Hi there ! Here goes a new fic from ol' me. I finally decided to post this for a very long time. Switches may come time to time with the names but hopefully, it'll be consistent that I refer to almost everyone with their surnames at the very least. Mainly written for the IzuSeri angst but I also like a touch of S4 angst mixed in it.
I don't think this work will ever get beta-e . Hope you like it!
Summary : Awashima Seri was a woman of every positive and desired trait. Exceptional. Befitting of her title, Lieutenant and Second-in-Command to the Blue King. It is where her extreme devotion to her King could overwhelm a warring crowd, her commanding tone enough to make yield in a room. His ideals were hers as it is to everyone in the organization itself—an unwavering force. It was in the middle of such battlefield could only one decision be taken—having to take the bullet for her king. And she did.
Never did the men who depended on her orders saw the atmosphere so grim and immediately crumbling into pieces—the Ice had thawed; ones sacrifice to their king was to be not taken lightly indeed. Never once did they ever come to the realization of her impact as it comes by thrice to their King.
She heaved a sigh. A desperate gesture to keep herself composed. She should be by his side! Yet she was not. A realization she merely chose not to pay attention to as much as it ate her voice within her mind. Soon—soon she will be by his side and protect him—at all cost.
She was more or less a pillar; one of the foundations of the 'SCEPTER4' that man had in his mind, assisting him on its very revival.
It was more or less a reason for her to take the bullet for him.
Reckless, as what it would be, what else path could she take if it would be him lying on the bed, a pale complexion taking over his face; such sight she would not pay admiration to. She'd rather be the one. Selfish. Awashima knew very much of what her actions will cause. Akiyama, perhaps, could take command—whilst she was gone, or will be gone. At least, at least, her King would be safe and sound.
Her ignorance was one thing, knowing she will need to work it out. This time, it would not endanger her men, only her.Only her.
Time froze as it hits her. She knew well enough of her barrier's strength. For it being the second to the strongest, to her King's, at least it would be enough for him to take a side step away from it, well notified of her presence but not the incoming attack itself.
A sly action. She gritted her teeth, holding the attack in though soon to reach her aura's limit. The steel coming into a halt as it makes contact with her saber; the person was fast—though not a million steps closer to what the Green King could reach. So as applying her fencing capabilities and piercing the other's flesh, despite taking a dire blow to the head—she threw the person mid-air.
Truly mischievous. Numb of the pain, blood thirst seething in her veins. Never contented with the wound being dealt on the other so she ought to dash in front and trade blades. If she was going to sacrifice her endurance then she may as well not sit still—she would rather have the head of the man who dared harm her King and clansmen. Thus, her blade then again met with the flesh, blood splurging everywhere, to her hand, clothing and the floor.
If she was to have a concussion or any memory issues from that hasty skirmish of hers—ah, she would have to deal with that indeed. Yet before laying rest, she takes one final glance to her King, and to her men. Only to close her eyes both in apology of this path to be taken only by her. Anyone could've seen such attack coming , the fog of war merely preventing them to do so whilst her eyes were locked on the shadow out for a sneak attack.
An ominous sacrifice