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Demon Slayer ; Fūrin 《Windchime》

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Summary: When a girl with a secret past joins the demons slayer corps what secrets hide behind the mask she wears? Literally and figuratively. What are her strange powers and how did she aquire them? But most of all why does she seem strangly familiar to an unlikely pair of hashira ; Like a ghost from the past who might have been better off staying buried.

《Shes the sister of Sanemi and Genya》

Warnings: slight angst, slight swearing

Masterlist~

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A cold breeze brushed past you. The chimes that hung from the mask covering your face rung out a gentle song. It played for a long time, gracing the trees and the wild life in the field you stood in.

You were waiting.

What for? You didnt know. Your mind seemed hazy. But you were sure you would find out soon.

Destiny? Or the Dark?

The future? Or your past?

Which would you face and could you survive long enough to see its outcome, to see the end?

Your ending.

The play that was your life was cruel but never dull. Perhaps sometimes you wished that your life could have been dull. Could have been so painfully boring that at times you would wish for ritches or to live in the fanciest house, but you would be happy nontheless.

A family. With nice parents and your siblings. Your eldest brother would give you away on your wedding day, albet reluctantly, and the rest would cry with tears of joy ; because you would be marrying someone good, someone who was as far from the person your father was as you could get.

It was all a dream, you knew that, but just the thought comforted you nontheless. The wind was chilly but your heart felt warm and for a moment you felt free. Free of your past, free of your future, of your destiny and the darkness. You were just in the moment, in the now, the present.

But like all good things your peace of mind soon came to an abrupt end. Stopping in its tracks before you could fall any father into some sort of semblance of normality.

And you remebered where you were. Where you really were. And what you were doing.

Running.

Running away from the place that haunted you, that captured and tourtured you. And the blood on your hands became clearer, the way it splattered across your face and covered your body head to toe. Everything came all at once. Everything came back to you all at once.

And then nothing.

It went black.

A face of a person aproaching you was all you saw before your vision faded and then you were plunged into darkness. You had almost thought for a split second that it had been your eldest brother, that with the persons same white hair, but that would have been too lucky, too easy, for someone like you. Fate would not have allowed such a thing.

Voices of those you had met throughout your life played in your mind, rang in your ears as your body did what it could to keep you occupied while fighting to repare itself from the damage it had sustained.

Your body burned with heat and fever and you awoke in a layer of sweat that coated your whole body. You woke confused, in a place you did not recognise. A ceiling that did not resemble the dark grey one you knew so well was replaced with a plain white one. And what you were lying on was definitely far from the cold stone ground you were used to. A soft bed layered with mounds of blankets thrown over you and more pillows than you would ever need in a life time cushioning your head.

It was strange. You didnt know this place in the slightest, where were you? You werent sure if you could even move your body all that much to cheak, but soon that didnt matter as all your memories of what had happened before you passed out came rushing back to you and you shot straight up in the bed.

Turning quickly, you leaned over the side of it as your stomach lurched from the images that flashed through your mind in a blur. You retched and gaged until a few girls who seemed to be doctors or nurses of some sort came rushing into the room in a panic.

When you turned to look at the four who had just entered the room you recognised one to be the woman who you had seen approaching you before blacking out. You wanted to say something but your throat burned from the acid in your stomach after being sick. Even if it didnt, you knew you couldnt talk anyway, you hadnt been able to since you were very young. You also needed water desperately, having said that when one of the girls handed you a glass of water you were hesitant to take it.

You had had your fair share of trusting people you shouldnt have and you werent going to do it again. You had enough for one lifetime and now you would only rely on yourself. Your throat felt scratchy and continued to burn ever worse but you swatted the young girls hand away in retaliation. This was nothing, a little discomfort wouldnt get you to make a mistake like 'that' again.

You shuddered at the thought.

The white haired woman sat down on a chair next to your bed while the three young girls went about cleaning the mess you had made like they were used to it. The woman regarded you with a small bow. Something about her eyes made you nervous. Nevertheless she was probably the most beautiful woman you had seen in your life, that made you let your guard down ever so slightly. And when you caught yourself out for it, instead of making you more comfortable it just made you more stressed.

You didnt bow back but she didnt seem to be offened by it. If you did bow to her you somehow got the feeling that it would have made her uneasy aswell anyway. Then she spoke for the first time, in a silky smooth voice. It was soft like a lullaby and you couldnt help your mind from wandering to wondering what she would sound like if she sang.

"I know you must be very alarmed right now. But its alright you can relax, your safe now. Even if you dont fully trust me thats fine, i understand"

You stared in silence.

She continued with a sigh, bowning once again but this time lower, her hands rested on her knees, her head inches away

"Im so sorry that i did not arrive in time, if i had maybe i could have done something. I know nothing i say now will ease your pain, that all my words are just empty regrets but i pray you will be able to find comfort here and let go of any troubles you bare."

What the hell was this woman on about? She seemed to know your situation, what had happened to you, but how? Wouldnt the normal reaction be to accuse you from what she found? Was she in her right mind? Just who was this lady that she was fully on your side after seeing a bunch of dead bodies and solely you left alive running away from them? Covered in blood at that.

One of the three girls who looked like triplets lit a small candle on your bedside table and you were able to get a better look at the woman's face. It seemed that your earlier assumption was correct. Even in the dim light of the moon peaking through the windows it reflected off her snowy white hair and pale skin.

Now with the light of the candle it gave her a sence of warmth and familiarity rather than an aura of a cold and chilly woman with deep icey blue eyes. You subconsciously let your fingers run along some of the features of your own face wondering if anyone could ever see you that way. Of course, you wore a mask most of the time anyway so people would hardly know what you looked like underneath to even form an opinion. Even if they did you didnt know if you really wanted to know what it was.

Soon realising the fox mask you treasured was no longer covering your face, you looked around ferociously before noticing it layed out on the bedside table next to the now lit candle. You picked it up and traced your fingers along its groves before placing it back on your face once again, chimes clinking as you did so. Not feeling full without it.

Only then did you also realise that it was deep in the night. Dawn had just been breaking when you passed out so how long had you been asleep for? A day? Longer? And you still did not know where you were.

This all felt too familiar to a certain memory and it was starting to piss you off.

Seemingly reading your mind you got a few answers to your questions the next time the woman with the white hair spoke.

"You must be confused, i see that. I forgot to introduce myself, how rude of me. My name is Amane Ubuyashiki."

And then it clicked. You knew that name, you had heard it before from the man who had raised you, a retired hashira. Kagaya Ubuyashiki was the master of the demon slayer corps and Amane Ubuyashiki was his wife, or so he had said. So is that where you were, some base of the demon slayer corps? You now understood why she bowed to you like she did, she must have been feeling guilty about what happened to you but you didnt know how to feel.

Right now you couldnt feel much of anything. Or you felt so much that it all just blended together and you couldnt call it anything distinct. Maybe your mind was trying to conceal your true emotions for fear of what they would do to you. Lady Ubuyashiki continued as if seeing the cog wheels moving in your head and the information linking together.

"I see you know who i am. Thats good, then im sure you also know that my husband is the head of the demon slayer corps and that is where you are now. This is the Butterfly Masion." She then gestured to the three girls who had finished cleaning up, now layering more blankets across the end of the bed and fluffing pillows.

"Let me introduce you. These girls are Naho, Kiyo and Sumi, they, along with the caretaker Aoi, the insect Hashira owning this estate, Shinobu and her Tsuguko, Kanao, will be taking care of you until you fully recover. If you need anything just ask them."

She gently placed a quill and paper onto the bedside table as she said this. She must have already been told by one of the girls who treated you that you werent able to speak, if the deep scar that ran along your throat wasnt a tell-tale sign enough. You fiddled with the bandages that looped around some scrapes and gashes on one of your arms.

As you did this you couldnt help but wonder what she, Amane Ubuyashiki, was doing here. Couldnt one of the girls who was taking care of you explain all that? Was it guilt that was fueling all these actions of hers? You had heard that the leaders of the demon slayer corps were compassionate from the old hashira who took you in but you had never thought it was to this extent. You had some idea as to why you had been taken in by the demon slayer corps after they found you but where were you ment to go from here? Recover and then what?

"Become a demon slayer"

Your head shot up at her words.

Had you heard correctly? Become a demon slayer? You? You had always been told to stay away from becoming one. That you shouldnt because it was dangerous and you could be killed. But after what you had gone through it didnt sound as crazy any more. What really was the difference between humans and demons? To you they were all the same. Wheather it was humans you fought or demons, you would win.

Because your world was a world where it was either kill or be killed.

Live or die.

And you sure as hell had come too far, gone through too much shit to back down now. You couldnt take revenge on the world you were born into but you did take revenge on the ones who killed the people who called you family like you were of their own blood. Thats what the situation this woman, Amane Ubuyashiki, found you after. Passed out and covered in blood and wounds from head to toe.

But what about your family who was of your own blood? You had never gotten revenge for them. Back then you were far too weak to kill demons and most of all you were far too pure of heart back then to go killing anyone for that matter.

But now it was different.

Now your hands had been stained with blood and you were no longer the weak child you once were when you left that hut. When you left the safe confines of the second home you had been raised in by the old hashira. When you left full of hope on a warm spring day to find your own path in life but now you have ended up back on the path that you left and never dared go down because of that mans warning.

Only this time you were stained in the blood of those who wronged you and the light in your eyes had faded out completely once and for all, leaving only a retched heart and a hollow soul. This time you would dare yourself to go down that path.

But not for a noble reason or even a normal one.

There was only one thing you wanted now. Only one thing you had to know.

If killing makes you a monster.

Then demons must be monsters.

But if you kill a monster does that make you one as well?

Most people would call you a hero. But are there really such things as heros?

Those are all lies. The truth is...

Thats the price you have to pay.

For revenge.

Throw away your humanity and become a monster.

At the very least...

You wont become a demon.

Snapping out of your thoughts you noticed the three younger identical girls Naho, Kiyo and Sumi had all seemingly vacated the room by this point. You turned your attention back to the wife of the demon slayer corps master. Her facial expression remained composed but you could see her eyes filled with something akin to worry and or pity in the flickering of the candle light.

Dropping her head slightly and sighing once again she got up from where she was sat, turning to leave as she started "I apologise, that was abrupt of me. Please dont feel presured to respond right now, just focus on getting bet-"

Before she could make it too far out of reach you grabbed her hand. You could tell that you didnt need words for her to understand what you ment. Maybe it was the tightness of your grip on her or the unusual detemination in your usually lifeless eyes, but either way she returned your gesture with a small smile.

She didnt say anything else, other than patting your head as if in some sort of reasurance or comfort, before she got to the door of the room.

"I hope that sometime, even if its not soon, even if its in the distant future, you will be able to rely not only on me but also on our demon slayer corps."

With those last words she left you alone in the dark room that was only aluminated by the small candle light, which blew out curtly with the closing of the door.

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A demon.

It was one of your earliest memories.

Not the first...but early enough.

How old had you been then? Maybe around seven?

You had always been chasing after your elder brothers back then. Wanting to help in any way you could. They had shielded you plenty times before when your father would get into one of his moods and take it out on you or your younger siblings in a fit. You couldnt shield your elder brothers like that but you could do other things to help. If they would just let you that is. Or rather, if your eldest brother would let you.

You were forever trying to carry and haul stuff to sell like they did but you had unfortunately inherited your mothers small frame which showed even as a child. Of course, that in no way ment you were weak, rather, you powered through out of spite, when they told you not to hurt yourself trying to lift something, just to make a point.

Your mother, despite her small stature, wasnt weak either. While you couldnt shield your elder brothers, she could and she did. She protected them, all of you, no matter the cost, even if it ment her getting hurt. Maybe she felt guilty for bringing you all into a world where you needed to be protected from your own father, raising you in a home that wasnt fully safe. She never let it show though, if she was sad or angry, she always wore a small smile donning her soft features.

You couldnt do what your mother did, couldnt protect your older brothers or wear a constant smile while hiding your own emotions, not back then at least. But still, you helped, although it couldnt have been said that you helped an awful lot. You would get tired afterwards and have to sit in the merchant cart full of things to sell pulled by your eldest brother. Maybe you could have done more, been more useful if your eldest brother hadnt been forever telling you not to help and to go play with your other, younger, siblings.

But of course you thought you had some sort of responsibility as the third oldest out of all your siblings. After all, the two eldest, Sanemi and Genya, were always looking after and protecting you all and your second brother was only a year older than you anyway. You did what you could but instead you ended up opting for cooking for everyone instead.

Since your father had been killed thanks to his own stupid personality, your mother, as well as your two eldest brothers, had to make the money instead. That ment your mother got back home late at night and was almost falling asleep while trying to cook for everyone. So you went around to anyone in the village who knew how to cook, house wives, shop owners of cafes or the nice old chef from the small restaurant on the corner and begged them to teach you how to cook.

It started off small, you wanted to learn how to at least cook well enough to make something edible. Soon with alot of hard work, for a seven year old, you got used to your own job in providing, taking care of and protecting your siblings and your mother.

Your family.

Those were some of your earliest memories.

But those ones arent the ones you were talking about. There was no such demon in those memories, unless you count your late father that is.

You wished that was true, you really did. He earned the title demon, not your mother. No matter what she did, no matter what happened to her, you would never call her a demon. Although you suposed others wouldnt agree with you, she had in fact been turned into one. One of those creatures. Slaughtering her own children, her own family against her will. Yes, against her will not the will of what she had become, what she had been driven to, turned into.

You all stayed inside the house, waiting for your eldest brother to return with her. That was when it happened, it was all so fast. One second everyone was rushing to welcome your mother home, the next red painted your vision and blood covered the room. You had run to welcome your mother as well but ended up stopping after hearing your second brother, Genyas, shouts to stop and stay put. Your siblings didnt.

It was probably thanks to him, Genya, that you ended up surviving, albet that didnt mean you hadnt gotten seriously injured. You remembered lying face down in a pool of blood, wheather it was yours or your siblings you couldnt tell. Looking back on it, it was probably a mix of both. The shock in your body stilled you from moving, moving to feel what the source of the pain in your neck was.

Instead you felt your brothers trembling hands press something akin to fabric against your neck. His cries and shouts faded away as he ran for help. You didnt want to be left alone then, you were scared but you couldnt say anything. When you tried the pain in your neck seared and an odd gurgling sound was produced instead of words.

Your head had started to feel fuzzy, you were probably loosing too much blood. But with the adrenaline now finally starting to course through your body, as it went into survival mode, you were able to push yourself onto your knees. Taking with you the piece of torn bedsheet your brother had placed on your neck to try and stifle the bleeding. Then you stood up fully.

Not only were you not in your right mind, your vision also started to fade and became tunnled. You dont remember most of what happened after that, it was probably the blood loss but you managed to haul yourself out of your house and into the woods, fading in and out of conciousness as you went. You wanted to leave the house to look for your brother, you didnt want to be left alone, but with the lack of blood you couldnt think properly.

Even if you could think straight you didnt think your body would have listened very well anyways. You only remember bits and pieces after that, while fading in and out, tredding through snow in the dark night. Even so, the moon shone down and eluminated the redness that trailed behind you. Holding the small piece of bedsheet fabric flush against your neck you could safely assume it was no longer the same colour as the snow that surrounded you.

A noise echoed in the near distance, but you didnt waver, you couldnt do a thing. You couldnt utter a sound never mind scream for help, you didnt even know where you were or where you were going never mind finding the source of the sound. You didnt even know if that was someone who could help or was a person at all. Nevertheless fragmented pieces of a figure not too far away in the distance from you stood still, regarding you cautiously.

Whatever it was seven year old you had plenty of fight, will, left but didnt have any strength in your body to back it up. A final ditch effort to take a few more steps forward towards whatever the hell that thing was was all it took before...nothing.

It wasnt the first time in your life that you had been met with darkness. You had often passed out after another of your fathers mood swings but this time felt different. This time felt more peaceful, a comforting sort of peace as if it was telling you that it was okay if you wanted to stay forever. That you didnt have to go back out into the harsh world anymore and endure. It sounded tempting, you wanted to stay, you really did but then you felt something, something familiar.

A hand.

Whose hand was it?

Your mothers?

One of your elder brothers?

That was it.

It felt like the warm touch of your eldest brother patting your head, or taking your temperature when you grew ill.

You had woken up to that touch every time you had passed out before and it was always a welcome feeling, a welcome sight. You wanted to feel that warmth again, see your brother again. See everyone again.

All you had to do was wake up.

You awoke once again to that hand on your forehead. You tried to snuggle further into it but it was quickly removed and you were instead met with the sound of furious shuffling. You opened your eyes to see a boy, quite a young one, he couldnt have been any older than your eldest brother. He regarded you with his shining deep blue eyes, his black hair falling over them, before pressing a cold wet cloth to your forehead.

"So shes awake" an elderly voice spoke from the corner of the room where the door was.

Two more people entered the room. One with orange hair and purple eyes who looked the same age as the boy next to you. The other man was much older. He reminded you of the old chef from your village who helped to teach you how to cook. Often times you had liked to pretend that he was your grandfather, even if that wasnt really true it was a nice thought, a comforting one. You guessed you never really grew out of that habit. The pretending. But you were afraid if you didnt reality would be too much to bear.

When you were young you would hear stories of demons from other children, from bedtime tales, and then when you couldnt sleep at night because of the monster in the closet and those scary tales, your mother would tell you it simply wasnt real.

But then you grow up. You find out that that was the lie. That they are real. And if theyre real, if theyre not pretend, then why should what you make up in your mind be any less real to you.

"She just woke up" the boy with blue eyes next to you answered the elderly man.

The elderly man kneeled down next to you on the oposite side of the blue eyed boy before swatting him away to get fresh water for the cloth on your forehead. The orange haired boy who had briefly left the room came back in with a pail of warm water and a bunch of fresh cloths, seemingly for any wounds you had sustained.

The elderly man wore a strange red mask and a blue haori with a cloud pattern. You couldnt see his face from underneath the mask but his voice was gruff and aged, sounding as if he had an answer to every question. You got the feeling he was somewhat of a wise old man.

You didnt know where you were, but you werent scared. Maybe you were too exhausted to be scared. Whatever the case you felt an unusual calm. Maybe it was the lingering ghostly feeling of a warm hand on your forehead or how the boy from before reminded you of your eldest brother. Or even how the elderly man reminded you of the old chef from your village.

You shouldnt have been feeling calm in this situation, it was as if your body woudnt let you remember all the bad stuff until it got well enough physically for you to be able to handle that reality mentally. The reality that everything you had ever known your whole life had been stripped away from you in one night, one second, one action.

Your body started to sweat more, you definitely had a fever, you could feel it coursing throughout your body now. You hadnt given the state of your body and how it felt any notice before due to the unknown environment you awoke in. Your head had probably been hurting the whole time as well but now it was pounding so hard it made you noticeably wince.

"Easy child...here" the old man took notice and ever so gently lifted a bamboo water ladel up to your mouth. The cold liquid sliped past your chapped lips slowly enough for you to be able to drink properly without choking on it. You realised how thirsty you actually were, you hadnt noticed that before either.

"Dont be afraid, your safe here, this is my house, nothing can get you here. My name is Sakonji Urokodaki, this is Sabito..." He gestured towards the boy with orange hair and purple eyes. His face contourted in a way that made his pretty features stand out even more, highlighting his beauty. He smiled in greeting with a little nod in your direction.

The boy with blue eyes and black hair from before entered the room once again, this time with more cold water for the cloth on your forehead. The man called Urokodaki gestured once again, this time towards that boy as he set the pail down near you.

"This is Tomioka Giyuu, hes the one who found you, or rather saved you. He found you walking alone in the snowy mountains, do you remember that?"

You didnt feel obligated to answer as the question sounded rather retorical, instead you opted to slightly move your head side to side from where you lay. You were instantly glad you hadnt tried to talk because after you shook your head a sharp pain originating from your throat shot through your nervous system. You flinched from the sensation and clutched your hand into a tight fist to try and relieve it somewhat. You now understood just why Mister Urokodaki had been so gentle when giving you water earlier.

Slowly you brought your hand up to where you felt the pain, gliding the tips of your fingers gently across your neck you became keenly aware of an unusual pattern across it. You felt as if you had just woken up fully since you had opened your eyes a few minutes ago. Running your fingers back along your neck once again you felt something prickly, almost sharp, running in a long line across it in a pattern of X's.

You hissed internally as it started to burn when you continued the motion after several times. The old man next to you watched from behind his mask for a long while before sending both of the younger boys out, leaving only you and him in the room now. Gently he coerced your hand away from your neck and back down to your side.

You looked up at him from where you lay, frightened for the first time since you awoke. Most of what happened the night before returned to you in fragmented pieces. Alot of it was foggy due to the blood loss. Had it only been one night since then? A day? Longer? It was bright outside from what you could tell, just how long had passed. Was everyone alright?

Your mother, elder brothers and younger siblings. Were they all okay, had they survived? You had seen with your own eyes how badly they had all been injured, all but your older brother Genya who ran for help. You didnt even know about your eldest brother, Sanemi, since he had gone after the thing that attacked you all. He was strong but could he have really survived that. Even if he did he would be gravely injured and could have succumbed to those injuries later on.

You started to hyperventilate, panicing now as the memories of seening your family slaughtered before your eyes returned. Along with wondering if there was an unlikely chance anyone was even left alive besides you. You tried to get up but your body felt like lead. You managed to push yourself up onto your forearms before you were stopped in your tracks by Mister Urokodaki, your efforts in vain.

"Breathe...breathe" he gathered up the cloth on your forehead, replacing it with a new one. As your mind slowly calmed down once again, you heard the quiet crackling of the fire from the hearth in the living room. It reminded you of home, when you used to sit everyday by that fire and cook meals over it for your family.

Glimpsing it just ouside the door to the room as you turned your head in its direction, you imagined yourself sitting by it, working away. A few of your siblings sat watching near you but not so close that they could get burned by the flames. The rest played farther behind you or outside just within your line of sight, waiting until you called them in for supper.

The family that you would never cook for again, never see again. It was like everything was normal, everything in the world was the same but they were gone and no one cared. You would live in that world knowing that the people who made the world worth living in were gone forever and you had no way of stopping it or getting them back. The fire would continue to crackle and burn brighter but it would never be used again. Never again would you look down on it with a smile, only quenching it with the tears that flowed down unto it from your eyes.

You were completely alone.

Your eyes streamed and poured and you wanted to hide your face in the pillow and scream your lungs out but even if you did you were afraid no sound would come out. All you could do was writhe in the old mans arms in agony until you were too tired to continue. He let you do so, patting your head so softly, so gently you would think you were something to be treasured and not just a now mute and orphaned child. A child who had no worth or value and no one who loved her any longer.

You lived to the best of your ability for the next year of your life and the memories slowly started to fade evermore. The pain remained but even that began to waver in time as you were showered in a new warmth, a new love. In time you learned about what it was that attacked your family that night. Mister Urokodaki called it a demon. You could only assume who it had been before it was turned, yet you refrained from doing so in spite of already knowing the answer deep down.

You got along with the two older boys, Giyuu and Sabito quite well as you all bonded over your unfortunate yet fortunate circumstances. It may have also helped with the fact that they were the same age as your eldest brother. You learned that when Giyuu found you he had been running away from some of his own village's people who branded him as mentally ill when he told them about his sister being killed by a demon.

It happened on the same night your family were killed and his village was only a short distance from yours as well. They were both connected by that mountain so it had been a lucky and coincidental meeting when he saved you. Although you just hoped the demon that had gotten your family hadnt been the same one that got his.

For a years time the two boys trained to become demon slayers guided by Mister Urokodaki. You often liked to observe some of their practice sessions. Although most of the time you were kept away as they took place in the harsh snowy mountains and you were still recovering.

You had been seen by quite a few doctors but none could say for certain that you would ever be able to talk again within your lifetime. Your voice box had been severed from the injury you sustained along your neck during the attack. You would be lying if you said you were surprised, if all the time you werent allowed to talk while recovering wasnt a good enough hint.

Soon Giyuu and Sabito left for their final exam, where if they passed they would get to become official demon slayers, part of the Demon Slayer Corps. You watched the both of them go, you remember it so vividly. Waving them off with Mister Urokodaki as Giyuu gave a polite wave back, his eyes still held a light of childhood innocence. Sabito waved as well before ruffling Giyuus hair harshly, both of them donned in Mister Urokodakis students signature warding fox masks, to protect them from harm.

A bit ironic, if you did say so yourself, considering you rarely ever removed yours in the years after this memory.

You wondered back then when you would get to wear one of those masks, when you would be the one waving goodbye to Mister Urokodaki as you set off to your own final exam instead of being the one left behind. Only what you didnt know then as you watched their backs fade away into the distance, as the sun set behind the hills, was that only one would return alive.

Giyuu returned not long after bearing the news, Sabitos signature patchwork haori in hand. It was like another of your siblings had been taken from you by demons. As if the first time hadnt been enough for one lifetime. Giyuu, Sabito and you had been together for a whole year, through thick and thin. You helped each other come to terms with what happened to you and they fervently took care of you as you recovered. They made you feel like you didnt need to be able to speak out loud to have someone understand you, as well as understand how you felt inside.

