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soulguardianazeralith · 1 year

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Okay so because I'm curious and I miss the funky guy- what are you headcanons for Ranbob by any chance? If that's alright.

Oh boy, you have no idea how much I struggled because I wanted to draw somefin for this like I did for Crops’s but artblock is a Binch.

Anyways-

Ranbob is my absolute favorite character in Tales, he’s just a precious murderous lad. That and The Lost City of Mizu is my favorite Tales so there’s already a lot of bias there lol-

-Immediately starting off with what he is, since in my headcanon Ranboo isn’t half ghast half enderman or whatnot. This means Ranbob is still part enderman but because of his bloodline he’s now part something else. Ranbob is part enderman and mostly axolotl. (Not gonna get into what Ranboo is here, just know the half he is isn’t Axolotl. Lore~)

-Ranbob can safely enter water. No burning. He can also teleport like an enderman, albeit varied. Refer to here for my Endermen lore for more of his abilities.

-Ran and Ranbob are not related. This is one of the two biggest things I have in terms of these two.

Ranbob met Ran when the lad was 8 and the older enderman was 16. Ran was one of the few in Mizu’s above water crew so he knew more of the overworld and in turn knew the stories in Mizu were mostly bullshit. Despite this, he tolerated Ranbob’s curiosity and taught him what he knew of the stories. Later in their friendship, though, Ran became more violent and devoted to his beliefs and worship of his idol and demanded Ranbob find something to tether himself to, even if it eventually led to a fight that made Ran leave to the surface and Ranbob in Mizu with his selected idol to prove himself. Ranbob is 18 at this point.

-Around the time he hung around Ran, Ranbob spotted an axolotl appearing more often outside the glass of Mizu, following playfully around him. He ended up letting it into Mizu one day when wishing Ran luck on his scouting trip, thus sealing his own fate.

-Ranbob’s worship towards Dream is fully manipulated by said axolotl, done by a lonely and bored god. He would get nightmares and broken visions of the past, normally about his ‘idol’ and the others worshipped and admired in Mizu. The one who guided him to slaughter the population in Mizu was all XD’s doing, as a ‘test of faith’.

-When the fishermen visit Mizu, the events are fully similar. The only difference being the moment Cletus shattered the hole in the hallway, he’d made a hole for Ranbob to reenter with. When Charles dives in the secret room, Ranbob could’ve easily swam it due to being able to breathe and swim underwater. So when the glass in the tree room is shattered, Ranbob swims out of it and stalks the remaining trio through the other side of the glass.

-There’s more lore on what happens afterwards that I’m not gonna say because then it gets more detailed and this is already getting long with text but I will say this: Ranbob survives at the end of Mizu and finds out the truth of who exactly he’d been listening to. He never dares try to find Ran, the scar on his chin a valid reminder not to.

This picture isn’t lore related, I just wanted another excuse to draw Ranbob. I also technically drew him for this map part here.

If you ever wanna know more of my headcanons, don’t be afraid to ask! It was fun writing these out finally, like how I did with Crops!

#kaine's art #kaine writes nonsense #tftsmp ranbob #tales from the smp the lost city of mizu #ranbob fanart #can you believe it’s nearly been two years since Mizu even aired-#headcanon list go brrr

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kiraisrika · 2 years

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I somehow convince my teacher to do a lost city of mizu parody....

Wtf happened

Also sorry for the inactivity my schedule is tight

#kira rambles #tales from the smp #tales of the smp #the lost city of mizu

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artsyfangirl · 1 year

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WAIT HOLY SHIT IF TUBBO AND TOMMY NUKED THE SMP IN THE FINALE IS THAT WHY THINGS ARE THE WAY THEY ARE DURING THE LOST CITY OF MIZU?? THAT EXPLAINS THE LOSS OF INFORMATION AND POTENTIALLY WHY THERE WOULD BE AN UNDERWATER CITY IN THE FIRST PLACE!

#dsmp tommy #dsmp theory #dsmp tubbo #the lost city of mizu #tftsmp

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neon-u-dumb-shxtty-child · 2 years

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Hey Neo, do you have any Mizu headcanons you'd like to share by any chance? I'm curious.

Mizu was doomed from the start

No one was willing to learn and adapt to the new history, and tormented a child until they grew up and snapped, killing everyone in the name of a “misunderstood villain”, someone who was hated for what they thought was right, someone like Ranbob

The few people that were able to escape weren’t lucky with the outside and their new lives, most died a few years later

Mizu was always meant to fall, it all just needed to fall into place. It needed the villain, someone brought to their breaking point, someone who despised Mizu enough to destroy it, but cherished it enough to never want to leave

It needed someone like Dream. Ranbob tried so so hard to be like Dream, but they were never truly Dream

#marien tag #ranbob #the lost city of mizu #c!dream #c!Dream is mentioned here lol #yeah Mizu’s fucked but we love that 💕

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my-lunaberg · 1 year

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Man the historical rpf game in the future of the Dream SMP must be insane

#tales from the smp #tftsmp the lost city of mizu

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libbyfandom · 4 months

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“In This Life, and the Next. I Swear.”

