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SILENT SOLACE [part two]

"I'M AWARE OF YOUR LITTLE SITUATION."

pairing: fushiguro toji x gn! reader

genre: angst, fluff, hurt and comfort

previously: "I need your help. I need you," his eyes lock onto yours as if the two of you are the only ones here, "to kill someone for me." The smirk he sends you is answer enough.

PART TWO: THE VOICE OF A PROTEST.

You've always had it easy in life, or at least, that's what people around you constantly say. It's a heavy reminder, for lack of a better word, one that echoes in your head incessantly, sometimes irritating you to the point of exasperation.

Your mother would always tell you to pay them no mind, and you did, to some extent. You ignore them as best you can, keeping your mouth shut even as a scowl paints your face. But, your mind is a different matter entirely.

You've never met your father—the man who brought the Fujiwara Company to unprecedented heights—because he passed away months before your mother gave birth to you, and the only image of him you have in your mind is the extravagant portrait you see every time you take the first step inside your family's mansion.

Sometimes, you wish you had a father.

You have no brothers or sisters, and being the only child that you are, the family business, the company, is practically guaranteed to be in your hands. It's a suffocating reality to confront, the weight of owning and navigating such a large company in the future, and it never gets easier to face.

Sometimes, you wish you had siblings.

Many others in the Fujiwara Company—namely your greedy uncle and his two children—do not like the fact that the company will fall into your hands, and they don't bother trying to hide it, most of the time.

They would praise you, shower you with affectionate pats and sharp practiced smiles, but deep down, you know the truth is clear. Behind those greedy eyes of theirs lay only envy and hate, a wish for you and your mother to vanish completely.

You would only nod in reply,

Because sometimes, you feel that you'd do just about anything to feel a little less alone.

After graduating at the top of your class, littering your room with medallions of gold from every competition you won, you choose to stay by your mother's side at the Fujiwara company, diligently learning her methods and everything else important.

Your uncle and cousins always have much to say whenever you get even the slightest thing wrong, but as you grow older, you've come to learn that simply moving past them is best. After all, you don't want to start a fight when it will benefit neither you nor your mother.

And things would have continued that way for a long time until you eventually assumed the role of the main face of the company. You accepted that.

But things took an unexpected turn when your mother collapsed one day.

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In the morning, your mother lies deeply asleep. In the oversized hospital bed, her breaths are steady.

By midday, she remains asleep. She does not wake, not even to your tears and screams.

Evening descends. Her heart rate is slowing, and there is no cause, no remedy in sight.

With the setting sun, the flatline's mournful hum fills the room.

Your mother is gone.

And amidst the sorrow, you realize you can't even remember her last words to you the day before.

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"You must be [Name], right? Fujiwara [Name]?"

"I thought that'd be obvious enough by now, wouldn't it?" you quietly snap back before turning your eyes to the source of the voice. It is a familiar man with short black hair and a thin mustache dressed in all black, a man whom you've seen conversing with your mother some months ago in her office.

You don't know his name.

"I'm sorry for your loss. Your mother was a nice lady, a good friend of mine actually."

You give him a mirthless chuckle. "That's what they all say," you reply as you cock your head toward the crowd of people conversing in the ceremonial hall.

The funeral was conducted swiftly, almost too swiftly, as if everyone around had been anticipating her death except for you, her own child. "You aren't the first one to say such a thing, you know?"

The man hums in agreement, taking a seat right next to you, overlooking the ceremonial hall from outside. "Aren't you going to go inside?"

"I've done my part already, so they don't have a reason to complain when I'd rather stay here rather than with them. Although, it seems like you didn't get the memo," you retort, your tone edged with bitterness.

He raises an eyebrow. "I see. Want me to leave?"

"No, it's okay. You came here to say something, didn't you? Spit it out. What's it about? Business-related stuff?"

Instead of answering you immediately, the man reaches into the pocket of his business suit and retrieves a card, presenting it to you with a half-smile. You take the card into your hands, squinting your eyes.

"...Shiu Kong? Yeah, I still have no clue who you are. Sorry."

Shiu Kong chuckles, reaching into his pocket again to take out a piece of cigarette. "That's fine, your mother probably never told you about me then. Anyway, want one?"

