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f!reader x vinsmoke sanji (op)

tw: nsfw + non-con + chikan + public sex + breeding + stalking + voyeurism 18+ MINORS DNI

word count: 1.4k

a/n: Shhh I know this is late + I know I said every Friday (sorry!). Anyway, our man Sanji will never violate a woman but in this modern AU Kinktober #3 fic, he just can’t help himself. As usual, don’t read if you’re uncomfortable with this! Thanks for all the support and hoped you guys have a great Kinktober.

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00:27

Checking your wristwatch, you heaved a sigh of relief. You had made it to the station to catch the last train home with a few minutes to spare. Usually, you wouldn’t have left the office after midnight, always having to squeeze in between all sorts of nasty and inconsiderate people during the rush hour. If it wasn’t for your idiot boss who dumped a stack of last-minute paperwork on your desk, leaving you no choice but to work unpaid overtime, you would’ve been in bed by now, all snuggled and ready to get some sleep before your alarm rang promptly at six a.m. You needed to quit your job fast, and you were tempted to write your resignation letter as soon as you got home. Your mood further soured when the sudden gust of wind made you shiver. In your haste to leave, you had forgotten to wear your jacket left hanging on your chair, and your short pencil skirt wasn’t helping much. You knew you should’ve worn pants.

Your eyes wandered around the station platform, noticing a few others waiting while glued to their devices. No one stood out, but the same uneasy feeling returned. It was as if someone was watching you from afar. This had been going on for two weeks, at the same station every time you got off work. You had confided in a trusted friend, but that was it. There wasn’t any evidence that someone was watching you, and even if they did, you couldn’t report them to the police for staring. Reaching into your shoulder bag, you pulled out your phone and pretended to text. It was dead, and you didn’t have a portable charger. Hopefully, you won’t need your phone. With the train approaching, you shook it off and took a deep breath. There was no use overthinking; you were probably imagining things from being tired and paranoid.

Stepping into the nearly empty train carriage, you decided to stand near the opposite doors and watch the moving skyline, hoping it would calm you down. It did, for a little while, until you felt stray hands lightly touching your hips. Shit, shit, shit, why did you let your guard down? Alarmed and tensed up, you tried to push the hands away, only for them to snake around your waist, holding you tighter. You caught a whiff of strong cologne and cigarette smoke from the body pressed against yours.

“Finally, I was worried I didn’t see you today. You didn’t tell me you were getting off work this late. It’s not safe, darling,” a male voice whispered.

You timidly looked at the reflection in the windows. The male, his blond hair covering the right side of his face, was much taller than you and dressed elegantly in a black, double-breasted suit with a pinstripe shirt underneath. He was handsome and a hundred per cent your type; you would’ve easily said yes to a date with him. However, his eyes were glazed with nothing but lust. There was no denying he was your stalker, and you needed to get yourself out of there.

“Let go of me,” you demanded, but your voice sounded small over the sounds of the moving vehicle running along the tracks.

He let out a chuckle. Letting you go would be the last thing he’d ever do. He had been waiting to get you for so long — the endless nights he spent thinking about you, dreaming of having you in his arms. He knew he had to have you the minute he laid eyes on you.

“You look so pretty today, wearing a little skirt like this. You really do know what I like, hmm?”

His right hand slid between your thighs, spreading them open and then caressing you slowly. You frantically tried to squirm out of his grasp but to no avail while trying to get the attention of someone else who could help you. However, the only other passenger was at the far end of the carriage, sleeping in his seat with headphones on, his heavy metal music on blast. You felt helpless as he continued to hike your skirt further up, his fingers running along your clothed slit. You were wet, though you’d never thought you’d be. Shaking your head in raw panic and denial, you begged him to stop as tears began to prick the corner of your eyes.

“Shh, hey, no crying now. Just relax for me and listen to your body,” he coaxed, pushing your panties to the side. “I’ll make you feel good. Promise you that.”

You bit your bottom lip, not wanting to give him the satisfaction of entertaining him. However, at the first feel of his long fingers dipping inside you, you arched your back involuntarily, and a sweet little cry escaped your parted lips. God, you were so intoxicating. He thought it was the most beautiful sound he had ever heard. His fingers moved in and out rapidly, wanting to see you come undone before him. Unable to hide his impatience, his other hand practically ripped the top buttons off your blouse before unclasping your bra to fondle your breast. He softly sucked on your nape while his fingers pinched and twisted your sensitive nipple, bringing you to the edge and back. You could barely register anything, the overwhelming euphoria beginning to fog your mind. This man was violating you, yet you enjoyed it, willingly submitting to him.