Happy Holidays, have a bittersweet reincarnation fic.

Summary: Mizu may not believe in reincarnation, but you do. You'll believe in it enough for both of you. You may not be strong, but your soul is. You'll carry her to a better lifetime.

Content Warnings: Did your really think no one would die in a reincarnation fic? Hmmm?

“Next lifetime, you have to court me,” you murmur into Mizu’s neck as her fingers trace along the bare skin of your back where you lie atop her. “None of this... stoic loner act where I have to wear you down into letting me love you. Yeah?”

Mizu snorts, her other hand resting over her eyes. “Not on your life.”

Making an offended noise, you bite her collarbone in retaliation, hearing her laughter fill the inn room.

“When we come back, I want our lives to be simple,” you say as Mizu helps you down from the horse you borrowed on your escape from the last town.

Resisting the urge to let a sigh slip at this fantasy coming back up again, she mutters, “Yeah? You’d prefer to have a boring life, after you basically attached yourself to me and Ringo to escape your home?”

“Well yeah, I’m getting all of my adventuring done in this life cycle.”

“And you don’t want that again?” Mizu starts to lead the horse toward the outer skirts of the city, hoping to find a stable to leave it without being spotted.

You walk alongside her, studying her passive expression. “I do." A beat. "But I want you to have peace more.”

Her eyes dart to you, genuinely caught off guard. The openness, the honesty in your face has a bubble of overwhelming emotion welling up in her chest.

Her head turns back to the road, retreating into her silence to avoid speaking and risking her voice betraying her.

But after a few minutes of her staring off into the distance, she quietly says with a softened brow, “That’s kind.”

‘Do you regret choosing this life, knowing how quickly it will all end? Or did you walk into it blindly, optimistic for some happier resolution?’

Mizu jerks you up into her arms, apologizing frantically over and over as you scream in pain when she applies pressure to the stab wound deep in your stomach. She tenses her grip as your body tries to seize and jerk away from the splitting, hot pain radiating through your nerves from pressure on the gash. You’re too scared to look down and see your own insides peeling away from each other.

Taigen and Ringo are fending off the last few bounty hunters, the clashing of swords and knives fading into the background as you dig your bloodied fingers into her haori. “Come find-find me again,” you say with frantic eyes, swallowing back another mouthful of metallic blood forcing its way up your burning throat.

“What?!” Mizu’s attention is torn between keeping an eye on her back and wrapping a torque around your middle from the fabric she torn off your kosode.

You grab her face, leaving a bloody streak on her cheek as you force her to look at you. Her widened blue eyes are forced to look into yours with no barrier, her glasses lost somewhere in the snow from the fight. You can feel how fast your body is losing warmth. The edges of your vision are blurring, and the draw to fall asleep is growing more powerful than the burning gap in your stomach. Mizu may not know how to die, but you-

‘I’m so sorry, my love. I’m so, so sorry.’

You need her to hear you before everything stops. So you grip her cheek and stare into her panic-stricken eyes. You’re scared too, but you’re more scared of coming back to this world and not seeing her again than you are of not coming back at all.

“Come find me again.”

Mizu hates the concept of promises, and the bigger and more impossible they sound the more she avoids them. But you nose is turning pink from the cold, or from your crying. Tears are trailing down the sides of your temples, cutting through any blood stains across your face.

And she hates promises.

Tears well in her own eyes as she clenches her teeth against a violent sob.

But she hates denying you proof that she loves you more. If you pass without it… if you die with the last words in your ears being 'I can't'…

Every whisper and cry of “Onryō” she’s ever heard echo louder and louder in her head until they're all scream chanting in unison. She blinks, and for a heart-freezing moment your terrified eyes turn her shade of blue.

“Onryō!”

“ONRYŌ!”

"𝔬n҉𝔯y҉𝔬o҉𝔫r҉𝔶o҉𝔬n҉𝔯y҉𝔬o҉𝔫r҉𝔶o҉𝔬n҉𝔯y҉𝔬-"

Her hand lifts away from the rapidly growing stain of blood coming through the makeshift torque across your abdomen and settles on your cheek.

She forces the corners of her mouth up into a reassuring smile as her own body trembles.

“Okay,” her voice wavers as she blinks out tears. “I’ll come find you.” Her voice is like a child making their first vow. “I’ll, I’ll come find you again.”

