Keep Fighting

𓊈卍 𝟏𝟗 卍𓊉

!Trigger Warning!

Violence, murder, mentions of rape, suicided, and other triggering topics.

If you don't want to see any of that, be careful with the end of scene one, and don't read scene three.

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It's been a whole week since the battle of August third. Nakano is finally getting released from the hospital now that her feet have been healed enough for her to walk on her own.

Though, she hasn't seen very many people, not that she cares. Her brother, on the other hand, swung by shortly after Manjiro left, and told her that Draken managed to live.

To say that five second conversation was painful... Is a massive understatement.

Takemichi couldn't bring himself to look her in the eyes, while she couldn't keep hers off of him. She needed him, but he was afraid of her. She made him fear her. She wanted to reach out and hug him tightly. To feel that sense of security with him again. But if he doesn't feel safe with her, then that embrace would mean nothing.

Her mother didn't even come to at least tell her that she's finally in her place, but honestly, that's the last person Nakano wanted to see. She doesn't even know why she still bothers trying to get that woman's approval. She's really starting to hate her now.

She tried to finally get it out, and hoped her brother would understand and continue to stay by her. All she wants, all she needs, is someone to stay by her side. Someone to light her way. Is that too much to ask for?

She was a fool to think her brother would understand. He could never understand what she's gone through. He's nowhere near ready to hear her story, if he ever will be.

She doesn't even know if she's ready to tell him herself. Her story is far too difficult to tell, and unbearably painful to reminisce. Even thinking about telling it is starting to make her burn up with all sorts of negative and raw emotions.

Or was it her fault as well? She can barely remember what she told her brother that night. For all she knows, she probably sounded like she was spitting complete bullshit that made her sound like a serial killer. Or perhaps she pushed him away again?

She has no fucking idea anymore. She's completely lost.

Other than overthinking and drowning in her sorrow, the past week has also been uneventful. She only saw her brother for five seconds, and the only constant visitor she had was Manjiro.

She woke up with him next to her the morning after the battle. He made sure she ate before going to see Draken. The days after that, he'd come to see before visiting hours closed. He often brought her a little snack. He either talked non stop, or just napped next to her.

She found herself not only tolerating his presence, but she enjoyed it as well. She was content when he was around, and she forgot about her brother for a time. It was peaceful with him. And, due to lack of a better word, calming.

For a whole month, she wanted nothing but to kill him. But now, she wishes she had met him sooner.

She didn't wake up alone, and someone else besides herself or someone obligated to take care of her, was taking care of her.

Manjiro didn't have to do any of that, but he still did.

For her.

This only adds to her guilt, but she was grateful for it. She got to know him pretty well, since he told her all sorts of stories from his family, to his friends and the gang and how he spent his time with them.