“You don’t know what you’re doing to me- Shit, I can’t take it any longer. I need you. I need to feel you.”

He took his fingers out of you, leaving you empty for a brief second before his thick cock sunk inside you. He had been so excited that he had forgotten to use the condom he had brought in his trousers pocket. You screamed out in pain and pleasure, eyes rolling to the back of your head. He was too big for you, but he assured you with endless praises and kisses that you could take him. All you could do was press your palms onto the windows for support, legs trembling and your walls clenching tightly around him as he drove hard and fast into you. Deep, guttural groans filled your ears while his fingers circled your clit skilfully.

“Sanji,” he said suddenly, starting to pant. He was reaching his limit, and he knew you were too. “Fuck, darling, need you to moan my name.”

He flipped you around, clumsily pulling down your panties before hoisting you up, your bag falling to the floor. His pace remained unrelenting, and you instinctively wrapped your arms and legs around him, needing to feel closer to him. Pleasantly surprised that you had kissed him first, Sanji returned your kisses with more passion and hunger. And then, you shamelessly cried his name as you both orgasmed, his cock pulsing within your walls as his warm seed filled you up completely. He stayed inside you for a good minute, ensuring his cum wouldn’t spill out before helping you wear your stained panties. He then removed his blazer, letting you wear it to cover up your body.

“I don't want to let you go, but that’s all the time we have,” Sanji said, reaching to caress your cheek. “I’ll be seeing you tomorrow at five. Don’t be late again. All right, darling?”

You hadn’t realised that you were almost reaching your stop and that the man in the carriage had woken up long ago, no longer listening to his music. Looking up at the blonde, you found yourself nodding obediently, not knowing what else to say or do. Did you really want to see him again? And were you actually looking forward to the next meeting?

There was a brief automated announcement, and the train doors opened. Giving you a peck on the cheek, Sanji wished you good night and a safe trip home before handing you your bag and gently pushing you out. You awkwardly stayed on the platform, adjusting your clothes as you watched the train leave and disappear into the night. The ache wouldn’t go away no matter how much you tried to ignore it, and you hated yourself for that. Your mind was hazy, but the answer was clear: you wanted him.

Back on the train, the satisfied Sanji plopped himself in the seat next to the other passenger with a loud sigh, unable to get you off his mind. Perhaps he should’ve followed you home after all.

“She’s that good, huh?” the other man asked, interrupting his thoughts.

“Yeah, I told you she’s perfect. I bet you enjoyed the show, jerking off to how cute she sounds. She’s irresistible and so needy. She’ll be begging for more, I’m sure of it.”

The man shrugged. “Well, I guess I’ll see for myself how good she takes my cock tomorrow.”

“Don’t get me wrong, Marimo,” Sanji laughed dangerously, barely suppressing his anger. “I’m not planning on sharing what’s mine.”

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Kannazuki no Miko: Hell (Fanfiction)

(CW: Suicidal Thoughts and Suicide)

(Disclaimer: Kannazuki no Miko or Destiny of the Shrine Maiden is copyrighted and owned by the manga team Kaishaku, Kadokawa, Shounen Ace, TNK and is currently licensed to Sentai Filmworks. This fanfiction is not intended to infringe upon these rights and is created solely for entertainment purposes. No monetary gain is being made from this work. Please support the official release.)

Hell

The seashell necklace. Himeko's seashell necklace. That day on the beach where she and Himeko shared that lovely moment together.

That's all it took.

That seashell necklace being cut away from Himeko's body was all it took for Chikane to become distracted enough and let down the mask of the Orochi Priestess she had adorned: the layer of deceit she wore to fool Himeko, Souma and everyone else. It had dropped to reveal a 16 year old girl.

Himeko threw her katana away from her, reached for Chikane's blade and thrusted it into herself. Chikane saw, frozen in the spot, watching her katana sink into Himeko's stomach.

"Himeko!" Chikane cried. It happened again. It had happened as it did in the vision Chikane saw and in numerous lifetimes past. Chikane had killed Himeko again and the blonde had been slumped down, and lying in a pool of her own blood. Chikane not only failed, she failed spectacularly. She couldn't even convince Himeko to kill her.

