Title: Held Hostage

Fandom: Fire Emblem Fates

Rating: T

Genre: Romance/Hurt/Comfort

Summary: Being a Ninja isn't easy. Especially when you are taken as a hostage to force your own wife to give herself up for you. Kaze x Female Corrin. Bondage. Rated for death and blood.

Pairings: Female Corrin x Kaze

A/N: Yup. A bondage fanfic with Kaze as the victim. Him being a Ninja adds a nice bonus with him tied up, so yeah, heh.

Disclaimer: I don't own anyone in Fire Emblem Fates.

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Held Hostage

Chapter 1: Kaze's POV

How did this happen? I was attentive to my surroundings, knowing that enemies were nearby. How was I captured? Were my Ninja skills not good enough to even fight off more than three enemies? I thought that I had learned from my mistake when I was captured in Nohr months ago.

Yet here I was, trapped in a small cell, my hands and feet bound tightly with thick coils of rope. The rough cords bit into my skin, and I swore that my circulation was cut off from how tight my bonds were. It was no use struggling against the ropes holding me captive; even if my captors weren't looking, I could not escape by just merely tugging at my restraints. Thankfully, I wasn't gagged or blindfolded—not that it mattered. No one would hear me besides my captors if I screamed, and if I did, my captors would be annoyed to the point of gagging me anyway.

The cell was so small, I felt cramped. It reeked of human waste that I wanted to vomit from the odor. The cell I was trapped in was dark, except for a small window that shone the moon through the bars. Shivers went down my spine when I saw a human skeleton near me, indicating that it was a place for cutthroats to dispose of their victims' remains. The chilly air made me shiver as I curled up into a ball to warm myself up.

Near my cell, my enemies—the same ones whom I fought before I was knocked out cold and captured—gathered together, whispering, sometimes even snickering. None of them looked in my direction; they knew that I couldn't escape. Even if I somehow freed myself from the ropes, the cell would still keep me in place.

If only those dastards hadn't searched me...I would've used my shuriken to free myself…

When I came to hours ago, I immediately knew of my plight. After shuffling to a sitting position, I reached down my belt to search for my hidden shuriken—which I always carried in case something like this happened—to free myself. I thought that perhaps after breaking out of the ropes, I could use my weapon to unlock the cell door.

To my shock and horror, my shuriken was missing. Had my captors searched me thoroughly when they bound me and threw me in my prison?

This is what you get for not keeping your weapon more hidden, Kaze…

As I was pondering my thoughts, I heard footsteps coming towards my prison. I slowly looked up to see one of my captors; a bandit, most likely, with a large scar on his face.

"How'd ya like our 'hospitality', Ninja?" he mocked.

I refused to even argue with my captor; it wouldn't be any good for me if I did so. Even if they were torturing me for information, I'd refuse to speak up. That was what a Ninja was trained to do.

But there was one thing that bothered me: what do they want with me? Why bother keeping me alive? What were they planning for me?

"Y'know," he taunted. "I thought you'd be difficult to capture, but turns out it was too easy to get ya!"

I still said nothing, aside from my glare and my gritting teeth. Whatever he was planning for me, I must be prepared for the worse. If he was going to torture me for any information, I must keep my lips sealed and keep a brave face—

"That li'l Nohrian princess would pay a pretty penny when we get her," the bandit, who I guessed was the leader, snickered. "With you in our clutches, I'm sure she'd be lookin' for ya. Perhaps if she agrees to give herself up for ya, we'd let ya go."

My eyes widened when he mentioned "Nohrian princess", and I could hear my heart pounding. Sweat poured down my pale face, and I had renewed determination to free myself. My stomach clenched in dread when this dastard spoke of her. My best friend. My lover. My wife. These men were after my wife, whom I swore to protect with my life. And it was my fault that she would fall into their clutches.

Kamui…

Despite how much I struggled, I was unable to break free from my bonds. Sweat formed on my forehead from the strain, and I felt warm liquid dripping down from my wrists. Blood. My struggling had caused my skin to break open, and now my wrists had injuries that I doubted those dastards could heal. If anything, they would leave my wounds to rot and to be infected, killing me in a number of days.

My mind was still on Kamui. I had no inkling as to why they wanted my precious wife—perhaps to deliver her head to Nohr? Or they wanted her alive so they could hold her for ransom? Whatever the case, I couldn't let them put their hands on her. Not after I let myself become a captive by these ruffians...

After a few minutes of struggling, I seemed to have made noises of pain, and the leader, annoyed, opened my cell with a piece of thick cloth in one hand. My eyes widened, realizing what he was planning to do with it.

"Shut up," the leader growled, approaching me as he stretched the cloth towards my mouth.

Even though I was at my captors' mercy, I was still defiant towards their plans. I didn't want to show any fear—a Ninja shouldn't show fear even in the face of death or hardship. With my bound feet, I kicked the man squarely in the shin, and the man cried out in pain before doubling over. I scooted further into my prison until my back was against the wall, and when the bandit recovered, he charged towards me, ready to harm me for my attack.