You smile weakly, and despite her own forced one, her eyes fill with terror for just a moment at the blood staining your teeth.

You reach up and tug her hair out of its high bun, watching it tumble around her shoulders.

You need your soul to memorize what she looks like when she’s not hiding. For next time.

Your own smile wavers. “You have to. I won’t… I won’t forgive you if you don’t.”

The fragile look on her face crumples into despair. Mizu leans her temple against yours as the sobs overtake her, her long hair draping over both of your faces and blocking out the world. “I will. I will I will I will I will I-“

Her fractured voice fades away, and your vision swims.

But your soul is at peace.

‘It's your turn, Mizu.’

‘I ended up burying you with as many red spider lilies I could scavenge. They’ll help guide you to the next life. I made Ri( ) swear to bury me next to you with just as many. If he’s around to collect my corpse when I go. If anyone is. ( )I used to not care if anyone did, as long as I finished my mission. But now I’m terrified something happens and I can’t keep my promise.

I’m sorry. I miss you. I’m sorry I made a promise that’s out of my hands.

( )

I’m sorry.’

You stare down at the spread of papers and antique diaries written in kanji. You’re trying to organize them by chronological order based on context from the letters and diaries, but it’s becoming increasingly difficult as you go. Especially with words smudged and faded by centuries of time. You rub your eye behind your glasses.

‘She really is making this hard for me.’ You sigh through your nose as you bite down on the end of your pen.

“Excuse me?”

“Hm?” You glance to your side, surprised to be pulled from your work and come face to face with probably the most gorgeous woman you’ve ever seen. “Hello?”

“Sorry,” she smiles, lowering her head to pull her tinted glasses off. “I just saw you over here and uh-“ her expression goes a little strained as she looks for the right words. “I just, uh-”

You glance between her and the spread of antique writing from the archives. “Are you the person that checked these out last? Do you need them back?”

“No. I just-" She makes a face. Whatever she planned to say when she came over was quickly unraveling. Her eyes dart away, and land on the diaries. Her eyebrows furrow slowly, something flickering in her blue eyes.

Very pretty eyes…

She jerks her chin down at the spread of papers. “What is that?”

A little thrown off at the changes in conversation, you pick up one of the diaries. “Um, this is work for my master thesis. I’m studying unknown woman and queer history of Edo Japan.” Your fingers drum over the cover. “Came across this treasure when going through the archives. It’s a bunch of writing from a rogue swordsman to his lover after her death. But in my review of it, I’m positive I can prove that he was actually a woman,” you grin a little with pride, shifting your weight side to side with delight at getting to discuss your research.

“Lesbian samurai,” she laughs lowly, eyes warm.

“Something like that,” the corners of your lips lift up.

“Well that’s really fascinating,” her fingers trail across the edge of the table as she steps closer. “I’d love to hear more about it. Maybe… over dinner?” The corner of her mouth grimaces for a moment, her eye twitching once with frustratation at herself with that cheesy delivery.

Your lips part, eyes widening with a breathless little “Oh.”

The woman gains confidence from how your eyes light up behind your glasses as you flush. Her hand squeezes her shoulder, a nervous tic. “I’m sorry. I saw your over here and had to give it a shot.”

“No, I’m glad you did,” you’re quick to reassure her. You look up at her with bright eyes as you dig through your backpack for notebook paper.

“I wouldn’t have forgiven you if you didn’t.”

A tilt of her lips, her hand outstretched. “Mizu.”

You introduce yourself.

You hold out the pen and paper to get her number, and she asks as she leans over to scribble it out on the table, “Anything good in those letters?”

“Most of it’s pretty grief heavy,” you smile sadly. “But in a poetic and romantic way? Like, even though her love was gone, probably pretty young, she kept her memory alive as she fought through life.”

Mizu glances up at you, and something tightens in your throat and sinks into your stomach. You don’t know why you admit quietly, “The first time I read them I started crying in the archive room.”

A beat, where you feel dread creep up your neck at suddenly tanking the mood.

Her face grows impassive, deadly quiet for a moment.

“I’m sorry,” she whispers.

You quickly blink back tears that come on alarmingly fast. “What?”

Mizu blinks too, straightening up. “Just, sorry that it made you sad. I guess.” She smiles again, albeit a little smaller this time, and hands over the paper. “I guess I’ll see you? Hopefully soon?”

A soft laugh huffs out your nose as that melancholic moment passes. “Yeah,” your hand brushes against the inside of her palm as you take the paper. “Really soon.”

She leaves you with a satisfied grin, her nose scrunching up as she turns and walks off.

You watch her go, feeling something tighten in your stomach again at how relaxed she looks.

