Master Yiseeks
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AN: Some backstory. I've recently rewatched Mirai Nikki, and I've forgotten just how much i loved it. I went looking for some fanFiction for it, couldn't find much notable ones other than Knights Diary and one about Third. I went on TvTropes, and there was a mention of a fic called Guardian of The Sixth. Unfortunately, the link is dead, but the idea of Tsubaki having a guardian of sorts stuck with me. There will be massive changes in the plot; Diary Holders may die earlier and later than in canon.
WARNING: There is mention of sexual abuse/rape in this chapter. Nothing graphic is shown, but I'd just thought to mention it.
"Yuki...wake up, Yuki..."
The Law of Causality...
"This isn't funny, okay?!"
Cause and Effect...
"Get up Yuki! Get up!"
The links of Karma's chain bind around us...
"Yuki..."
Finished off with a red string.
"I'll save you...Yuki."
The passage of Time affects all things, living and nonliving, the imaginary and the material. Is it really so hard to believe...
That links could be formed?
*
'Everything cruel comes from the Outside World' A young girl thought this, staring silently out of the wooden cell she had been imprisoned as countless men had their way with her...
'The world that only I can perceive...it sickens me.' Thoughts came to her, of a time when her parents were alive. She was happy than, still the figurehead of the cults devotion but her parents were there to protect her.
She remembered the day when she was playing with her mothers handball- she must have still been six than, and the handball had long since been claimed by the Outside World- when a boy entered shyly behind a couple slightly older than her own parents.
They smiled and laughed with her mother and father, but the boy, who seemed quite a bit older than Tsubaki, fidgeted and kept eyeing everything in the room. When he finally caught sight of her, he blushed and turned away, scratching at his dark hair.
"So you noticed our little Tsubaki-chan!" Her father cried out joyfully, patting the boy on his head. To her, her father turned and extended a hand. "Come, Tsubaki. Meet your cousin, Tatsuhiro-kun."
Tsubaki walked over to the boy, who looked at her, slightly avoiding direct eye contact. While her eyesight was limited, she noticed his smile. Now slightly more at ease, she smiled back. "Hello there, Tatsuhiro-oniisama."
The boy bowed in return. "Good Morning, Ojou-sama. My name is Tatsuhiro Heiwajiima. It is a pleasure to make your acquaintance."
The adults around them chuckled at the respectable greeting, and Tatsuhiro's father patted him on the head. "Why don't you take Tsubaki outside to play, Tatsuhiro?"
Tatsuhiro's eyes widened at the responsibility he had been given. "Yes, Otou-sama!" He exclaimed, taking Tsubaki's soft hand in his own. "Come, Ojou-sama!"
Tsubaki nodded frantically as she was led by the boy outside to the grass near the koi pond. Tatsuhiro turned to face her, and bowed. "Any game you request, Ojou-Sama, and I shall provide it to the best of my abilities!"
Tsubaki looked shyly at her handball. She looked at her older cousin, standing there in plain clothing and a determined smile on his face. She held up her mothers handball, and asked, "A game of catch?"
Her cousin nodded in acceptance. "Alright! I'll show you everything I can do!" He declared, catching the ball as Tsubaki tossed it to him. "Watch this! Tatsuhiro...THROW!"
Tsubaki's eyes widened in anticipation of the epic throw, only to sweatdrop as Tatsuhiro gently tossed the ball to her. "...was...was that it?"
Tatsuhiro looked offended. "Just a bad throw, Ojou-sama! Make no mistake, I'm a good thrower!" He yelled, catching the handball again. He tossed it slightly too hard this time, and when Tsubaki moved to catch it, she slipped on the grass.
"Woah!"
Tatsuhiro moved quickly, reaching Tsubaki's side on the ground. Tsubaki rubbed her knee, and Tatsuhiro moved to inspect it. "You're bleeding! I'm sorry, Ojou-sama!"
Tsubaki stopped running the small cut on her knee. "It's alright, Tatsuhiro-oniisama..." Tatsuhiro cut her off.
"No! I am but a mere servant to one such as you, Ojou-sama. You should not use such an honorific with one of my standing in regards to you! And as your servant, I must protect you from all things that may harm you! I swear this, Ojou-sama!"