Now Sabito was gone and with him went the last of the light in Giyuu's eyes, the innocence and his childhood. Now instead of a sparkling blue they were dull, almost grey, like the cold sea after a storm. Giyuu had been deeply affected by Sabitos passing, to put it nicely. Sabito had been the strongest slayer in their final exam, he had gotten rid of every demon on that mountain except for one.

The one that kept killing all of Mister Urokodakis kids, his other students that came before them, your predecessors. But Sabito had been so horrified by what he found out that he had gotten killed. All the demon slayers survived and passed the exam because of him, Giyuu included, according to him.

Giyuu only came back to tell you both the unfortunate news, he now had to go out into the world and fulfill his duties as a demon slayer. You wanted to give him something before he left, now not knowing if you would ever see him again after he walked out that door. With what happened to Sabito, you didnt want to think about it but, you knew it was a very likely reality. Gathering the haori Giyuu had brought back with him you got to work.

Your stitching skills werent as good as your cooking but you thought they should suffice for something as simple as this. Back home, one of your other siblings or mother would always be the ones to fix any clothes that needed it but you had learned all the same.

Saying goodbye to someone is one of the hardest things to do. Especially when you cant be sure you'll ever see that person again in this lifetime. Hugs were shared and heads were patted, gifts exchanged and tears shed. You hugged Giyuu so tightly you thought your arms would break. You might not have let go if Mister Urokodaki hadnt persuaded you to let go to give him your present.

Out of a small undecorated box the blue eyed boy pulled out a half red, half patchwork haori. Half of the fabric being his sisters, the other, Sabitos. You werent sure if he'd like it but you thought he would want to keep both of them close in some way as a sign of remeberance. That was if you knew him well and having been with him for a year you were pretty sure you could safely say that you did.

In return you earned a small pat on the head and a soft smile that reminded you of your older brother, as well as a present of your own. A small silver windchime attached to a (f/c) ribbon. It sawyed back and forth in the slight wind and rung out a beautiful melody, one you wouldnt forget anytime soon.

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You should have been nervous, echos ricocheted from the sound of your feet hitting the steps up to the entrance. You should have been terrified, with all you had gone through, with losing your family at a young age, to be entering this place. But you weren't. It was almost laughable, hysterical. You felt eerily calm, like when you first awoke in Mister Urokodakis house after your family was slaughtered and you were brought back from the brink of death.

The tips of your fingers ghosted over the scar that ran along your throat and you winced even though it had long since healed. As you ascended to the gates of the final examination of the demon slayer corps. You would finally quell the itch that was your constant crave for vengence.

For everything.

For what happened to you.

For what happened to your family.

For what happened to your friends.

It wasnt only that thought that calmed you though. The chimes that hung from your fox mask, the one that is suposed to ward off bad luck, as ironic as that sounded now, they sounded out through the air like they had done many a time before. They played the same tune they always did.

The tune they played when you first got them. The tune they played when you were at your lowest and when you decided your path in this life. It was always the same sound, the only thing that stayed consistent in this messed up box this world stuck you in. And it brought you back down to earth like it had done over and over repeatedly.

Only this time, hopefully, the path you wished to travel from the start, the path of vengence, for your family, would be wide open and finally ready for the taking.

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What mysterious past does Y/n have that we dont know about yet? 🤔

What situation did Amane Ubuyashiki find her in?

What happened to the people who treated her like she and they were blood related?

Come back for part 2 to find out🤗 (if i ever get around to making it that is)

#demon slayer #demon slayer x reader #demon slayer x y/n #sanemi shinazugawa #genya shinazugawa #giyuu tomioka #kimetsu no yaiba #kny x reader #kny sabito

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eclipse-rain · 5 months

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Jjk - Big Brother Yuji + Choso Headcanons;

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Warning: Mentions of attempted suicide in first part + manga spoilers obvi

Masterlist~

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|Backstory|

•You and yuji are twins (sry i love them being twins soo much)

•you grew up together with him and your grandfather

•but the thing is, when dealing with jujutsu sorcerers being a twin is considered bad

•this ment you could see cursed spirits while yuji could not

•your grandfather tried to console you by saying they werent real and to try and ignore them for fear of people thinking you were crazy and trying to put you in a hospital

•you tried your best to think that way and you learned not to freak out in front of other people about what you were seeing

•but you were a kid and they looked scary, why were you the only one seeing these monsters?

•yuji was the main reason you were able to look past it, past them

•he was always in front of you so all you had to do was look towards him and then everything was alright

•his smile was always such a reassuring sight, it could put you at ease almost instantly, wash all your troubles away in the blink of an eye

•you really loved your older twin brother, and he loved you just as much

•it would have been good if things had stayed that way, but i guess then we wouldnt have this story

•there was a time where you couldnt take it anymore, the constantly being scared and looking over your shoulder, it was during a short period of time when yuji wasnt around

•you were nine years old by this point and in the bath, suddenly the bubbly water looked more reassuring than staying in a world full of monsters being the only one who could see them

•you let yourself sink into the warmth and the next thing you knew, yuji was above you, holding you in a fresh fluffy towel but instead of smiling like he always did, he was crying

•for the next year yuji and your grandfather had you sing everytime you bathed or showered for fear of it happening again

•but you had realised from that day on that if you had yuji in your life, wheather he was far away or right next to you, as long as he was alive you could push past what you saw and focus on him, you could stay alive too

•you were born together so you both had an unspoken promise that you would live together and when the time came, die together

•thats not the only thing that went wrong though

《Yeah im about to change the whole plot and spice it up real good, cue the trauma✨》

•when you were ten kenjaku came to retrieve one of you, either yuji or you, it didnt matter which

•your grandfather knew this would happen some time in the future as kenjaku made it known after you both were born

•but your grandfather kept it from both of you and raised you the same way, without difference, same clothes, same hair, same treatment so that he could try and feel less attachment when the time came to give one of you away

•what he would get in return would be the guaranteed safety of the other twin, not a hair on their head would be touched and they would have a normal life as a human unless they themself chose otherwise

•your grandfather had been stuck between a rock and a hardplace

•and thats how you got separated from your twin and your grandfather

•your grandfather didnt even know which one of you kenjaku took, he raised you both without any difference, including gender

•that didnt mean it didnt impact him any less though, he turned away from yuji, became more distant and contemplative of his life and yujis future

•he regretted and agonised over what happened every single day he lived until his death and made sure to make yuji promise not to end up alone at his own death bed

•yuji always kept you in mind, he never forgot a single thing about you, your hair, your eyes, your smell, the feeling of your small hand in his as he led you to your next class in school

•you were the first loss he faced in his life, your grandfather didnt have the heart to tell yuji where you had actually gone, not that he knew

•And kenjaku with his connections or powers god knows what, made it seem, to your school, all the people in the community, as if you had died and with what happened last year that didnt come as much of a shock

•otherwise people would start to ask questions if you suddenly werent around, like you had dissapeared into thin air, even though by all accounts your grandfather knew...you had

•he wasnt even allowed to know where you were going or what you would be doing, if you would have a normal life or whatever the alternative to that was

•Or even worse you were actually dead and kenjaku hadnt just made people believe that so yuji and him could live a normal peaceful life

•but in reality and unbeknownst to your grandfather kenjaku had plans for you, those which were never revealed to you and that you couldnt figure out because you could never for the life of you read the person who was suposed to be your so called "mother"

•of course you didnt know that kenjaku was technically your birth mother, you only figured it out years later, five years later to be exact, when you were fifteen, a little while before yuji also found out

•kenjaku didnt know which one of you he had taken either at the time but it didnt matter to him, it was all the same regardless

• he hadnt even planned on either of your births, with all the rest of the cursed wombs being failures he didnt have much hope left for either of you to work out in his master plan, just like the nine death painting brothers you both were far too normal (though his and your versions of normal didnt seem to align)

•but now you just seemed to give him more options, more paths he could take, more fun, a variable in his master plan if you will

•wheather you both would be a catalysts or not was up to you two but you yourself had made it your lifes mission so that your brother could continue living safely without the need of ever knowing that you werent crazy after all and what you saw was real

•let him be ignorant, let you carry all this burden by yourself, if he can be the light, your light and give you hope then you can be the darkness, carry his burdens, his share of darkness aswell as yours

•it would have probably stayed that way if he hadnt gotten himself entangmed with the king of curses after - of all the ones he could have eaten

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|Choso|

•being one of kenjakus kids means your the only girl amongst all your siblings which definitely sucked a bit in your eyes

•like what do you mean you have ten siblings and not even a single one is a girl

•you'd have to put up with yuki as your big sister since that was the closest to the real thing you would get

•you werent there when yuji and nobara killed Eso and Kechizu and you didnt even know that they were your brothers yet anyway

•you first met choso when (of all times) kenjaku, mahito and he were playing a board game while waiting for the outcome of the fight between yuji, nobara, megumi, Eso and Kechizu

•well you didnt talk or even make eye contact but you both knew each other was there (you're probably in a badass looking cloke or something idk babe)

•kenjaku tried to coax you into playing with them, fed up you just ended up 'standing guard' so you could get some peace and quiet or so you thought because they (*ahem* mahito *ahem*) wouldnt stfu

•You were colder now that you were older and not showered in your big brothers light which he directed completely at you when you were younger

•you didnt say a word the whole time, you rarely did since you had been with kenjaku and his lackies

•you wondered everyday, since you had learned what cursed spirits were, why he still kept you alive and with him, you couldnt read him at all and it gave you a horrible pit in your stomach

•of course how were you to even guess what really was your realtion to him, even if cursed spirits and jujutsu sorcerers were real kenjaku technically being your mother still seemed a bit far fetch when you first learned about it

•as you listened to their conversation you noted that a person called itadori yuji was one of the jujutsu sorcerers fighting against chosos younger brothers along with a girl named kugisaki nobara

•you had come here now for this exact reason, (after learning yuji was now a jujutsu sorcerer) just in case something happened you would protect your brother, even if you didnt see him in person, even if you did and he didnt remember you, or recognise you

•after they split off to see who could find him first so did you, you had to find him before they did

•you didnt ... (well done)

•choso and yuji still fought and he almost killed yuji successfully but for some reason when you found choso he was alone, no yuji in sight and he was huddled in a ball on the ground looking like he was having a mental breakdown (whatever that was about)

•though when you questioned him about if he found yuji yet or not he suddenly got wierdly defensive, you decided you werent gonna try and reason with a cursed spirit who was obviously crazed since he was working with kenjaku (even if he was doing it for family which was the exact same reason as you had for doing the same thing)

•kenjaku ; the man who basically kidnapped you from your home five years ago for god knows what reason, telling you that you were special since you could see cursed spirits

•the man who made you feel special and useful and like you had a purpose in life, the man that put you on a pedestal above all those who couldnt see cursed spirits like you could

•his manipulative methods could have worked on your young mind, they had somewhat, but never fully because of one key thing

•this was because you always remembered yuji, your kind older brother who couldnt see cursed spirits, unlike you, but just the same as the people (humans) who would call you wierd or crazy for being able to

•but he wasnt one of those people, by all accounts in your mind and heart, to this day you still believe he is the kindest person in the whole world and it was because of this that you never saw yourself above non-sorcorers because your precious big brother was one of those people

•And it should have stayed that way

•but it didnt

•and you cant help but blame yourself everyday for it (even tho its literally not ur fault babes chill out a bit)

•for not being more prepaired, for not being more aware, for not keeping better tabs on your brother for fear kenjaku might break his promise to your grandfather now that he was dead

•you had asked kenjaku to tell you about what yuji was up to after you left when you were small

•as you got older you didnt want kenjaku being near yuji and his information on him could be unreliable, just lies he fed to you

•so you stopped asking to know about yuji and for a while stayed away completely before you started keeping your own tabs on him when you were older and more able, stronger

•you had learned alot in your time with kenjaku and his lackies, even if it was unwillingly and even if it was perhaps ruining you, or who you used to be

•the small, kind and scared girl was no more, instead a shell of that girl remained, who would only come out of hiding when she was face to face with her brother again finally

•instead now you were cold and unspeaking, as you were unwavering in the face of the same monsters you once ran from

•you had only found out that your grandfather had even died after you finally dug into what yujis life was like after you got older

•you also learned yuji had eaten a curse and enrolled in Jujutsu high school, now under so called "protection" by some of the most fearsome jujutsu sorcorers who ever lived

•*back to the present ig* both you and choso went looking for yuji again, since you had no luck finding him by yourself last time you chose to stick with choso this time as he found him first last time

•Choso however was less than pleased at having you stick to him, as he now for some reason seemed even more determined to find Yuji if that was even possible

•choso can sense the transformations of his younger brothers through their blood connections no matter how far away they are

•choso could see yuji in his fake memory because yuji was going through the final transformation, which is death

•choso during his mental breakdown had figured out yuji was his youngest brother, but he also found out something else

•see yuji was a twin and that ment he shared his soul with his other half, his own twin, you

•that ment if he died a piece of the other twin would die along with him

•this ment he could also see yujis twin there too, you

•though since he wasnt dealing with your soul (death/transformation) directly, but just a link between you and yujis as twins, you were very blurry and he couldnt properly make out your face in his paniced state of mind

•so he didnt recognise you as the person who kenjaku brought along (you could have had ur face covered by like a hood or mask when with kenjaku as well)

•he could see the other cursed wombs properly only because they were all already dead

•choso and you end up getting confronted by a curse and with him now being even more hell bent on finding yuji he leaves you to deal with it (he ran without saying a word to you, leaving you by yourself, he did not care lmao, he's off to protect his new baby bro)(tbf he didnt no you were his sister yet and feels bad about it in the future)

•so you two got separated

(Skipping to when he finds out cuz im lazy)

•choso when he finds out he also has a younger sister, which is you, would be very shocked at first, and a little unbelieveing of it, since all the other cursed wombs had been male

•honestly he didnt think it was even possible for them to be female at this point (not that it was a big deal) 1/11 those are wierd odds tho

•there had to be a reason for this, perhaps thats why kenjaku/noritoshi kamo was so interested in you (so maybe it was a big deal?? He wasnt so sure but he hoped that wasnt the case, kenjaku had seemed pretty interested in yuji also and he wasnt female)

•he didnt know if he should treat you any differently than he did for his brothers for a while when he first found out

•he was the same amount of pushy about wanting you to call him big brother as he was with yuji though, possibly even more so

•he has a little sister now, thats crazy, he wants to hear what being called big brother is like coming from you

•when you finally called him big brother the first time he started bawling like a baby

•after the shibuya incident the three of you are all living normal human lives together after everything was over

•yuji cooking in the kitchen like he had done so many times for you before in your childhood, choso and you both sat at oposite ends of the kitchen table

•A warm light from the window shone across it, signaling the first signs of it setting and nights approach, it would feel warm and cozy, the atmosphere light hearted and safe

•choso would be taking in the sight of it all, slightly melancholic, thinking of how your other brothers never got to experience this

•you would be reading a book, possibly even studying now that your back at school, a hot cup of steaming tea a little to your right, a basket of fruits in the center, a cat lay on your lap barely visible, only so by an ear twitch or the slight swish of a fluffy tail

•butterflys landed on the plants by the back door, the one that lead to the back gardens, where cherry blossom flowers bloomed on the trees in spring but in autumn they were bare and the air was cold and crisp

•farther down a trail of cherry blossom trees, the chickens roamed and slept inside their coops snuggled up to one another for warmth, you would go down to collect the eggs tomorrow morning as you had done this morning, those ones now being used by yuji prepairing omurice for your evening meal

•yuji and you were happy once again and choso could safely say he was the most happy now than he had ever been since he had been born, he just wished his brothers could have felt this way too

•the three of you had buried the remaining cursed wombs and mementos of Eso and Kechizu in the back garden next to your grandfathers grave

•you three visited them everyday and told them about everything that happened, from exciting things to those that were rather boring or simple

•it was a nice way to live

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Im backkk bitchesss📣, dont get ur hopes up tho, im here for a good time not a long time sry

I love writing nonsense about my silly little scenarios✊

Idk how i haven't written for jjk yet because its literally one of my favorite anime/mangas rn (I've also been waiting for choso to get animated and get more attention since i first saw his fine ass in the manga)

If there are plot holes pretend your ✨blind✨👩‍🦯

#jjk #jjk x reader #yuji itadori #choso kamo #jjk choso #yuji x sister!reader #choso x sister!reader #platonic #platonic x reader #platonic you weirdos

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eclipse-rain · 10 months

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Olo'eyktan Ao'nung and his cold Tsahik!reader;

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Warnings ; angst, reader is Neteyams ex-mate, aged up characters, no pronouns

Masterlist~

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- it started when you came to the Metkayina clan with the Sullys

- from a young age you were brought up to be the Tsahik of your clan, like Neteyam was to be Olo'eyktan

- it was an arranged marraige but soon over time you and Neteyam fell for each other

- you loved each other so much that you mated, although not for life, and became pregnant while staying at the Metkayina clan because although you would no longer be together as leaders you still wanted to be together regardless

- that didnt last long of course as Neteyam ended up dying because of the humans

- thus another arranged marraige was put into place for your well being and for the well being of the clan

- no Tsahik had been brought up to wed Ao'nung as none were seemingly qualified to fit that role, but you were another story, you were perfect in every way

- After Neteyams death everyone left you be to grieve but soon the idea of finding a new mate was brought up by your closest loved ones, even Neteyams own parents, for the sake of your health as it was a key oart in life for all Na'vi people

- you couldnt dwell on the past forever, you would have to move on eventually Neteyam would want you and the rest of his family to do so, for your sake and theirs

- Ao'nung saw how you were more open with Neteyam than anyone else, shedding your cold exterior when your mate was around

- once he died you never revealed that part of you again to anyone else, not even him

- not even after mating for life and becoming Tsahik, not even after all the years you had been together and having children with each other

- you were a bit different towards your children though, being more of the strict parent in public while softer and kinder when in private for their sake

- everything you did now was for them and although there were whispers and rumors about you loving and cherishing your eldest son, the only child you had with Neteyam, over the rest of your children who you had with Ao'nung they were all simply just that ; rumors

- you loved them all equally and although you were strict, you were graceful and stratigic in everything you did, living for your children, for your clan, for Eywa

- and while Ao'nung loved you like he never loved before, like you were his first and his last and his only, you stayed removed from him

- you couldnt love again, not romantically anyway, maybe for the fear of it, you werent sure but you didnt care to try and fix that anyway, there was no point you two worked together in perfect harmony as it was, it didnt need to be ruined with unnecessary feelings

- Ao'nung grew up to be the fierce tough leader he was brought up to be, he had his father and mothers strongest qualities like how they had wished for

- even so he never hesitated to take care of you in everyway possible, give you anything you wished for and while he was determined in everything he did he would only bend to your will

- only to you would he back down on a matter or take your side over anothers

- you also had the highest say in matters dealing with you and his children especially when it came to the one that wasnt his by blood

- he would accompany you to Eywa when you wished to see Neteyam or even just if you wished to find comfort with her or pray

- They said you would eventually get over it, that time fixes everything and you were happy now, maybe even happier then back then but you never did get over it fully, never did let him go

- you couldnt, not when you saw the ghost of him everyday in your first born

- he was even sometimes ostracised by other clan memebers for it, for not being their Olo'eyktans blood, although not out right and they never dared to aimed such thoughts at you

- because it was ture that you really were perfect as Tsahik, it was like it was the most natural for you, you had this will about you where anyone would shrivel back i to themselves just in your presence

- no one ever wanted to see what you were like if you got mad, but you never did, you always stayed almost unnervingly calm

- you and Ao'nung made a ferocious pair and soon would be known as the strongest leaders in the history of the clan

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Really wanted to make a fanfic out of this but i got lazy and thought it would be too sad and no one would read it 🤷‍♀️

It ended up being pretty short compared to what i usually write too :/ oh well

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#avatar way of water #avatar #avatar x reader #avatar x you #fanfiction #ao'nung #ao'nung x reader #metkayina #tsahik #olo'eyktan

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eclipse-rain · 10 months

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Best feeling frfr

#x reader fanfiction #fanfiction writer #fanfiction #fanfic #writers on tumblr #fanfic writer #me fr tho #another day another slay #i have never said that before in my life

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eclipse-rain · 10 months

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'Awalie (Once; in the Past); Part 3

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- Spiders not in this fic because i literally cant handle writing any kind of redemption arc for him sry

Part 1 Part 2

Masterlist~

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Crawling through a vent wasnt something you thought you would ever do in your life once, nevermind twice.

As you had previously discovered the first time you went through it, the other end put you right inside the control room which was perfect for you, although not as much for Neteyam. This was because you had also previously discovered that although the vent could fit you, the same couldnt be said for your new seven foot tall friend.

This had been something you had thought about after seeing where the vent led to the first time you crawled through it though. Why else would you have risked your life to get the avatar who was guarding the door to the control room away from it?

Neteyam could get in through that way. What was even better was that he could once again be a distraction for the two who were left inside the room ; the pilot and co-pilot. While you suck in unnoticed through the vent to put what was hopefully the last part of your 'plan', to freaking hijack this spaceship, into action.

And thats exactly what you did. Okay maybe it wasnt the best idea you both could have come up with but what else were you suposed to do? The next thing you knew Neteyam had snuck in the control room door and was now grabbing all the pilots attention, while you crawled out of the vent and booked it towards the ship control panel where the pilots had previously been seated.

The good news was that the pilots were scared enough to flee the room when given the chance to by neteyam, unbeknownst to them who thought they had luckly eacaped. The bad news was that now they would call for back up. Sure Neteyam could have shot them as he brought the gun along with him, so as not to be completely defenceless, but by that point they had already pushed the emergency button on the control panel, sending warnings anew.

Locking the door to the room once they left, you both didnt waste anytime trying to find out just how many soilders would now be headed straight to this room. Now sitting in the pilots chair, you glanced above you only to see a computer screen desplaying the numbers 2169 in the corner.

"Oh fxck it really is 2169, you weren't kidding"

"See, i wasnt lying. I'm not as reckless as my brother." He laughed before becoming serious once again "Now how do we get this thing off the ground?" He asked you like you had all the answers

"How should i know? Try and find a manual or something"

"The pilots already started it though so cant you just fly it away now?"

"Well if its that easy then why dont you do it?" You scoffed, trying to figure out how to turn on autopilot. Of course you werent going to fly this thing, you had no idea how, you could guide it but autopilot would have to do the rest of the work.

"I thought all humans could fly a spaceship?"

"Of course not! Im sixteen, i cant fly a spaceship!"

"But all na'vi children can fly ikrans already by that age, isnt it like the same thing?!"

You paused for a split second, not knowing wheather to laugh or cry. You wondered if you should try slapping yourself to see wheather or not you would wake up from this absolutely ludicrous dream.

"...NO! When your sixteen you learn how to drive a car. A car! Not a freaking spaceship!"

"Whats a car?!"

"..."

"It doesnt matter!!" You shouted, getting off topic

You were both panicing now.

"Cant you do something? Anything?!" Neteyam questioned urgently, now seeing people start to gather outside of the control room door

"Im trying! Do you want us to die?!"

Hesitating, you finally layed your hands down on the steering wheel of the spaceship. You put them at two and ten like you had been taught when learning how to drive a car but the wheel was almost a completely diffrent shape.

"Well were going to either way so we might as well try it now that we've gotten this far." ; Was his reasoning to have you go along with him now that you both were here and in this situation together. A crowd of people gathered at the door now, along with even some avatars who wielded guns strapped to their person.

"Try what?" You asked him, trying to gat him to elaborate

"This!"

Suddenly Neteyam shoved his much larger hands over your own and pulled up forcefully. Shaking violently, the ship lurched high up into the air and the two of you lunged backwards with the force. You could only imagine what happened to the crowd of people outside the room after that happened, a small smile was etched onto your face in victory but it didnt stay there for long.

Neteyam, not being seated, was almost thrown to the ground had he not been clutching onto your hands on the wheel for dear life. You guessed he really didnt want to die a second time and frankly neither did you. But at this rate you werent sure if all your struggling up till now would end in a fiery spaceship crash.

"I thought you said you weren't as reckless as your brother?!" You shouted over the sound of the spaceship bursting into action

"Desperate times call for desperate measures!" He shouted back with a nervous smile

"Isnt that a human saying?!"

"I dont know, is it?!"

"Wait thats not whats important right now! Is this really the time to be having this conversation?!"

Just then the spaceship stoped traveling upwards and leveled out. A breef second of tranquillity was all it took to make your stomach lurch as the nose of the spaceship tipped towards the waves crashing up against the cliff down below, before it went barrling downwards, the both of you screaming in unison as it went.

Before the both of you ended up dead once again in a head on collision with the ground, you fumbled around once more, soon seeing a little light ding on, indicating you had hit the right button for the autopilot.

"Neteyam!"

Understanding your calling of him instantaniously, Neteyam helped you to pull the nose of the space ship up and away from the crashing waves below.

Soon you both breathed sighs of relief, thanking Eywa or whoever else that you had gotten out of that with your lives and all your limbs still intact.

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Mapping out your destination was easy, for whatever reason they already had the co-ordinates of Neteyams home in the spaceship. As you rested, while autopilot took the lead with the flying, Neteyam had time to tell you why that was and everything that happened to his family and the Na'vi people.

You didnt know where you were going to go from here or what you were supposed to do to get home but one thing you were sure of was that you couldnt stay with the humans who were on Pandora. Even if there was a slim to none chance that the Na'vi where you were going would help you that didnt matter.