You look down at her number, and see that she slyly signed it with the kanji for “Promise”.

As you begin to organize the letters to skim through them again, your hesitate on the one you had just been reviewing. You hold it and the notebook paper up side by side.

The letter unfolds and a single, dried, book pressed red spider lily flutters to your feet.

Mizu perfectly copied the handwriting of the swordswoman’s kanji.

“Huh.”

#mizu x reader #blue eye samurai x reader #mizu #modern mizu #mizu blue eye samurai #blueeyesamurai

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prwcess · 5 months

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Under the floorboards

Mizu x fem!reader

warnings: SMUT!!!!! also blood, weaponry, fighting, and argument Lol!!!!

(reader believes Mizu is male)

The wood creaks under me and dirt tumbles around my ankles as i climb up from underneath the ancient home of a “Tanzaki”. Who knows who this man is, but as an assassin, i don’t think that’s my buisness.

I scurry through the surprisingly well kept tunnels as if a rat living under the floorboards, listening in to find several pairs of footsteps. Mainly from up ahead, yet it seems as through something’s .. sneaking up on me?

Drawing the illegally sold and bought european gun from my waist band and stand in silence, planning my next move as the steps get closer.

With no idea what to do as the door creaks open i aim the gun at the height of an average man’s head and steady my breathing, I hear the man draw a sword.

two steps.

two steps and i recognize those bright blue devil eyes.

I feel as though i’ve fallen into a trance, the familiar face rushing towards me causes no reaction. I lower the gun as i watch Mizu retreat.

“what are you doing here?” i ask, the last time i saw this man was after traveling with him place to place for a year, unknowing of his plans. I kept watch for new job opportunities, and once Mizu and I were done, we moved on to the next city. That was until we reached kyoto, where he disappeared leaving a trail of blood.

“i could ask you the same question.”

“well I-“

“why are you carrying that?” Mizu cuts me off and steps forward eyeing my gun, obviously brand new.

“I think i asked you a question first, did you leave all your etiquette back in kyoto?” i remark, genuinely forgetting the job I need to get done before sunrise.

“Im here to kill Tanazaki.”

he states quite plainly, the blank expression never quivering.

“well, i’m getting paid to do exactly that, and im not leaving here unless I do so myself.” i finish off and turn to step forward, ready to face whatever group of men in the next room, yet as I take a step I notice something… a lack of…

flooring.

I fall through into a darker and wider candle lit room, pillars on each side and walls with no doors.

coughing and hacking i look up as maxi climbs down under as well.

“don’t you have something you need to attend to?”

“you still talk a lot.” he mumbles examining our surroundings.

it seems as though there’s no exit, just one door in front, which i plan to let mizu explore as much as he wants.

I steady myself off the ground and attempt to launch myself off the wall to latch onto the ridges of the floor above, failing miserably.

“who’s there-..” i heard as my thud echoed throughout. Is that new? did they not hear my thud before? I loose myself in thought once more as I hear a creak. the hanging tapestries move and reveal a door. Something i should’ve been wary of before coming to kill the leader of a human chop shop.

As the newly discovered back door stained in blood creaked open I felt a quick jab to my waist up to my neck. Pulled behind a pillar with a hand around my neck and jaw and my mouth covered shut. In the moment, i lost my breath, a shiver falling down my spine from his cold touch. We listened in silence as 3 pairs of footsteps fell out the room, mumbles and chuckles. Do these men feel pity? Shame? Do they enjoy slaughtering innocent people to sell? The men fall into the next room and I pull my back off of Mizus chest, catching myself before i fall into a deep trance of thought.

i attempt stepping towards the bloody door, only to be held back by my wrist.

Without a word mizu let’s go and steps in front of me, waking towards the door. The room is empty. The remains of an old merchant lay on the table, filling the room with the scent of death.

“do you still care about what happened in kyoto?”

His sudden words perk me up,

what kind of question is that?

“did you care at all?” i snap, maybe a bit too hard on.

“i do.”

he says, facing away from me.

“you didn’t have the time to find me?”

i ask, truly curious why such a man would try to act like he cared.

“i think you stayed in the back of my mind. I have things to accomplish y/n.”

“interesting.” I look off to the side, acknowledging the old remains rotted to the bone, who knows who they could’ve been.

who knows what we could’ve been?

in just a flash i find mizu in front of me, staring down at me. “i need you.”

“excuse me?”

(Absolutely flabbergasted)

“travel with me again.”

“i need you, and your company.”

same full facial expression never faltered.

“maybe you just need my skill?” i find a smile on my face as I leaned against the bloody table, teasing the man who should clearly know Im accepting such an offer. No matter how angry I could’ve been i’ll always take an offer from Mizu.