"What have I done?" Chikane held her katana to her neck. It was the only way to atone. It was the only way to make up for the horrible things Chikane did.

"It's okay, Chikane-chan," Himeko's bloodsoaked hand gently touched Chikane's wrist, causing the Lunar Priestess to lower it down. "I understood. I always understood."

Himeko, clutching her blood soaked stomach with her other hand, couldn't help but smile.

"You tried so hard for me to hate you, but I could never do that."

"You have to hate me," Chikane cried. "You have to kill me. You have to-"

"Shh…" Himeko cupped Chikane's face, her blood staining Chikane's face. "I forgive you, Chikane-chan. I'll always forgive you."

"A Priestess's Blood Has Been spilled. Now, she will remain here until the next cycle."

"No!" Chikane screamed. "Please, No! Not again! I can't leave you here. I have to- I have to-"

Chikane's words failed her. Where was the girl who spoke so eloquently and so clearly to the student body? Did that girl even exist? Was that all that a facade?

"So many people love you, Chikane-chan," Himeko chuckled, the ebb of life leaving her. "Mako-chan, Izumi-san, Otoha-san, even Oogami-kun. You make so many people happy by existing. I'm just a nobody. There's no reason for someone like me to take up space."

Chikane hated that horrible word: Nobody. Himeko might have been many things: clumsy, naive, shy, silly and even dense. But nobody? Hardly. Himeko lit up Chikane's world; she made everything seem brighter and more colorful by being in it. Not a nobody. And if Chikane ever saw Himeko's bullies again, she swore she would make them pay for having Himeko even consider that.

"That's not true!" Chikane's tears fell to her cheeks and onto the bloody Himeko. "You're so kind and gentle and sweet. I'm the ugly one. I have so many warts on my soul. You deserve to be happy. Oogami loves you. I love you."

"I'm sorry I hurt you so badly, Chikane-chan," Himeko cupped Chikane's face, her crimson red blood staining the Lunar Priestess' cheeks. "I said those careless things, said I loved Oogami-kun, while it was you all along. I'm sorry. If I were in your shoes, I would hate me as well."

"I should be the one apologizing," Chikane said. "I did all those horrible things so you could hate me. I tried to protect you and I couldn't even do that! I'm a failure. I'm a coward. I'm-"

Chikane felt Himeko's soft lips press against hers, her salty blood entering Chikane's mouth. Chikane's cheeks flushed as Himeko managed to silence her.

"We'll meet again in the next life," Himeko smiled and closed her eyes. "Please… forgive yourself…"

"No! I don't deserve to be forgiven! I did so many terrible things! I killed your friends. I raped you. I-"

Ame no Murakumo would not listen anymore.

"The time has come."

Chikane reached for Himeko but was dragged away by some invisible force. Every step became heavier m, every reach became further and Himeko was slipping further and further away.

"NOOOOOOOOOO!" Chikane screamed, seeing herself be dragged away from the Lunar Shrine as Himeko Kurusugawa was locked away, separate from her.

"Happy birthday, Oujo-sama!"

Chikane's vision and hearing refocused to see Otoha and all the other Himemiya maids bowing politely. Several of the maids behind her clapped while two used party poppers with brightly colored confetti coming out. She looked around as all of the female servants of the Himemiya family, dressed in their brown clothes and pristine white aprons smiled in celebration.

"Happy 16th birthday, Oujo-sama!" Otoha smiled, her hands clasped together in front of her. The Head Maidi carried herself with an air of quiet confidence. Her light brown hair, the color of sun-baked earth, tumbled down her shoulders in curly ringlets, each strand catching the light with a subtle sheen. Her eyes, the verdant green of a springtime forest, held a depth that hinted at a wisdom beyond her years. They sparkled with a quiet intelligence that peeked through the fringe of her lashes. Adorning her was a crisp white blouse, the sleeves starched and neatly folded at the wrists. A black bow, sharp and elegant, sat perched at the nape of her neck, drawing the eye to the clean lines of her uniform. Completing the ensemble was a ruffled apron, its pristine white a stark contrast against the deep black of the skirt. The uniform, though simple, seemed to move with her with a practiced grace, a testament to the pride she took in her duties.

Chikane sat there, in the elegant dining hall of the Himemiya estate, dressed in the Otachibana white-and-burgundy uniform complete with string tie, black tights, leg-o-mutton sleeves, as though today were another picturesque school day.