It wasnt just your own feelings, it was something more than that. You had been feeling it for a while now, since you woke up but you had been trying to ignore it. Your body must have been feeling wierd because of what those scientists did to you. Thats what you had thought but you even had this gut feeling that those scientists had definitely been experimented on you, even though you were asleep the whole time. Why was that? What made you so sure?

And why werent you more scared to be heading to a Na'vi settlement? You were all alone here, that was true but somehow you felt that you werent as well. That something inside of you was trying to calm you, keep you safe, guide you, for whatever reason. Maybe those experiments really had done a number on your body as well as your brain seemingly. Or maybe the adrenalin was making you delusional like how it can block out the pain.

You didnt know what was going on with you, with your family, with this world, with the humans. But you wanted to. You needed answers and for now, this was seemingly the only way to get them. Neteyam told you alot, you bet your life that the others could tell you more. It was another gut feeling to you, was it still a reckless impulse? Probably. For lack of a better word, although if you had a choice that better word you would use would be 'improvisation'.

The blaring sirens had stopped, so did the blinding red lights but the humans at the door did nothing to ease your minds. The avatars contributed to that even less so. You had made it about half way to your destination before you couldnt take it anymore. You had to get away from them and this ship now before they broke down the door.

Setting off the alarms again to give you some cover you both slipped through the vent and made your way to the exit chamber door of the spaceship, although not without a little protest from Neteyam.

"I cant fit through there"

"No time to complain, you'll be fine"

"Barely"

"Okay then stay here and perish, see ya"

*2 minutes later*

"Could you crawl any slower?!" You asked having worked reverse sicology to its finest

"You're the one who made me go through here"

"Thats because your lanky ass didnt wanna be left behind and i will leave you behind if you dont hurry up!" The two of you bickered in an attempt to push things along

With the humans still trying to get into the room behind you, it would not be long before they realised what had happened and came after you both once again.

And that they did, much faster then either of you had expected and so neither of you had any sort of plan. You both now stood with the door to the spaceship wide open, thousands of feet in the air, wind threatening to suck you out down to the watery depths below.

"So...whos going first?"

"Are you right in the head?" He asked in a panic without any parachute or any kind of machine around that would aid in a safe and swift landing

"No, what made you think that?" You retorted completely serious "I did just wake up from being brain dead so what gave you the impression that listening to me was a good idea?"

"Alright, point taken" he sighed in defeat

You heard the hurried footsteps of soilders rush towards you, guns clinking against their uniforms. There was only one option left and you both knew it.

"So....on three?" You shouted towards Neteyam over the wind

A banging on the latched door to the exit chamber you were both in swiftly coerced you into action.

"Three!" You shouted in usison, turning to each other with a nod before running and diving out of the wide open exit of the spaceship. The humans would be left with an unpleasant surprise once they managed to break down the door.

Now hurtling through the sky as the cold wind rushed passed you, you both turned to look back at the space ship.

"We should have done something before jumping, their gonna follow us!" Neteyam shouted over to you

"Dont worry! I got that covered!" You shouted back in reply

"So what did you do?!"

Just then a loud clanging of metal rang out indicating what was previously the spaceship you both were on turning into a fiery explosion of flames.

"That works!"

"Well since i had that one covered, do you have anything that could potentially make us not break every bone in our body when we hit the water?!" You questioned as you were both still free falling

"Umm.....maybe?!"

"Maybe?! Whats maybe?!"

Suddenly Neteyam brought his fingers up to his mouth and made a high pitched sound.

"Wait for it!" He shouted

"Wait for wh-?!"

Just then something bigger than you had ever seen before jumped up from the depths of the ocean.

"What the fu-?!"

Before you could say another word, it clamped down and swallowed the both of you whole, diving straight back into the ocean where it had come from, with you both in its mouth.

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The first thing you never thought you would do in your life was crawl through a vent three times, the second was getting eaten by a giant sea creature that was about ten times bigger than a whale. Oh and maybe being shot and becoming brain dead and then becoming not brain dead anymore because scientists used your body for experiments. Then being brought to an alien planet, but you were asleep for all of that so this was all definitely wierder.

What could you say? Humor was your coping mechanism, another thing you shared with Jake. And you hadnt been using it enough in this obviously stress inducing situation you were thrust into.

Having been plunged into darkness you struggled with not being able to breath and the salt water stinging your eyes. Soon enough you felt arms around you and you were pulled to the surface of the ocean, seemingly now out of the sea creatures mouth and also no longer falling to your imminent death.

You and Neteyam layed your torsos onto what seemed like a huge piece of debris to catch your breath, now feeling how tired you were as the adrenaline keeping you together left your bodies. That was until the big piece of debris started moving and making clicking sounds and you almost fell back into the ocean when you screamed in fright.

"Its okay! He's friendly!" Neteyam tried to assure you

"He just tried to eat us!"

"He was saving us, i told you i had a way to stop us falling. He's my younger brothers spirit brother, his name is Pakayan"

Pakayan blew water out of one of his many blowholes in response, sprinkling you both in a light rain as if trying to confirm he wasnt a threat.

You let out a nervous laugh "Oh righttt, nice giant whale thingy" you said patting his fin but suddenly as you looked into Pakayans eye you felt an unusually serene calmness come over you

Neteyam let out a chuckle at that "He's a Tulkun, remember i was telling you about them on the ship. About how the humans were after them"

"Oh right they wanted the stuff in their brains" you remebered that converstaion as well as many of the others

"The amrita." He confirmed for you

"Right because it stops humans from...aging..."

"Mhm"

"Hey, Neteyam..."

"Yeah?"

"How..." you stuttered "...How did the humans find out that it stops them from aging...?" You questioned suddenly keenly aware of a certain fact

And with the way the boy next to you eyes widened you knew that he had exactly the same thought pattern as you.

"You dont think..." he started

Something the humans wanted to stop them from aging and a girl whos brain dead body was used for experiments.

A girl who's body didnt age.

In all that time of course she didnt age mentally but being in a comatose state couldnt have stopped her body from aging, especially for fifteen years.

Suddenly the light hearted atmosphere from earlier, of being free from the spaceship and alive, was now replaced with a chilly reality. The sun sunk behind the clouds and the water became dark and grey and murky, dropping a couple of degrees in temperature in the process.

"Y/n-" Neteyam started but a voice in the distance cut him off before he could finish speaking.

In the wide open ocean with seemingly nothing around for miles this caught you both off guard. Hauling yourself up onto Pakayans fin with Neteyam copying your movements you readied yourself for any attack crouching down behind the rest of his body.

Although you made sure to take into consideration that someone who was a threat to the two of you wouldnt announce themselves by calling out like that.

"Hey Pakayan why did you swim off like that?" The voice echoed from not to far away now, the person seemed to be approaching rather fast

But suddenly Neteyam grabbed your arm, stopping you from readying yourself to attack any possible threat.

"What?" You whispered at him

"Its my younger brother" he said with almost a slight tone of anxiety laced in his voice

"The one whos spirit brother this is?"

"Yes"

"That makes alot of sense actually" you reckoned he was nervous to see his brother again, seeing as the last time he probably watched the life drain from his eyes.

You would be too if you ever got the chance to meet either of your brothers again, it was a normal reaction. Although you werent quite sure what to do, especially since you were a human and they were the ones who killed him. His brother might think you were holding him for ransome or something like Neteyam had told you how the humans had done so to his siblings to lure out his father.

All you could do was grab his hand in reasurance and try to pull you both into a standing position on Pakayans fin. You had to briefly hold onto Pakayans body in the process to keep your balance as his fin slightly jostled in the water. You could only hope for the best in this situation.

And when you stood up and finally saw him you also saw that he wasnt alone, there were five others with him. You assumed Neteyams brother to be the one at the front since they were the same shade of blue. He was sat on a much smaller sea creature than Pakayan and behind him a girl with more of a teal blue skin colour sat with her arms around his waist.

Two boys mirroring the girls skin colour rode on two of their own sea creatures side by side, conversing before turning their attention towards us. A girl with the same skin tone as Neteyam rode on her own as well, with a child mirroring her same shade of blue holding onto her shoulders, standing up for a better view.

Silence was all there was for a painful few seconds and you sort of hoped in that moment that the sea would open up and swallow you.

"Oh shit i think im hallucinating"

"Am i the only one seeing him"

"No i see it too"

"Well we cant all be hallucinating together"

"Maybe we got sun stroke"

"We've barely been out for half an hour"

"Maybe we're dehydrated, someone get some water"

"Are they okay?" You whispered to Neteyam

"I cant take any more of this..." he whispered back "Hey skawang~ you're not hallucinating, im really here and alive" he waved turning his attention to his brother

Once again there was silence, then all hell broke lose.

"Oh my god he talked!"

"Why is their a human next to him??"

"Speak apparition"

"He's not dead you idiot"

"How do we know for sure?"

"Somebody slap him!"

"No! No! Definitely do not slap him"

"How much longer do you think this is going to go on for?" You whispered to Neteyam once again

"I'm not sure we might be dead again by the time they stop" he replied

~~~

After everyone calmed down Neteyam got to explaining how he was alive, there were tears, there were hugs and there was you standing by yourself wondering if you would ever get to reunite with your family.

"Oh and this-" Neteyam gestured to you "-is Y/n. She's the one who saved me, i probably wouldn't have made it out of that spaceship without her"

Just then you were glad that you had taken off the lab coat you had disguised yourself in when you were in the control room, that would have been a really bad look. Now you were just left in your black top, baggy cargo pants and combat boots, albet now soaked through with salt water.

Even so you felt as if Neteyam had put you under the spotlight when all heads turned in your direction. They seemingly scaned you up and down to see if what their brother and or friend told them was true.

Neteyam continued to speak once again but for your benefit this time. "Y/n, this is my brother Lo'ak-" when he gestured to him you realised you had been right in your previous assumption.

"My two younger sisters, Kiri and Tuk-" You now remebered their names from parts of the stories he was telling you when you were both in the control room of the spaceship.

"And our friends Ao'nung, Tsireya and Rotxo" he finished

He mentioned before that Ao'nung and Tsireya were the children of his new clans leaders Tonowari and Ronal, if you remebered correctly, you should probably be extra careful around them.

"It's nice to meet you all" you greeted as non-threateningly as you could, if that was even a thing

"So you really killed another human to save my brother?" Kiri asked

"Um, yes?" You answered a little caught off guard by the question

"Well i think that says enough" she replied seemingly appeased

"If both my older brother and spirit brother trust you than I will too" Lo'ak agreed

Before long they all seemed to have come to a decision to trust you for the time being after hearing what you had to say and what Neteyam had told them. But they didnt hesitate to make sure you knew that one toe out of line, one hair out of place and they wouldnt hesitate to treat you like a normal human.

Leaving from your standing position on Pakayans back, the others returned to their sea creatures which Neteyam told you they called an ilu. After they mounted them Neteyam took placement behind the Metkayina clan leaders son but not before he guided you over to sit behind the other teal skined boy. He had previously introduced him to you as Rotxo and you quickly noticed he seemed to have a keen facination with you being a human now that you were deemed non-threatening.

However, even so, soon it became apparent that, except for Rotxo, it was alot easier for the Sullys to accept you than the Metkayina kids, this was probably because they had grown up around humans and avatars according to Neteyam.

You wondered if Tommy had ended up being able to go to Pandora if he would have been one of the avatars they grew up around, but it was a useless thought. You had a gut feeling that Tommy was dead and your gut feelings were rarely wrong.

But now with you and Neteyam having come to an unsettling previous realisation another thing became more clear to you, another feeling. That feeling of relax you had felt when you had stared into that Tulkan, Pakayans, eye. How you somehow knew that he wasnt a threat to you, how you could understand the meaning in what his eye was portraying to you.

As well as the feelings that you had been having up till now that somewhat felt out of place. How you hadnt been afraid to go to a na'vi settlement, or how even if you thought Neteyams friends and siblings might lash out at you for being a human you still werent scared of them.

Your feelings that should have been there but werent and were replaced with something else, someone elses feelings. Goosebumps laced your body, you rubbed your arms in an attempt to alleviate them but to no avail.

A sound rang out in the distance as the others laughed and joked and made coverstaion all while making their way back to the place they called home.

The sound grew louder but no body else seemed to notice.

"Does no body else hear that?" You asked

Everybody now turned their attention to you, having been the first time you spoke since splitting from Pakayan and starting the journey home. They didnt speak a word only seemingly listening intently before looks were shared among them.

"I think you might be tired after everything that happened Y/n" Neteyam tried to reason

"No, listen" you urged

They did once again, but it was the same result as the first time, nothing came of it.

"You dont hear that...?" You asked breathlessly

"Hear what?" They questioned

"..."

If one stared for too long or too closely at you in that moment, even in the light of the setting sun, they might be able to make out the slight unnatural gold colour around the rims of your irises or the tips and roots of your hair that were not there before. Only if they did they never said so, perhaps that was because the next words that fell from your mouth were enough to strip all of the thoughts from their minds.

"What is it Y/n...?" Neteyam questioned, sounding worried

"The ocean...its crying."

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'Awalie (Once; in the Past) Part 2

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Water lapped at the shoreline, bathing the sand in its cold richness and pulling what it could away with it as it retreated back into the sea once more. The sun way up in the sky was setting on the horizon in the distance and painted the sky a firey orange colour. At least thats how he remebered it...

He remebered the calm silence and then the laughter that filled the surrounding space but could not fill the void in his heart. For that memory, that reminder, only continued to push his heart further into the depths of sorrow.

She stood in that water. The water that lapped at the grains of sand under her feet, wrapping around her ankles as if trying to wash away any worry she had. It wasnt the water he was used to now but the one on the planet that was only a distent memory to him, the Earth. Her clothes flowed behind her in the wind as she waded in knee deep. She bent down slightly only to emerge once again back to her original position, yet this time instead of looking to the ravishing horizan her attention had been captured by something in her hands.

A shell. One she had just picked up. Quite a large one, splashed with a beautiful array of colours. It sparkled in the light of the sun, the one that cast shadows onto the scene that played out down below it. A kaleidoscope of colours spread out onto the surface of the glittering, rippling water and for a moment everything seemed just right.

But this and many other memories plagued his mind and burdened him with many more thoughts. Memories from through out his life. That laughter, it came from a beautiful face, one which no matter how hard he tried to picture properly, he couldnt. The mind is fragile and as time wore on the memories themselves wore down too.

The girl whos face was familiar, recognisable but blurred all the same. He knew who she was, how could he forget? He could never forget her. He never did. She haunted him. He saw her hair, flowing behind her with the wind, her skin tone, her shape, her size, her height, the sound of her voice like a calm melody on the winds that blew past them and her laugh. He remembered it all. But when he looked to the place where her face should be her features were not as in depth as they should have been.

Not as visable as he once knew them to be when he had seen her in front of his face, with his own two eyes, his human eyes. When he had seen and known her in his first lifetime, in his lifetime before he became one of the people.

Jake Sully suddenly awoke in a cold sweat.

He hauled himself out of his resting place, the place he lay asleep in the tent he and his family stayed in within the residence of the Metkayina clan. The clan they were all now officially a part of, since his eldest son lay with their ancestors.

It had been over a month since the funeral, his final send off and he often times now too apeared in his fathers memories. He had confided this in his partner, like he did often times because he was always weak to her, because he could share anything with his mate, his soulmate. He had shared his memories about that girl with her too.

He confided in her the memories of that girl that plagued his mind even before he had left for the alien planet he now called home and strived to protect. They never really went away, those memories he had of her. Over time they, the images, the memories, had faded slightly but the emotional impact always remained, never less but sometimes more.

Sometimes when he was down the most her image, that one at the beach mostly, would flash in his mind and he couldn't help but flinch. A face much like his old one but not himself would follow there after, a ghost of a person long since at rest, at peace. His older brother. And maybe that was why he had always been so hard on the one that now lay with Eywa.

Losing your siblings, your family, the ones you strive to protect, the ones who you love and who love you back no matter what, is a pain that is indescribable and one that no one should have to go through. He and his mate had both lost their older sibling and they could safely and knowingly confide in each other about those things.

Both were lost to humans and now the same fate became of his eldest son, his other childrens older sibling. He started to wonder if maybe they were cursed. If maybe it was always going to be this way, planned out from the start. Was the cause for all of it Eywas plan...or the humans interferance? For she only kept the balance of life.

Eywa could not reach the planet where the people had killed their mother. Fate was cruel and unkind but humans were even more so. They tricked and decived and thought themselves right and worthy of the things they stole from others. They stole their mothers heart and with gun in hand pierced the place where she had trusted them not to shoot. For loving someone is like having them point a gun at your heart and trusting them not to pull the trigger.

And so if Jake Sully has learned anything its that humans cannot be trusted. Not unless they have proven themselves worthy. Proven themselves to be one of the people. Proven themselves to be a child of Eywa or even a human who was worthy of not being called by the title of demon.

~~~

"Say that again?"

"Twenty-one, Sixty-nine."

"Repeat it" You continued to ask over again

"Two. One. Six. Nine." He stated for the third time

"One more time"

"The year is 2169!" Neteyam repeated himself for the final time, exasperated

You paused trying to wrap your head around what you were being told. This couldn't be possible. You looked the exact same age and it was fifteen years into the future, never mind just six years! You wouldn't be twenty-two you would be thirty-one!

"You've got to be kidding me...You're joking right?

This was way too wierd, you were definitely sixteen mentally and physically.

Neteyam looked almost as worried by your reaction as you were about the information he gave you.

"Theres no way I'm fifteen years in the future..."

"Wait. What did you say? You're what...?"

"Oh God, dont make me repeat it." You stated while biting your thumb nail

"You said your 'fifteen years into the future'... is that even possible?"

"I dont know but thats what your telling me by saying its 2169. The last memory i have is when it was the year 2154 so please tell me your lying." You asked almost begging him to give you a diffrent, better, answer.

"Im afraid im not. Im not the type to play pranks on people, especially in this situation." He replied matter of factly and you had no choice but to believe him.

"So how old are you now then, i thought you were around my age." He asked

"I got shot and went into a coma only like a couple days after my sixteenth birthday from what i can remember so...i dont know."

You paced back and forth thinking it over a couple times in your head as the much taller male observed you steadily.

"Also the fact that i died just a couple days after my sixteenth birthday...what kind of bullsh*t life is that?" You asked rhetorically

"I died when i was fifteen."

You stopped in your trackes and faced the na'vi boy, who was aparently younger than you, deadpan - parden the pun.

"...alright, point taken."

You took a minute to absorb his words and fully take in their meaning leaving you even more puzzled than you already were if that was possible.

"Wait...what do you mean you died when you were fifteen?"

"It's kind of a long story but basically the humans shot me too and i died...i think, even though im alive right now. I'm assuming it was a human that shot you as well...like with a gun."

"Ya, it was." You replied

There was an awkward silence between the two of you for a brief moment

"...Well look at us...in this situation...together... This is fxcked, i dont even know what planet im on!"

"We're on Pandora"

"Yeah i sort of got that from the giant rainbow trees and the...well you. What i meant was i dont really know much about this planet so im basically lost."

"They must have brought you here while you were in your coma if you dont remember coming here"

"Yeah i think so too. So what do we do now?"

Before he had time to answer you a figure in the doorway snapped you both out of the intensity of your conversation.

Two people who wore long white coats stood underneath the frame. You knew immediately who they were since those coats were all too familiar to you, you had seen it on, now your most likely deceased, eldest brother.

Scientists. Human ones.

Before you could get a better look at them they had already fled and you would bet everything you had, which right now was really only the clothes on your back, that they were going to alert the other humans. Alert them that the one person who they shot to death and the other who they performed experiments on had woken up and may be potentially hostile.

Humans. They always jump to the worst possible conclusions first. Well, its to be expected since they probably knew they were in the wrong.

Oh, the guy you shot and the girl you experimented on woke up? Yeah, they would probably be pretty pissed, wouldnt you think so too?

Neteyam and i had no choice but to jump straight into action. We ran out the door as well and after the people who saw us. We wove down and out twists and turns and long hallways and eventually the people split up and went in diffrent directions.

Deciding it was best not to split up ourselves, we followed the female of the pair. We ended up getting ahead of her by cutting through a seperate room and waited for her around a corner up ahead as she ran towards us.

"What are we doing?! This is pointless, the other person still got away!" Neteyam asked you as you peered ever so slightly around the wall, waiting for the woman who was much the same height as you to get close enough to execute your plan.

"Shushhh! Watch and learn newbie"

Neteyam wondered for a time how you knew he was new to being in actual battles but didnt have much time to dwell on it as you lunged into action.

In a minute, with not a sound from the victim, you had her down and out and Neteyam helped you to drag her into the nearest unlocked, windowless, room. Here you and Neteyam both changed out of your hospital attire.

Neteyam changed into the clothes he had taken from the room you had both awoken in. Apparently they had been the same ones he wore when he was shot, he had snatched them up before running out to catch the scientists.

You, yourself, had no such clothes but opted to use the ones the female scientist had on. You now donned a black top, a long white fabric lab coat, black baggy cargo pants and black combat boots. To finish the look off you grabbed the womans clipboard, files and all, and made your hair look as presentable as you could.

You had enough conscience to at least clothed her in your previous attire instead of leaving her in her undergarments. If you wore her clothes it was easier to seek around this way, if you both got caught you could make up an excuse saying you caught Neteyam after he had awoken. You just had to hope that whoever caught you guys wouldn't know every scientist in the place off by heart. A mediocre and generic plan but the best you could come up with given the timing and situation.

With your mind on that as you both changed, Neteyams mind wandered to how you took down that scientist woman. He wondered how you did that when you were only a little older than him, a year at best. He wondered if human children were taught to fight differently than na'vi children were.

Or if prehaps they were taught earlier or more vigorously since there seemed to be such a diffrence in strength between you both. He also thought, since his dad had never mentioned such a thing about humans, that perhaps you had just been influenced to train hard by a person in your family. Or that you wanted to live up to the expectations of your family like he did. He wondered if they were kind...your family. He wondered if you would have acted differently towards him if you had both met under different circumstances.

This was all only his speculation. He could ask you, you were only a meter away from him, but did you really even know each other? You didn't. You both had met only an hour ago at most and made an ulikely team due to a common enemy and similarity within your goals but could he really trust you? You were a human after all.

The same humans who drove him from his home. Who murdered the tulkans and himself. The same humans who his mother and father fought against in the war...but also who his father came from. Who he was...is. And if his father was human and became one of the people and even Toruk Macto than maybe they weren't all bad.

His father was trusted among the people, made up for the mistakes he made and strived to protect the world that embraced and loved him. So why couldn't there be others like him? Good humans.

He was sure there was. Like Norm and the other avatars who had remained on Pandora after the war and his friend Spider who he grew up with. They all cemented this thought in him; that not all humans were bad. All those people showed him the life that the humans and na'vi could live if only the wars and fighting stopped and they chose to live together in harmony instead of bloodshed.

They came from very diffrent places. Diffrent planets even. So they would not always see eye to eye but that didn't mean they could never get along with each other. This was proven by his own blood. The blood that was his Mother and Fathers. His mixed human and na'vi blood that would bleed the path to tomorrow.

They bled the same.

Humans and na'vi.

For all his mixed blood it did not look any diffrent, any stranger, than it should of and that was shown as it flowed down those rocks and into the water as he layed dying. It flowed to Eywa and met her at the cross roads of life, death and rebirth.

It chanted to her a prayer. A prayer that she simply interpreted and concluded ment; If his death enticed revenge, war, and hatred than his rebirth will call for peace, tranquillity and rejoice. It would bleed the path to tomorrow and he would take his rightful place once again.

Where his rightful place was Neteyam wasnt so sure about anymore. He always thought it was to be the leader of his clan and to be the perfect son and eldest sibling. But now his position of Olo'eyktan for his clan was no more and while he had protected his siblings he had died in the process. His last words, being his true wish, never once uttered otherwise, to return back to the home they knew, the one they hailed from.

So in the future, he would work hard to find his place in this world, his world, but if he was going to do that he would have to focus on the now. Focus on the situation he was in right now and getting out of it safely so that he could reunite with his family. That was all he aimed for and he knew he couldn't do it by himself, he wasnt that thick headed unlike his younger brother and so if he had to enlist the help of a human to do so he would not hesitate.

And if at times when she fought the gleem in her eyes or the sharpness to their gaze reminded him of his father than that was only sturring him forward. Like a little reminder in the back of his mind telling him not to give up and to just keep going, keep pushing through.

"How did you know i was new to fighting in actual battles?" Neteyam remembered his thought from earlier and spoke it aloud to the much smaller human girl

"It's so obvious, i can tell by the way you conduct yourself." You replied with a lightness to your voice and a small laugh at the first part of your sentence.

You were both done changing now and knew time was of the essence, so while Neteyam was left to ponder your words once again you listened to the sounds beyond the windowless room and peeked through the keyhole to see if you could spot anything amiss on the other side.

Suddenly a blaring alarm went off and you both looked at each other in fright. You knew you were on the same wavelength by the nod you gave each other and made haste while exiting the room you had resigned yourselves to while getting changed.

You ducked under windows as you passed hallways and rooms swarmed with people, who were decked out in weaponry and looked like army soilders, scientists and even some avatars. The walls were painted red with a blinding light paired with the blaring siren most likely alerting those in the spaceship of your and Neteyams escape. After a while and some close calls you both made it to the room you were looking for.