“i want you, i don’t care about your weapons or your stealth.”

I watched him step closer and admired his hands as he rested them on my waist.

did he truly crave my touch or was he checking for another unknown weapon..?

as his cold hands made their way under my waistband i couldn’t help but give in to his touch, there’s no teasing or denying left for me.

“mizu…” I whisper softly, turning my head away to face the door.

“mm?”

his cold grasp releases one side of me and clutches my jaw turning me back to face him. Without hesitation he pressed a lustful kiss upon my lips and within nanoseconds the connection was back. Pushing him back slightly to create room never breaking said connection, I push myself on the table.

Mizus cold hands run deeper under my waistband, under the silk protecting me.

Before anything I open my eyes and put a hand against mizus chest,

“what about..” and without time to even notice the door Mizus spare knife is flung to stab the door shut.

#mizu #mizu x reader #blue eyed samurai #blue eye samurai #blueyesamurai #blueyesamuraixreader #anime #netflix

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mairen-marionette · 11 months

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Okay I finally managed to get polls and my first question is: Favorite Tales From The SMP Episode?

#tales from the smp #tftsmp #tales of the smp #totsmp #dream smp #dsmp

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fulcrum-art-fox · 3 months

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You guys were not kidding about the absolute insanity going on between Mizu and Taigen and Akemi. Like never in a million years would I have guessed they were gonna be just this unhinged about it. Like, the way that Akemi uses all her wiles to get her father to agree to let her marry Taigen, who is not a noble but is an undefeated samurai, and Mizu just totally ruins that, almost incidentally, and then Taigen fucks himself over extra hard when he’s already lost to Mizu bc he decides it’s a good idea to call him a dog to his retreating back. Taigen and Akemi having sex to a description of duelling and killing Mizu was pretty insane also. That’s a set up for a massive complex between those three of I’ve ever seen one. And then Taigen leaves Akemi to go get his revenge - wait sorry, his rematch with Mizu, but because he’s got a honour complex just killing Mizu isn’t what he’s here for he needs him back to full strength but Mizu just so happens to be a walking disaster who is constantly injured and constantly courting death so he has to delay it almost indefinitely cue the whole “no one’s allowed to kill you but me” shenanigans and the insane degree of loyalty Taigen shows to that even under torture. And Mizu does actually agree to a date (joke intended) to a fight to the literal death but only after revenge. Then Akemi tracks Mizu down, recognising him not just by the blue eyes but by the fact she has snagged Taigan’s scarf and is actually wearing it. Akemi “no one says no to me” compliments Mizu on her eyes to get close to try and lower his guard while Mizu knows exactly who Akemi is and is extra on guard and also fucks with her about it “anyway he’s dead now” Mizu you can be a real bastard you know that (and I love it). And the way that as Akemi attempts to kill him the others at the brothel hear the crashes and immediately go “oh she’s good” because they assume they’re fucking?? Like oh my god. Mizu pinning Akemi to the ground, like she did with her husband and does again with Taigen?? The way that last time Mizu playfully sparred with and pinned a man to the ground she got called a monster but Taigen gets turned on by it??? And immediately tries to play it off as missing Akemi?? But he also calls her a demon over Mizu’s decision to let the guards take Akemi and the way that Taigen sets off to the city long before Mizu but because he’s honourable and a loyal samurai he focuses on saving the whole royal family, so Mizu is the one who actually reaches Akemi first, to try and right the fuck up and protect and get Akemi her freedom and honour his word to Ringo and during all this Mizu describes Taigen to Akemi as “not a good man, but he could be a great one” in a big long speech where she also says “he thinks he loves you very much.” Like I’m sorry Mizu come back here, what is that phrasing you are making me insane here. These three are insaner than insane and I just love watching them but like. something like how you watch a shipwreck

#blue eye samurai #blue eye samurai spoilers #sorry this was a long post I am still bouncing off the walls #bes spoilers #also I’m aware I’m using the pronouns loosely it be like that

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wordsformizu · 2 months

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Your Father's Daughter

Mizu x Reader story

Word count: 2.3k

Chapter 4

The streets were as busy and crowded as you remembered. It took you a little over a day to get down there from where your fathers plot of land was. It would have taken you less time if you hadn't traveled on foot, but you didn't want any attention on you. It was easier to slip in and out without a horse to worry about and you could take care of yourself just fine. This wasnt your first time being your fathers eyes and ears in places he couldn't enter without drawing attention to himself.

You decided to become familiar with your surroundings. If the Kamiizumi’s knew of this samurai, that meant one of two things. He was well known, or close by. Rumors and gossip spread like wildfire in cities and towns, passing from peasants, to merchants, to the inns and brothels and finally to the higher ups. If he wasn't in this town, he would be in the next, and if he wasn't in the next, someone would know. Someone always knows. People talk.