She looked at the nearby window, seeing her reflection as the perfect Himemiya daughter, her blue hair, held by her signature yellow hairband, neatly reaching down to her knees and her face clean and pure without so much as a smudge of dirt or blemish.

If it was just another birthday, she wouldn't have minded. If it was just another birthday, she would have carried on as usual. But it wasn't just another birthday. It was as though time had reversed itself days, if not weeks ago.

There was one problem: Chikane remembered everything. She remembered every emotion, every memory and everything she did.

And everyone she killed, Himeko included.

EVERYTHING. EVERYONE.

"What will you wear to your party tonight?" Otoha continued, walking over to set a warm plate of perfectly prepared salmon with shiitake mushrooms. "We never managed to make a decision regarding that. I asked you last night but you never came to a choice…"

To her, Otoha and the other maids waiting on her hand and foot were walking corpses she had killed, managing to come back to life to rub salt in the wound of her failure, her inability to prevent the inevitable. Had they been covered in blood, missing limbs and showing exposed internal organs or skeletal parts, it would have been far less horrifying than what Chikane saw them: picturesque images of a happy fantasy.

Himeko was dead and Chikane killed her.

Chikane looked at her right hand, holding a cupful of hot Earl Grey, when just moments, no, minutes ago, it was covered in warm red blood. Himeko's blood.

"No… no…" Chikane's voice quivered, letting the tea spill onto the floor without any care.

"Ojou-sama!" Otoha cried out, reaching for her hand while two other maids cleaned up the mess Chikane made. "Are you feeling well?"

This wasn't right. This was all wrong. Could she have miscalculated so badly? She had planned everything down. She had done everything to make Himeko hate her but Himeko refused to kill her

"Himeko…" Chikane thought to herself.

"Otoha, where is Himeko?" Chikane asked, standing up and looking the Head Maid straight in the eye.

Otoha couldn't have forgotten, could she?

"Excuse me?" The head maid narrowed her eyes, as though she never heard that name.

"Himeko, my classmate, my… my…" Chikane's whole body began to shudder.

"Ojou-sama?" Otoha replied. "I don't know who you're referring to."

The other maids began to turn and whisper to one another, expressing concern.

"Kurusugawa Himeko," Chikane managed to gasp. "She's my classmate: blonde with lavender eyes, she's the same age as me. She lived here, in this mansion. You… you served her Shiitake Mushrooms and she hated them!"

The maids began to mutter and whisper even more, hearing this.

"Ojou-sama, I assure you, that if I did know who this… Kurusugawa-san was, I would take the utmost care to prevent including any ingredients that would give her discomfort."

Now, the maids weren't even pretending to hide their gossip and rumors to themselves. The words "stressed" and "nervous" were spoken among them.

"Are you running a fever, Ojou-sama?" Otoha placed her hand on Chikane's forehead.

"Himeko is here!" Chikane slapped Otoha's hand away from her. "She's here and I can prove it. Himeko!"

The maids gasped as Chikane pushed past them and ran up the giant staircase. She burst into her bedroom, ignoring the clean windows, sunlight beaming into the room and the perfectly made large beds. Her blue eyes darted around to the nearby dresser.

"The photo album!" Chikane thought to herself. She remembered the sunny smile Himeko gave when Chikane gave it to her. Inside were pages upon pages that the two girls shared with each other. Inside, Chikane would find pictures of the blonde girl with amethyst eyes, right?

…Right?

Hesitantly, she opened the album and turned the page. Nothing. Blank. No photos. No Himeko.

"No… no…"

Frantically, Chikane flipped page after page of the photo album. Himeko wasn't in a single one. They were all blank. Empty. As if Himeko never existed.

"Where is she?" Chikane whispered. "Himeko, where are you?"

Chikane barely acknowledge the knock and opening of the door behind her. She could tell by the footsteps and clearing of the throat it was Otoha again.

"Ojou-sama, you're clearly unwell," Otoha said. "Clearly, I've upset you by mentioning your party dress. I apologize. I think it would be best if we postponed the celebration and you stayed at home from school."

"Of Course!" Chikane thought to herself, dread being swept away to hope.

"School!" Chikane gasped. "Himeko is at school. Ready the car, I have to get to school as soon as possible!"

Chikane turned around to see Otoha lock the door behind her and spread her arms out.

"Ojou-sama, I'm afraid I must insist," Otoha hid the key in one of her sleeves. "It's evident you are under some sort of panic attack and I will not let you leave this room until you calm down. I have already informed your parents of your… outburst and will prevent you from harming yourself."