The control room.

You and Neteyam peaked a look through a small circular window which let you view inside the room. You saw the room filled with various diffrent machines and pannels and one or two people in avatar bodies as well as many humans. You had to lure them away from there, if you wanted to escape, that is, and you most definitely did.

The only question was how did you do that exactly?

Neteyam and you shared a look. Alarms were still blaring in the distance and you could hear the flustered footsteps of the people outside the control room shuffling around not too far away.

Thats when you both decided to split up. You gave him a signal, putting two fingers to your forehead and pointing them in the direction you were going. You were going to create a distraction while he entered the control room admitsed the chaos. But you could not put your plan into action before he grabed your arm, hauling you back before you could leave.

He didnt have to say anything, you knew what he was thinking, what he ment. You knew that it would be better for him to create the distraction while you entered the control room : Because if any humans stayed there or if the distraction didnt work, you would be less noticeable sneaking in than him. But you wanted to let him do it since it seemed more dangerous to let him go by himself deeper into the spaceship.

He had no real battle experience, you could see it in the way he conducted himself. Everything was so practiced, like he had been well trained but it was just that. It was too rehersed, too stiff ; his stances, his footwork, it wasnt like that of a real fight, of real experience. But you wained and finally gave in to the look in his eyes that somehow reminded you of your brothers, maybe it was the determination. To what? Prove himself?

To you? Or to himself? Even if that ment he would have to fight. If it ment he could get hurt. He had already died once so what was one more time? Although he might not be so lucky as to return from the dead like he had the first time.

Finally, not wanting to waste anymore time, you gave him a swift nod and headed to the room you had earlier pointed Neteyam to go into before you had switched roles. You didnt have time to talk about where or when you would both meet up again but that was the least of your problems. You had to focus on the task at hand and get yourselves out of there before you were caught once again : Because the next time they caught you, you knew they would make sure you could not escape again.

Neteyam slunk off farther into the spaceship and eventually dipped out of your sight. Hiding yourself away in a room just opposite the control room : you waited for whatever he was planning. You closed the door and rested your head aginst the door, listening. You could hear your own breaths, the beating of your heart ; with all the adrenaline pumping through your veins you hadnt realised how scared you actually were.

The dents in your palms from where the screws of the window pierced your skin earlier tingled and itched a firey sensation all along them. But you did not have time to think about that as sweat poured down your forehead and along the bridge of your nose as you waited anxiously ; flexing your fingers as if cracking your knuckles without any sound. You peered through the keyhole for any sign of the people in the control room leaving, any moment now they would.

Only you wondered if you would be able to get up now that you had sat down. Somewhat relaxed now, your legs felt like jelly once again, just like they had when you had first awoken. Only this time is was from nerves. Could you really do this? No. It wasnt a matter of wheather you could or not. You had to do this! If you didnt you wouldnt just be risking your own life but Neteyams as well.

No matter how scared, nervous, anxious or unsure you were, it was either do or die. Thats what the situation you were in right now was and there was nothing you could do to change it : Because you would rather die then let them experiment on you again and you would rather die than drag someone else down with you, even if it was someone you had only met a little while ago.

Noticing an air vent at the other end of the room near the floor, you made your way over and tried to see through to the other end. Only seeing darkness, you proceeded to look around the room again to see if you could find anything to help you take the screws off the corners. Grabbing a lone scissors off of the nearest table you got to work. Being as quiet as you could, they fell to the floor one after the other. A little while later you removed the cover of the vent from the wall and placed it on the floor before slipping into the vent.

It seemed to perfectly fit you and you couldn't have been more thankfull for it. You couldnt do nothing while Neteyam was working hard to figure out how to distract your captors ; You at least had to figure out where the vent led if nothing else and if it led somewhere that benifited you both than all the more power to you. You had already swiftly reached the end and started making your way back to the room you had entered the vent from when you realised how long it had been since Neteyam had left you by yourself.

Although you didnt know what distraction he was planning or how he would manage it, all you could do as you waited was feel how helpless you really were. What if he failed and got caught? How would you know? Would you have to go rescue him? Could you really do it on your own? What if they just kill him on sight? Then you would be all alone. You would have to make the distraction yourself ; get yourself out of there without anyone to rely on, to share your burden, to help you along. And for some unknown reason you already had a fondness for the teen you had met not so long ago.

In the momentary time you let your faith in him waver you were brought back to reality by the growing noise outside of the room. Scurrying over to the door once again you looked out of the keyhole ; a fare amount of the people in the control room had left it, running, for whatever reason. Whatever Neteyam had done it had worked wonderfully in your favor.

The only people left in there were the pilot and copilot and a person in an avatar body who had left the room and was now stationed patroling the hall right in front of the door. It seemed they had been planning for the ship to take off just before you and Neteyams little escape. Noticing the guard, you racked your brain, remembering every possible bits and pieces of training you had done. You had been just as energetic of a child as your second brother Jake, preferring the outside, the adventure, rather than the books like your eldest brother.

Although, they had both taken extra care to make sure you could take care of yourself. Sure, that ment being able to take down any guy that might creep you out while walking home alone at night and not taking down a guy in a nine foot tall avatar body but : Hey! Is it really that diffrent?

Not only that but you had also taken martial arts classes since you were small, even if your body was in a weakened state from being drugged, experimented on and out of use it didnt mean you would go down without a fight. You couldnt take on the person in the avatar body ; for all your jokes and stress induced confidence you knew it was an impossible feat. But now that Neteyam had granted you this opportunity you wouldnt let it slip away.

You watched the avatar pacing the hall and waited until he was at the other end before hauling yourself up and grabbing a rench that was next to you on the floor. You swiftly began banging as hard a you could on the pipes that lined the perimeter of the room. You didnt cheak but you were sure he had heard it, how could he not have?

Hiding behind where the door would open, you mentally prepared yourself for what you were about to do. You were certainly not this nervous when you took down that lady earlier. But she was much the same height and build as you, this guy was at least three or four feet taller than you and had the na'vi peoples build meaning he was faster, stronger and more agile than a human.

This would be no easy task and you were in a stupid position, if only you could take him down than you would be good to go and you could set the rest of your plan in action. The chances of you actually escaping and surviving would go up ten fold. Unfortunately for you, the sound of his footsteps was almost drowned out by the beating of your own heart in your ears. You felt like all the blood was rushing to your head in anticipation.

You learned how to take down an oponent that was bigger than you but could you take down someone who was that much bigger than you. Especially an opponent who was very very hostile. You would just have to find out.

And you would, as he got closer and closer until he eventually stopped outside of the door to the room you were in. Slowly pushing it inwards, you caught a glimpse of him through the crack in the door where it was hinged to the wall. Your heart leaped into your throat.

A gun.

How had you not seen it when you were looking at him before? Had it been strapped to his back or was he holding it down at his side? You swallowed hard and gulped back your fear. He strode into the room, seemingly fully confident he could take on anything he found within or maybe he thought the clanging he heard was a waste of his time. It was now or never. When he was far enough into the room, with his back still turned to you, you let the door slowly swing closed ; blocking the view of outsiders to what happened within the confines of the room.

Your plan had changed when you saw that gun. It was now your first priority, you had to get it away from the avatar. But the question was ; how? You didnt know, so you would have to do what you did best, not all your hard practiced training like some would think but instead what you were best at was ; improvising. Making the best out of a bad situation, as if what you had done thus far since you had awoken in an unknown and hostile place didnt prove that already.

The alarms that still blared in the distance worked in your favor, so did the frenzied panic of the humans who worked on the ship. It could cover any noise you made or the avatar made in the room, any gun shot, any screams ; At least to those far enough away. Seeing the table that you had gotten the scissors off of and noting how close it was the the avatar, the improvisation of your plan started to play out.

Chucking the rench in the opposite direction of the table to create a distraction you ran to grab the table which was placed behind the avatar. Pushing with all your might, the noise of the legs scrapping off the floor could be heard over the sirens but even so nothing could be done. Before the avatar could turn around to cheak what was happening behind him, having had his attention drawn to the noise the rench made, you had shoved the table against him with as much force as you could muster.

Slamming the avatar into the wall in front of him, the gun dopped out of his hands as he went to brace himself against the impact of the wall. Climbing under the table to grab the gun, it brushed your finger tips as a smile spread out along your features.

You had won.

Sure you probably shouldnt have thrown away your only weapon, the rench, but now you had something even better. You were too flustered to try and grab something else to throw instead of the rench in case he might have seen you and just shot you there and then.

Of course, you were still human though, letting victory go to your head before you had even a full grasp of the gun in your hand. Letting it slip out of your clutches as the avatar kicked it away from you both. The door to the room was fully shut now, blocking you both from the outside. It was just you and him in here, just the two of you, like you were in your own little world. Like you were in hell, where he was the sole victor, the sole ruler.

And as you slowly looked up only to see the table, the only barrier between the two of you, being flung to the other side of the room, by the avatar bodies enhanced strength, it truly felt like that. Slowly crawling backwards, you tried to think of something to do. Maybe you could be fast enough to reach the gun, maybe, just maybe.

Of course not.

What were you thinking?

How could a human ever out run an Avatar? A full grown avatar body and a small human sixteen year old child. It really was no debate. Grabbing you by the back of you neak the avatar yanked your body off of the floor like a rag doll. You felt the pressure on your neak tighten, felt the imprints of his fingers slowly obstructing your airways. You could do nothing but struggle, clawing at his hands, his face, anything you could sink your nails into.

Were you really going to die? When you had just gotten the chance to live once more, waking up from a coma where you were most likly brain dead. It was unfair. Just so unfair. What had you ever done to deserve this. And whats more, by your own species, your own kind, your own people.

Only just then as these though flowed out from your mind he dropped you curtly, seemingly remembering something.

"Shit, i forgot they said not to kill the human." He talked to himself "You really had me going there for a sec Missy, to bad for you" he laughed turning his attention to you now

That seemed to be a mistake on his part since this time he was focused on you so how would he ever see the na'vi teen, whos features had become familiar to you by now, sneaking up behind him. With rench in hand, in one swift motion it was brought up to the avatars height and rammed across the side of his head.

"...Well maybe your not as inexperienced as i thought" you breathed out in relief seeing the avatar body fall slack to the ground

"I think what you should be saying is 'Thank you'" Neteyam responded as he pulled you up from your position on the ground

"Right..." you breathed "Thank y-" you got cut off

"I dont know what you mean by that little miss, since i find you both entirely inexperienced"

Putting Neteyam in a headlock from behind, threatening to snap his neck, the avatar from before continued ; "You really believed that i was knocked out by that pathetic little swing? I should have become an actor instead of doing this job."

Taking out the gun, strapped to your back, that you had previously picked up off the floor and pointing it at him, you didnt hesitate, for fear of retaliation, to pull the trigger.

"Ya, you should of." Were your final words to him, followed by a loud bang

Body going limp, he fell to the floor for good this time.

"Holy Eywa..." Neteyam breathed out in a sigh of relief after being released from the mans grasp "That gave me a fright"

"...Hah, shouldnt you be saying something else?" You questioned recalling his earlier words to you

"Hah...right. You saved me, thank you" he remembered his previous statement

"Just returing the favor" you replied casually with a shrug

You held out your arm towards him, just like how you had when you first introduced yourself to him, just like he had done earlier when he pulled you up off the ground. Only this time when you locked hands you put your forearms together, this time, as the gleem in both your eyes studied the other, it was as a sign of trust. Trust that hadnt been spoken of, or established yet either, until this point. This point, when na'vi and human faded away with their past and there was only two people with equal goals and trust in each other.

Only Neteyam and Y/n, and the last name that they had yet to know they shared. But of course this was bound to happen from the start, you both felt it, even if you both had tried to be cautious and or wary of each other. This was because of something that had been engraved into not only your minds and hearts but also your soul since childhood. One phrase that, unbeknownst to the both of you, subconsciously lingered in both of your minds even now, holding true ;

"Sullys stick together."

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I really wanted to write more but i think this will be a good place to end this part, im on summer holidays from school now so i promise not to take months for the next part to come out like i did with this one because of everything going on ; pls dont leave 🥲

I really cant wait to write the next part, there will be more interactions between Neteyam and Reader, so pls stick around and feedback helps lots thx loves 🤗

- trust me if i had kept writing the clifhanger would have been way worse so u guys r actually lucky... this time👹 *evil laugh echoing in the distance*

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eclipse-rain · 11 months

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Saw spiderman across the spiderverse.

New hyperfixation?

Yes please!

#spiderman #spiderman across the spiderverse #satsv #miles morales #atsv hobie #hobie brown #gwen stacy #peter parker #miguel o'hara #mayday parker

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eclipse-rain · 1 year

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Fwel Tsaheylu (Broken Bond) Part 4

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Part 1 •Part 2 •Part 3

Masterlist~

Once when i was younger i had an accident.

I did something wrong.

What it was is hardly relevent now, insignificant as it was, but at the time it felt as if my small world was collapsing.

My eldest brother, the one i was the weakest to, ended up fixing the situation and my parents never found out it had ever taken place. But to this day my heart still races whenever someone questions how i got the faint scar on the palm of my hand.

As a child who accidentally cut my hand with a blade my first instinct should have been to cry, to ask for help, to tell my mom or dad.

My first instinct instead, was to hide.

To hide my problem. To hide my mistake, my imperfection.

We hide when we dont feel safe. When being seen was unsafe.

As a young uneducated child I somehow felt that sharing my authentic emotion was not going to be safe.

Authenticity and attachment are two equally important needs for a child but if they had to pick one or the other a child would most likely sacrifice authenticity to keep attachment.

This is because we need attachment from our caregivers as children for survival.

This is shown even in animals. Show any kind of weakness and you could be abandoned by your flock. Or in my case, my family and or clan, my safety net.

Mabey this is the cause for the way i distenced myself from anything my young self deemed wrong, unworthy.

My cause for distencing myself from anything human.

If i look back on my younger self now i would not be able to find compassion for the person i was or the situation i endured.

However, if i pictured my siblings being in any of the same circumstances that would be a diffrent story.

You could wonder what happened to a child to make them feel so unsafe to show their own emotions and yet the answer wouldnt be a simple one. Neither would the healing process.

I dont know why or what any of this means, ive never been good at or able to read my own emotions properly.

But i had always been told in my clan that i had a certain air about me.

At first i thought this was because the other na'vi people in the clan thought i was more human like than na'vi, like how they thought of my twin brother. This thought was soon pushed away however because of how i would hear my grandmother often say the same thing about me to my mother and father.

I knew it ment something diffrent then because my grandmother would never say anything harmful about me, much less to my father who was once human before becoming one of the people and Toruk Macto.

Than again, this realization didnt help in figuring out what they had ment otherwise at all. I could only guess, only assume, but never confirm and i would not be one to ask.

I would not be a bother, i would not be a burden, i would not be unworthy of my parents love.

However when i landed on that warm silky sand. The sand of the metkayina clans bay where they dwelled i finally figured out what my previous clan members and grandmother had ment.

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My family had gone ahead of me to the place the metkayina clan dwelled.

We had been forced to fly in last nights storm as we were only a little ways off from where the metkayina clan stayed and father wanted us to power through one last time. During this one of Tuks posessions had been blown away and in my haste i had promised her i would look for it after the storm had passed in an attempt to calm down the destraught child.

I was now flying solo on the calm warm wind currents beyond the reef trying to find the thing that i knew i had no chance of actually finding.

My father had reassured me before hand that we would find safety and a place to rest with the Metkayina people so that i would not need to fear being separated from them even if we did not arrive together.

I had the coordinates, the directions, the knowledge and the talent to handle myself. My mother had been worried and tried to do it herself or have Neteyam go instead but even she knew that at this stage everyone was exhausted from the extensive journey.

One we had never done before and hoped would never have to again. This was something my father was trying to reassure us of by finding a place within the Metkayina clan.

My father knew i would be fine, he knew i was capable of handling myself. I just hoped i believed in myself as much as he did about this.

When you grow up the way i did, in the forest, constantly surrouded by danger, constantly needing to be alert, you develope certain instincts. Gut feelings and sharper sences. I could pride myself on these instincts, the ones i had, they kept me safe and out of danger.

It was something that was built into my body through time, through trial and error. Watching and learning, learning from my mistakes and bettering myself. I may not be as connected with the forest as Kiri but i sure as hell made it so i would know what was going on around me when i was in it. To not only further improve myself to gain my parents aproval and recognition but also to protect myself and my siblings.

This was one of the main reasons my father was so addament to send me. Also because of the whole insident that made us all have to flee our home in the first place. The incident where my siblings were captured by humans in avatar bodies, putting knives to their throats and even going so far as to kidnap Spider who was also human.

If i had been with them at that time i would have, for one, been in my right mind as to not do something stupid like that, which might be the reason they didnt have me come along with them. And i also would have known especially to not bring Tuk along while doing it. But also i would have been able to sence something was wrong, that someone was coming. Hear twigs snapping in an unnatural way, the sound of footsteps indicating how many people were headed our way.

How heavy they were, how tall they were, if they were trying to sneak up on us all or not and which direcrion they were coming from. I would be able to sence all these things. I had taught myself to, spending countless hours alone in the forest training myself while also practicing everything my mother had taught me and everything i had witnessed while observing others, which i had absorbed like a sponge.

My father might have been giving me a chance to prove myself to my mother like how my brothers yearned to prove themselves to him. Rather, to me, i didnt think it would do much but tire me out even more than i already was. And if i was unlucky enough i could even get stranded if my bond with my ikran started acting up again.

Having said that, we were only a little ways off from our destination so this had put my mind at ease about doing it. It seemed to calm my mothers mind as well, who seemed the least willing to let me part with them. It was also reassuring to her and, although i wouldnt admit it, to myself as well, that father had told me to catch up to them after a day and no later even if i had not found what i was sent looking for.

"Wow great idea, make a promise to your little sister to do something dumb when you both know you never break a promise" i said to myself out loud as there was now no one around to hear me.

Technically i never said i would find the thing, only look for it, but now i felt the need to find it before returning or it would nag at my conscience everytime i looked at tuks pouting face. As i knew she would be sulking about it for the next week at least and that wouldnt do after she was already sad enough having to leave her home.

The leather seat of my ikrans saddle burned into the sides of my legs from the extensive riding. I was sure that if i hadnt been wearing my riding pants that i would have had cuts lining my thighs from all the sharp turns i had to make in and around rock formations i had seen too late.

I definitely had burns from the leather because of all the jerking left and right of my ikran i had to do. I had been anxious the whole time we were riding, just waiting for my bond with my ikran to give out and for us both to go tumbling out of the sky together. My family would find out and- oh i couldnt even think about it any further.

But thankfully my ikran had held up and i got comfortable enough to have Tuk sit with me, to take her off my mothers hands, when i felt less anxious that we could possibly fall.

After a while of searching for Tuks posession i was lucky that i had found it and even more so that nothing bad had happened with my ikran or bond while i had been alone and separated from my family.

I had memorised the directions my father had explained and even written down for me and followed them to a tee. I soared over head flying lower to the sea than usual, trying not to give off a threatening posture as i arrived upon my destination.

I arrived in the early morning a day later than the rest of my family to the residence of the Metkayina clan. I saw many of the clans members working and doing chores around as i flew high above them.

They called out to me and i responded in as much of a friendly and non-threatening manner as i could in turn.

Even though my father had reassured me that the Metkayina clan would take them in the day before, i could not help but worry that they might have been turned away and i would have to go in search of them.

Although going in search of my family didnt seem very likely since i knew that even if they were turned away my father would have at least barginned with the Metkayina clans leaders for them to stay at least until i returned.

And when i did return if they could be so kind as to show hospitality until we were rested enough to continue our journey and move on to possibly the next nearest clan or whatever else father and mother had in mind.

When i finally landed on the bay of where the Metkayina clan dwelled i hopped off the back of my ikran onto the warm sand down below. It was an odd and new feeling but not one that was uplesant. What was really unpleasant was the way the people of the clan gathered around me immediately like a hawk to prey, looking at me like i was a meal.

We had learned all about the leaders of the Metkayina clan and how fierce they were before we departed, their Olo'eyktan Tonowari and especially their Tsahik Ronal. We had also learned about their children, the youngest Tsireya and the eldest and heir Ao'noung. This knowledge was deemed necessary for us to have by father if we were to ever make a good first impression or find our place in a diffrent clan.

When i felt their eyes roaming my body as if to look for any weakness they could find and exploit i did as i always would in these situations. I had observed many a time how my mother and father dealt with affairs and how they and other senior members of the clan showed their authority. But since i was suposed to keep a friendly attitude as my father had said i toned it down a bit, simply blocking out any and all ways i could appear weak to my new clan.

Shoulders down and back. Chin up. Hold your head high. Keeping your tail and ears stiff, dont let them twitch, dont move them. Dont fiddle or figet with your hands or anything else. Dont let the gleam in your eyes waver as they stare you down, soaking in every aspect of your being, even if you feel as if your awaiting death row.

And that was it. They backed off. The hungry gleam in their eyes faded out. Usually they relaxed back into themselves and carried on with what they were doing, mostly just ignoring me afterwards. Thats what the people in my clan did when i put up this version of my shield as they had grown used to the flame i had, the fire my heart contained. But the people here were not used to me, they seemed even slightly tense after the gleam had left their eyes, their confidence with it.

'Maybe this is what Grandmother had ment' i thought to myself as i witnessed the situation that played out before my eyes.

Instead of dropping and relaxing their shoulders completly they looked almost scruched up slightly as if I were the one who made them recline into themselves instead of the other way around like they thought it would be.

Yes. I was sure of it now. This is what my Grandmother had ment.

The spark im my heart. The one that i kept under wraps, contained, but that yearned to be set free, that yearned to rage a blazing fire. It peaked its head out at moments, moments like these and when it did it demanded respect. It could enrapture peoples attention and in turn their own hearts.

If only i could use it to its fullest, my fullest potential. But alas, i had to be careful. Be careful so as not to lose control of that spark, of that fire and burn away what i yearned to keep close. What was most precious even over my own heart, my soul, my own true self.

Soon enough a boy who looked around about my age passed through the crowd as they made a clear path for him to walk through. I assumed him to be the first born and heir of the clan, like my eldest brother had been of our former clan.

I had seen him arrive a little earlier then wence he approched me but he seemed to be looking on from afar and observing the situation, possibly seeing how i would react and if i would recline into myself or step up to the challenge. Thats what his eyes were telling me, they were hungry like the others had been and they still were after seeing my 'little performance'.

As he approched i put my hand to my head and brought it downwards lightly as a sign of respect. I had expected him to make some sly remark, even though i had always been told to 'never judge a book by its cover' by my father, but to my surprise, although i didnt show it, he returned my gesture in full.

His eyes still told an entirely diffrent story and i was far too used to that look to fall for it at this age. Yes, I'd play along. We could be civilised to each other as of right now, but in that moment i could tell with every ounce of my being that we both had the same thought.

'If you so much as step one foot out of line you'll answer to me'

Preditor had met preditor head on and prey hid for their lives. Of course this was all coated underneath a layer of politeness for the sake of peace and friendship. For the chance that would be given to the other until it was knowingly going to be broken one way or the other.

But he didn't know me. He didnt know what game he was playing, what game he was getting himself into. He had no idea what kind of self control i had. And if you havent already gathered from what you've read so far, I'll tell you, its a whole fuxking lot.

I could play the long game, the fun part was just watching how long he could keep up.

My attention was captured as my youngest sister ran up to me eagerly followed by my parents one after the other. They had heard word of my arrival after having kept look out for me for all of the time i was gone. Tuk started to search my body for her possession before she started jumping around when i returned it to her. Quickly there after, she hugged the lower half of my body as if she was latching onto me for dear life. I was embraced multiple times by my parents as well before i was hauled off to help my three other siblings who were setting up our new sleeping area.

As i went to see my new living quarters for the first time, with a new outlook on the situation i was thrust into with the rest of my family, i had a final thought.

'Maybe my new home wont be so bad after all'

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Oh boy was i wrong. So very wrong.

I was standing waste deep in the water off the bay where the Metkayina clan resided. The first day of arrival had been given to my family for rest but i didnt get to indulge in that pleasure as we were quickly thrust into learning the ways of the Metkayina people. Today my siblings and i would be learning how to ride an ilu guided by Tsereya, Ao'nung and their friend Rotxo's instruction.

Apart from the semi-welcome, semi-unwelcome welcoming my family had recieved upon arrival they had not been hesitant to tech us all their ways and i was now starting to find my way here. Tuk had picked it up fast with Tsereya as her mentor and Kiri was a natural as usual without any instriction nessecary. My elder brothers Neteyam and Lo'ak had been taken to another area away from the rest of us to learn from Ao'nung and Rotxo. I wondered how they were doing and if it was going as well as how my sisters and i were doing.

Us three got lucky. Tsireya was a gentle soul. She was very kind and made sure to look after Tuk as the youngest. I cringed when i thought back to how my younger sister Kiri had informed me after my arrival, while snickering, that our older brother Lo'ak had eyes on her from the moment they had landed. She seemed to like him too, much to his delight. I would be happy to have her as my sister if it turned out that way but felt sorry if she was going to get stuck with my troublesome twin in the process.

With Tsireyas guidance i had picked up how to ride an ilu fairly quickly. It wasnt as hard as i thought it was going to be. I was nervous that i wouldnt get it right at the start, especially since about every joint in my body still ached from my extra long flight, but Tsireya made it feel more fun than like a chore.