If you were in your right mind, you would have rejected the idea of smoking a cigarette immediately, but today, you find yourself accepting one. Shiu Kong leans in to light it up, and as you go to inhale, you quickly cough to the side, tears welling in your eyes.

"That tastes awful," you manage to say after a series of coughs. You notice multiple pairs of eyes looking at you, but you ignore them, focusing instead on the man beside you.

Shiu Kong smiles at you, amusement in his eyes. "You inhaled way too much there."

You narrow your eyes at him. "It's my first time, give me a break."

After a breathy sigh, you lean back on the chair, gazing down at the lit cigarette caught between your fingertips. "My mother probably wouldn't like me smoking like this," you mutter.

Shiu Kong laughs. "You're right. She probably wants you to at least smoke properly."

"Get on with what you came here to say before I leave," you retort, clicking your tongue, shifting the heels of your feet on the ground, impatience creeping into your tone.

A moment passes before Shiu Kong answers you in a whisper, one that only the two of you would hear. "Fujiwara [Name]. Tell me, what do you know about curses?"

You blink. "Sorry, but what? What're you talking about?"

Shiu Kong inhales smoke into his lungs and exhales.

A circle of white-gray smoke appears in front of you, hanging in the air like a veil, and through its hazy embrace, you can see the people chattering inside the ceremonial hall, sneaking glances at the two of you with narrowed eyes.

"Here's a better question then," he begins again. You gaze back at him, waiting. "Do you think there's anything strange about your mother's death?"

A blank look passes over your face. "What are you trying to say...?" He gives you a patient smile, waiting for your answer, not your question.

You look away from his gaze, glancing down at your shoes. "The answer is obvious, isn't it? Everything about it is the very definition of strange. She collapsed and died all in one day, and not even the doctors know the reason why."

A bitter laugh escapes your lips. "It's probably a genetical disease, they say. Well, too bad for them, but I don't believe them one bit. I don't need a degree to know when someone's blatantly lying to me."

"Heh, how smart of you. But I expected nothing less from her child," Shiu Kong remarks, a flicker of respect.

Pushing himself up to stand, Shiu Kong then fixes his gaze on you, a cigarette dangling between his lips, both hands tucked into the pockets of his pants.

"Call me when you're free, okay? I'm sure you understand this already, Fujiwara-san," he suggests, his voice low, carrying a hint of gravity. "But things like this are better to be discussed in private, right?"

You give Shiu Kong a subtle nod in agreement, your expression a mask, revealing nothing to the sneaking glances, betraying no hint of your thoughts that swirl beneath the surface. And silently, you watch as Shiu Kong bids you farewell, his departure leaving you to grapple with the weight of his words.

"...Mother," you mutter softly, leaning back further, gaze drifting up, noting the heavy clouds gathering overhead. "What should I do...?"

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After the crowd had dissipated, the two of you decided to venture to a nearby restaurant that miraculously remained open despite the late hour.

And now, before you, bathed in the soft, warm light from above, sits Toji, leisurely enjoying one of the numerous pieces of sushi you generously provided. And by many, you really do mean many—there's quite a spread.

"Enjoying your meal that much, Toji?" you quip, his name slipping past your lips in a teasing tone. Hearing it, a glint of amusement dances in his eyes.

Toji swallows the food down, and even from a distance away, you can see the clear movement of his throat. You lean in on the table, resting your chin on the palm of your hand as you watch him gulp down bite after bite.

He gives you a smirk, chopsticks already poised to pick up another piece resting on the plate at the center of the table. "I'm getting your money's worth by savoring every piece. You're welcome, by the way," he says, tone playful as he continues to indulge in the meal you provided.

"It's good to hear that, Toji. Do tell me when you've had your fill," you reply, meeting his piercing gaze directly. "After that, well, we can start talking further about this new job of yours. I don't believe Shiu Kong has mentioned anything yet, am I correct?"

"Shiu Kong, huh? So, it seems our reunion wasn't just a stroke of coincidence or fate," Toji responds.

You arch an eyebrow at him. "Fate?" a chuckle escapes your lips. "Were you hoping it was?"

"Well, I wouldn't complain, that's for sure."

His remark tickles you, sending you into a fit of genuine laughter. "Is this your strategy for negotiating a higher fee later on, Toji?"

"Is it working?"