Chikane glared at Otoha. She had killed Otoha as the Orochi Priestess and wasn't about to let something so minor from preventing her to see Himeko.

"You can't stop me, Otoha…" Chikane seethed.

"Ojou-sama, you're scaring all of us. Besides, you aren't going to be able to break down this door."

Chikane's eyes darted towards the open window. Without hesitation, she ran out to it and leapt for dear life.

"Ojou-sama!" Otoha screamed out and ran after her.

Chikane leapt from the window and onto a nearby tree branch and made her way to the grassy ground. She landed, painfully, on her feet, not even minding the leaves that must have gotten caught in her blue hair. She would find Himeko, even if meant doing a mad sprint all the way tos school.

"Ojou-sama!" Otoha cried out, from the balcony and her voice echoing across. "Come back!"

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Chikane Himemiya ran. She ran and sprinted as if her life, no- Himeko's life depended on it. She didn't even bother taking one of the numerous cars and calling her horse to get to school; she just had to find Himeko as soon as possible. Chikane panted, out of breath from sprinting to school. Her lungs were on fire and her calves aching, but she didn't care. Just as long as she saw Himeko.

The garden. Their garden. The opening was still there and still small enough for Chikane to crawl through. Not caring if anyone saw her, she got on all fours, crawled through the gap of the brass fence and stood on her legs. The large, majestic tree loomed at the center, its leaves still green and surrounding it were roses of all colors: red, white, blue and even yellow. In this secret garden, Chikane and Himeko had met and spent all their lunches together. Chikane looked around, hoping Himeko was there. If the blonde was absent, those beautiful roses might have well been colorless and the grass would have been drying dead.

"Himeko?" Chikane cried out. "Himeko, it's me! You can stop hiding now."

Silence.

"This isn't funny, Himeko!" Chikane said, her breath becoming more and more shortened and quickened. "Please, if this is your idea of a prank, it's not working!"

Silence.

"She must be inside," Chikane thought to herself. "Himeko is inside with her friend. Saotome!"

Scrambling to her feet, Chikane crawled out of the garden and ran up the long staircases. Each and every student she passed, whether it'd be the girls wearing burgundy red or the boys wearing viridian blue, greeted her with 'Happy Birthday', but Chikane didn't care. They were- no, are worthless. Worthless compared to Himeko.

After what seemed like an endless sprint upwards, Chikane placed her hands on her knees and took deep, long breaths as she neared the shoeboxes where the students exchanged outdoor footwear for indoor footwear.

Then, the very last voice Chikane wanted to hear shrieked out to her.

"Miya-sama!" Izumi and her two followers cried out. "Happy birthday!"

"Get away from me!" Chikane barked at them. She tolerated them before but now, she couldn't care for their schoolgirl harping grated on her nerves. These were the same girls that tormented poor Himeko when Chikane invited the blonde to stay at the Himemiya estate. Izumi and her two friends (Chikane didn't care what their names were) immediately took a step backwards.

"Himeko's friend!" Chikane saw the track star picking up her school bag. Chikane had never talked to Makoto before but based on the description Himeko told her, the athlete was impossible to mistake: auburn hair, emerald green eyes and a band wrapped around a lock of her hair. Chikane, had she had been calmer and not attempting to find her lover deceased and / or non-existent, would have recognized she had bumped to Makoto once or twice for Saotome's performance in track, but now was not the time for such things.

"Saotome-san," Chikane placed a hand on Makoto's shoulder, causing the other girl to whip around and smile.

"Miya-sama!" Makoto gasped. "Oh my gosh! Happy birthday! I don't even have your birthday gift with me."

As if Chikane cared about any of that.

"Saotome-san," Chikane was unsure if her breathlessness came from her physical exertion or the idea that Himeko was gone, but she didn't care. "Where is Himeko?"

"Who?" Makoto looked confused, her green eyes darting back and forth and turning to other students with curious shrugs only added to Chikane's worst fears.

Good graces be damned. Politeness be damned. Chikane didn't care, not anymore.

"Kurusugawa Himeko!" Chikane practically shouted. "Your roommate! Blonde hair, amethyst eyes, the sweetest girl you've ever met!"

More and more students began muttering and whispering to themselves.

"Oh, you got me!" Makoto chuckled. "Okay, where's the hidden camera?"