As i first sat myself down onto the saddle of the ilu i stroked his head and leaned down to whisper to him a silent prayer. Wheather it was to the ilu, myself, Eywa or all three i wasn't completely sure.

'Please, please work. Keep on being normal like you have done so for the past few days.'

The ilu chittered in response, most likely not understanding me at all but it felt somehow reassuring even so.

Nothing had gone wrong over the past few days and i was starting to actually grow uneasy instead of being happy about it. It was almost like the calm before the storm and everyone knows how that scenario ends.

After Tsireya helped Kiri onto her ilu she had gone off on her own without a hitch, Tsireya then went to help and guide Tuk after making sure i could handle myself as the eldest there.

"I will stick beside Tuk the whole time, as she is a child. Please feel free to go off on your own and dont be burdened" she had said

"Yes, thank you" i replied after hoisting myself up onto the ilu i was given

It was definitely a new feeling, like the sand had been. Although it was not unpleasant, it did give me a certain anxiety. It was a joint mix of wheather or not my bond would work, if i could hold my breath long enough and if i could steer it properly because it was not my ikran.

But i was also partly excited. Excited to see the world below, like i knew Kiri was. She only had one thing on her mind ever since father had told us where we were heading for our destination.

Deciding to follow her i had my ilu go forward just like Tsireya had taught us to do. I wanted to see the look on my younger sisters face as she witnessed all her dreams about this place become real. And what a sight to behold it was. The way the water wrapped around me so tightly as i made my decent down into the depths below made me feel safer than i ever did in the forest.

It felt like being swaddled in a big blanket and as if none of my worries could reach all the way down here, just like how it felt when i would fly for hours on end up in the sky on my ikran. I saw Kiri off on her own not too far away, admiring the scenery and playing with little fish and other underwater animals i hadn't seen before that passed us by.

Down here the water was crystal clear and the sun danced off of every surface it touched making a kaleidoscope of patterns along them. I watched kiri as she let her body sway with the flow of the water as she rode her ilu, i copied her mannerisms and found how much easier it made riding my ilu properly already.

I let the water guide me as i passed under her, scanning the ocean floor and tracing my long slender fingers across any shells i saw in passing. I looked back and noticed kiri following me doing much the same thing. She noticed me and we both shared a smile as i could tell in that moment that we also shared the same feeling in or hearts.

Until mine was spiked by anxiety.

I couldn't breath. I had been intending to go up for air soon but now i couldn't breath for another reason. The calm before the storm. I knew it would never last, i was now in that storm. I could feel myself losing control once again and i almost screamed at myself in rage, losing any breath i still had.

With what control i had left over my tsaheylu with my ilu i rushed towards the surface as fast as i could, leaving Kiri behind. I felt my ilu thrashing around as it was loosing my guidance and instruction but we eventually broke the suface of the water. I felt the buring in my lungs cease as i gasped in the air i was presented with.

I quickly detached my que from my ilu and broke the bond. My ilu gradually calmed down with just a few pats and strokes from myself and began chittering away to itself once again in no time.

Kiri broke through the water not even a minute later. After following me to the surface she had an odd look on her face.

"Are you alright?"

"Yeah i just needed a breather, you know?" I replied to her questioning, noticeably out of breath as my heart raced a million miles a minute.

"Me too. It's hard to hold your breath for that long. We still need to get used to some things here."

"Yeah..." i was glad i didnt have to be the one to explain myelf, she seemed to have covered all the excuses i had whipped up in the minute i had to think about what i might say. It wasn't exactly like i was lying though, i really was planning on going up to gather my breath anyway.

I was just witholding a small piece of information that wasnt necessary to give her at all. It would only stress her out.

Tsireya and Tuk had joined us not long later to catch their breath as well and with that we all joined back up with the boys for a joint lesson on breathing.

The sun was setting behind us as exlipse was drawing nearer and we all sat in a circle to focus on the techniques shown to us by the kids of the Metkayina clan. By now with todays techings we had all picked up the basic nessecities of the skills we needed to not be a nuisance to the Metkayina clan while staying with them from here on out.

Thanks to these techings i learned how to hold my breath for longer which was a good experience except for the fact that i had to sit next to Lo'ak and witness as he spluttered nervously like a love struck fool when Tsireya so much as touched him.

I looked over at Kiri and made a face before we both erupted in fits of giggles, working hard to stifle our laughter so as not to embarrass our brother any more than he was doing so on his own. The day faded away into eclipse with laughter and hearts that were full.

I know i said i was wrong about thinking staying here wouldn't be so bad after all but...

Thats not the bad part.

In fact everything started off relatively normal. Everyone was kind and happy but i wonder if that really all was just a facade. Just a layer of politeness over everyones real feelings for the sake of diplomacy. I couldn't tell what the future held then, but even if i tried i sure as hell wouldn't have guessed in a million years.

Though it did start going downhill the way i always knew it would. Because there would always be people who saw us, my family, my siblings and even i as less then na'vi, as human, as alien.

My brother, my twin, being treated as live fish bait and what was i doing? Absolutely nothing. I should have been there for him, i shouldnt have let that happen and even worse he took the blame for all of it. For that a$$hole Ao'noung who started this whole mess and i bet didnt even thank my brother in return for covering for him.

Our parents might not have been able to tell Lo'ak was covering for Ao'noung or maybe they did but they didnt see what had happened themselves so they just had to take the word of the one owing up to it. Either way i knew my brother and even if i had not seen what had happened between the two of them or outside the reef where he was attacked i wouldnt believe his pretty lies.

He was not the type to own up, as much as it pains me to say, our older brother was always the one to stick up for him. And even when he did Lo'ak would never retaliate and say it was his fault and not our elder brothers, letting him take the blame as he pleased. I knew my twin did not do this because it came from a bad place, because he had a bad heart, but because he was scared.

I knew that much, we were twins after all, like i said before, it would be wierd if we didnt have at least a couple things in common. But i suppose i wouldnt know as much as i used to about him now, we had grown more separated than we used to be. I take the responsibility for that due to my own fear. We both feared the unknown, he feared failure and letting people down and so did i.

Mabey we were, are, more alike than i had previously thought. As we grew further apart i started to think that we never really had anything in common but how would i really know since we never talked deeply about anything. We didnt confide in each other, we didnt know what the other was thinking and somethimes i wondered or even hoped that he might feel the same as me.

Only this time in a diffrent way. I thought it might be the case when we all saw him return safely, he owned up and my father said the harshest words he could have to him.

"You dishoner this family"

I could only imagine how my brother was feeling but as for me i felt them in my soul. We are twins so i could assume Lo'ak felt the same, only much worse since he was the one those words were directed at.

But they made me feel sick to my stomach, when i heard those words it dropped straight down and then lurched upwards like i was being spun around and around. This was because we are twins, he is one half of me, the other half of me. I felt those words to my core and they whispered that i was next.

Sometimes i think theres something wrong with me.

I have both my parents and my siblings. Theyre all nice people and none of them have died. I have a nice home, a nice clan and a nice grandmother. I have people who will support me through anything. So when i see them in front of me i know i should feel something...but i dont.

These are the people who raised me, who are my parents, who love me. They gave me a home and shelter, they fed me and protect me. They are the people i call to when i have a problem that i cant fix on my own or when im sick because i need thay sense of familiarity. Because they are my safety net. The only safety i know, they always have been.

So i know i should love them, i should reciprocate these feelings...but i dont. I look at them and i feel nothing. I think ive been tricking myself into thinking that i really do feel something, that i really love them and that i dont feel like its just because they were the only ones who protected me as i grew up. Because i had no choice in the matter and no one else to give me that sense of familiarity and safety.

And when i came to realise this, that i had been tricking myself, living in my own ignorance and delision, i started to act...started to lie. I thought 'well if i can trick myself what would be so hard about showing that emotion outwards and making life better for everyone else with a little white lie'.

'Lying is a form of love'.

With this white lie people would then begin to say 'you look happier as of late', 'you smile more now', 'you've changed', 'im glad your finally opening up to us'...

No. Its a lie. Its all a lie!

This isnt the real me.

Its just the me that keeps the peace, keeps the balance, keeps a sembalance of normality and familiarity because im scared of letting go, im scared of the outcome and im scared of hurting others even when i dont mean to. But how can i help it if its what i really feel, if its the real me, I cant help it, i dont know whats wrong with me....so i just lie instead. Its the better option...for everyone, everyone but me.

You often times hear how mothers or fathers do not feel connected with their child after its birth. They feel nothing towards this child and feel great grief over it, knowing they should feel all these diffrent emotions toward their child. They think somethings wrong with them but then over time as they are around the child more and watch it grow they learn to connect to the child, to love it. They watch them become their own person and the cycle might continue once that child becomes an adult and has children of its own, it has done so with many others.

I feel like that too. Can it be the same thing but the opposite way around, with the child being the one who wants to learn to love their parents? It wasnt always like this, i think i used to love them but my memories of my childhood have all faded into one big blur. I cannot recall any memories save for a few that have impacted me the most and only these i recalled recently or have kept with me and never once have left my mind. So i want to learn how to love them again, not just for them but also for me.

Lying and acting go hand in hand. One cannot exist without the other. You lie to act and you act to lie.

Thats the way i see it. Because i have known no diffrent. I do not know how to portray my feelings, my emotions, outwardly...not the real ones at least. So i lie. I lie and i act and i lie some more. Over and over and over again until i get twisted up in this web, this net of lies and fall down the rabbit hole until i dont even remember what i was like before. Before the lies, before all of it.

I dont know who the real me is anymore. But there is one thing i know, one thing i cant do.

Imagine this ; your going to bed at night and your parent comes to see you off one final time before you fall into your dreamland, and they say 'goodnight, sleep tight', 'see you in the morning', 'I love you'.

All the normality in the world, all the feelings and safety that should make you feel happy but all you feel instead is grief. Grief at yourself for only being able to reply back with a 'Okay' or 'Night' or a 'See you tomorrow' but never being able to utter the words 'I love you'. Because they carry so much weight to you, so much raw emotion that you cannot let escape from your being in fear. Pure fear of the unknown, of what will happen if you put these feelings on display, for the whole world to see.

Its not that i hate them, my parents, i just need to relearn how to let love win over fear, let them take my worries so i can love without restraint. Its like my heart is aching to be let out of its confinments within my chest where its tamed and trained to let the outershell act and lie while it rots away my entire being from the inside out.

Because 'I love you' are the only words i cannot speak out loud.

They are the only words i cannot bring myself to lie.

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Tr ; Yin and yang : Part 3

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|In case anyones confused about the Sano family tree and where Y/n fits in :

(Great drawing i know. Revere me artists!👹)

Part 1 • Part 2

Masterlist~

|Also try to pick a gender neutral name for yourself if you can (cuz i know your not using your real name your not fooling me cuz who even does that)|

The rain poured once again as it seemed to do endlessly around your existence.

A black umbrella was held high above your head, sheltering your now slightly bigger frame. However, this day you were the one who held your own umbrella without the assistance of a so called social worker who was ment to protect you instead.

You had gotten to the venue on time but only looked on from afar. You waited and waited and waited some more. Until finally almost everyone had come and go. They came and departed after paying their respects and grievances to who you assumed would be shins other three family members. His two younger siblings and his grandfather.

You let your mind wander to them for a time, wondering how they had been dealing with the loss of your shared older brother, even though they knew nothing of your existance.

You quickly snapped your mind back to the task at hand that you had set out for yourself as you saw your opportunity to slip into the venue.

Here you would say your own final goodbyes and grievances to your older brother.

Its bad luck they say. To bring an open umbrella indoors. Have you heard of that one?

Well you didnt care much for supersistion anymore because at this stage what was the point? You could follow all the superstition in the world and your older brother would still remain stone cold in a casket, soon to be burried six feet under in the sano families grave where your mother had also been buried previously.

The last conversation you had had with your mother flashed in your mind once again as it had done many times before.

Her frail arms wrapped around your small body, delicate hands turning your face to meet her own as she uttered those last few words in her soft sickly voice that she tried to keep from shaking.

Her eyes never leaving yours until she was done speaking almost as if she knew they would be her last. Or mabey it was just the importance they held in her own heart, the one thats beating was continuously slowing down as time went on until her sickness would finally take its course and it would beat no longer.

Whenever she held you close to her body as she brushed your hair, throughout your childhood, you listened to that sound. The sound of her beating heart. It relaxed you, you had said to yourself. But deep down you knew you listened to it for the fear that if you didnt, it would become silent, the beating would stop.

And it did.

And your fear had come to fruition.

Because at that time you hadnt been listening to the sound of it but instead to the sound of the words that left your mothers mouth.

They told you it wasnt because of what she was saying.

The doctors. The nurses. Your brother.

They had told you that she hadnt died because of the last one sided conversation you two had had.

But they werent there when it happened. They didnt hear the words that fell from her mouth, dragged out after ragged strangled breaths.

The last gasps of air that she could fill her lungs with as tears fell from her eyes and the grip of her hands on either sides of your face had started to grow a little too tight, her nails almost digging into your ears.

"Dont give your heart away, my love." She had said to you.

"Your too precious for this world. Dont let anyone have it. Do you understand?" She had asked but you only looked back at her blankly, staring into her reddened eyes.

"Y/n my beautiful daughter" she had said so softly, so soothingly

"Bad people try to take advantage of the people with the most beautiful souls in this world." She continued. "This world is unfair so your bound to have bad days but if everything else fails, just have hope. Hope for a better future. Hope for a better life in this world."

Her breathing became more shallow and she had started taking shorter breaths. You didnt know what to do then. You were listening to your mothers words and you didnt want to break eye contact with her, as desperate as she seemed, but the sides of your head had started to hurt from her hand placements and her eyes had grown strange.

"And some day you'll surely-"

Her heart monitor indicated that her heart rate had been rapidly increasing, you had decided then on what to do as you wriggled out of her grasp. You had jumped down from the bed and ran out of your mothers hospital room to get the nurses.

Sure, mabey you could have used whatever that button was that would summon a nurse to your mothers hospital room but did you remember in that sistuation?

No.

Or mabey you did.

You told yourself you hadnt remembered there was such a button or that it would take too long to find it. But the truth was that even though your mothers voice was always sweet and caring and had not changed even in her last words, the look in her eyes had frightened you.

A small child around only nine years of age.

Made to take on such a burdensome responsibility. The responsibility and weight of a sick mother. No one stopped to ask how you were doing or dealing with the situation. No one except shin. The only other person in your life. The only other person who loved and cared for you since birth. Your only other family.

And so after you had alerted the nurses, you had called him, your safety, your refuge. Though that phone call had been the one he had been dreading most.

The news that would turn out to be the biggest challenge you two had yet to face in your young lives.

Could you remember what the converstaion you had with him was, what you had told him?

The answer was no.

You didnt even remember calling him now that you were older.

Your subconscious had scribbled over that part so that in time it would fade and be forgotten. Nothing more than a torn page from your book of life that was currently still in the process of being written. Far from finished, far from even being deciphered by another since your older brother had left you behind in this world.

His own book being forced to a stop too soon, having run out of ink. Having been thrown away into the fireplace to be burned beyond recognition or rememberance.

You once again made your way up that aisle, only this time there was not a single person left inside. No one who would be watching you from where they sat below you, with curious, piercing eyes.

Your open black umbrella left a trail of small water dropplets behind you, as if imitating the tears that you could not produce. When you got to the top and saw your brothers picture framed with a smile on his face as if nothing bad could ever happen, as if it wasnt his own funeral that he was smiling about, your stomach lurched.

You felt sick.

You had been feeling many diffrent emotions up till now. Sadness over your brother death. Nervousness at going to his funeral where you could run into his other family members or be questioned as to why you were there.

Or if they saw your face. How even though you always had a resemblance to him, it had now grown to a sickening degree. You couldnt even imagine what would happen, you didnt want to.

So you pushed it all down once again. Pushed it back as best you could so that you could carry on while holding your head up high. Hold your head up high under that black umbrella that was now your only shelter, your only so called protection. You were alone now. But that also ment you were stronger. You could be stronger.

No. You would be stronger.

You had to be. Or the world that despised you, that bared its fangs at you any chance it got, would open up and eat you too. Just like it had done with your mother and brother.

Unfairness.

Thats what it was.

Every child learns the meaning of that word at a young age. Weather its because their parents wouldnt buy them a toy that they really wanted or because they got a bad score on a test they studied hard for, its shown itself in many diffrent ways. So that they are able to learn its meaning.

However unlike other children you had come to understand the word even more so than learn of its meaning. Like them you had learned of it but they could never truly understand the word, not until everything they cared about had been taken from them.

Everything that kept them alive, that helped them to survive.

When you had only the purest of hearts, the world despised you.

Just like how your mother had said in her final words to you.

You were discarded and now alone.

And so you decided from that day on, the day of your brothers funeral, that you would change.

The girl with only the purest of hearts would use her own fingers to rip it from her chest and reshape it into a dagger.

A dagger in which she could use to carve her initials on the world.

They would all know her name but they would never again know her heart.

There is strength in solitude.

In not relying on anyone.

This was something you couldnt see before when those you wished to rely on were alive. But now that they had been taken from you, now that you were left alone, the path that you must follow had been revealed.

It had finally opened up and allowed you entrance.

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On that day a frame of a person in black could be seen leaving the funeral venue of Manjiro Sanos older brother Shinichiro Sano. A black umbrella held high above their head as they emerged from the previously empty building and stalked off into the distance through the lashing rain.

Umbrella swaying back and forth slightly with the current of winds that swept past and chilled the bones of the living to the temperature of the dead. Without a shield of his own to protect himself from the pelting rain, crystalizing rain soaked into Manjiro Sanos funeral garb as he looked out towards the far distance.

The dark clouds high above the earth split open just enough for a streak or two of light to shine through and down onto that small figure with the black umbrella.

The scene that played out before Manjiro, of that retreating blurry figure, was almost picturesque. It would have been more so if the dropplets of rain that rolled down his cheeks were not taunting him as he tried to hold back tears for his dead older brother. Those which he had just returned from trying to wash away in the bathroom.

The day drawled on in a dim grey colour as the tides of emotions felt by those who cared for Shinichiro Sano could not be swayed by words of comfort alone. Words the two Sano siblings uttered to each other in reassurance although not believing the words themselves were saying above what the other said.

You gained no such comfort from anyone never less the man who was suposed to be your older brother.

No, not the one that had been with you from birth.

Not Shinichiro.

How could he? He was the one you were now mourning and would need comforting over.

So not him but instead your other brother.

No, not Shins younger brother Manjiro Sano either. You had never even met him, only caught glimpses from afar.

A brother who was neither one of them, neither Shinichiro nor Manjiro, yet one you could not break away from never the less.

The man who was not even biologically your other older brother. The man who was involved in the last time you saw Shinichiro before his death. The man who did not respond to you when you had asked him if he was planning to attend both of your elder brothers funeral, even though he had been greatly depressed over the matter like you had been.

Izana Kurokawa.

Why? Why couldnt you break away from him?

You didnt know.

You didnt need him to comfort you now. You were strong enough on your own.

Was it pity? A sence of responsibility?

Maybe this was how your mother felt in her decision to keep and birth you instead of simply moving on with her life. A choice that may as well have cost the last of her remaining health.

Through these circumstances the darkness got darker and in turn so did your urge to become stronger.

Not for a reason like Manjiro Sanos. Not to protect anyone else. But only to protect yourself.

Protect yourself from ever again failing to be in control of your own life. And protect yourself from the hellstorm you knew would approch you in the near future chapters of it.

You could feel it coming upon you. That storm.

The world was about to bare its fangs at you like never before. But this time you would be ready for it. This time you would fight back. This time you would not be helpless. You would not let your life be thrown around in front of you while you could do nothing but watch from the sidelines.

This time you would be a force to be reckoned with and the world would be the one who was unprepaired.

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Takemichi Hanegaki walked with alot on his mind. It seemed as if his problems would never end. As soon as he fixed one thing another problem would arise and thats just what it did again this time. Just who was the man they called Izana Kurokawa? The leader of the gang Tenjiku.

Walking through the doors to his school the boy, lost in thought and unaware of his surroundings, knocked into something in front of him.

"Hey watch where your going" a voice rang out

Or someone.

"Oh my God im so sorry i wasnt looking where i wasgoingareyouallright-"

The guy he had bumped into ignored him choosing to start picking up his fallen papers instead.

'Wow how dumb am i? I had been so lost in thought and worried over my new prediciment that i just made the guy in front of me drop all his belongings' Takemichi thought to himself.

Thankfully he hadnt knocked him over. Although he had a small frame the guy didnt seem like he could get knocked down that easily, thankfully, but that also made Takemichi slightly nervous.

Whenever something like this happened he usually found himself getting beat to a pulp two minutes later. Instead though, Takemichi found himself scraping the papers the guy had dropped off the floor as well in an attempt to help and not inconvenience him any farther.

After they both finished picking up the remaining pieces of paper Takemichi then handed the ones he had collected back to the guy. Angling his head upwards to take them from him, Takemichi got a look at the guys face for the first time.

He had a certain look to him, an aura about him that Takemichi, like usual, couldn't quite put his finger on. Especially his eyes, they felt almost familiar like he had seen them somewhere, on someone before. But Takemichi didn't have time to think about all that right now, he had other things to worry about, other priorities.

"I'm really sorry about that, i was lost in thought" he wanted to give a less rambled apology this time to get his honest feelings across.

"It's fine i wasn't looking where i was going too much either" the guy replied. He had a smooth voice, a calming essence to it but an undertone that hinted there was more to his personality than at first glance.

He almost reminded Takemichi of Mikey, however wierd that sounded. He was used to his hypothesis and ideas sounding wierd by now, they had to be if he ever wanted to figure out what was going on around him. No one around here was very normal anyway, including himself. He could time leap and that certainly wasn't normal, that was like a whole superpower.

The most not normal you could get and even then he was relatively alot more normal than most of the people he had interacted with since he time leaped twelve years into the past. If anyone was completely normal around here it would be his girlfriend Hinata Tachibana as well as Hinas friend Emma Sano, Mikeys younger sister.

Probably because they both weren't caught up in all the gang stuff but either way he felt proud to have a girlfriend like Hina.

Lost in thought once again Takemichi unknowingly cluched the paper in his hand ever tighter.

'Wait. Paper?' He thought

He hadnt been holding anything on his hands when he entered the building.

He brought the crinkled paper up and unfurled it, scanning through it. A test paper? This was one of that guys papers.

"Oh, i forgot to give you this o-"

When he turned around the guy was gone.

"Ah he forgot something" Takemichi said to himself.

Since his attention had been captured by that guys resemblance to the President of Toman he had been lost in thought and forgotten to return one of the papers he had picked up off the floor for him. It instead sat half crumpled up in his hand, the one that was now scarred thanks to getting a knife thrust through it in an attempt to help Draken.

As the bell rang for class to begin, he brought the paper back up to look at it once again and something on the cornor of the paper caught Takemichis eye.

"Oh wait his name is on it, i can just return it to him later." Takemichi concluded. "Lets see Mister..."

"Y/n..."

He hesitated when the sight of that persons last name reached his eyes, his brain not willing to comprehend what he saw.

"Kurokawa...?"

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Reader isnt a guy they just think she is cuz she looks like shinichiro alot so they just never think to think shes a girl

Also i know takemichi doesnt know what shinichiro looks like but he thought senju was a guy so-

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'Awalie (Once; in the Past)

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Summary: Reader (Jakes Sullys younger sister) wakes up in an unknown place and suddenly finds she has awoken 15 years later than the time of her last memory. But the real question is; why is she still the same age? Why doesn't this look like Earth? Will she be able to find her way back to Jake? And who is this Na'vi boy she just saved?

《Pronouns;she/her》《Tense;you/your》

|Takes place after the end of the second movie|

Part 2 Part 3

Masterlist~

Have you ever thought about what you would do if suddenly you woke up and you were in an unknown place?

What would be your first reaction?

Well the first words that left your lips seemed to perfectly describe how you were feeling, as you had just been thrust into that exact scenario.

"What the...fuck?" You choked out, fairly groggy after just waking up from what felt like an eternal sleep.

You looked around your surroundings and realised fairly quickly that you didnt know where you were.

You were sat on the hard cold floor of a room that was made up of all white walls. It was full of all sorts of diffrent odd beeping machines that did god knows what.

You had previously been stuck in some kind of smaller compartment but when you had awoken you were able to push your way out.

There was a gap inbetween the segments of the compartment and so you wiggled your fingers through and found you were able to extend the table you laid on out of the small space, landing yourself on the floor instead.

That table.

You remembered that table.

What did you remeber about it?

Just then a memory came along with a sharp pain in your head and made your stomach lurch in realisation of what you remebered about this table.

"One, two. One, two."

"Hey, Little Miss Sully, you there?"

"If you can you hear us give us a sign."

Bright lights flashed across your face and shed some light in the darkness you saw, while you were poked and prodded like some kind of experiment.

Well, i guess thats all you were to them.

A science experiment.

Not a human being.

Not a living creature.

Just something to further their own curiosity and greed.

Why? Why did they do it? And why you?

You were angry about it at first. You were angry for a long time, during all of the time you were asleep. The sleep, the darkness, that seemed to go on forever but also somehow seemed to be gone in the blink of an eye now that you were awake.