Tsubaki looked at the sheer concern radiating in Tatsuhiro's eyes, and nodded. "Than...one favor, Tatsuhiro-san."
Tatsuhiro nodded, ready to assist.
Tsubaki smiled, placing one of her small hands in his. "Call me Tsubaki."
*
The young man lying on a futon scratched his stubble, thinking to his recent dream. Though a nightmare would be more appropriate.
He saw his twelve year old cousin, his Tsubaki-Ojousama, being...raped at the hands of her own cult members. He was sickened by it, but had passed it off as him just being worried for her. But with his instincts screaming at him, he decided to take the next bullet train to Sakurami. Of course, it would require some time to get there from Hokkaido, so there was no use lounging about.
The man, a Seventeen-year old Tatsuhiro, gathered his supplies quickly into a bag. Applying his outfit, consisting of Hakama pants, an white inner robe, a black sash and a green outer robe with the Sacred Eye cult symbol on his back, he grabbed his sword donned in a black sheathe. He attached it to the right of his person using the Obi, and placed a pair of Geta slippers on.
Tying his shaggy unkempt hair into a top knot, he scratched once more at his slight stubble before deciding against shaving. The next train was due to arrive any minute now, and there was no way he'd miss it.
*
"Welcome to Sakurami City. We hope you enjoy yourselves!"
Tatsuhiro stood standing in the train, the other passengers giving him a wide berth. When the train came to a stop, Tatsuhiro stepped off and briskly began walking. The path to the Onekata Temple had been ingrained into his mind from years of study, and he could already see the large wooden gate...which was unfortunately closed.
He looked at it, sighed, and forced his hands against it. With a grunt of effort, he opened the massive gate, noticing the wooden block was not laid across to stop the gate from opening.
He continued his walk, ignoring the calls of the Onekata cultists, making his way to the main shrine. Placing a hand on the closed door, he took a deep breath, and opened the door.
Filth...
He withdrew his blade upon the sight of the pigs inflicting harm against his Tsubaki-ojousama, and continued his pace to the opening of the cell.
"Hey, who the hell are-?" The man could not finish his sentence as Tatsuhiro drew his sword down in a powerful slash, slicing through the man's skin and muscles, almost completely cutting the man diagonally in half. The other cultists noticed this, and stopped their defilement of his Tsubaki-ojousama.
"For the crime of inflicting such filth upon Tsubaki-ojousama...your punishment is death." He stated in a hard tone. One of the men began to yell obscenities at him, and so Tatsuhiro sliced through his neck. "Refrain from using such vulgar language as I slice you like the pigs you are. Tsubaki-ojousama should not have to deal with your empty words."
One of the filthy pigs attempted to flee, tripping upon the multitude of bodily fluids scattered across the floor. Tatsuhiro smashed his Geta clad foot upon the man's back, breaking a rib upon impact. He stabbed his blade into the man's chest, once, twice, three times, before slashing the man's neck. The blood dropped off his blade in a soothing fashion, quieting his rage ever so slightly.
"Ah...they're all dead." Tatsuhiro noted, glancing at the corpses around him. He looked at the pathetic sight of his Tsubaki-ojousama, huddled in the corner of the cell with nothing to cover her modesty. Tatsuhiro advanced gently, tears in his eyes as Tsubaki-ojousama presented herself to him with such a blank, dead gaze in her eyes.
The samurai took off his outer robe, and placed it around Tsubaki-ojousama, before placing his arms around her. "I'm sorry...I'm so sorry, Tsubaki-ojousama! I never should have left all those years ago...I will atone for my mistakes in any way you wish! I shall commit Seppuku..." He swore, one hand already reaching for his blade. A soft hand covered his own, and he paused as the voice of his Tsubaki-Ojousama emerged.
"No...stay, Tatsuhiro-San..."
Tatsuhiro nodded his head, and pulled Tsubaki-ojousama closer to his body. "I swear...I shall stay by your side for as long as you wish a mere servant like me to be with you. Anything that attempts to defile you ever again...I shall end them with my blade. This I swear..."