"Saotome-san, please!" Chikane grabbed Makoto by both shoulders and shook her violently. "Tell me where Himeko is!"

"I don't know what you're talking about!" Makoto said, her voice warbling after how Chikane was shaking her. "When I enrolled here, they put me in a room all by myself. I've been contacting the dormitory administration all year long to pair me up with someone."

It couldn't be true. How could Himeko's roommate have forgotten about her?

"Miya-sama?" Izumi attempted to reach out. "Are you alright?"

Chikane looked around as all the students, male and female, gave her frightened expressions. Even Izumi and her two friends were looking at Chikane as though she were mad. It made sense: Chikane was the school idol. She was the daughter of the Himemiya lineage. Lines and lines of suitors from the richest families waited for the mere chance to be with her.

Chikane's mask of the perfect rich girl who excelled at academics and sports had fallen off and shattered, and frankly, Chikane simply didn't care any more. Not after she learned about what happened to the Miko, not after what she learned about their lives and not after seeing Himeko in that injured state. What was the point? The only reason she fought so hard, whether at school or at being a Miko was for Himeko's sake. The only other person who fought as hard as her was… that's it!

"Saotome-san, where is Oogami Souma?"

"I knew it!" Izumi whispered to her friends. "Jin-sama and Miya-sama were made for each other!"

Chikane shot them an icy glare at the corner of her eye, silencing them.

"I think he's up on the school roof talking to fans," Makoto said.

Chikane released Makoto and ran for the school roof. She didn't care if she was on the brink of collapse or that she looked like a complete lunatic while doing so. She had to know. She had to know if Oogami Souma had remembered Himeko, if he had remembered anything that had transpired.

More stairs, more students and more and more, Chikane ran until she came across the blinding sunlight, indicating she was on the roof.

There, with his midnight black hair, golden eyes, his Veridian boy's uniform, his school bag slung behind him and a carefree, even goofy smile plastered on his face stood Souma Oogami.

"How did you score the winning goal?" one of the female students asked him.

"Would you believe that a lot of practice and manga reading helped?" Souma chucked. "I actually read a lot of Captain Tsubasa. I almost yelled out "Miracle Drive Shoot!"

All of his admirers, male and female, laughed at this but Chikane stepped forward.

Chikane felt so many emotions seeing Souma: Jealousy, Hate, Anger and Fear. He was her romantic rival, someone who threatened, no, promised, to take Himeko away from her. In fact, one of the last moments she saw the Oogami boy was when she was shooting arrows at him, attempting to provoke him on that stormy night.

"What are you doing?" Chikane remembered hearing herself say. "You're so weak. You said that you'd protect her, but look at you. Oogami Souma-kun, I wonder what you are. Not an Orochi that kills Priestesses… nor a knight that protects your dear Princess. Such a useless creature. So disappear from out sight!"

But those were half-truths, if not outright lies. He did protect Himeko. He had given everything, even his life to save her. He was as honest and kind as Himeko described him to be. Even if Himeko hated Chikane and would have rather been Souma's wife, it would be preferable to the alternative: a world without Himeko.

"Stop this!" He replied. "Even if you're an Orochi, I don't want to hurt you, Himemiya! "

It was his gentlemanly instincts and his restraint, that he even refused to attack her when she betrayed them to the Orochi. She didn't want to lose the blonde to him, but the alternative of her being gone forever, of her memory being wide from everyone's existence? It was an easy choice. Souma, who didn't so much as fight back as Chikane betrayed humanity and stole his mech, stood there. Souma, who gave his life to protect Himeko was before her. Souma, who loved Himeko with every fiber of his being and threatened to take Himeko away from her, smiled at Chikane.

"Hello, Himemiya-san! Happy Birthday." The Oogami boy chuckled. "Sorry, my gift for you is back at the temple. I was planning on giving it to you at the party. I hope you don't mind."

"Jin-sama!" Makoto said.

"See?" Izumi said to her two followers. "I told you Miya-sama was interested in him!"

Chikane feared what Souma's answer would be, but asked anyway.

"Oogami-san… where's Himeko?" Chikane walked forward slowly.

"Excuse me?" Souma's expression changed from a delighted boyish smile to a confused, still smiling demeanor.

"She's with you, right?" Chikane continued to step forward, until she was face to face with Souma, and other students stepped back. "She's happy, right? Himeko… is with you, right?"