I didn't give him the chance, and I tripped him with my feet. To my dismay, the bandit called out, "Someone hold this damn Ninja still!"

Before I knew it, more bandits—around three—ran into the cell and grabbed me roughly. I growled, glaring at my captors as one took a fistful of my green hair to force me to yelp in pain.

I opened my mouth to yelp, but a cloth was shoved in there. The leader of these men tied the cloth around my mouth, and I bit into the hated gag as a few of my hairs were caught in the knot. I tested the gag by trying to push it with my tongue. It wouldn't budge, as it was wedged between my teeth. With a muffled growl, I glared at my captor as I tried to break free again.

The man seemed to enjoy my struggles and muffled growls, as he smirked. "Now now," he chuckled darkly. "Your little dragon princess is coming. We sent her the note. Soon...I'll be paid a good price for her pretty little head!"

My struggling intensified, my heart pounding faster. These men wanted her dead. They wanted my wife dead. I couldn't let that happen!

However, the situation I was in was bleak, and there was absolutely nothing I could do to save Kamui.

The men left me in my prison, and soon enough, I writhed against my bonds again, frantic thoughts of Kamui getting killed flying in my head. I pleaded—no, begged—to Kamui in my mind, as if she would hear it and heed my warnings.

Kamui...stay away! I'm just bait for you! Forget about me!

Hours had passed, though to me, it felt like an eternity. The ropes remained intact despite my strenuous writhing against my bonds, and my mouth was dried up completely due to the blasted gag shoved between my teeth. There was nothing for me to do to save Kamui, nor free myself. Death didn't matter to me now—Kamui's life was in danger, and I'd rather die here than let her walk into these bandits' trap.

As I was occupied with my thoughts, I heard a cell door—my door—opening. My head shot up, and one of the bandits had a wide, sinister smirk on his face as he looked down at my helpless form.

"She's here," he growled. My heart stopped when he said that. Kamui...she had arrived, right into the enemies' trap, hook, line, and sinker.

Kamui...NO!

The man approached me, and before I knew it, I was grabbed by the hair again. I let out a muffled cry of pain, and I was half-dragged, half-carried towards Gods' know where.

As the bandit brought me closer outside, I heard voices, one of them feminine-sounding.

"Where is he?" my eyes widened when I recognized Kamui's growling voice. She was here, trying to rescue me. And it was all my fault that she was about to be ensnared.

"Oh, you want to see your little husband that bad?" one of the men cackled. "Well, here he is!"

I was thrown on the ground, and I looked up to see Kamui. Her ruby-red eyes widened, shocked to see me in such a state. "KAZE!" she gasped, her eyes growing wider by the minute upon seeing the injuries I sustained.

I wanted to scream for her to run, to get out of here, but due to the gag, I could only produce muffled shouts. The men snickered at my failed attempts to warn her. "Looks like he wants to say 'hi' to you..."

I was then picked up from the ground, the leader nearly choking me when he lifted me by my scarf, and I felt the gag ripped out of my mouth. I immediately started my warning.

"KAMUI!" I cried. "Run! It's a trap!"

"SHUT IT!"

The leader backhanded me across the face, to which Kamui didn't take kindly. She gritted her teeth, her Yato out and ready upon seeing me getting hurt.

"Let him go," she growled. "It's me you want, isn't it?! I'm here now, so let him go!"

"Then drop yer weapons, girlie..." I heard the sound of steel being pulled out of a sheath, and I felt coldness up my neck. I froze. A sword was held up against my throat, threatening my life. "Or the hubby dies!"

"KAMUI!" I screamed, desperate for her to flee as fast as she could. "Forget about me! RUN!"

Despite my pleading, she didn't listen. Right then and there, she dropped her weapons, her Dragonstone included, and she held her hands up in surrender. "All right...you got me."

"KAMUI!" I gasped, not believing what I was seeing. Was Kamui going to give herself up for someone like me? Her life was more important than mine! She couldn't be doing this…

The men chuckled, but the one holding me hostage kept the sword up to my throat. Despite being unarmed, Kamui dared to cry out, "Let him go! You promised you'll release him!"

"...No we didn't," the leader laughed. "All we wanted is you. Your husband was just the bait! Now that we got ya, we'll kill 'im right here!"

I was thrown to the ground, letting out an "oof". Kamui gasped, but before she could run towards me, she was grabbed by the arms by the other men. She was helpless—which hurt me to see. The leader began to slash my back, and I cried out in pain.

"KAZE!" Kamui screamed, and I could tell that tears were about to fall down from her eyes. I gritted my teeth, prepared for the pain that would hit me. Repeatedly.

Stab. Slash. Stab.

I began to cough up blood, and I looked up at Kamui, who watched the whole thing while the men held her still. I stared at her, and around her body...violet aura was starting to appear and fly up above the ceiling.

I recognized it. I remembered seeing this happening when Lady Mikoto was killed months ago. Without her Dragonstone, Kamui was about to go berserk upon seeing me in such a state.

No! Kamui's about to—

Tears began to fall down her beautiful face, and with a scream of "STOP IT!", an explosion of red and purple surrounded her, startling the men who held her still. I looked up to see the leader about to stab me again when he stopped abruptly. "What the hell is that…?" he questioned, and I could sense him stepping back from the now-transforming Kamui.