But now you were fine with it. Now you didnt want to be seen as a human. You didnt want anything to do with them.

They had taken everything from you.

Your parents.

Your eldest brother.

Tom.

'Tommy', Jake had bestowed the nickname onto his elder brother.

He had been shot to death right before your eyes. That was the last memory you had of him and the last memory you had at all. You had to tell Jake what happened. He could help.

But Tommy was already dead. What could he do? They're was no bringing someone back from the dead. You knew that. It was an undeniable fact.

The second words that you uttered, as you sat upright on the cold hard floor, after your awakening was the name of your older brother, the younger of the two twins.

"Jake...?" You called out. Your voice was hoarse as if it hadn't been used in some time and your throat felt scratchy like you had been forced to swallow thumbtacks.

What had happend to him, your second brother? Did he know what happened? Did he know his twin brother was dead? His older brother, his other half. Did he know what had happened to you? Where was he?

Where were you?

Just then you noticed a window a little ways away from you. You tried to get up to go look outside of it, to try and get a clue as to where you might be but your legs felt like jelly.

You collapsed as soon as you got up. You tried again only this time you used that wreatched table that would haunt your nightmares as support. You managed to make your somewhat numb legs move and you hobbled over to the window.

There was nothing to hold onto near the window, nothing to support you, so you had to just hope for the best. After throwing yourself in its direction you ended up latching onto the sides of the window, screws and all, since there was no windowsill to grab onto.

The pain caused to your hands by the old screws that jutted into your skin was nothing in comparison to the pain you felt all over the rest of your body before. How it felt when those experiments were actively being perfomed on you.

The pain you had felt then was so immense that it felt as if your whole body was burning from the inside out. Like thousands of little firey ants were making their way through each of your veins and into your blood stream.

Getting used to having to use your legs after being asleep was one thing but you still seemed to be affected by the after effects of the experiments that were perfomed on you by your own kind as well.

Now though, that pain you had felt had died down and your body felt somewhat sureen. As if it had been in hibernation, waiting for just the right time to awaken from its long slumber.

Perhaps that was why your legs felt like they hadn't been used in forever, why they were so numb. You had to find out how much time had passed. Just how long were you asleep for?

You had to find out where you were and what day it was. You had to get back to Jake. He must be worried about you, especially if he had already heard about Tommys death.

Except the only problem was that you didnt know where you were. As you peered out of that window and took in the view of the outside world that awaited you, nothing could have prepared you for what you saw.

The place that you woke up inside of seemed to be settled near a cliff with water, the sea you could assume, down below it. But that wasnt the weird part. Because when you looked in the opposite direction their were trees as tall as skyscrapers.

Ones that shined brightly of all diffrent colors. Colors that shouldn't come from normal trees. The foliage spread out into a canapy above making for a dense forest on the other side of the cliff. One more beautiful than you could imagine but also one just as deadly.

When you took a closer look at the outside surroundings you realised alot more could be seen. The forest seemed to be barricaded off and large machines as big as houses as well as people in giant metal robots patroled along it. There were many other structures, ones you assumed resembled the one you were in right now.

'Spaceships?' You thought to yourself

Yes. Thats what they looked like. You remebered from the pictures Tommy had show you about the one he was going to take to Pandora. You had also seen it on the news often when they reported what other scientists had found in their journeys to Pandora.

Everything you saw indicated only one thing. Only one place you could be. The place you had begged your eldest brother to tell you everything he knew about it.

Pandora.

The moon that had been found to have living creatures on it just like earth. You grew up hearing stories about it, everyone did.

You and Tommy had a particular intrest in it, although Jake never seemed as inthused about it as the both of you were. You had tried to make him come with you to classes countless times, where you would learn their language, but he had always brushed it off saying he was busy and had something else to do.

Tommy shared in your intrest of the planet though, even going so far as becoming a scientist to research it and the Na'vi peoples ways. You guessed he would never be able to achieve his dream now since he was shot dead right in front of you a week before he shipped out.

And then it hit you. Tommy was really dead. He wasn't coming back, he couldn't achieve his dream of going to Pandora and here you seemingly were. With the last memory you had, before finding yourself here, being of your eldest brother dying right before your eyes because some guy wanted the money in his wallet. You had watched the bullet wound bleed out and blood pool around his body, frozen in fear and dread before you too were shot.

Yes that was right. You had been shot too. So what happened after that? What was all that pain you had felt? Those voices you heard, those images you saw.

They had been experimenting on you. That had been your first thought and the conclusion you came to while you were asleep because of the vague distorted flashes and sounds that repeatedly played in your mind. Beeping machines and people mumuring above you, sounding so close yet so far away.

You slid down from where you were standing, holding the window, and clutched your head from these memories as they caused volts of pain to stab through your brain like they had done when you had first rembered the table.

They had been experimenting on you while you were asleep. So had you been in a coma? You were shot too but didnt die so mabey Tommy was in a coma too and you were just jumping to conclusions that he was dead. But then again, even if he was in a coma that wasnt much better than being dead either, it just ment that while his physical body wasnt dead his brain was.

So thats what had happened to you? After you had been shot you went into a coma and so you had been brian dead? How long had it been since you had first gone into the coma?

Weeks?

Months?

Years?

You started to panic now. Every moment that lead up to the situation you were in now played in your mind all at once. You clutched your head harder as your ears started to ring, your nails digging into them in the process, trying to relieve the pain you felt in your head by moving it somewhere else.

Your heart raced so fast you thought it would beat out of your chest as you clawed at it, bunching up the hospital gown you were wearning in the process. Your head rested down on your thighs, your body completely reclining into yourself in an attempt to keep you safe. You began to feel light headed and you thought you might pass out at any moment. Then a certain noise made you come to a realisation, enough to bring you back to your senses.

Was the spaceship...taking off?

You clambered back up to look out the window once again and sure enough the room you were in was leaving the rocky ground below. With you still getting used to your legs and the new added movement of the swaying ship you were like a fish out of water, stumbling all over the place.

You stumbled to the other side of the room as it swayed and just as you were about to get thrown to the floor you braced yourself on a table. Not the table, not the one that would haunt your nightmares but one that looked almost the exact same nonetheless. In fact instead of grabbing onto the cold metal of the table instead you grabbed something more fleshy feeling and what it was had you at a loss for words.

The room you were in...you weren't the only one in it.

In fact the other person in the room with you didn't look quite human like at all. Although you had never seen one in person before, the blue tinted skin, long limbs and sizable body all conformed that you were indeed on Pandora. This was because the body that lay on that table, across from the one you were on a while ago, was the body of a na'vi person.

Like with the spaceships the appearance of the na'vi people had been described to you many times while you grew up on earth. You had even seen far away photos of them that were on the news or uploded to the internet, taken by scientists and others who were sent to explore the alien planet.

The person didn't seem at all likely to move. They too were clothed in a hospital gown like you were, you assumed this to be an avatar body that was not cureently in use.

It lay still and was rather cold to the touch but the machines it was hooked up to indicated that it had a heart rate. Tommy had told you that avatar bodies were usually kept in tank like things full of fluid, you recalled, so you wondered why this body was laid on a table out in the open like this.

And was it suposed to have a heart rate when their wasnt a person inside of it? You didn't know. You had always been more fascinated and interested in the na'vi peoples ways and culture, their planet the moon pandora, their home and the ecosystem there rather than the avatars the human scientists made and how they were used.

So you had mostly zoned out, never taking in the information Tommy had rattled on to you about them. Although you did know he was supposed to get his own avatar. They had constructed it from his DNA and it would be ready for him to use by the time, the six years, it took for him to get to Pandora.

Six years it would have taken for him to get to Pandora. You looked down at your own hands, out streached them and clenched them a few times, hard enough to leave little crecent shaps where your blunt fingernails jutted into your palms. You recalled back to the hint of a reflection you saw of yourself in passing as you looked through the window.

You had looked the same age!

Your hands were the same size as you remebered them and so were your facial features, you didnt have any wrinkles either. You felt warmth blossom in your heart at the thought that mabey not too much time had passed at all, but then again...

You were on Pandora weren't you? It would have taken Tommy six years to get to Pandora so if you were on Pandora and the same age as before that would be logical at all would it.

Just then you remebered another thing Tommy had said. He had made you watch a documentary with him about it since his twin seemingly didnt share in his intrest so you were made to instead.

During that he had explained how they would use some magic whatever stuff you couldn't remember the name of now, as you had only been half listening to him, to keep the spaceships crew members bodies preserved or something so that it was like they were frozen in time. Like a hyper sleep, where when they woke up they would be six years into the future.

Mabey thays how your body had stayed so young. That seemed logical although the only thing was, that he had said that it couldnt stop the aging process completely, only dwindle its effects as the body slept. But you looked the exact same as you had in the day of the memory you last remebered.

You would have been sixteen then so adding six years would have made you about twenty-two. There was no way, even with the effects of the stuff that was ment to preserve your body, that you wouldnt have at least looked a little different. Been a bit taller even, although that wasn't something you could check just by looking at yourself.

You had to start searching around and finding more stuff to explain the situation you were in. If you were in a spaceship in Pandora then there must be people here who could help you. But would they want to?

Did you even want their help?

What about the people who experimented on you while you were asleep? Caused you all that pain. Those very people could be the ones who brought you to Pandora. Did this have something to do with Tommy being a scientist on Pandora? Was his being shot to death not mearly an act of some rando wanting to snatch his cash? Did you just get in the way and then become an unlucky sacrifice in the process?

You started to hyperventilate again, overthinking yourself into ruin. You unclenched your hands from fists after drawing blood and brought both your hands up to your face. After literally smaking some sense back into yourself in order to calm down and get your shit together you decided not to panic anymore, as that would not help you in any way.

You would keep a cool head and get yourself out of this situation. You were resilient like your second brother. You had most likely even just awakened from a coma where you were also most likely brain dead, that had to add some truth to your self proclaimed resilience.

If you were all the way on Pandora that ment you were on a diffrent planet to the one your older brother was on. Could you find a way to contact him?

'Tommy would be fine if he was in this situation' you thought to yourself

What would Tommy do? What would Tommy do?

But Tommy knew all there was to know about Pandora, you didnt. You had only listened to what he said about the things you were intrested in like the ecosystem and the na'vi peoples culture and zoned out for the other half of it. Then another thought occured to you.

"What would Jake do...?" You whispered to yourself out loud.

People had often said that you two were more like twins then Jakes actual twin, this always confused you though. You thought that if they would say that about you and either of your brothers it would be about you and Tommy since you both shared a keen intrest in Pandora.

As you got older however you understood what they ment. You and Jake bounced off each other. You both had the same personality, shared the same sarcastic humor and carefree attitude. You were both headstrong and stubborn and had a certain resilience.

A resilience that could get you through anything.

You been through a basic first aid course as deemed necessary by your own ideals. Jake had been taught much the same in the marines along with the other members of his corps. Although he had said that it didnt help very much when the other members tried to perform what they knew on him when he was injured. At least thats how he looked at it, not you though.

It couldn't bring back his legs but it did retain his life, which you were thankful for, and so you took classes as well as pushing him to teach you once he was better. Though Jake being Jake, and you knowing him, he most likely thought that not having his legs was as good as him being dead. He might even have actually preferred if he had died then instead of still having to carry on with the loss of his legs.

He was too energetic to be confined to a chair for the rest of his life, although, if you knew him and you did, he would probably still end up finding someway to follow his crazy ideas and dreams even with being paralysed. Even though he had to stop being a marine you knew he would find another flame to latch onto again one day.

This time though you were sure that when he did he wouldnt dare let go this time, he would cut down anything in his path to achieve his goal. He was resilient, like you were too.Mabey he had already found it while you were asleep. That was a nice thought. Mabey the loss of both his siblings cleared his mind, gave him more time for himself, just to figure himself out. That thought wasnt as nice.

And although the thought of him doing fine although you and Tommy were gone made your heart warm it also felt a little bitter. Mabey that made you a bad person. Mabey you were. You used to be told that it was alright, that 'it made you human' but...maybe that ment that humans really were bad. That they only tried to justify their own actions so that they wouldn't have to feel remorse. But your older brother wasn't like that, not Jake, not ever.

Jake was the only person you could rely on. The person who you would get in touch with. The person who would help you like always because thats what older brothers did.

And the person who looked kind of like this avatar body.....

Wait. What was that last one?

You had always been scolded for being recless like Jake was too. You learned from his example which often earned your older brother an earfull from the eldest.

You couldn't help it though. Jake was the person you were around the most as you grew up. He had been there your whole life so of course you would learn from his example. Most younger siblings tend to do this without even meaning to.

Its like how when you get older you think your parents or older siblings are cringy or annoying but when your a kid your whole world revolves around them. Revolves around the people who are closest to you, who love you and keep you safe. You learn from their example in the safety of your own home and then you go out and practice those things in the real world.

So many people dont realise that they have picked up habits that have been around them their whole lives. Its just something that that person sees as natural while others may not.

That can be a real eye opener for some people.

When they finally go out into the real world and there are people who think diffrently then them or do things diffrent to what they have been taught. And weather thats good or bad and weather they take it in stride or not is up to their choosing.

They can choose how they want to live their lives, what kind of person they want to be. Remain ignorant or embrace whats in front of you. A new door to be opened. Having said that many people also tend to loose sight of the person they were before. While you can never know what future lies ahead of you, you should always remeber one thing...

Just keep moving forward.

Keep going.

One more time.

You can do this.

Or die trying.

Thats what you were good at.

You wouldn't give up. Not here. Not now. Not when you still had something to live for. Not when you faced death and still survived. Came crawling back stronger, from whatever fate the afterlife had in store for you.

Stronger than before and rearing to go. With your new found confidence you made up your mind to find a way to contact your older brother. That was until...*Gasp*

You might have thought that was you gasping. If you did...you would be wrong.

"Ahhhh" you shouted in shock

Instead it was that body on the table that had gasped for air. The avatar body had just woken up, still clothed in thay hospital gown and lying down on the table.

Had someone really been inside it the whole time? Wouldnt they have just gone back to their original body and if they did why would they return now? Did they try because they were alerted that the body had flatlined? But that wouldn't make much sense.

All this was really doing your head in. Their was too much information and gaps in that information for you, since you mostly didn't have a clue what you were dealing with here. From the avatar bodies to the whole diffrent alien planet you were on.

All these things flashed through your mind in a quarter of a second before you came back to the situation right in front of you. That person looking confused now suddenly also realised that they were not in fact alone in the room. Their eyes suddenly met yours as you continued to stare at them from where you stood above them.

"Uh...hi?" You said with a nervous smile donning your features as you raised one of your hands in greeting. Yeah, maybe not your best reaction but what were you suposed to do? You were freaking out as much as any other person but you were happy the avatar person wasn't dead at least.

The two of you stared at each other for another moment or two before everything seemed to click inside the other persons mind and soon he was struggling to get off of that table and away from you, but he couldnt. The swaying of the spaceship taking off had long since evened out as you now seemed to be flying steady.

You had an inkling that the person was indeed not an avatar but an actual na'vi person. Not your brightest moment either but you were still figuring things out nontheless. You noticed that the na'vi person was tightly tied down to the table, with metal cuffs donning their wrists, ankles, neck and one across the middle of their body.

"Easy" You said putting your other hand up, along with the first, in kind of a 'calm down' gesture. You hoped the na'vi people had the same thing or were at least taught what it ment by other humans like Grace. Like you had learned na'vi through classes on Earth, she had taught English to the na'vi children in a school on Pandora.

The na'vi person, who you assumed to be male, seemed very distressed and did not listen as you tried to calm him. He tried his luck at getting out of the restraints himself but soon found it was no use. And opted to lay still in defeat while never once breaking eye contact with you as if in warning.

During this you had looked back at his heart monitor and saw it steadily rising as he too seemed to be panicking like you had done earlier. Looking in his eyes you could see how frigtened he was, he reminded you of yourself and so you repeated yourself once more.

"Easy there, im not going to hurt you. I want to help." You said calmly.

He did not respond to you but you could see the doubt in his eyes. Slowly he nodded his head in your direction semmingly seeing no other option to get free of his restrains. As if picking the lesser evil he let you figure out how to unbind him from the table.

You struggled to figure out how you would unbind him exactly as he was tied to the table with metal cuffs. You tried to pry them open with your bare hands but quickly found that wouldn't work.

"Well thats not gonna work" you said outloud to no one in particular

Next you decided to look around the room to see if there was anything you could use to pry them open. By now the feeling had almost all returned in your legs so you could walk around the room without problem. You searched around for a minute or two before you heard someone start speaking.

"Over there on the table, try that."

You had been a bit startled by someone suddenly starting to talk out of the blue and stared for a moment at the guy before fully taking in his words and quickly making your way to where he was pointing to.

He was gesturing as well as he could to a table just in his line of sight since he was made stay in a lying position. You scanned the table to see what he could be thinking you could use to free him and picked up a few things to show him to which he shook his head at. You then picked up a needle which he finally nodded his head at and made you realise what he was thinking, you just didn't know if he could pull it off.

You found an old cloth and forcefully ripped off a scrap of it which you covered the pointy bit of the needle with. You couldn't help but wonder as you did this wheather or not this might have been a needle that was used om you when those experiments had been performed on your body. You held the head of the needle at its base, close to the tube and with the help of the edge of the table you snapped the needle off of the tube.

Discarding the body of the needle you brought the sharp point of the head down to meet the thick metal cuff that kept the guys right hand restrained. Before inserting it you quickly glanced at the na'vi male strapped down to the table, the one you were currently trying to free. Why? You didn't exactly know.

'This is exactly why you shouldn't panic' you thought to yourself. But you couldn't help it. You would have done the same thing even if you weren't in a stressful and panic enducing situation. You couldn't just stand by and watch someone die right in front of you, not while you could do something about it.

Even if your heart was going a million miles a minute, even if you didnt know anything about the person you were saving. Maybe that ment you were an idiot or maybe that just made you kind but either way you couldn't be stopped by anyone, not even Jake, once you set your mind on doing something.

And you had decide a whole ago now that you would get back to Jake, your only remaining older brother, your only remaining family. And if you could enlist the help of a person who might need help also, who might be trying to get back to his family too you would be happy to return the favor.

You gathered that he seemed around the same age as you, wheather he was na'vi or human you didnt care, you could help him too, you could both help each other. And if at times from certain angles or when the light hit some of his features just right he looked a little bit like your older brother than that was all the more reason.

He looked back at you with his big wide eyes and you could seen your own refelcetion in them, not only literally but also figuratively. You could see that he had his walls up, he was trying to be strong but he was just as scared and confused as you were.

And what you were helping him from you didnt know but if he was tied down to table like this when he looked like he was the same age as you then you knew that staying here was not a good option for him. You had always been good at reading people, maybe it was your personality, maybe it was being surrounded by all Jakes marine talk and all Tommys scientist talk your whole life but you had picked up on quite a bit.

Your brothers were much older than you, got to go out into the world and live their lives much quicker, leaving you behind. They were twenty-two, six years older than you, you werent even an adult yet. When you had turned sixteen you had told yourself countless times 'two more years'. Just wait two more years and you could leave that orphanage and finally go out into the world, live by your own rules, your own free will. You would finally get to fingure tourself out, find your passion like your brothers had found theirs and finally be your own person but what would happen now?

"Why are you helping me?"

You seemed to have zoned out for a second too long even though all this passed through your mind in a flash.

"Why am i helping you?" You returned the question back to him

He nodded back to you as best he could from his lying down position, his head still angled to look you in the eyes.

His question registered in your mind and you thought for a moment before you soon replied, finding your aswer rather quickly.

"You have a strong heart...very brave" You could tell his emotions through his eyes, like you could for many people. You saw how scared he was, especially to enlist the help of someone he didn't know and someone who could potentially cause him harm. But he did it anyway because he needed to do so if he wanted to survive, because he needed to survive, just like you.

"You remind me of someone" you said finishing off what you had said earlier before quickly busying yourself with trying to untie his restraints.

Before long you had both of his hand restraints off and the one that went across the middle of his body. He was now sitting in an upright position on the table, watching you fiddle around with the needle inside of the cuffs and rubbing his wrists where the restains were previously placed. You jostled the needle to and fro until you heard a click once again and got the remaining cuff off. You stayed still for a bit with a mix of diffrent emotions bubbling up inside of you that were made apparent on your face for the na'vi male to see.

That was until you felt him staring at you and you backed up a few steps since he had seemed quite frightened of you earlier. He slowly made his way off of the table and stumbled a bit like you had done.

"Careful!" You called out to him as you put your hands out just in case even thoigh you werent close enough to catch him if he fell

His legs seemed to have not been used in a while either but they did not seem as bad as yours had been. You supposed he had not been sleeping quite as long as you probably had. Speaking of which you still needed to figure out just where and when you were.

You were reluctant to move closer to him in case he thought you seemed to pose a threat to him and you didnt know if in his haste he might attack you to protect himself. You certainly might if you were in his position and he seemed to be thinking along much the same lines as you. You were both crouching down a little in a position that could be seen as either trying to seem less threatening to the other person and or getting into a ready stance in case the other intened to attack.

"Nga plltxe 'Ìnglìsì, kefyak?" (You speak English right?) You questioned in a clear voice.

You really hoped you had remebered your leassons on the na'vi language well enough that he had understood what you had said. He had seemed to be able to communicate to you in english well so you wondered if he had been a student of Graces since it would be wierd for him to know english fluently otherwise.

"Yes. Im fluent in English." He gave his answer to your question rather calmly and as clear as someone who had known the language since birth.

"You're not like the other humans are you?"

"If you mean the people who did experiments on me then hell no"

"I dont know anything about experiments but i assume that means your not on good terms with the humans who control these spaceships either."

"Youre one of the good ones?" He asked sounding slightly hopeful

"Well everyone has different meanings and values of the word 'good' but i can say for certain that im not involved in any of what they do and to be honest i actaully dont have a clue whats going on"

"I assume your not on good terms with them either by the way your talking" You concluded

He nodded in reponse to your observation.

"Ever heard the quote 'your enemies enemy is your friend'" You continued

You saw a smile pass over his face as you knew then that you were both once again thinking the same thing and in that moment you had a sudden thought that you and him would get along splendedly.

So as a sign of peace and truce you put your human hand out, in a gesture that you hoped he, as a na'vi, knew.

"My names Y/n

Whats yours?" You asked

"Neteyam"

"Nice to meet you Neteyam. Do you mind if i ask you a wierd question?...

What year is it?"

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《No im not shipping them they are literally related so please do not think i am and or will be doing that😀》

#avatar #avatar way of water #avatar x reader #avatar x you #fanfiction #platonic sully family x reader #platonic x reader #platonic #neteyam sully #lo'ak sully #kiri sully #tuk sully #neytiri

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Yuji+Choso Big Bro Headcanons (Twin AU)

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eclipse-rain · 1 year

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TR ; Yin and Yang : Part 2

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Warnings; Pronouns : she/her, Slight manga spoilers, TW : ¿slight? angst, Tense you/your

Part 1 •Part 3

Masterlist~

You never knew your biological father.

You think you werent suposed to ever find out anything about him.

You think they tried to shelter you.

Your mother and brother did.

To keep it from you like they did with so many other things. Shelter you from the outside world that the eyes and ears of a child are not ment to yet witness.

You heard your mothers husband, your brothers father, had an affair with another woman. That was how your younger non-blood related sister was born.

You wondered why that happened.

Why he had an affair with a woman other than your mother. Why he would do such a thing since mother really seemed to love him so much.

Than again you were never told how you were brought into the world either.

How you came to be.

It had to have happened before he cheated on mother considering you were older than his daughter, even if it was only by a couple months.

Although, even after considering your similarities to that sister you didnt think you were brought into the world quite like how she was.

You didnt think she was born out of love like how you thought shin and his younger brother were. But you also thought that the reason she was born wasnt the same as your reason for birth either.

Which begs the question once again.

Why were you born?

Why didnt she throw you away?

Your mother.

Why didnt she get rid of you?

Out of a sense of responsibility?

They were right.

You knew they were.

When they had said everyone would have been better off if you were never born.

And your mother and brother tried to keep that from you. To shelter you from the truth. But even if you hadnt found out that day, before you even knew the meaning behind those words you were hearing, you probably would have found out one way or another.

Your mother loved your brothers very much.

She even loved their sister who was not her own.

But did she love you?

Could she have?

I mean could she really have?

When you grew old enough to finally comprehend and understand you came to a conclusion.

You didnt think you could have if you were in her position.

So you always asked yourself those two reoccurring questions.

'Why was i born?'

And,

'Why didnt she get rid of me?'

I guess the time had just finally come.

At the worst time when you finally dared to have hope.

You were cast aside.

You were thrown away.

Like you were always ment to be.

You had fooled yourself too long on the delusion of hope. Hope for a better future, for a better life in this world.

Mabey it actually gave you a bit of relief like how it did when your mother died and you thought you no longer had to be kept on the edge of uncertainty, of unknowing. A scared child who finally didnt have to stay strong anymore.

Or so you thought.

You were taken away in that black car and away from any dream, any hope, of a regular life with a normal happy family you had at that time.

Now you had two new questions to answer.

What was your purpose in life?

And where would you go from here?

Unfortunately, though, you didnt know if it was unfortunate for yourself or everyone else, you could now only see one direction that would point you in the direction in which might answer those questions.

