characters!


Eyes on Me by Faye Wong - Kasamatsu

As you take the stage, your eyes roam over the room taking in the sight of customers sat comfortably in arm chairs or at tables, conversation murmured as drinks are consumed. Smoke curls up from hand rolled cigarettes and long stem pipes, the smell of tobacco thick but not unpleasantly so. But despite the warm familiarity of this place, you’ve begun to feel restless, like there’s something more you’re supposed to be doing with your life. And so, tonight will be your last performance, though no one knows that but you.  

My last night here for you

Same old songs, just once more

My last night here with you?

Maybe yes, maybe no

The music begins and you take a deep breath, noting heads turning their attention to you as you begin to sing but your eyes don’t really see them, wandering to a man who has been coming here for a little time. He sits cast in shadow but even without his crest and uniform, you know he’s the same one though his garb is different now. Normally he’d be cladded in blue and white splendor, a captain’s crest at the shoulder clasp of his cape. But tonight, he’s opted for darker shades, greys and black settling against him to blend him into the back ground or at least that’s his attempt. But he’s caught your attention on more than one occasion and you can’t keep your eyes from his form. There’s something about him that draws you in.

He barely ever looks at you, casting glances every so often you think but it’s hard to tell when his face is shrouded in the dark. A drink is usually with him, small and light but it acts as his place holder, a reason for him to sit as long as he likes without distraction or input from those around him. Previously to this evening, he’s been flanked by members of the royal guard but tonight he’s come alone.

I saw you smiling at me

Was it real, or just my fantasy?

You’d always be there in the corner

Of this tiny little bar

Your song continues on, your mouth and vocal chords acting on auto pilot and you’re trying to focus on the whole room but your eyes continually flick to his position. He hasn’t moved, just stares at his glass in deep contemplation. The lighting of a lamp above his head casts a sudden light upon his countenance and you have to stop yourself from gasping; there’s something about the expression on his face that pulls your heart strings violently.

Darling, so there you are

With that look on your face

As if you’re never hurt

As if you’re never down

Shall I be the one for you

Who pinches you softly but sure?

If frown is shown, then

I will know that you are no dreamer

An unexpected pain shoots through you and you have to stop yourself from walking over in the middle of your performance. Suddenly the words aren’t coming easy and you have to work hard to finish what you’ve started. At your faltered, a little off note that you quickly recover, you see his head finally lift and his eyes set on you. It’s the longest he’s looked at you, but now you’re too shy to return the gaze, embarrassed that it’s your mistake which has drawn his full attention.

I kind of liked it your way

How you shyly placed your eyes on me

Did you ever know

That I had mine on you?

You look away, smiling brightly though the melody of your song is melancholy.

When it ends, you take your bow quickly, shooting back up only to catch a glimpse of him exiting through the side door. With hurried movements, you hustle after him, the need to speak to him too strong to ignore any more.

Bursting out the door, you see him just about to mount his steed and call out, “Wait, please wait!”

He starts, turning his attention to you even as his boot remains set in the stirrup. Slowly he places it down, but maintains a hold on the reigns of his beautiful white horse.

“Yes, may I help you?” he asks. His voice is rough and deep but somehow soothing to your ears.

“Please, may I know your name?” you inquire.

His eyes widen, a faint flush overtaking his hue unexpectedly but he clears his throat and replies, “Yukio Kasamatsu.”

“You…you’re the captain of the royal guard, are you not?” you breathe.

His body stiffens, eyes closing as if in momentary pain but he rallies quickly, setting his face back to its grim expression so quickly you begin to wonder if you imagined his reaction. Brusquely he says, “Former, m’lady.”

The pain in your heart returns, deep and tragic and you blush as the impulse to hold him floods your person. Despite his impassivity, you feel waves of pain and frustration rolling from him increasing your want to drive it away but you don’t know how to. You don’t even know him and yet you’re here, standing outside in the middle of the night wanting nothing more than to throw your arms around him.

You settle for stepping nearer. His body is still wound tight and if you did not know any better you would say he may even be wary of you. The placement of your hand on his makes him flinch but as you close your fingers more firmly he does not withdraw.

“Why?” One word, but so bold. This is none of your business! What happened to the filter between your brain and your mouth?

He swallows once, eyes burning into yours and you feel your face heating up under the power of his scrutiny. “Because there’s something I need to do.”

You clench tighter, moving closer to place your other hand against his chest. Despite his warmth you feel him tremble, the beating of his heart somewhat erratic and you don’t know if it’s from you or from the knowledge of what’s lying before him on his journey.

So let me come to you

Close as I want to be

Close enough for me

To feel your heart beating fast

And stay there as I whisper

How I love your peaceful eyes on me

Did you ever know

That I had mine on you?

The next words tumble from your mouth with little care for the implications or consequences. “Take me with you.”

Yukio’s eyes go wide and for the first time he allows himself to touch you. The grip of his hand on your shoulder is strong and you doubt he knows how firmly he’s squeezing but you endure the pain because until now you’d not known the need of his touch. To lose it will mean more pain than what you experience under the pressure of his hold.

“Why?”

“Because this is something I need to do,” you whisper, eyes filling with tears for reasons you don’t understand.

Yukio stares hard at you. He knows this is a bad idea, you’ll most likely only become a liability but he can’t tear away from your gaze. It’s like you have him hypnotized and he wonders briefly if you may be a sorceress.  

He makes a decision. “You’ll need to change, where I’m going is no place for this refinery,” he intones, tugging briefly at the sleeve of your dress.

A smile, genuine this time, splits your lips and you lean forward impulsively kissing his cheek. Crimson floods his face but you’re already turning away to prepare for departure. In little time you return, ensconced in black pants, purple long sleeve shirt and proper riding boots, a bow and arrow slung over your shoulder and quiver upon your back.

Yukio’s face betrays his surprise at your appearance.

Darling, so share with me

Your love if you have enough

Your tears if you’re holding back

Or pain if that’s what it is

How can I let you know

I’m more than the dress and the voice

Just reach me out, then

You will know that you are not dreaming

“What, did you think all I could do is sing?” you ask cheekily and he chuckles.

“Forgive my ignorance…” he trails off, and you supply, “F/N, L/N, daughter of the town fletcher.”

In a quick motion, Yukio mounts his horse, hand coming down to assist you to do as well. You take it, the flesh of his palm burning into yours but the fire ignites something deep within your soul and you know; this is who you’re meant to be with going to do what you’re meant to do, whatever that may be.