Chikane wanted him to hate her. She wanted him to pull Himeko out of sight and brag about how he had Himeko and the blonde had chosen him. Chikane wouldn't have minded if Himeko and Souma kissed each other in front of her. Anything but the alternative. Anything but a world where Himeko didn't exist.

But he didn't.

If Souma had just glared angrily at her and said nothing, Chikane would have accepted that.

If Souma had said "She's gone because of you!"Chikane would have accepted that.

If Souma had said "You're a rapist and a monster!", Chikane would have accepted that.

Only his earnest, kind, and gentle, wears-his-heart-on-his-sleeve nature could effectively tear Chikane down to pieces to the two most utterly terrifying words she could hear. His eyes started around, he looked to his admirers who gave him shrugs due to their ignorance, and then he turned back to her. What he said utterly destroyed Chikane Himemiya and what little sense of sanity she had left.

"Who's Himeko?" Souma replied with a blank stare on his face.

It was true. All of it was true. Himeko had died. No, WORSE. She had never existed. Chikane had failed. No one remembered Himeko, the Orochi and anything Chikane had did. It was all gone.

Himeko was gone, locked away in the Shrine until the next cycle.

"Himeko…" Chikane fell to her knees, realizing what had gone horribly, horribly wrong.

Chikane Himemiya would rather have seen the angry contorted lines of Souma Oogami's face than the blank, naive, friendly stare he gave her now.

"Are you okay?" Souma said, dropping his school back and bending down on one knee to help her up. "I'm sorry but don't know who you're talking about."

How could Souma, of all people, have forgotten? Souma had done everything, everything, to protect Himeko. He even protected Chikane when the Orochi was attacking them. Souma, if anything, should have hated Chikane for stealing his mech, raping Himeko and attacking him violently. But he didn't. He just helped her up gently.

At this point, a large crowd of students had gathered to see the scene play out before them. Unaware of the circumstances, they began to gossip, loudly, amongst themselves.

"What happened?"

"What, did Miya-sama's limousine get a flat tire?"

"Looks like Jin-sama turned her down."

"Ouch, and on her birthday too!"

"Guess all that money can't buy happiness!"

"Okay, show's over!" Makoto waved to the crowd. "Give her some space!"

"Miya-sama!" Izumi cried out.

Somehow, someway, Chikane felt herself stand on her feet. The reality had set in. Himeko was gone and locked in the shrine, almost lightyears away.

"Is she going to be okay?" Makoto asked.

"Let's get her to the nurse's office," Souma said, taking his hands off Chikane. "Maybe she's just having a stressful day; birthdays can be like that sometime."

"You're so cool, Jin-sama!" Izumi cried out.

"We'll meet again in the next life," Himeko's sweet voice echoed in Chikane's mind.

The next life. The next cycle. That's right. All Chikane had to do to see Himeko again was to escape this life. Her eyes stared at an open ledge, high above the ground, easy to step off of.

Unlike other school roofs, the Otachibana Academy roofs did not have any chain fences to prevent accidents. Chikane, back when she didn't realize she was a Miko, even before she met Himeko in this life, had filed numerous complaints to the school board and faculty about this but now, now it was an answer. Now it was a release.

Now, it was a way to see her precious sunny Priestess again.

"Himeko…" Chikane said, stepping away from Souma, Makoto and the rest. The look on her face was a blank, dead stare, devoid of life.

"Himemiya-san, be careful of the ledge," Souma said.

Chikane continued stepping forward, not caring what he said.

"Miya-sama?" Izumi asked.

"Himeko…" Chikane said, continuing to step away from them.

"This isn't funny!" Makoto yelled.

"Himeko…" Gasps and cries of shock were heard as Chikane stood on the high ledge, ready to end it all. One more step and it would be over: Chikane would die and she could see Himeko in the next life. And she would apologize profusely for all of her sins. And she would see her beautiful and wonderful Himeko again.

"No, Stop!" Souma cried out with students trying, in vain to call out to her.

"I'm coming, Himeko…" Chikane said, taking a step forward towards the ground.

Multiple hands: Souma's, Makoto's, Izumi's and others were grabbing Chikane's arms, legs and whatever they could to prevent the Himemiya daughter from stepping off.

"Himemiya-san, Stop!" Souma cried out, struggling to pull her back.

"Let me go!" Chikane screamed. "Himeko, Himeko!"

"Who the hell is this Himeko?" Makoto screamed, pulling on Chikane's torso.