You hum in agreement as you nod at him. "I have to admit, it's working. But, you didn't need to do that. I was already going to sweeten the deal for you, Toji. I'm aware of your little situation. Shiu Kong mentioned to me that you're currently unemployed."

Toji's face immediately contorts into an ugly scowl, but rather than being scary, you find it funny instead.

He clicks his tongue to the side. "That guy talks too much sometimes," he mutters before turning his attention back to you. "You're being quite generous with your money, [Name]. Just who the hell am I supposed to take down here?"

You clear your throat and for the first time in your entire conversation, you look away from Toji. "I know I told you I needed you to kill someone, but... that's not the whole story."

"Huh?"

"The thing is, I don't exactly know who it is."

You hear Toji set down his chopsticks with a clink, followed by a heavy sigh. "So, you want me to kill... but you don't have a specific target in mind?"

After a brief moment of silence, you nod, turning to face him again. Toji looks slightly baffled, blinking rapidly. "I won't know who it is until they come and attack me," you answer, voice steady.

"So then, I'll be your personal bodyguard as well as your assassin?" Toji asks with half a smirk dancing on his lips. "I can see why you're already buttering me up with all this food and money."

You smile appreciatively at his understanding tone. "As if you aren't doing the same to me, hm?"

Shifting in your seat, you raise one of your fingers to him. "One: I need you to protect me as best as you can while we wait for them to strike." You raise another. "Two: I need you to take out the bastard who thought it was a good idea to try and kill me."

"What's number three?" Toji looks at you carefully, something unknown lurking behind his gaze. You meet his look with a satisfied smile, keeping your cards close to your chest.

"Three: Entertain me with your delightful company," you quip with a playful tone.

At your words, Toji swiftly rises from his seat, crossing the room with easy, confident strides. Following suit, you stand up as well, meeting him halfway. As he reaches you, he takes your hand in his.

Toji's hands are warm as they envelop yours. You gaze up at him, meeting his green eyes that seem to hold an ocean of intensity. "You've got yourself a good deal, [Name]," he declares.

Toji leans in, his warm breath tickling your ear as he whispers softly, "I'll happily accept, as long as you promise to be delightful company yourself."

You give him a practiced chuckle in response, ignoring the slight warmth flushing your cheeks. "Don't worry. I'll make sure to keep you thoroughly entertained," you reply with a playful wink.

"Looking forward to it," Toji murmurs, almost melding his body with yours, voice low and firm as he whispers again, "[Name]."

AUTHOR'S NOTE !

thank you very much for the reblog and hearts <3 makes me happy that people here enjoy reading this silly thing. here's more toji for u silly folks!! (i wish gege gave us more shiu kong content tbh)

taglist: @maskedpacific

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SILENT SOLACE [part one]

"I'LL MAKE SURE TO KEEP YOU THOROUGHLY ENTERTAINED."

pairing: fushiguro toji x gn! reader

genre: angst, fluff, hurt and comfort

synopsis: After her death, it didn't take long for him to crumble back into his former self. Gambling the meager remains of their wealth, aimlessly drifting from one woman to another, all while neglecting the child they had brought into the world together. But things changed when he met you, once again.

PART ONE: CHILDREN OF MIRROR.

It troubles you sometimes when people say everything works out, that everything will fall magically into place, that all will be fine and none of us needs to worry because everyone will eventually find their purpose in life.

You have found no such purpose. And that scares you.

It scares you, as time mercilessly moves on, marching forward without any regard, indifferent to our struggles and desires.

It scares you, that so many people die, alone, every day and no one will bat an eye.

It scares you, because the world is a harsh and terrifying place, and you are but one of the powerless creatures amidst the vastness of humanity that can do nothing but watch.

You feel trapped, a mist covering your thoughts into nothing but a chalky haze.

Somewhere, deep inside the unconscious of your mind, you wonder if one day, you too can find a purpose. If you too can find meaning before your time in this world inevitably runs out.

Because everyone and everything that lives will always share one common fate.

Because death links all of us together. Because death smiles at us all, and all we can do is smile back.

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Your first meeting with Toji was not much of an eventful one.

It was a cold evening in the winter of January, and in your desperate attempt to fend off the biting cold as you walked your way home, you visited the nearest convenience store in hopes of purchasing a hot pack to thaw your nearly-frozen fingers.