And that was down.

Down the wrong path.

The path of darkness.

The path of no return.

Or so they say.

Who's they?

You weren't really sure.

You didnt think anyone was really sure.

No one really knew.

But people fear the unknown.

They fear the darkness.

The embodiment, the physical apperance of the unknown in this world.

Not you though.

You would embrace it.

You had to.

Or it would consume you too.

Then mabey embracing it was like sentencing yourself.

But if that was the case than at least it was the first thing in your life that you had control over.

And you would do anything in your power to keep it that way.

To keep yourself from ever again feeling the powerlessness of those days in which you could do no more than watch as your life was debated right in front of you and you couldnt do or say a single thing to stop it.

When your life was thrown around in front of your eyes carlessly like you were a rag doll. A side character in a story getting in the way of the main characters happiness.

Like you were a doll who was only ment to sit still while her body was moved for her. Her arms and legs repositioned and her face painted on like a mask.

A mask to cover the fact that while she was beautiful on the outside, on the inside she was only hollow.

That she didnt have a soul.

So to keep yourself from ever being thrown away again you would put a lock and chain around your heart and build up the walls of the barrier that had long been forming behind your mask.

You would throw yourself down the path of darkness.

Of tranquillity.

Of refuge.

The only refuge left in this world for you.

You, who had finally been cast aside after being kept on the edge of your seat, on the edge of that pirate ship plank, would take the plunge into that icy water below, into that unknown.

So you would no longer have to seek out those things, for if you let the power to have those things rest in other peoples hands to hold over you it could strike a fatal blow.

A final blow.

One you could not return from and if that would be the case you would rather the finishing blow be by your own hand.

That even if it was in your last moments you would be the one to have control over your own life.

Of course this change didnt happen straight after you were taken away in that black car.

No, no. It didnt happen until two years later.

You had not been so weak willed that you could not retain sanity or understanding or compassion for the situation you and your older brother were in. You had done it many times before.

Fought down your own feelings to please others. Why talk when you could say something wrong? Why breath when you shouldnt be alive in the first place?

'A waste of space' they told you. Live like your dead so you dont bother those around you, thats the least you could do.

And so you would do that once again, although it didnt bother you as much when it was for your brother. Yes, your feelings were hurt but you could understand, couldnt you?

There were responsibilities, there were priorities. So you could push your own feelings aside to not be a bother or a hinderance of any sort. And if you werent a priority for your older brother than you couldnt do a thing about it. Of course this was all just your thought, the way your mind worked, the thoughts that were always flowing without end.

It was another thing in your life that you had no control over. But you tried your best to do so and so you pushed everything as deep in your heart as you could, put everything on the highest shelf so you wouldnt have to face it.

You chose to remain ignorant so that you could keep your older brother even for a little longer. Only, you didnt know how little time that would really be.

You think it actually all started, your decent into the unknown, when locks of your hair fell like those flower petels withering.

Those flower petels, the ones from the flower you layed at the side of your mothers picture.

They withered as time went on.

And so did you.

They say time heals all wounds.

The same 'they' that are afraid of what they dont understand and so in their hardest efforts not to face the truth they make the most practical understanding they can for themselves.

So they can stay ignorant in their own little bubble without having to face the outside world.

Mabey thats what you were doing too.

Creating your own little bubble.

Mabey you were just like them.

Or you would have been, if that bubble hadnt been popped.

Mabey you could also have been blissfully ignorant.

But that chance had long passed you by and the most ignorance you had instead were the four walls of the barriers around your heart that time had also built up. As well as the walls of the orphanage where you were forced to grow up.

The dull damp grey walls that looked like they would blow apart if there was a strong enough wind.

The walls of the orphanage, not the ones around your heart.

No, no, those ones had been built far sturdier, time had been kind to them and done them well, at least thats what you thought.

More hair fell.

Lock by lock you got rid of one of the cursed key features that made you be abandoned by your brother, to you, hacking off as much as your could without mangling your face.

Of course after your mother died and you were abandoned by your older brother there was no adult left to take care of you, shelter you, so naturally you would be staying right you always had been.

In that damned orpahnage.

Though now you thought that if you were going to say goodbye to that same brother, whatever feelings you now held, which even you couldnt quite discern, you should at least not look the same as when he had last seen you.

The last time you had seen him alive which was also the time he had abandoned you.

And mabey for that reason. Your damned appreance. Your damed hair which you hacked off in an effort to pretend like you were actually doing something useful to relieve your anger.

You thought back to that time. The time you last saw him.

No, not the time after your mothers funeral. Not the time you were taken away in that black car by another social worker and back to the orphanage instead of to a warm and happy house with your brother.

But two years after.

Just a little while before the accident that permanently ment you would never again get to see your older brother.

It happened on a day much like the day of your mothers funeral, another day in the pouring rain.

Only this time you had been the one who chose to walk away from shin instead of being taken away from him forcefully.

You heard that hair holds memories.

So that when a girl gets broken up with thats why the first thing they do is cut their hair.

To get rid of the memories, good or bad, to start anew.

To be reborn.

The same could be said here, only when you were done and the slight cuts on your fingers bled from where you were careless with your scissors, you seemed to have replaced one dead face with another.

A newer ghost of a person.

Now instead of the last one you had buried you looked like one whos blood had only recently been spilled. Whos body was basically still warm.

And whos funeral you had been preparing to somewhat attend.

Looking at yourself in the mirror, the way your hair now hacked off into shorter pieces fell around your face, shaping it, made you look strikingly and sickeningly like your older brother, Shinichiro.

The one who now lay in that casket instead of your mother.

Of course he had also looked like your mother.

You both shared much the same face as her, you had heard that his younger brother also had a strong resembalance to her.

You recalled how your mother and even shinichiro had loved your long hair. Your mother would often spend time brushing the soft locks as she sat in her hospital bed with you sat close in front of her body.

She would praised it by saying how beautiful you were and shinichiro would chime in saying you took after her as you would agree and giggle at the compliments you were given.

She would sit and brush it all the while you both talked together in the hospital. And then when ever you would leave and return to the orphanage you often felt a sensation, almost ghost like, of a hand, your mothers hand as she stroked the top of your head.

Then your mind would immediately switch to how shinichiros much bigger, stronger, hand would roughly pat the top of your head with his calloused fingers from working on the bikes in his mechanics shop daily.

Then the question of why you were at the orphanage at all would continuously pop into your head.

Why did shinichiro and his little brother get to live with their grandfather while you lived in this place. Even their little sister lived with them as well.

You had heard that she had previously lived with her mother and her mothers husband but shin had taken her in to live with him when she was three.

This you had not heard from shinichiro or your mother like the other bits and pieces you heard from them about your other siblings. This, you were told by someone diffrent but also in much the same situation as you.

You wondered why emmas mother was willing to let her live with shinichiros family when she already had a family and why didnt your mother, who knew you didnt have any other family, let you live with them as well.

Were you missing something? Were they keeping something from you like they always were? Trying to shield you again? Or was it all just a misunderstanding, a mistake?

Was it because they all shared the same dad while you had no blood relation to him. Their dad had been their grandfathers son so perhaps that was the case. You were only the child of his son's wife so could you really be allowed to be part of their family.

You stared at yourself in the mirror.

You saw your older brother staring back at you.

Your eyes had always looked rather lifeless, creepy even, you had been told by others, but now even more so.

No matter how hard you tried then you couldnt recall what it was like to cry.

Or when the last time you had cried was.

You hadnt shed a single one at even your own biological mothers funeral.

Your eyes remained bone dry, no tears would flow.

Not now, not then, not since a long time.

You had heard that shinichiros younger borther had the opposite problem.

And that he thought it must have stemmed from the conversations he had with his mother. The start of his dream to be strong, to protect.

The conversations about his father in which he recalled the only memory he had of the man before he died. That was of a little superhero action figure and what it ment to be strong.

'Mikey had always tried his hardest to be strong' - like those memories, you had been told.

He always tried his best not to cry. But you, you had the oppsite problem.

You couldnt cry anymore.

No matter how much you wanted to, no matter how much you tried to make the tears come out, your eyes remained dry.

And your heart remained void.

Another memory had started to resurface but you forcefully pushed it away when you heard a noise behind you.

When you turned that person seemed to have just seen your face properly. It was also their first time seeing you with your hair cut short.

You knew then, by the look on their face, that you werent the only one who thought you looked like your older brother.

Like Shinichiro.

"You're not going to the funeral...are you?" You asked in a monotone voice.

You caught the hint of a grimice when you looked him in the eyes, much like how shinichiro had done when you had started to look a bit too much like your mother after her passing.

You stared at the man who had returned back to the dazed look on his face seeming as of he were a million miles away. The man who chose to ignore you as you didnt get a responce to your question but you didnt need one, you knew the answer. You knew he would not be going.

You would once again have to walk up that aisle alone. There would be no hand to guide you this time. You knew shins death had hit the man hard, as it did you. You suposed you just were able to hide it better since hiding your emotuons was something that you had long grown accustomed to doing. You also knew that was most likely the reason he was not going to his funeral and also because of the last interaction this man had with your older brother.

One you had unfortunately been present for. One which unfortunately had also been your last interaction with shin.

At that time you had once again been made witness to the broken trust of another person. Witness to the lies and the heartbreak. To both sides of the story and the unfareness of the world.

Something you were too young to have already witnessed countless times before.

And when your that young and someone who has never yet learned how to rest and been witness to such betrayal, the lines get skewed.

Good and bad. Morals and empathy.

You learn from the wrong person, witness the wrong things and suddenly your walking a whole diffrent path wheather you mean to or not.

You had blocked that out as well, when your vision had been blurred, the lines turned askew. As many seemed to do as a coping mechanism.

Maybe it started at your first betrayal mabey at your last. Mabey it was when your mother died or the conversation you had had with her just before her health went downhill for the final time.

The conversation that would never leave your mind no matter how much you wanted it to.

The day when your mother had taken a turn for the worst in the hospital and you knew the end was near.

That day when the rest of your astranged family all gathered in the hospital as you peered at them from around the corner of one of the white hospital walls.

Those two siblings that you had never before met and their grandfather who knew of your existence and often sent you small presents on your birthday or get well wishes through shin whenever you fell ill but who you had never personally met either.

And shin stood in the middle of them all as you peered around the corner at him hoping he would spot you as you had come looking for him.

The news had just been shared. Your mother was dead and they were just about to go into the room to see her lifeless body laid out on the hospital bed where she spent the last years of her life.

You had yet to see her but you had been with her when she had taken a turn for the worst.

You were the one who alerted the nurses and made the call to your older brother about what had happened before the hospital could.

You had yet to see her lifeless body but you didnt want to, you couldnt, not when you had been the last one to see her alive.

You could hear the crying of a young girl from inside the room and you watched as a moment later a blond haired boy who looked much around your own age stormed out of it and veered towards the staircase before decending down them.

That must have been shins younger brother. The one who was so hung up on the idea of being strong. You wondered then what his idea of strength was. If he could cry without restraint in a house where he didnt have to be strong to survive. When he could rely on other people, the people around him, his loved ones and the ones who loved him back and if he couldnt than his only barrier was himself.

Like yours was, like your is.

Although you hadnt started to build barriers around your heart until a while later.

But you already know how that part of the story goes.

A minute later shin also came out of the room. His head turned in all directions around the hall. He was probably looking for his younger brother who had left the room a little while before him, you had thought at that time.

And mabey he was or mabey he was really looking for you. You didnt know and you didnt want to find out so that if the answer was one you didnt like you wouldnt have to bury your feelings once again like you always did for those around you. For the sake of happiness for everyone else even at the cost of your own.

"He went that way" you said as you pointed a small finger in the direction of the stairs in which Manjiro, Shins younger brother had decended.

Shin had stopped when you said that. You expected him to turn and go in the direction you had pointed to, to follow and console his brother but he only stared at you.

You had stayed in your position hiding behind the corner of the hospital wall when you had spoken, only showing half of your body. Shin started to slowly walk over to you and you backed behind the wall more. So that you would both not be seen together if anyone were to leave your mothers room and venture into the hall or if his brother were to walk back up the stairs that also led to it.

He turned the corner to follow you and now with you both behind the wall he was standing in front of you as you both stared at each other neither knowing what to say.

What could he say in this situation. He didnt know. He was the adult. Ten years older than you who was only two months older than Emma. Making you thirteen months younger than Mikey. You were still a child and you had just lost your mother.

The only parent you had and the only other person you had with you all your life other than him. What could he possibly say except...

"Im sorry" he murmured as his voice cracked holding back tears.

"I'm so, so sorry" he repeated as he knelt down on the hard white tiles of the hospital floor in front of you and wrapped his arms around your much smaller body.

You could do nothing more than stay still as he hugged you. It hit you then. Your mother was really dead this time. There was no going back from here.

You couldnt move. You couldnt cry. You couldnt think.

It was a rush of everything and nothing all at once.

So you just let him hold you.

You let yourself rely on him.

And that was the worst mistake you could have made.

But you couldnt stop yourself.

And in that moment you didnt want to stop yourself.

Right then all you wanted was to fall into his warm embrace.

You wanted to soke in your amazing older brothers light and reminisce in all the memories you had with your mother that you would never have again and that you could never make more of.

But that embrace he gave you spoke to you.

It told you kind words.

Words that said 'its going to be alright'.

And just for a little while...you would let yourself believe that.

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eclipse-rain · 1 year

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TR; Yin and Yang:

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Summary: What would happen of there was another child of the sano family that no one knew about, not even mikey. A secret sibling who seemingly came from no where. One who looked alot like a ghost of the past long dead and buried.

Warnings; Slight manga spoilers?, Tense: You/Your, She/her pronouns, slight swearing, Plantonic/sfw - duh, Reader has a resembalance to mikeys mom and shinichiro

Part 2 •Part 3

Masterlist~

He remembered it vividly.

Those moments.

He remebered them all.

The image of his mother in a hospital bed.

His mother, the one who birthed him and his beloved older brother. The one who loved the two as well as their younger half sister emma.

His mother had loved his father very much. So much so that he was almost the only thing they ever talked about when he would go to visit her in the hospital. So much so that she loved his child who wasnt even her own.

Who wasnt her blood nor from her own womb but that didnt matter to her. She loved emma like she did her biological children.

Her children.

They were her children.

They were all her children.

You wondered if that included you.

If it had ever included you.

But you never knew and you never would know now that you stood in the freezing cold air with only one black umbrella held high above your head to keep the pelting rain from drenching your small frame.

Now that you stood at the back of your biological mothers funeral while you watched people walk up to pay their respects.

He nudged you forward, the man who held the umbrella above you, pushing you to start your journey up to the front.

Mabey it was weird that instead of focusing on the sadness of being headed to the place where you would say your final goodbyes to your mother you felt like you were walking the plank of a pirate ship.

You felt weird.

You felt exposed.

You felt like all the eyes in the room bore into you, like they could see who you were and what you were hiding.

You had inched your way about halfways up the aisle in the middle of the rows where people sat to the right and left of you when you felt a familiar hand on the top of your small back.

One that was familar to you but now felt slightly diffrent.

A strong hand that once held yours. Lifted you high and patted your head a million times. One you felt was reliable. One you could entrust everything to like the whole world revolved around this one hand that was held out just for you that you could fall back on anytime no matter what.

That hand now felt diffrent. It was weaker than it was before, it was tired, it was sad. There was no strength to its grip where it was placed on your back, like all the fight in it had finally run its course and had been washed away by the same rain that threatened to grow heavier outside the establishment.

The one who this hand belonged to guided you up to the place where your mothers picture was displayed in the center of seemingly a thousand white flowers.

You hesitated.

The lone flower in your small hands felt meager in comparison.

Noticing your reluctance the man cupped your hands in his and guided them to the place where your flower would rest by your mothers picture, his black hair falling in front of his face to hide his pained eyes in the process.

This was the last time you would see your mother, the only send off you could give her.

He was the same.

This time you both could do nothing more than accept defeat and cut your losses.

Because this had just about been the greatest loss either of you had faced yet.

You had lingered up there for too long. Lost in the few memories you had. All your thoughts swirled seeming to have too many and none at the same time.

You hated to think to much, it never did you any good.

But you couldnt stop yourself most of the time.

You hated to be seen.

You hated when you felt like people could see through you and into your heart and soul.

Like they could see past the barriers you put around them.

Thats why you probably felt more embarrassed than sad at your own mothers funeral.

Because she was someone who no one knew had any relation to you at all.

All except one person.

That one person who you could rely on.

Whos hands cupped yours, patted your head and guided you back down the middle of the aisle and out of the building.

Only a few moments had passed since you had been lead out of the establishment but you heard the two male voices not too far from you gradually rising.

'Those two are fighting arent they?' you thought flatly

The one who had brought you here, the one who held the umbrella, the one in the suit was fighting with the one who you relied upon, the one who rested a hand on your back in a comforting gesture, who was donned in a funeral garb and whos wet black hair stuck to his angered face because of the pelting rain.

The rain was belting down and you could still hear them shouting at each other through it.

Mabey they were shouting to be heard because the rain was so loud or mabey it was just the perfect cover. The perfect excuse for people to think that was the reason why they were shouting so angrily.

Trying to be heard.

It was something every person wanted.

But whether people then decided to listen in return was another matter and one you might never have the privilege of.

And you definitely would not if they were fighting about what you thought they were fighting about.

The rain splattered against the window on the car, where you had been sat, sheltered from the rain outside. You drew various shapes in the condensation that formed along it. You paused your drawing to watch two raindrops seemingly race each other to the bottom of the window.

You tried to guess which one would win. And you watched as they slowly made their way down, seeing the one you chose lose to the other.

"Hmn?" you made an interested sound having formed a thought on the matter

A bad sign?

Could that tell you something about what choice the two men outside were going to come to.

Make for you.

Make for your future.

'Thats dumb' you thought.

It wasnt a bad sign. It wasnt a sign at all. They were just bad feelings. It was just the bad feelings from your whole ordeal right now.

Your mothers death which in turn also ment the re-examination of your future. Of you and what to do with you.

Thats what they were disscusing, or rather, fighting about right now.

Where would you go? Who would you stay with? Grow up with?

It would shape your future, your life.

The choice had to be the correct one and even if it wasnt you, yourself, had no choice in the matter.

You who was still a child had no choice in the matter at all.

You had no choice and therefore you were forced to rely on the adults around you to make the correct choices for you.

The best ones. The ones that would give you the best future possible. The ones that wouldnt fuck you up the most.

But you specifically only relied on one person to do that for you after your mothers death.

Not the man in the suit but the one who donned the funeral garb. The only other person you could remember who was always kind to you and had always been by your side other than your mother.

Thats when you were pried from your thoughts as your eyes shifted to a blurry figure through the foggy window who seemed to be approching the car you were in.

It was that very same man.

The one in the funeral garb.

The only other person you could rely on, who was kind to you, who loved you, other than your mother.

Your older brother.

"Shin" you murmured in greeting and recognition, in a soft quiet voice, a voice that seemed unsure in itself of how it was feeling, that of a child who was lost and looking in this moment for something to cling onto for some solidarity and something in her life that would finally be permanent.

The only thing you had ever had close to that was your mother but even then you knew that someday your mother would leave you. Your mother who was always so sickly and frail looking, which couldnt be hidden even by her immense beauty.

Your mother was not something who would be permanent in your life, she was not someone who you could rely on to stay by your side and never leave you. To take care of you and not cause you any pain.

In fact it was quite the opposite.

It might sound cruel but you would be lying if you said you didnt feel the slightest bit realieved when she finally died.

Always being kept on the edge of your seat. Always being on the edge of that plank which you had started walking a long time ago, which now you could finally step off of to take the plunge into that despair, into that cold darkness that was almost like a refuge at this stage.

You didnt have to stay strong for her any longer. You could finally let go. Let go of your own emotions and despair and cry until you were comforted.

Comforted by a strong hand. One that could be relied upon, one that could protect you, one that you didnt have to be strong in front of.

That was why you felt even a slight bit of realief no matter how selfish that sounded.

The car door had been pried open and the soaking wet man in front of you made a gesture with his hand for you to scooch over.

You both sat there like that for a while in silence. You waited expectantly for his first words but you wouldnt push. You had learned not to push for more than you needed to survive at a young age.

And he was the only person you had every truly, fully relied on. You had no doubt that even if he made you wait years that the first words to come out of his mouth would reasure you of your future.

Yes. That was it.

He was just taking it all in as well.

He already has two younger siblings, even if they have their grandfather it would be hard to take you in as well.

But you were family.

You shared the same mother.

The same mother who was now a corpse that lay stone cold in a casket.

You had another older brother who you shared the same mother with as well, although you had never met him.

He was Shin's younger brother. Shin and your mother had told you about him. He was about ten years younger than shin, close enough to your age actually.

You wanted to live with Shin. You would be lying if you said you werent the slightest bit curious when he had told you about his younger siblings, your other siblings. You were even more intrigued when Shin had told you about his younger half sister.

Even if you and her were not related by blood, since you shared the same mother with your brothers while she shared the same father, that didnt matter. You thought having a sister would be fun and a younger one would be super cute.

So just say the word.

Say those words and im ready to start my new life. I'll try really hard to get along with them. I wont be bothersome. I wont take more than i need. I just need a palce to belong. Where i dont have to be strong all the time. To finally be able to rest.

When you live a life of uncertainty you never get to rest and when you have been living a life like that from a young age you never truly learn how to rest in the first place.

Constantly worried, constantly anxious.

Constant thoughts.

Ones you cant shut out or shut up.

Thoughts of a million diffrent scenario's. About everything. About life. About your future. About death.

But have somewhere you could finally belong, finally rest, and those thoughts might become quite, be silenced, be put at ease for the first time in your short but hard life.

Its not that you didnt love your mother, you loved her more than anything in this world. She was everything to you. Having Shinichiro made everything slightly more bareable though. With the help of your mothers reasurance you felt like even if she really did end up leaving you that you wouldnt be completely lost without her.

Before, you always had constant anxiety about what would happen to you if your mother ever did pass. It never really went away even after she reassured you but as you saw your mothers health declining when you were completely alone you started to spiral yourself.

Shin was your stabilizer.

Honestly, you knew your mother had other kids but you never thought about them much before Shinichiro made a point to tell you about them. And even when your mother would tell you tid-bits about them from time to time you only nodded along while doing something else and gave out the occasional response to show that you were listening to your mother.

You had always known Shinichiro though. He had always been just there. He had always been in your life. He was your constant. He had always been your big brother. Shinichiro really was a natural big brother. He was so easy to get along with, he was reliable and you felt like he understood you.

Understood you who had no one else in your life who you could talk to apart from your mother never mind confide in about your worries and mothers illness and how that might be affecting you and your mental well being.

You didnt really think much about your mothers other kids until one day your older brother asked you a certain question.

"What would you think about having other siblings?"

"Are you talking about moms other children?" You replied

"Yeah, my siblings. Yours too..." He continued "If you want them to be. Im sure they would love to have you as their sibling. Emma especially, she would go crazy for an older sister, im sure of it."

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You snapped out of your thoughts when you saw Shinichiros attention finally shift to you. He had been looking straight ahead ever since he got in the car as if in thought.

To be honest it hadnt even been that long since he had gotten in. It definitely had only been about a minute or two but the pounding of your heart in your chest blasted in your ears as if intensifying every second that passed by tenfold.

When his gaze shifted over to look at your small form you didnt miss the way his expression darkened slightly. He might have had a slight hesitance to look at you now and you could take a good guess as to why.

Even so, he continued to look you straight in the eye as he started to speak and never once did his eyes leave yours until the conversation between the two of you had ended.

You felt your heartbeat quicken in your ears as if your heart was trying to push more blood into them as you strained to hear the words that would be next to fall out of your older brothers mouth.

Your every hope and dream for your future relied on them, on him and you were just waiting to take your chance and run with it.

And run with it you would.

Well, you would have.

If the words that came out of his mouth were the ones you had expected to hear.

But you should have known by now. That there really was not a single soul you could truly rely on but yourself.

Oh...how hard it is to trust someone.

And how easy it is to have that trust betrayed.

Months and months of building up trust, mabey even longer depending on the person and then just like that, in a split second everything is thrown out the window.

Every hope. Every dream. And possibly every spec of trust you had left in your person.

That hand that you had relied upon, the one that had felt strong, well you were right earlier, it had grown weak.

Not in physical strength so to say, but in the capacity that the only words the man could muster while looking deep into your eyes as if also being able to see into your heart and soul in the process were...

"I'm sorry." He murmured in a voice that sounded so defeated, so heartbroken it would have tore at your own heart for him if you had not been in a situation where those words might as well be sentencing you

You stared at him blankly.

"I'm so, so sorry" he repeated

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You blanked out for a second after hearing those words, trying not to believe that you knew the meaning behind them.

But you knew that this time you couldnt run from them, you were cornered and there was no way out.

You felt frozen and then all at once you felt a rush jolt though your body, through every vein, every nerve.

A rush of panic.

One so strong it could have winded you as all the emotions you had been bottling up over the years, almost the whole span of your short fleeting life, burst out.

"It's because i look like her isnt it!"

You hadnt missed the way his expression had slightly darkened earlier when he had turned to look at you.

You were well aware of, even if you were many years younger, just how much you resembled your mother in many diffrent aspects.