With a roar, Kamui metamorphosed into her dragon form, and began her assault. Slashing with her claws and biting with her sharp teeth, she killed the men one by one. Some of them, out of fear of getting killed, fled from the scene, while the others tried to fight her off. It was no use as the Feral Dragon slashed at their throats, killing them instantly.

The leader gulped before I heard him calling out, "St-stay back!"

I slowly got into a sitting position, albeit with pain thanks to the wounds I sustained from the stabbing. I glanced around the area, trying to find Kamui's Dragonstone, though my vision was beginning to fade slowly. If I couldn't stop her in time, she would do something rash to the point where it could kill both of us. When I looked down, I saw the Dragonstone up to my feet. With a grunt, I shifted towards Kamui, who was brutally mauling the leader with her teeth.

"KAMUI!" I screamed, and with the last of my strength, I kicked the Dragonstone with my bound feet towards her. The stone ended up flying and landing right in front of her, and after staring at it for a few seconds, she roared. The leader managed to crawl away, albeit with severe injuries. He would die later if he didn't treat his wounds as soon as possible. Kamui slowly began to transform back to her human form, and she fell to her knees, holding her head in pain.

"K-Kamui..." I coughed out, still in pain from the stabbing and slashing I had to endure.

Kamui looked in my direction, and she gasped. Grabbing her Dragonstone, she rushed towards me before kneeling down to me. "Kaze..." she whispered as she held me in her arms. "I'm so sorry! If I had come with you on that mission..."

"Kamui..." I coughed up more blood, which frightened her, judging from her gritting teeth and her wide eyes. "A...are you okay? Are you unharmed?"

Kamui nodded to answer both of my questions. "I-I'm okay, Kaze..." she whispered as she began to work on the ropes tying my wrists. She gasped, possibly from seeing the blood on my wrists. "You're hurt! Gods...you're bleeding!"

"Kamui..." I hacked before I smiled slightly. "I...I'm glad that you're safe..."

I closed my eyes, and the last thing I heard was Kamui screaming my name.

When I woke up, all I heard was distant and muffled sobbing. My vision was blurry, and I could feel my back throbbing from the pain I had endured from the ordeal. However, each passing second, my senses began to come back one by one.

Finally, my senses were cleared, and I heard the sobbing nearby, and I groaned in pain. The sobbing immediately stopped, and I slowly turned my head to see none other than Kamui, who had tears running down her sweet, soft face.

"...Kamui?" I questioned, wincing from the pain.

"KAZE!" Kamui screamed before she tackled me into a hug. "You're...you're alive!"

"...Kamui..." I began to speak. "Wh-where am I?"

Kamui let me go as she stared at me. I saw guilt filling her eyes as I stared at her back. Her eyes were glistening with tears as she answered in a cracking voice, "Y-you're in the infirmary. Sakura healed you. Oh Gods...I thought you wouldn't make it..."

I remembered now: I was held hostage by those Nohrian bandits to get Kamui to give herself up, and she had rescued me, albeit not unscathed. I cringed upon seeing a few scratches on her delicate body, though I realized I wasn't in any better condition. Instead of just scratches, I had rope burns, stab wounds, and slashes from my plight. It still didn't stop me from worrying about her condition, however.

"Kamui..." I whispered. "Wh-why did you come for me? Don't you realize what those men could have done to you?"

"I do," Kamui nodded. "But I didn't care. Those dastards were holding you captive, Kaze. I couldn't let them harm you."

"But Kamui—"

"Kaze, I love you, you know that?" Kamui sniffled. "If I lose you like how I lost Mother..."

I frowned as it dawned on me. Even though she knew it was a trap and she would get killed, she still came to my rescue. She didn't want to lose me like how she lost Lady Mikoto so long ago.

I slowly reached for her hand and squeezed it in a comforting manner. A small smile formed on my face as I whispered, "I love you too, Kamui...I never realize how much you cared about me."

"Of course I do, Kaze..." Kamui shared my expression as she wiped away her tears. Not wanting to see her crying any more, I held out my hand and wiped away any stray tears that came down that lovely face of hers.

"Kamui...thank you. Thank you for rescuing me. Just...please don't risk your life for me again like that. I wouldn't wish for you to risk yourself for me..."

"I can't promise you that, Kaze," Kamui spoke in a stern tone. "If you're in danger, I have to protect you. I don't care if I would die doing so. You saved my life so many weeks ago, and I wanted to repay you for that day...you're my husband. My lover. What kind of wife would I be if I don't protect you?"

She did have a point. However, I still argued, "Kamui, I'm given the duty to protect you. You shouldn't be protecting me..."

"I know...but I love you," Kamui spoke. "Kaze...please don't leave me."

"And please don't risk your life again just for my safety, Kamui..."

Kamui hesitated, as if contemplating on whether to make such a promise. With a soft sigh, she closed her eyes and nodded.

I smiled slightly, albeit with pain from my wounds. "Thank you..."

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