Hitching rides behind carriers, slipping into alleyways, walking the streets in plain daylight or even the nights, you became a wanderer. It was easier to blend in a town. Everyone was more focused on themselves to really notice another stranger slipping in and out. You learned to use that to your advantage always.

If the samurai were in this town and traveling, he would eventually grow hungry, tired or in need of entertainment. Every other man you watched flocked to one of these three areas, and at the end of the day no matter what nickname this samurai had, he was just a man after all. You’d find him somewhere. It was then on your journey your mind began to wander, curiosity grabbing hold on this “Onryo”.

What could make a man walk down this path of vengeance? It clearly was as it was targeted to specific people according to the rumor you heard that night. He had already removed one of his targets, and now he was onto the next. He was determined, and skilled, but that was all you could think of to add to his character. Your mind began to wander on other characteristics of his. He couldn't be loud or boastful, his actions do his speaking for him and others echo them like the walls of a cave. No one knew of his name either. You would think that someone who managed to slice through the four fangs would shout it from the mountain tops. Men would be prideful and loud about performing such a task, and yet no words of his had been repeated for you to hear. He was narrow eyed, focused, a predator who slips in and out the bushes, plotting on his next meal who lapped up water from the bank without a thought in its mind. He had a very specific taste, and with that came an unquenchable hunger that came with picky eaters. You refused to let your father become his next meal. Not that he could. Your father was a bigger predator, and more dangerous.

You decided to head in the direction of the town markets. There you were sure to find men and lost children wandering and stealing from the tables and trays. The markets were always busy, and bustling with life each time you visit. It was the closest resemblance you had to your childhood. Remembering days of slipping through the booths and grabbing whatever small item you could find. It was never enough to fill your stomach, but enough to hold you over, and more than what you would receive at home at times. Stealing was a crime that was taken very seriously here as everyone was low on income and were trying to get by with the profits they sold that week. It was punished if caught, so you had been sure to not get caught. You had watched the children who did get caught and decided that that wouldnt be your portion. Their punishments were always brutal. You remember the little boy who had a finger sliced for each piece of meat he had pocketed. Lucky for him, he only had two. You watched another little girl get her face shoved into the drying mud, and kicked to the side. There were no charitable strangers, no kindness. If you didn't learn it from home, you would learn it out here. The world can be a very cold place.

In every town market place there are restaurants. Places for people coming through and visiting to stop and rest before continuing the journey. Every local towns person knew that depending on the upkeep of the place, determined the quality of the food. Who needed clear thoughts when you cooked with heart and soul? The less organized, the better. You were confident that this man didn't care about sitting in a high-end restaurant where they kiss your knuckles and massage your calves. He must be furtive, quiet. The more mess around him, the easier it was for him to blend in. And who didn't like good food?

As you were wandering, you stumbled across a mother and her child; who you could tell was hers as they shared the same nose. It was rare to see an unattended woman with her child who wasn't selling something. They seemed preoccupied with each other. Her seated on the steps, and her son standing before her. He was mumbling something, using his forearms to rub at his tearful eyes. You couldn't quite catch what he was crying over, but what you could hear was the ooo’s of a comforting mother. Her touch on his skin soft, her voice calm while the little boy wasn't. He soon lowered his arms, and though you couldn't hear the words being said, you heard the crack in his voice and how unsure he sounded compared to her stable voice. Whether she was feeding him lies you wouldn't know, but judging by her voice you bet they were sweet. All you knew was that this woman loved this boy. You could see it in her eyes. They held each other close, and she rocked him side to side. Their clothes were torn and looked like they hadn't been cleaned in weeks, and they both looked like they hadn't eaten in that same span of time; and yet they were the richest in this town. The world was cold, but they kept each other warm. You ripped your gaze from their presence.

It wasn’t jealousy. There was no way this feeling that crawled into your skin was that of jealousy. It was heavier. Your father could provide more, and offered you far more. There was nothing you could ask for that he couldn't reach, even though you never asked for much. He wiped your tears, and fed you. He taught you right from wrong, and so much more. More than any girl your age was supposed to learn. More than those two combined had ever learned. While they sat on cold steps in a dirty town with dirty people, you stood in the shadow of the sun, warmed by his light. What you have, they could never have in this lifetime. What they have, you never did either. Her holding him close. Not telling him to be silent, but letting him cry in her arms.You wondered how soft life would have been to have a mother who comforted her child the way this one did. How gentle would her touch be on your skin compared to her slaps and pinches? How would her words swim through your heart and soul instead of sending you into fight or flight? How would you have turned out differently if you entered the world with love? Who would you have turned into if you were loved by the woman who brought you here? You told yourself it was because he was a young male, and sons are more favored in the household. You told yourself that thoughts like these were useless, and wouldn't help you on this mission. You told yourself whatever you could to stop the question peeking its head around the far corner of your mind. A question you hadn't asked yourself in a long time. “Why didn't my mother love me?”

