《KuroxReader》Chapter 4: Painful Past
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I walk into the living room and lay on the couch. "What a pain today was..." Then I start sipping my cola, even though I got it for (Y/N), but then I realised that she doesn't like cola, so she won't mind. Then there was a big crash in the house along with a yell, right behind me. I spit out my cola and look behind me and see a figure. "Who's there? Are you here for my Eve? If that's the case, I'll show no mercy!" "Hiya, Nii-san!" A familiar voice says. Then the figure steps out. "Lawless! What are you doing here?" "Just popping in to say hello." I stare at him until he tells me the truth. "Ok, it's Licht." I shake my head and sigh. "How did I not know...?" Then there's another crash. "There you are, you rotten hedgehog!" Licht tries to hit Lawless but he keep dodging them. "Shut up!" I whisper. "You're gonna wake her up!" They stop and look at me, confused. "Her?" They both say. "Yes! My Eve!" "Oh..." Lawless looks at Licht. "Look what you've done to this place, Tenshi-chan!" "Me?! You did it, Shit Rat!" "You started it!" Then they keep arguing. Then (Y/N) comes out of her room. "Kuro? What're you-" Then Licht kicks Lawless flying towards (Y/N). I gasp. "Look out!" I yell. I quickly grab her and run to the other side, pressing my arms against the wall, protecting her. I huff. I look at (Y/N). "You-" She gasps and blushes. I blush as well. "Oh, uh, s-sorry..." Then I take my arms off the wall. She clutches her arm, looking away and blushing. "I-its ok..." Then she looks at the other two. "Who are you?" (Y/N) asks. Lawless bows down and says, "My name is Lawless. I'm the SerVamp of Greed. And this is my amazing Eve, Jekylland Licht Toriyoki! An Angel!" The Eve then kicks his SerVamp and sends him flying. "W-what are you doing?!" "I hate that guy..." (Y/N) gasps. "Wait a minute... Jekylland Licht Toriyoki? You're that famous pianist, aren't you?" He nods. "That's right. My music is amazing, isn't it?" "Uh, actually, I've never heard your music before..." "Oh..." Then she walks up to the hole in the wall and sighs, folding her arms. "This is going to take a while to mend..." Then Licht puts an arm around her shoulders. "Don't worry. I got this." He then makes a piano appear. (Y/N) looks confused. "Where did that come from?!" Licht looks at (Y/N) and smiles. "It's my weapon." (Y/N) stays silent. "Anyway, let me fix it." Licht says. He starts playing. Then (Y/N) widens her eyes and falls to her knees, clutching her head once she hears the music. I run towards her and kneel down and touch her shoulder. "(Y/N)? What's wrong?" Then I realise she's breathing heavily. I put a hand on her head and put my forehead against her's again. "Hey. Just relax. Take it slow. I'm here for you. What's wrong?" "My body... Feels heavy and... T-this... Song... It's doing something to me..." "Something? Like what?" "M-my past... I can't put it b-behind me... I can't f-face it..." I widen my eyes. "What...?" Then she groans and widen her eyes. "Stop it!" She yells. "Why? Why did you this to me?! You had a choice! Why didn't you choose me?! I hate you. I hate you, father!" Then she screams in pain with tears rolling down her cheeks and punches the ground. I gasp. I didn't know that Lawless was looking as well. What the hell is going on?! "(Y/N)! Can you hear me?" "I did everything for you! You stupid, selfish, bastard! But still. You chose her, over your own daughter! I don't care what I call you! I'm stating the truth! You fucking bitch!" Then she coughs out blood. Then blood scrapes across her face and screams, then more tears roll down her cheeks. "Get away from me!" Then I realised what's going on. She's in another world, but her body's still with me. "You're nothing to me... You bastard..." Then she collapses. "(Y/N)!" Then Licht stops playing as the wall is mended. "What happened?" I asked him. He turns to me. "Her past mended the wall. This wall is special in a way. Her mother made this, but I don't know with what or how." I gasp, then growl. "Look what you've done to her!" He looks at her. "I didn't think her past was that painful." "Well, it is!" I look down. "A bit like mine." Tears escape from my eyes once I see (Y/N)'s face, all bloody. "Leave." "Why don't you leave as well?" "I can't. I'm her SerVamp. So I have to stay with her. Sure, she's a pain sometimes, but we promised each other that we'd be there for each other, no matter what." Lawless gasps, then nods and smiles. "Tenshi-chan, let's go. She needs him." "Whatever..." Then Tensh- I mean Licht leaves. "I bid you good luck, Nii-san. Not that you'll need it." Lawless says, walking away. "Thank you, brother." I say as he walks away. Then I look back at (Y/N). I sigh. "I really don't wanna do this, (Y/N). But you leave me no choice." I blush. I look around just in case if Lawless and Licht are still around. No one. I sigh and start licking (Y/N)'s face. The chains appear, but I deactivate them and put my hood back up again. I keep her close to my chest to protect her. "Don't worry. I've got you. I'm never going to give you to anyone, 'cause I promised that I would protect you and it's my job." Then she starts to cough. "(Y/N)?" She slowly opens her eyes and looks at me. "K-Kuro?" She smiles and blushes. I blush more. "Oh, uh, hey. Are you feeling any better?" She sighs. "What's wrong?" I ask. She shakes her head and then she looks at me, smiling. "You licked my face, didn't you?" Damn it... I gasp and look away, blushing more. "Only to heal your face..." She chuckles. "Don't worry, it's fine." She looks down. "What's the matter?" "Kuro..." "Yeah?" "For how long was I in another world?" "Well, not too long." "But it felt like years! Very painful years!" She says, burying her face in her hands. "(Y/N)... Look. My past was painful too. It's not just you." She slowly looks up at me, with tears in her eyes. "Really?" I nod. I pull her towards my chest, then she wraps her arms around me and cries. Then I put one of my arms around her. "I'm sorry, Kuro." "You shouldn't be. And don't worry. Everything's gonna be just fine as long as we're together." "Kuro? Can I tell you about my past? So I can get it outta my head?" "If that's what you want." "Well... It was a a couple of years ago. My father was a very abusive man. He hurt me either physically or emotionally. I still have bruises from it." She rolls up her sleeves. There are bruises all over her arms. I gasp. Oh my god... "He always came back home drunk. Then, one day, he cheated on my mother and she didn't know about any of this. He found out that I knew and he beat me. So the next day, I couldn't take it anymore... And I killed him. With my bare hands." I widen my eyes. Her past is a bit like mine... "Nobody knew who killed him or how he died. Later on throughout the month, my mother died. My mother was a kind, loving person. And she was beautiful. I'm proud to be her daughter and she was proud to be my mother. I loved her dearly. They said it was an accident at work that killed her. After that, I had no one. It was my own fault. It was all my fault. My relatives didn't know what to do with me. Fortunately, my aunt stepped up and ended up taking me in. But she died a couple of months ago. But I'm fine to live on my own now." "(Y/N), I'm so sorry to hear that." She smiles. "It's fine." She hugs me and I blush. "Thanks, Kuro..." "Y-yeah, no problem..."
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