Like you said, uneventful.

As you waited in line to pay, a string of irritated murmurs and curses could be heard from the people behind you as you silently watched the snow fall outside the glass doors. They were annoyed, glares fully directed towards the man standing in front of you who was clearly taking his sweet time.

Peering your head behind the man's wide shoulders, you realized why exactly that was. He seemed to be a couple of yen short. Your gaze flickered to the side, taking in the small array of everyday items the man intended to purchase—a toothbrush, some heat packs, two bottles of water, and a couple of packets of instant ramen.

Without a second thought, you stepped forward.

"Want me to pay the rest for you?" The words slipped from your lips softly before you glanced up at him, and in that moment, you truly saw the man's features for the first time.

Eyes of a warm, dark green met yours, framed by straight black hair that reached to his ears. A scar marred the corner of his right lip, adding a rugged charm to his otherwise smooth features.

Somehow, an urge to touch it welled up within you, though you resisted the impulse as quickly as it appeared.

Faced with such a frank question, the muscular man in the too-tight black shirt all but blinked at you.

You blinked back at him before turning your gaze to the lady behind the register with a small smile on your lips. "Here, this should cover the rest of his items, right?" you asked, taking out the exact amount of money needed.

"Do I know you from somewhere?" the gruff voice of the handsome man beside you asked, regarding you with his narrowed eyes. "Of course not." You shook your head, and a faint furrow formed between his brows.

After a beat of silence, the man sighed, gathering his items before wordlessly exiting the convenience store. But he didn't exactly leave, no.

Once you had finished paying for your own items, you stepped outside to find him waiting for you, gaze fixed upon the falling snow as he took a sip from the water bottle in his hand.

You raised a brow, the soft crunch of snow under your feet echoing in the winter night as you slowly walked towards him. "It's pretty cold tonight, isn't it?" Your voice was a quiet thing, but he nodded.

"I'm curious," he said, a half-smirk playing on his lips. "Why'd you help me out? A stranger, no less."

"I just felt the need to," you replied with a shrug, a small chuckle escaping your lips. "It was no trouble at all. Besides, it seemed like a lot of people were already pretty pissed at you behind me."

He hummed in response.

"Who knows what they would've done if you took any longer, huh?" you quipped, a playful tilt in your tone as you massaged the hot pack in your hands, eager for it to quickly warm up.

This time, it was the man himself who chuckled at your words. It's a nice sound, you thought to yourself.

"I would've been fine. You can trust me on that," he replied, finally turning to look at you, gaze steady. "Say, what can I do to thank you? You couldn't have just done all that for nothing, could you? Got too much money on your hands or something?"

You gave him a wide smile. "Just consider it as a random act of kindness."

"Really now?"

You nodded in response, barely containing the urge to burst into laughter as the man appeared momentarily stunned into silence. You were being truthful though, it was simply a random act of kindness on your part.

And, to be completely honest, he had hit the nail on the head with his last question.

With your wallet being the way it was—bulging with cash, to be precise—covering a stranger's purchase at a convenience store wouldn't even make a dent in your finances. It was only a mere drop of water in the ocean of your wealth.

"Hmm."

The man took a step toward you, followed by another, leaning down slightly to meet you at eye level. "Thanks a lot then," he said, gratitude evident in his tone as he offered a small nod of appreciation. "I'll pay you back someday. Name's Toji, by the way."

"No last name?"

"...No," Toji answered back, gaze heavy with unspoken weight. You thought it best not to pry, it was clear that Toji didn't want to discuss the circumstances of his family, a sentiment you understood all too well, given your own family history.

"All right then," you said, extending your hand for a handshake. "You can call me [Name]. A pleasure to meet you, Toji."

Toji shot your hand a long and silent stare, cautious, as if waiting for something to happen, and when no such thing happened, well, a handsome smirk tugged at the corner of his lips. "Likewise, [Name]."

His hands weren't warm, but they weren't cold either. The perfect temperature to hold on to, one you wouldn't mind not letting go of if you had to be completely honest.

As you felt the calluses scattered on Toji's palm, you couldn't help but wonder. What kind of hardships had the man in front of you endured that had left such marks on his hands?