These were not the times for childish questions, you reminded yourself. You had a father, though not related by blood, much closer than your biological mother. You had a purpose, a mission, an association to greatness. You would never have what they had, but you had more than enough. It would have to fill that void. There was no other option.

You couldn't enter the restaurant. Though cloaked, you didn't want any attention being drawn to you. A young woman entering a restaurant unattended, and with money spelled out possible problems that you would rather avoid. You just needed to peek into a few. See if he was in there or if anyone was talking of him. He wasn't in the first, and his presence was not known in the second. The sun was growing tired, and the day was becoming less busy. You knew you would have to find a place to rest soon, as the night grows cold and so do the people who walk amongst it. There weren't many options you could choose from, but you knew wherever it was it had to be up above and easy to escape from. Inn’s get ransacked and robbed quite often as some of them don't mind accepting criminal money. There were always brothels but though they provided secrecy, some would speak on a woman entering one who wasn't working there alone. Escaping one wouldn't be as hard though. It would be warm, and more comfortable, despite the possible sounds of erotic pleasure echoing through the night from the other rooms.

You were beginning to make your decision., walking the line between the chochin lanterns and the dark alleyways. You weren't exactly tired, but you did feel that it would be important for you to rest so that you could have energy to keep searching the next day. On missions like these, excitement would get the best of you keeping you up and late into the nights. You would search and search, forgetting that you were human with needs. One time you went on a bender and searched for a man for days without food or even drinking. By the time you found him, you were too exhausted to think clearly. You still completed your mission. You still found him.

The day people were dispersing, and those who wandered the night began to reveal themselves. The ladies displayed themselves on the side of the buildings they worked in, flashy attention grabbing attires and all their colors to pull in a lucky customer. As you were slipping between the shadows of the night and the burning lights, you heard a small bell. It wasn't unusual to hear strange noises in the night, but this one was odd. It seemed to only ring every few seconds. Every few footsteps. You thought it odd that someone would attach a bell to their foot, but you’ve heard of stranger occurrences. The bell seemed to be growing closer, they were coming up the street you were walking down. There was no harm in looking, so you kept your eyes on the floor, watching the legs that passed you.

“Where to next, Master!” These enthusiastic words came from a very large man. You could tell by the way the bell wrapped around his tree trunk legs, but the ground didn't shake with his footsteps. You realized why the bell was placed on him. For someone as large as him, he walked with the lightness of a child. He spoke like one too. Your eyes lifted from his legs to his torso where you noticed he had rounded nubs where his hands should have been. A disabled man, with footsteps as light as feathers, under the apprenticeship of another man. Your eyes drifted to his master.

His head was lowered, hiding his face under the wide brimmed kasa. His cloak covered his body, swaying around him as he walked through the night crowd. He moved like a shadow. Unnoticed.

You watched the two out of curiosity now. A strange dynamic to witness as only one seemed to be hiding and making himself nearly invisible, the other tagging along while towering over him. The blue cloaked man did not respond to his apprentice, he barely acknowledged his presence. He just swayed through the crowd, the both of you nearing close.

He had tilted his head up to read a sign on the side of a building while his apprentice rambled and

that’s when you saw it. His eyes. You didn't believe it at first, but you trusted your eyesight in the dark. Hidden behind orange glasses, but you could tell they were blue behind those frames by the way the night lamps hit them. Your heart race quickened, and you felt all the thoughts of rest leave your mind as you focused your attention on him. He was no longer a stranger on this busy road, he was now your target. Studying him in this moment, you noticed the bulge of a sheath under his cloak. He was armed with a sword, this had to be him. Your mood darkened and your eyes narrowed as you were aware of what he planned to do with this sword and how you were willing to do anything to make sure he failed.

You watched him enter a building after reading the sign, followed by his large bubble of a companion. They had found a place to rest tonight and now you have too.

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Pairing: Converted Spy!Mizu x Spy! Reader

Warning: Angst, Mizu has a gun.

A/N: This was torture, but depending on how this goes.. there might be a part 2

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In the dimly lit corridors of the opulent opera house, anticipation hung heavy in the air as you navigated through the elegant patrons, each step laden with the weight of memories and unspoken tensions. Three years had passed since Mizu's inexplicable betrayal, a moment seared into your memory like a haunting melody refusing to fade.