AN: End of the first chapter. Please, leave a review telling me what you think! This is actually my first time writing for Mirai Nikki.
Also, Tsubaki is currently twelve, while Tatsuhiro is seventeen. This chapter takes place two years before the events of the main series, which should be next chapter.
WARNING: There is mention of sexual abuse/rape in this chapter. Nothing graphic is shown, but I'd just thought to mention it.
"Yuki...wake up, Yuki..."
The Law of Causality...
"This isn't funny, okay?!"
Cause and Effect...
"Get up Yuki! Get up!"
The links of Karma's chain bind around us...
"Yuki..."
Finished off with a red string.
"I'll save you...Yuki."
The passage of Time affects all things, living and nonliving, the imaginary and the material. Is it really so hard to believe...
That links could be formed?
*
*
*
'Everything cruel comes from the Outside World' A young girl thought this, staring silently out of the wooden cell she had been imprisoned as countless men had their way with her...
'The world that only I can perceive...it sickens me.' Thoughts came to her, of a time when her parents were alive. She was happy than, still the figurehead of the cults devotion but her parents were there to protect her.
She remembered the day when she was playing with her mothers handball- she must have still been six than, and the handball had long since been claimed by the Outside World- when a boy entered shyly behind a couple slightly older than her own parents.
They smiled and laughed with her mother and father, but the boy, who seemed quite a bit older than Tsubaki, fidgeted and kept eyeing everything in the room. When he finally caught sight of her, he blushed and turned away, scratching at his dark hair.
"So you noticed our little Tsubaki-chan!" Her father cried out joyfully, patting the boy on his head. To her, her father turned and extended a hand. "Come, Tsubaki. Meet your cousin, Tatsuhiro-kun."
Tsubaki walked over to the boy, who looked at her, slightly avoiding direct eye contact. While her eyesight was limited, she noticed his smile. Now slightly more at ease, she smiled back. "Hello there, Tatsuhiro-oniisama."
The boy bowed in return. "Good Morning, Ojou-sama. My name is Tatsuhiro Heiwajiima. It is a pleasure to make your acquaintance."
The adults around them chuckled at the respectable greeting, and Tatsuhiro's father patted him on the head. "Why don't you take Tsubaki outside to play, Tatsuhiro?"
Tatsuhiro's eyes widened at the responsibility he had been given. "Yes, Otou-sama!" He exclaimed, taking Tsubaki's soft hand in his own. "Come, Ojou-sama!"
Tsubaki nodded frantically as she was led by the boy outside to the grass near the koi pond. Tatsuhiro turned to face her, and bowed. "Any game you request, Ojou-Sama, and I shall provide it to the best of my abilities!"
Tsubaki looked shyly at her handball. She looked at her older cousin, standing there in plain clothing and a determined smile on his face. She held up her mothers handball, and asked, "A game of catch?"
Her cousin nodded in acceptance. "Alright! I'll show you everything I can do!" He declared, catching the ball as Tsubaki tossed it to him. "Watch this! Tatsuhiro...THROW!"
Tsubaki's eyes widened in anticipation of the epic throw, only to sweatdrop as Tatsuhiro gently tossed the ball to her. "...was...was that it?"
Tatsuhiro looked offended. "Just a bad throw, Ojou-sama! Make no mistake, I'm a good thrower!" He yelled, catching the handball again. He tossed it slightly too hard this time, and when Tsubaki moved to catch it, she slipped on the grass.
"Woah!"
Tatsuhiro moved quickly, reaching Tsubaki's side on the ground. Tsubaki rubbed her knee, and Tatsuhiro moved to inspect it. "You're bleeding! I'm sorry, Ojou-sama!"
Tsubaki stopped running the small cut on her knee. "It's alright, Tatsuhiro-oniisama..." Tatsuhiro cut her off.
"No! I am but a mere servant to one such as you, Ojou-sama. You should not use such an honorific with one of my standing in regards to you! And as your servant, I must protect you from all things that may harm you! I swear this, Ojou-sama!"
Tsubaki looked at the sheer concern radiating in Tatsuhiro's eyes, and nodded. "Than...one favor, Tatsuhiro-san."
Tatsuhiro nodded, ready to assist.