"...what...No! Of course thats not w-" Shinichiro sounded as if he had been caught off guard and wasnt expecting such a question but let himself be cut off by the shear panic in your voice

"If its because i look like mother i can fix it! I can just cut and dye my hair! I can wear glasses and even get contacts, it'll be no problem really!" The surge of emotions making anything you thought in that moment that would help the situation go back in the right direction spilled out.

Of course that was not the true reason for the cause of Shinichiros words but the panic inducing thoughts of a child left no room for a proper explaination or interpretation of the meaning of his words or why they were being said.

Outside the car a streak of lightning flashed and soon after a loud crack of thunder was heard as the sky grew darker and the rain continued to poor even heavier.

Although, the two inside the car seemed as if they had not noticed anything that could call for even a split second break in their concentration over their current conversation.

That was until the man in the suit strode over to the car where you both were. He who had been standing just outside the funeral venue under the roof while holding his umbrella seemed to have thought that enough time had been had between the two of you for your older brother, to clear things up.

Not that he cared.

He didnt care if shinichiro had the time of day or not. Who was the one who had to take his annoying little sister away with him?

Shinichiro and his grandfather could fight for custody of you all they wanted but it was certain to say that at least now they were no where near going to be granted that.

His grandfather was far too elderly by now to take in another kid after already having custody of three. Shinichiro could try for custody but he had only just become an adult and was already helping his grandfather in keeping his two child siblings together with them so it was not likely to be granted.

CPS had not been keen on the idea of pushing two children onto their elderly guardian either.

This ment shinichiros younger brother and sister probably could have come close to being rehomed or sent to an orphanage as well if shinichiro hadnt become an adult recently and was working and earning money in a motorcycle shop. And also if theyre grandfather wasnt in good health and still earning money by working in his dojo.

The man with the umbrella didnt want to take you away from them, it really just ment more work for him so your presence really was just entirely bothersome for everyone involved.

And you knew that.

He was sure you knew that.

As long as you were alone with any other person besides your mother or shinchiro you wouldnt speak a word.

Not one.

No matter who talked to you or tried to get you to talk, be it adult or child.

Either you knew you were a nuscance or you were just trying to piss everyone who had to help you off.

Mabey it was both.

It probably was.

Well, he wondered if you would start talking to others now that you would be taken away from the only other person who you would respond to.

Though he didnt care about that either at least it would make his job the slightest bit easier, although he didnt know if it would make you any less annoying than you already were. Worst case scenario it could make you even more so.

All of this really just ment more paper work. More work. More time. More energy. More money.

Nothing that you had but everything that needed to be put in by other people just to raise you.

This you knew.

This was something that you were prevy to from a young age. Something you had often observed.

How everyone would be better off if you had never been born. How much easier life would have been for everyone.

Why were you born?

You didnt know.

Perhaps you would never know the answer to that question.

Well that was the last you saw of your older brother that awful day.

A fleeting and blurry image of his drenched form standing in the rain in the rear view mirror. Donned in his funaral garb watching you go as the black car pulled away with you in the back seat.

Did you get a proper goodbye?

No.

When would you see him again?

You didnt know.

Do you remember what the last thing he said to you was.

Also no.

You had basically blanked out almost straight after those first words he had uttered to you in that car left his lips.

But you did remember one thing.

The way his eyes never left yours.

The way tears pooled in them before they began to fall as you had yet to see him do at his own mothers funeral.

The way he clutched your shoulders as if holding on tighter ment he wouldnt have to let you go.

He was there through his mothers pregnancy and birth of you, his younger sister, like he was for his younger brothers.

He was the first to hold you aside from his mother and imagined what it would be like for you and manjiro to grow up beside each other.

But of course that never happened.

He didnt really remember how everything went to shit. How you ended up being separated from the rest of them. Just passing flashes here and there.

Neither did you. That was one thing you both had in common.

Blocking things out, wheather it was subconsciously or not.

And soon enough you found yourself walking up that aisle again.

The aisle where no one knew you.

Only this time you were saying a final goodbye to your older brother instead.

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Fwel Tsaheylu (Broken Bond) Part 3

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Part 1 •Part 2 •Part 4

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I sat across from my father in silence. We kneeled on the plush matt that was spred out on the floor of the tent. Everyone else had vacated the tent and now just the two of us were left alone.

He had come to talk to me like he had said he would earlier. I knew he would, he never said anything he didnt mean. I knew he would come eventually, it was enevitable but that didnt mean a small part of me still hoped that maybe he wouldnt end up coming after all.

That he might magically forget. That maybe my connection to eywa would suddenly grow stronger after all these years and she would help me get out of this situation.

Or at least give me some advice.

Of course it was sort of her fault i felt like this and was in this situation in the first place. But you cant really blame a God. Thats just how it works i suppose, but people tend to blame the supernatural, the metaphysical, and even those around them when they really cant blame anyone else but themsleves.

They just cant shoulder the weight of that responsibility, that truth themselves. They cant take it head on, cant look it straight in the face or they could end up seeing the darkest parts of themselves that they try to hide from even themselves.

I tried not to figit out of nervousness as i had taught myself to do. I looked at the floor instead, avoiding eye contact. Its not that i disliked my father, its not that i resented him or was scared of him. Its just that i was scared that he could find out about what was happening to me. I didnt want to let him down, i wanted to live up to his and my mothers expectations of me. Its all ive wanted since i was a child, since my eyes were opened.

Was that it? Was that what it was?

That felt wrong somehow. I couldnt put my finger exactly on why but it felt wrong. There was something else. It was right that i wanted to live up to their expectations but there was a better way of putting it that i was forgetting. Something that from the moment my eyes were opened to the real world i felt it could slip away if i didnt hide away the flawed part of myself.

Ah, yes. That was it.

That thing that i desperately yearned to keep.

I tried to keep it locked down and in place almost begging it not to find a way to run from the grasp i still had on it. The grasp i had since my eyes were opened, i would not let go of it now. It was too late, i was far too used to living like this and i was far from being able to remember what it felt like before i had taken precautions to keep it.

Yes, I would not let my parents love slip away from me for any reason. Nor my siblings love. Anyone else didnt matter. As long as i had my family and their love, my future was set in stone. The future that had them in it, the future that i yearned to keep and not let go of would be protected. I would protect it and i would protect them.

No matter what i had to do or who i had to take down in the process. Even if that ment i also had to take that flawed part of me, the human part down as well.

"We should talk" father finally spoke up

I nodded.

A spike of anxiety raised inside of me at his words, going all the way up to clench around my throat and i felt like i would choke on any words that tried to leave my mouth.

What would his next words be? Would he ask about why i was on the battlefield? Would he get angry at me and ask why i disobeyed his direct orders? I didnt think i could take him being angry at me. I started to recline back into myself once again at the thought.

He must have known that i would do that extact thing because his next words took me a moment to register after their being said.

"-But, somehow i dont think thats going to work." He continued.

Like i did earlier, when i realised i was left out of his rant to my brothers, i raised my head up to look at him in confusion once again.

"I didnt come here just to question you and for you to give me a bunch of excuses about what happened out there." He went on "I already know that you of all people wouldnt do something that stupid if you could help it."

I felt like a weight had immediately been lifted off my shoulders.

"Although the same could not be said for your twin" i heard him mutter under his breath

I was relieved at his words, letting out a secret sigh i felt more comfortable than i had the minute prior. Although having said that i should have known from my experience earlier in the day that my relief was usually short lived. This was because his next words made that feeling almost vanish completely.

"Your brothers should have kept a better eye on you"

'Well, yeah. Duh.' My inner voice almost said aloud for me

Thats their job as my older brothers, a fact our father had made sure was well known to the two as we were brought up. But i felt urked at the fact that the whole point i had been trying to get across for so long had seemingly just been thrown out the window in one fell swoop at my fathers last words.

"I dont need to be helped everytime one little thing goes wrong" i finally said my first words to him since we entered the tent. Words that perhaps might have sounded rather headstrong to my father but at that moment my tone had been tuned out to my own ears.

"Little?" He said taken aback slightly, sounding almost offended "You think leaving their younger sister in the middle of a battle, whatever the circumstances, is a little thing?"

'They had their reasons' i thought.

Neteyam had to go after Lo'ak and Lo'ak...well. He just wanted to live up to fathers expectations like the rest of us, in his own way.

I understood, i did. But having said that i also understood where my father was coming from. It had still been dangerous. Especially if instead of it being me out there it had been Kiri or even Tuk. They would probably not have been able to handle the situation as well as i did. They could have gotten way more injured than i did as well.

I realised just then that thats how father must also see me. He must see me like how i see Kiri and Tuk. Granted i have not really ever had much of a chance to prove myself to him. To prove that i can handle and take care of myself. I thought that mabey if he could look past the bad stuff that happened then today might show him that i could do that. That i could stay focused in crisis and that i was able to handle myself out there.

Then his next words ignited something in me. They sent shivers down my spine. Maybe of realisation, maybe of slight shock, maybe both, but never the less they chilled me to the bone. They changed my out look on this whole situation, this whole point in the conversation, completely.

"Would you do that to your own little sisters if you were in your brothers places. Would you leave Kiri or Tuk in the middle of a battle."

'Oh?'

'Oh.'

'This is what he was trying to get at.' I thought

I had paused for a moment as realisation dawned on me but i quickly had my answer. I did not even have to think about what i was going to say before the words left my mouth. It was mearly an instinctual answer to his question.

"No." I replied

As i said that, stated my fact, a sudden look passed over my face. One that was clearly noticeable, recognisable even, to my father but a look such that if described to myself by another person, i nevertheless wouldnt have ever thought of such a look donning my own features.

My eyes held a ferocious gleem and my eyes seemed much sharper in shape than before as i looked up at my fathers taller frame from where i was kneeling.

"No matter the circumstance, in that situation i would not leave their side for even a moment"

Father never once broke eye contact with me since he had asked his question, one of utmost importance. After hearing my answer he then gave me his signature smirk like he had been expecting it.

"Follow me."

(Change of Pov : Jakes Pov)

The tent was left empty as i urged Y/n to follow me. We both left and headed into the forest.

The sky was darkening as eclispe loomed in. The bioluminecent foliage of the forest was brightly lit as it was every eclipse. Donned with multiple diffrent colors that made me feel like i was just seeing them again for the first time as we walked under the canapy and around the trees.

Y/n trailed behind me. We used to walk together down this path lots of times when she was younger. It was the path we took each time we went on a walk in the forest hand in hand. I wondered when we stopped doing that.

Had she decided she didnt want to go anymore as she had gotten older? Or did i not have enough time on my hands to keep going with her? I couldnt remember, mabey it was both, mabey it was neither. Mabey we simply grew out of it like how we had grown apart.

'Time waits for no one.' An old human saying, but one that seemed to fit the situation nevertheless.

She probably knew where we were going as well. She might think i was bringing her on a trip down memory lane. I wish i knew if she was. I couldnt tell what she was thinking anymore. And i hated that. I didnt need to know everything, she was her own person but i wished she relied on me. Not even like how she used to as a child but at least somewhat.

Like how she could share with me if ever she had a problem or burden too heavy to carry. I didnt want to drift away from her more than i already had. I felt like i was losing her and that terrified me.

Wait. Was it a boy? Oh god what if she has been secretly meeting with a boy. What if they tell me they want to mate with each other? What if they already have?

No.

Shes far too young for that and has never shown any intrest in any of the boys in the clan openly up until now. Then again when did Y/n ever show her feelings openly to anyone anymore.

I couldnt lose my babygirl if i did then i wouldnt have a reason to fight, to go on. And i especially wouldnt lose her this early on in life to some love intrest. I never had to worry about this kind of thing before.

Tuk is far too young to even have a notion about the prospect of love, spending her days chasing her older siblings and foraging in the forest. Kiri who is only a little bit younger than Y/n and Lo'ak has never even showed intrest in any boys in general. I pretty much doubt other than Spider and her brothers she would go anywhere near boys with a ten foot pole.

She would much rather chase her best friend Spider through the forest and down to the old lab to learn and watch videos of Grace, would probably sooner jump off her ikran a thousand feet in the air too.

No, wait, thats not the point of this. Instead of focusing on the possibility of a non existant secret partner that my eldest daughter had, i ought to keep my mind on the task at hand.

But Y/n was the eldest of our daughters and she was even more mature than Lo'ak. Honestly sometimes i wondered if we ever accidentally switched them at birth and Y/n was actually born before Lo'ak instead of the other way around. She always acted like the older sibling. Not just to her younger sisters but often times to Lo'ak as well. Im not sure of Lo'ak ever noticed this and i wondered what he thought about it.

Instead of taking her deeper into the forest i took her to a place that all the na'vi in the clan know of.

The tree of souls.

I could not know what Y/n was thinking or feeling and if she did not want to tell me i would not push her on it but that didnt mean i couldnt still help her. Just because i didnt know what was going on inside her head was no excuse for me not to still be there for her as her father.

If i couldnt talk to her and she didnt want to confide in anyone else either, there was always someone that she could put her trust in. Someone who would keep her secrets and help her, help her to find the right path on her journey. Someone who i could put my own faith in to help my daughter in any time of need for her.

Eywa.

The Great Mother of all the na'vi in Pandora and of all the people in the clan.

I was sure that if no one else could help her Eywa would, like she did for me all this time, like she had done for me even before i became one of the people and like she did for so many others.

We walked up to the tree of souls and the memory of when i carried Grace on the same path resurfaced in my memory. It was a memory that i tried to bury my feelings of but never once i wished to vanish, in fear that i might forget her completely with the passing of time. Although that could never be the case even if i did bury all the memories i had of her, as i saw her every day in the face of my second daughter.

I saw her in Kiri.

It was a distinguishable trait she alone shared with her birth mother. The two looked so alike it was almost scary. Im sure Neytiri who was also Kiris mother and who had Grace as her teacher for many years also had thoughts along the same line as me.

I pushed those memories aside as we found ourselves at the top of the path. We now stood at the base of the tree of souls. I looked down and remembered the ceremony to transfer my conciousness and tried not to think of our failed attempt on Graces body which had grown too weak at the time.

I remebered how i prayed before our final battle even knowing that there was nothing she could do, that she only kept the balance of life. But then again i recalled how she had answered those same prayers at the time we were most in need.

She had heard me.

Now i just hoped she could do the same for my daughter.

I felt Y/n looking at me once again with a questioning gaze. I looked over at her hoping she would share her thought, and that she did.

"Why did we come here?" She questioned with no noticable tone to her voice, a flat voice that seemed to be holding back thoughts and feelings from even its own tone

"Because 'here' is a place where you can find comfort and peace if nowhere else" i answered in a simple manner

(Change of Pov : Y/n Pov)

I felt confused by the words that left my fathers mouth.

What did that mean?

What did he mean?

I had a theory of why we were here and what he ment but i hoped i was wrong. I felt slightly uneasy about the whole situation. About being alone in front of the tree of souls with only my father present and at my side. I had steeled my voice and resolve once again so as not to make any of this, my feelings, noticeable to him.

Mostly because i was afraid that something might happen. That something might happen with Eywa. I wasnt sure what might happen but that didnt stop me from worrying any less.

Mabey it was because it was so soon after my bond with my ikran failed to work earlier in the day but it was like a gut feeling. And as a na'vi your always told to trust your gut feelings, your instincts. They're what keep you alive above all else in the forest, in a hunt, so that you do not become prey rather than predator.

But what was i ment to do in this situation?

Run away and prentend i wasnt feeling well or something like that? That sounded like a bunch of bullsh*t to me and it was my idea.

No, this was the the nerves from my scare with my ikran earlier talking.

I was before Eywa right now. The Great Mother and mother to all the navi people on pandora.

Including me...right?

I pushed my unease aside and focused in on my fathers next words after i had given him a slightly confused look because of his last.

"What i mean is-" he continued "I dont want to push you to talk to me or your mom or anyone else if you dont want to"

Oh great, so he did know something was up.

I thought i was so good at hiding everything but apparently not.

Could they see through me this whole time and had just never said anything, letting me live in my own delusion?

"I know you dont like to talk to us much but even if you feel like you cant talk to anyone else, there will always be someone to rely on right here for you at all times" he said looking towards Eywa at the last part.

Okay so mabey he didnt know.

Mabey i was actually good at acting and they were in fact clueless that i had a problem.

Well a problem with Eywa at least.

A very big problem.

I guess they wouldnt be my parents unless they were able to pick up on me acting weirder than usual or something like that, even if they couldnt understand the reason for it.

I watched as my father grabbed his que and held it out towards the tree of souls to make the bond. As he made tsaheylu with the tree of souls he slowly closed his eyes to fully feel her.

To feel Eywa.

He wanted me to do the same.

He was showing me what to do. How i could confide in eywa and how she would be able to guide me and give me peace through our bond.

As a God and a na'vi.

As a mother and her child.

But all i felt was dread.

I slowly minicked my fathers movements as the feeling in my gut refused to dissipate no matter how hard i tried to push it down. It continued to rise higher and would soon boil over.

All it would take for that to happen would be if my fears were realised. If they came to fruition.

But that wouldnt happen right? How could that happen?

It was just a feeling that something bad would happen.

Just a gut feeling.

So there was no way that-

I watched the place where our bond met, with wide eyes, and saw all the color from that area drain away.

Slowly but surely the bioluminecent white glow that the tree of souls produced faded to a dark grey color. Like her magic, eywas magic, had been stripped away from that section.

That feeling finally overflowed inside of me and panic rose up in its place, finally being able to wrap itself around my heart and throat.

I yanked my que away from the tree of souls in one harsh movement, stumbling backwards.

I felt like i couldnt breath.

Not from whatever physically was happening with eywa and my tsaheylu but because of the panic i was feeling over it.

But then again, i wonder why the first thing i thought of then, when i saw something that had never happened to me before, something that was the scariest thing that could ever happen to me, was if my father had seen what had happened.

The first thing i thought of was to hide.

To hide my mistake. To hide my imperfection.

Why?

I could have just asked for help.

Why couldnt i just do that?

I was scared by what was happening. I had never heard of this happening to someone else before. This wasnt supposed to happen.

Like with my ikran, i couldnt feel my connection to eywa anymore.

I couldnt feel her.

What was making this happen? What was it? I needed to know so i could fix it.

If i could figure it out than i could solve the problem on my own and no one had to be any the wiser.

On my own?

Why cant i just ask for help?

What was making me want to hide this away?

Just speak up, say something is wrong!

But what will happen if i do?

What will they're reactions be?

And then an image flashed through my head.

It only lasted for a quarter of a second but it was so strikingly clear that it pierced my heart and my soul deeply enough for all other thoughts in my mind at the time to vanish completely.

It was my mother.

The eyes of my mother and the look she gave to the child that was not her own. The child she would not accept, the human child.

The look she gave him as they all played and i had secluded myself to a spot to watch them all from afar. And if that gaze were to turn only a little ways to her right it would fall upon myself.

I dreaded to think how i would react under such a gaze. Because i knew whatever i did i would never recover from that gaze being landed upon myself.

That memory had made my mind somewhat clearer, clear enough to cheak on the person who was standing next to me. Another person i did not want to let down, the person who had brought me to the tree of souls.

He didnt see thankfully.

My father.

He didnt see what had happened with my bond and the tree of souls.

His eyes were still closed. I could assume he was still finding comfort within Eywa. I falter as to what to do for a moment but i soon realised that if he were to open his eyes and see me standing there without forming tsaheylu he could start to ask questions. He could question about if i had already done it or as to why i had stopped.

He might even have me do it again in front of him and than he would see everything that i tried to hide. So i did the only other thing i could think of.

I left.

I ran.

Like a coward.

But even through all the bad emotions that swirled inside my heart there was a certain warmth that blossomed even so in a little corner of it.

Lighting the path to somewhere, some place i hadnt been in a while.

That light, that warmth blossomed in the realisation of him trying his best, trying to understand the best he could and help without pushing boundaries.

My father.

My dad.

God.

How long had it been since i had called him that?

I didnt know when or why i had stopped. I couldnt remember.

It was like the same as when i stopped holding his hand whenever the two of us walked side by side.

It was something that i could recall vividly but like my memories of stargazing with kiri that warmth in my heart had started to feel a little bitter when i realised something else.

He was trying his best.

He was trying his best and i knew that.

But i left anyway...

But i had to leave.

No.

I needed to leave.

So why did it, the thought, make me have such a bitter feeling when i knew i didnt do anything wrong?

Oh.

Guilt.

That was it.

Thats what i was feeling.

I felt guilty.

Really guilty.

But i didnt even want to try and make it go away by telling myself a bunch of diffrent excuses this time.

I was just too tired.

And i wanted to rest. But i never truly could.

Not since a long time ago.

I could only let myself rest enough for my emotions to beat me down farther. All the while repeatedly wondering how i could keep going when i only felt like i wanted nothing more than to let those emotions eat me to death along with my problems.

With my worries and my fears.

Soon enough, that slight warming light, a small spark that had been ignited by despiration, like that of a hunter lost in the woods in the freezing eclipse trying to build a bigger fire from it to keep warm, blew out, as most things did with time, and so did the slight hope i felt came with it.

~~~

Before i knew it my world had shifted once more. I was torn from my home. My friends, my clan and my grandmother.

I hadnt talked to my father properly since leaving him at the tree of souls. I couldnt know what his thought process was but he hadnt tried to talk about it with me so i assumed he wanted to give me my space or something along those lines.

Even so, it hurt me to see my father give up his title, his clan to whom he was like the big brother of. But i think it hurt my mother the most. She who was entrusted by her own father to watch over her people.

I eavesdropped on my parents for far longer than any of my siblings. Even after they had all departed, with Tuk being hauled off by Neteyam to distract her with some fish hunting. And Kiri and Lo'ak who left together not long after in perfect synch with each other mumbling in hushed voices about what they had overheard.

I stayed there.

Not even completely listening to the conversation at that point after they had all left.

I stayed there. Just to be there.

Because i felt like i had to. I had to see this out. See where it would lead us.

Our family.

Me.

But i never expected it would lead us so far away.

The journey was rough and treacherous. We would fly for hours at a time to make as much progress as we could when the weather was good and to get as far away from our home as fast as possible for their safety.

I was used to the long and constant amounts of flying. Honestly i think i might have been more fine with it than my parents. I would frequently fly my ikran in no particular direction for long amounts of time back home just to be by myself for a while.

Just me and my thoughts.

They were always too loud at night in the silence, my thoughts, and i always went into the forest to distract myself from them.

To clear my head i said.

But it was really only a distraction from being alone with my thoughts.

Up here i couldnt run away.

Not from myself and not from my thoughts. The ones i couldnt bare to face because if i thought about them for too long the feeling of despare grew and i felt the weight of the world on my shoulders.

I felt trapped under it like it would crush me if i fell too far down the rabbit hole into my despare. And thats why i always ran away. But up there i had time to come to the conclusion that one day, wheather it would be in a few minutes or many years, there would be a moment where i couldnt run away and i would have to face everything head on.

For the first and possibly the last time, where ever that would lead me to, i knew it would be a deciding factor in which direction my future went in, in which path i would end up walking down.

~~~

The journey came with every diffrent type of struggle. From the lack of food to having to fly in horrendous weather with the rain being so heavy that at times it was hard to see your hand in front of your face.

But we powered through it.

Like we always do.

Like we had to do.

There was always a choice but giving up wasnt one of them, it wasnt something the Sully family knew of.

Failure.

It was a foreign concept and not one to be taken lightly.

Especially not when our lives are on the line.

Tuk still being a child was restless most of the time. She often switched to sit with Neteyam and i when she would not be siting with our mother.

I think she saw Neteyam and i as somewhat like our parents. In the way that if father was not there she would go to Neteyam and if mother was not there she would go to me. She saw us as her next saftey net, people to be relied upon.

The eldest brother and the eldest sister. The two who held responsibility and this was how it was shown. Shown when tuk fell asleep snuggled up against my chest as we flew, after she had been restless most of the day while flying with mother who needed a break.

By her request, i would sing to her softly the way my mother had always done for my other siblings and i when we were children. The way she had done when she prayed or after she and our father had told us stories about their past.

Like the great warriors of our clan who came before our time like the Toruk Macto before our father or Tsu'tey who had fought bravely in the battle against the humans and died an honorable death in the process.

Or about how they first met, how my dad had come from a star and how he became the last Toruk Macto.

The responsibility i held was also show when Tuk clung tightly to the cloke that i wore. The one which i draped over her to protect from the harsh winds and belting rain. Keeping her body not an inch separate from mine as we swayed harshly left and right to avoid rock formations and cliff faces we could barely make out ahead of us.

Or when the day was warm and calm were the winds as we glided smoothly along, Tuk being happily occupied by making little bracelets for us all from scraps of fabric and flowers she had scavenged. Letting me rebraid her hair in the process, the way my mother had taught me to before when she had braided my brothers and my hair when we were kids.

All these little things added up to trust, how much she trusted and loved me.

And that was all worth fighting for.

All worth the battle.

My internal one and any other that would face us in the future, as we were chased far from the home we once knew.

☆☆☆

The absolute gall my writing block has clearing up when my mid-term just finished is astronomical.

Updates will probably be pretty infrequent from now on sorry.

Anyway, not me deciding wheather or not to kill off Neteyam and have you guys suffer or have Kiri pull some voodoo eywa sh*t and revive him while writing this 😋🤭

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