Gintama; Takasugi X Reader (part 2) [Save Me]

     My eyes flutter open. When the version clears, an unfamiliar ceiling appears. From the looks of it, it's metal. And it's only second away before I know that all the surrounding walls are also made from the same thing. Something bright catches my eyes and I turn to my left. A window stretches big on the wall, though it's made permanently shut. And the sight beyond hits me dumbfounded.

It's dark, but bright at the same time. The source of light neither from electricity nor the sun. But stars. Billions of them. Of course, gazing up the night sky would prove to be similar but this... The stars are shinning too near.

I gape at it before sitting up. Dizziness makes my head heavy. I close my eyes and shrug it off, which after several attempts, the ache lessens.

I observe my surrounding. I'm the only thing that's being caged within these four unpleasant walls, supporting the low ceiling. A shiver runs down me as the chill of the room seeps in.

I'm about to clutch my body, but it immediately flinches when making contact with my own hands. Then I remember.

Moments before I passed out rewinds back like a clip. From when the guy clenching my throat to when he tripped as his sword pierced through me.

My hands fly to my stomach, finding the wound. I'm literally slapping it when I feel no pain. I want to rip open the bloody part of my kimono to see, but one look at the door stops me.

Instead of a door with handles, this has a command box next to it. So that anyone who wishes to enter can press their hands onto it.

Doors like these aren't very usual with homes. And walls of homes certainly don't make of metal. More less with permanent windows.

Unless it's not a home.

The realization hits me like a punch. The room's coldness suddenly doubles as I perceive where I am.

Space. The spacecraft.

I jolt from my sit. My hands absently find my stomach again. This time, I reach into it to feel the cut. Yet my skin runs smooth beneath my cold fingers.

For a minute, I think I'm hallucinating. But the cold solid ground below my feet and the ominous dread seems too real.

How can my wound just...disappeared?

Not long after I manage to suppress a shudder, I hear footsteps outside the door. I snap to whoever is about to enter, whole body tenses.

As the door slides open from the middle, outside reveals a man with ash-blond hair. And behind him is a dark-haired young man. I go still at the sight of him.

The icy blue eyes that burn with hatred. There's no doubt. It's him. The one who took me here. He follows the first man into the room, his grip around the blade at his side tightens when he sees at me.

The light-haired man stops at a distance from me. His dark red eyes root me to the spot. Though they remain on me, their focus implies absence.

A bright smile that doesn't reach his eyes plasters on on the man's face. "Hello." His voice smooth but unsettling. "I see you have awaken."

     "Who are you?" I ask, wary.

     "Yes, of course. I shall introduce myself." His smile never fading as he continues. "I am Utsuro, current leader of The Yatagarasu and also a member of The Tendoushuu."

My wild gaze travels from his still smiling face to his form. And I see some resemblance. He too is wearing attire similar to the man next to him except that on either side of his shoulders burden a dark cape and feathers.