Tsubaki smiled, placing one of her small hands in his. "Call me Tsubaki."
*
*
*
That dream...The young man lying on a futon scratched his stubble, thinking to his recent dream. Though a nightmare would be more appropriate.
He saw his twelve year old cousin, his Tsubaki-Ojousama, being...raped at the hands of her own cult members. He was sickened by it, but had passed it off as him just being worried for her. But with his instincts screaming at him, he decided to take the next bullet train to Sakurami. Of course, it would require some time to get there from Hokkaido, so there was no use lounging about.
The man, a Seventeen-year old Tatsuhiro, gathered his supplies quickly into a bag. Applying his outfit, consisting of Hakama pants, an white inner robe, a black sash and a green outer robe with the Sacred Eye cult symbol on his back, he grabbed his sword donned in a black sheathe. He attached it to the right of his person using the Obi, and placed a pair of Geta slippers on.
Tying his shaggy unkempt hair into a top knot, he scratched once more at his slight stubble before deciding against shaving. The next train was due to arrive any minute now, and there was no way he'd miss it.
*
*
*
"Welcome to Sakurami City. We hope you enjoy yourselves!"
Tatsuhiro stood standing in the train, the other passengers giving him a wide berth. When the train came to a stop, Tatsuhiro stepped off and briskly began walking. The path to the Onekata Temple had been ingrained into his mind from years of study, and he could already see the large wooden gate...which was unfortunately closed.
He looked at it, sighed, and forced his hands against it. With a grunt of effort, he opened the massive gate, noticing the wooden block was not laid across to stop the gate from opening.
He continued his walk, ignoring the calls of the Onekata cultists, making his way to the main shrine. Placing a hand on the closed door, he took a deep breath, and opened the door.
Filth...
He withdrew his blade upon the sight of the pigs inflicting harm against his Tsubaki-ojousama, and continued his pace to the opening of the cell.
"Hey, who the hell are-?" The man could not finish his sentence as Tatsuhiro drew his sword down in a powerful slash, slicing through the man's skin and muscles, almost completely cutting the man diagonally in half. The other cultists noticed this, and stopped their defilement of his Tsubaki-ojousama.
"For the crime of inflicting such filth upon Tsubaki-ojousama...your punishment is death." He stated in a hard tone. One of the men began to yell obscenities at him, and so Tatsuhiro sliced through his neck. "Refrain from using such vulgar language as I slice you like the pigs you are. Tsubaki-ojousama should not have to deal with your empty words."
One of the filthy pigs attempted to flee, tripping upon the multitude of bodily fluids scattered across the floor. Tatsuhiro smashed his Geta clad foot upon the man's back, breaking a rib upon impact. He stabbed his blade into the man's chest, once, twice, three times, before slashing the man's neck. The blood dropped off his blade in a soothing fashion, quieting his rage ever so slightly.
"Ah...they're all dead." Tatsuhiro noted, glancing at the corpses around him. He looked at the pathetic sight of his Tsubaki-ojousama, huddled in the corner of the cell with nothing to cover her modesty. Tatsuhiro advanced gently, tears in his eyes as Tsubaki-ojousama presented herself to him with such a blank, dead gaze in her eyes.
The samurai took off his outer robe, and placed it around Tsubaki-ojousama, before placing his arms around her. "I'm sorry...I'm so sorry, Tsubaki-ojousama! I never should have left all those years ago...I will atone for my mistakes in any way you wish! I shall commit Seppuku..." He swore, one hand already reaching for his blade. A soft hand covered his own, and he paused as the voice of his Tsubaki-Ojousama emerged.
"No...stay, Tatsuhiro-San..."
Tatsuhiro nodded his head, and pulled Tsubaki-ojousama closer to his body. "I swear...I shall stay by your side for as long as you wish a mere servant like me to be with you. Anything that attempts to defile you ever again...I shall end them with my blade. This I swear..."
AN: End of the first chapter. Please, leave a review telling me what you think! This is actually my first time writing for Mirai Nikki.
Also, Tsubaki is currently twelve, while Tatsuhiro is seventeen. This chapter takes place two years before the events of the main series, which should be next chapter.