When Chikane felt herself pinned to the ground, screams and tears came out of her. Chikane opened her mouth, only for more students to stop her.

"She's trying to bite off her own tongue!" Souma said. "Stop her!"

The next thing Chikane knew, strangers put a straitjacket on her and a mouth gag on her, to prevent further self-harm. She screamed and struggled, seeing Souma Oogami, Makoto Saotome, Otoha Kisaragi, Izumi and everyone else watch in horror as Chikane was dragged away and put into the back of a van with padded walls.

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Chikane screamed in agony, her voice muffled by a gag, for Himeko Kurusugawa, a girl that never existed.

Chikane's eyes opened wide. She was lying on her mattress , looking at her bedroom ceiling. She was in her room, in the Himemiya mansion. She sat up, looking at the sunlight peeking into the room, the birds chirping and her bedroom in pristine condition.

"Himeko!" Chikane shot out of bed, briefly looked at the dresser mirror seeing the violet nightgown she slept in and ran out the door. The perfectly red carpet, the numerous guest rooms upon guestrooms she pasted and the large staircase she took care not to trip on as she descended were minor distractions to her. She burst into the kitchen to find a sight that took her breath away.

Wearing her signature red bow, with amethyst eyes one could get lost in and beautiful blonde hair that Chikane adored, Himeko turned around and smiled that sunny smile that always melted Chikane on the spot.

"Happy anniversary, Chikane-chan!" Himeko smiled, wearing a maid's uniform, holding a platter of hot pancakes with a maple syrup container next to it. "I gave Otoha-san and the rest of the maids the day off."

Chikane stepped forward slowly, and reached out with her right hand, unsure what to say. Her body trembled, fearing this beautiful mirage named Himeko Kurusugawa would vanish into thin air if Chikane so much as touched her. Himeko's beautiful, sweet, high pitched voice brought tears to Chikane's eyes.

"If you don't want pancakes, I can make you something else," Himeko continued to smile, unaware of Chikane's current demeanor.

"Chikane-chan?" Himeko asked, when Chikane touched her warm, beautiful skin.

*CLATTER!*

In an instant, Chikane Himemiya held the most precious person in her life tightly against her body. She didn't care this had caused pancakes and maple syrup to spill all over her. If anything, Himeko looked utterly ridiculous as she was covered head-to-toe in maple syrup.

Chikane nearly hyperventilated as her body shook, holding the very sticky Himeko in her arms.

"Are you… real?" Chikane asked.

"I think so," Himeko's voice was slightly muffled due to Chikane's tight hug.

"Oh, thank goodness…" Chikane breathed a lifetime's sigh of relief. It was a nightmare. A horrible nightmare she had woken up from.

"Did you have a bad dream?" Himeko asked, her voice a little clearer this time.

Chikane nodded.

"Were you trapped in the shrine again?" Himeko asked.

Chikane said nothing, continuing to hold Himeko in her tight embrace.

"…Was I trapped in the shrine?"

As always, Himeko knew Chikane best.

"I failed to save you."

"You did save me, Chikane-Chan." Himeko returned her hug. "I'm here with you because you're so brave and kind."

Did Himeko know? Did Himeko know everything that had transpired between the two of them?

"Can you tell me who you are…just one more time?" Chikane asked.

"I am Himemiya Himeko, your wife," Himeko replied. "And, like you I was- no, I am a Miko of Kannazuki. And while circumstances may force us apart, while we may hurt each other, we are destined to be together. And I will always love my wife, Himemiya Chikane, who risked her life, her happiness, her morality and her everything to protect me. She tried so hard to make me hate her, but I could never do such a thing."

Himeko took a step back, cupped Chikane's face, stood on her toes and gave her a warm kiss. As their lips parted, Chikane could see that tears blurred her beautiful vision of Himeko.

"Himeko… thank you."

The two stood there in silence, Chikane finally realizing the ridiculousness of the situation and how absurd the two women must have looked.

"…I think I'm stepping on a pancake…" Himeko said.

"We'll clean that up later!" Chikane wiped her tears away and gave her beautiful maple syrup covered wife a kiss.

(Disclaimer 2: Captain Tsubasa and all associated characters, settings, and elements are the property of Shueisha, Weekly Shounen Jump, and its creator, Yōichi Takahash and is currently licensed to Crunchyroll.)

(Author's Note: Don't worry, I wasn't going to give Chikane or Himeko a bad ending.)

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