"So, no last name either, huh?" he asked, smirking down at you, eyes fixed on your lips.

You laughed, and wiggled a brow at him for good measure. "Interested in me that much?"

"Don't push your luck, [Name]." An exasperated laugh escaped his lips. You felt his hot breath touch the tip of your nose. "I'm just a curious man, that's all."

"A curious man, huh?" you repeated before you both let go. "Well, if we happen to meet up again, I'll be sure to tell you what it is, Toji."

"Looking forward to it then," he casually answered back, and so you reciprocated by giving him a small nod in return.

The two of you parted ways soon after, exchanging phone numbers without even a wave goodbye. It was a fleeting encounter with a stranger, a random act of kindness done for no particular reason.

It wasn't until six years later that your paths would cross once more.

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He hasn't changed much since you last saw him, at least from what you remember years ago anyway.

The man called Toji still exudes the same indifferent aura to those around him, his ruggedly handsome face adorned with a hint of stubble. His choice of attire too remains predominantly black, just as you recall it to be.

"Seat next to you taken, Toji?" you say as you approach him.

His ears catch the sound of your footsteps against the floor loud and clear, but it's the call of his name that causes him to slowly whip his toward you.

You expected those calculating green eyes to be clouded with confusion and lack of recognition, but to your surprise, it's only one of those things. A smile tugs at your lips involuntarily. "It's been a long while hasn't it?"

He scoots away to make room for you to sit down, and you gladly take the seat next to him. Despite sensing a hint of familiarity behind his eyes, he then asks you with a smirk on his face, "Sorry, do I know you from somewhere?"

You play along with him, a playful glint in your eye. "Forgetting me already. Maybe you'll recognize me by the time this game is over, hm?" you say, cocking your head towards the field in front of you both.

Despite the night sky casting its dark hues above, the horse race being held on the field is as lively as ever, excitement palpable everywhere by the chorus of cheers in the air.

You flicker a gaze down, directed to Toji's hand. "Betting on the public's favorite today, aren't you? I thought you more of a gambler than this," you remark.

He narrows his eyes at you, but you sense no hostility, only amusement evident in the smirk on his lips. "Hey, now. I'm just making money with money here. Why would I bet on a losing party?" he retorts.

You laugh. "I guess we'll see who wins then."

The two of you exchange no further banter as you wait for the race to end, and when it finally does, you shoot the familiar man a smirk of your own, a stark contrast to the cute scowl on Toji's face.

"I guess I'm the only one between us bringing home some money, huh?" you say, teasingly waving the betting slip in your hand in front of Toji's face. "I'm sure we could've changed that if we had reunited sooner."

Toji rolls his eyes, then casually inclines his body to rest on the chair, one arm hanging off with an air of nonchalance. "Well, go on."

"Hm?"

"You came here knowing exactly where to find me. And I'm guessing you're not here just for small talk. What do you want?" Toji's tone carries a blend of suspicion and intrigue.

You blink slowly at him, carefreely resting your chin on the palm of your hand. "I'll pay you back someday. You told me that last time we met. Do you remember, Toji?"

"Six years is a long time, [Name]."

Your heart beats a little louder, its rhythm echoing in your chest. "You didn't answer the question, so I'm assuming that you do remember. How sweet," you say, a genuine smile gracing your lips.

"It's not every day a stranger helps me out in the convenience store, out of all places, especially when people tend to stay away," he adds, a note of genuine appreciation underlying his words.

Your gaze finds itself on the ground, avoiding his piercing gaze. After a moment of silence, during which you fiddle with the betting slip in your hand, you sigh softly.

You extend your hand, offering him the paper.

"Here."

Toji arches a brow at your gesture, but he takes the betting slip nonetheless, turning it around in his hand with a thoughtful expression. "You paying me or something?"

The chair creaks as you push your body to stand up, your eyes locked on the expansive field before you, now gradually thinning out as the people disperse. "Something like that," you answer quietly, your voice barely above a whisper.

Toji waits in silence, his gaze burning hot against the view of your back.

When you're finally ready, when you've mustered the courage within your heart, you turn back to face him, your voice finally found, steady and resolute.

"I need your help. I need you," his eyes lock onto yours as if the two of you are the only ones here, "to kill someone for me."

The smirk he sends you is answer enough.

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