The opera house stands as a testament to your intertwined fates. Fate, it seems, has conspired to entangle your lives once more amidst the grandeur of its ornate halls. Your mission, shrouded in secrecy, echoes the faint whisper of Mizu's pursuit of Abijah Fowler, a quest tied to a haunting familial connection.

The strains of an aria filled the grand hall, but your senses remained on high alert, attuned to any sign of Mizu's elusive presence. Memories flooded in—camaraderie, secrets shared, and a bond once thought unshakable.

In the corridors, amidst whispers and elegant attire, you caught a glimpse of Mizu's unmistakable silhouette. You trailed Mizu through the elaborate corridors of the opera house, shadows cloaking your movements. The years had etched a canyon between you both, widened by her betrayal and the secrets left unsaid. Yet, she remains resolutely distant, each step echoing the chasm between you. The once-familiar warmth in her gaze now hardens, refusing to acknowledge the past you shared.

"Wait," you called out, your voice lost in the grandeur of the performance hall. Mizu strode ahead, her gait purposeful, ignoring your desperate pleas that fell on deaf ears.

As the final notes of the opera drifted away, the opera house vanished from sight, the city streets embracing a clandestine air. It is in those isolated streets, far from the opulent facade, that fate orchestrates your inevitable confrontation.

A tension, palpable and suffocating, hangs between you as you stand, silhouetted against the faint glow of the streetlights.

"You shouldn't be here," Mizu's voice carried the strain of guilt. "This isn't your fight."

"But it is," your words rang with determination. "You were my partner, my confidant. I won't let your actions define us."

A desperate plea lingered, hoping to bridge the gap forged by betrayal. The air crackled with tension as Mizu turned, her eyes ablaze with conflicting loyalties.

A chill seeped through your veins as Mizu's hand darted towards a concealed holster, drawing a weapon trained at you. Instinct warred with fear as you stood, vulnerable yet resolute, facing the imminent threat.

In the midst of the tense stand-off, Mizu’s emotions seemed to wage a war within her blue-eyed gaze, a striking contrast against the midnight hue of her hair cascading in sleek waves down her back. The shadows flickered over her fair skin, highlighting the subtle flush that crept up her cheeks—a silent testament to the storm of emotions churning beneath the composed exterior.

As the weapon was trained, her hands, with their delicate fingers adorned in silver rings, quivered ever so slightly, a telltale sign of the internal struggle she grappled with. The moonlight painted a soft glow on her angular features, accentuating the determination etched into the line of her jaw.

The cold steel seemed to echo the distance between your hearts, a tangible manifestation of the breach caused by Mizu’s betrayal.

“Why?” Your voice trembled, carrying the weight of years of silence and unanswered questions. “Why did you leave?”

Mizu hesitated, her finger poised on the trigger, the conflict etched across her features. "I can't let you intervene. I won't lose Abijah Fowler, not after... not after everything."

"After everything, why?", your voice was on the brink of faltering altogether

Mizu's eyes softened, a flicker of pain seeping through the steel facade. "It was never meant to be like this," she whispered, her voice strained with an unspoken agony. "I had to protect you, even if it meant leaving you behind."

A shiver raced down your spine as Mizu’s confession hung in the air, a fragile admission of the sacrifices made in the name of a greater cause. Gathering every ounce of courage, you stepped closer, defying the imminent threat.

“I loved you,” you whispered, your voice a plea wrapped in vulnerability, “even when you walked away.”

Her breath hitched, the confession echoing in the space between you, a fragile bridge spanning years of turmoil and longing. Her blue eyes widened imperceptibly, shimmering with unshed emotions, reflecting the tumultuous journey of love and duty that had led them to that fateful moment. The moonlight danced in her eyes, illuminating the depth of her internal conflict. "I love you too," she admitted, her voice a fragile whisper, burdened with the weight of her choices. "But I'm not done yet. There are things I can't walk away from, not yet."

The words hung heavy, a tangible barrier between the two of you. With a regretful gaze, Mizu stepped back, her hand lowering the weapon, the distance between you widening with each passing second.

"We were meant to part ways," she murmured, pain etched into the lines of her face, "without goodbyes." With a heavy heart, she stepped back, the moonlight casting an ethereal glow around her tall, slender form draped in a midnight-blue coat.

The ache of her departure eclipsed the echoes of your confession, leaving you stranded amidst the haunting echoes of a love unfulfilled. Mizu vanished into the night, leaving you standing alone, grappling with the shattered pieces of a bond irreparably fractured.

As the city lights dimmed and the night swallowed the remnants of your shared history, you realized that some loves were destined to remain as silent elegies, etched in the corridors of memory, forever unspoken and unfinished.

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A/N: Got me bawling fr, but hope you loved it! As i’m typing this.. it’s 8am, worked on this all night, but hey it was worth it.

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