♡ Kryptonite ● Akaza x Reader ●

Chapter 4: "No Plan B"

Suddenly I sensed a clap sound behind me like I didn't kill him a second ago.

"Well done you killed my underlying. Means you proved yourself to be worthy being my meal. I really appreciate your effort."

*there are two demons, how could I not sense this one? The mist and the other monster must have suppressed his appearance. That is not good I am near my limit. A fuck it, never go down without a fight I guess.*

"So you won't speak to me?"

"Like your little friend over there I will slaughter you and the rest of your kind."

I spoke calm but with a deadly undertone. The tension in the air was thick, and was weighting down my already damaged body. The urgency to kill me was visible on the features of this new enemy ahead.

*So what do you have for me? My words were challenging but I have to stay at high alert, till now I don't even know his blood art and the struggle with this dude beforehand didn't help.*

A light wind blew through the alley we were standing in. Forcing my hair in the direction it was heading. We both looked at each other closely, not missing the tiniest movement, because we both knew it could mean death. One precise slice and his or my head would be rolling on the floor. The coldness of the night was a forgotten side fact at this moment, my body was hot, adrenaline was pumping through my veins like it was the only way to stay alive. Maybe this was the case. One last calm breath was inhaled and then like a start signal we both sprinted towards the other.

My steps were light but fast, his were strong and sounded like an earthquake in this peaceful silence.

*Form 2: Clearing fog, strike*

I decided to use a strong slash to hopefully instantly kill this motherfucker. A strange sound was coming from my opponent, but I had no time to think about it.

My swords hit the target and... started to vibrate...?

No, my whole body was shaking, and everything hurt like hell. On top of that he blocked my strike with his arm, I should have easily cut through it so why?

My vision was slightly blurred, and I felt my insides shaking and twisting. I felt like vomiting and coughing out blood droplets which filled my mouth. His face was in front of me but I wasn't able to move an inch. Even though his sinister smile made me angry as hell. His mouth started to move but, nothing. I couldn't hear what he was saying. My ears were ringing and beeping in a high-pitched sound which I never heard bevor. Shakily my hand reached to the side of my head and touched my ear. There I felt something warm, and wet. In sight my fingers were covered in blood, my blood.

It started to seep into my mind what had happened. Sound waves. That was his blood art. My ear drums must have taken real damage...

I could no longer contain my puke and blood inside my system and broke to my knees, letting it all out. Tears formed in the corners of my eyes this feeling was horrible. But the worst was that if he managed to get me with his technique a second time, its game over. Luckily at the moment I wasn't able to hear anything so his attack only meets deaf ears, but a quick glace told me that he was enjoying the show for now. I focused my strength into my feet and against all the protest my body made I managed to jump back some meters stumbling to the ground again. It's difficult to stay balanced with such an injury.

*Damn I shouldn't have attacked this mindlessly. *

Slowly the ringing noise got a little weaker and some other sounds reached me again. One more of this blow and my eardrums will burst.

He spoke to me again as his mouth was moving and like a dull lullaby his words made their way to my ears. Focusing to understand was a little difficult.

"I wanted to see you struggle and let you life a little longer because otherwise you wouldn't have had the honor of hearing my beautiful melody."

OR something like that he said.

Let's be real for now, my situation is hopeless. Even if somehow my body would be able to stand, a slight movement would cause an internal roller-coaster and the dizziness would throw me to the ground once again. Yep, this town will be the last I visited. During my thoughts the demon got closer to me and got a hold of my hair. His hand forced me to look at him and his face seemed displeased, oh yea I ignored him, I was a bit distracted by my own pain sorry.

In the blink of an eye his whole appearance changed, he contained himself until this moment, now he got verry furious and threw me onto the ground. My back hit the floor beneath me and reminded me of the wounds from visiting my parents' house. I haven't realized that a heart shattering scream escaped my mouth. The moment I noticed I shut it and endured the pain in silence again. It isn't my thing to please this demon with my screams, at least this was something he shouldn't get. My eyes wandered to my right side as I sensed someone nearing.

Akaza POV:

I was wandering through the forests in search for the blue spider lily my master demanded to have. In this search I sensed two strong individuals nearby. Instantly my feet carried me towards this battle. My plan was to fight the winner of it and prove my strength and get another step forward to becoming the strongest.

As I reached the battle ground everything seemed decided because one individual was thrown to the ground and screamed from the top of its lungs. Till one of them isn't able to fight anymore, I wanted to stay out of it and watch.

Y/n POV: 

The disgusting demon I was fighting stepped to my form and halted above my face. He looked down on me with an entertained expression.

"Do not contain your screams, let me hear the sweet voice of yours, women."

He spoke the last word like venom. His spit reached my face as he spoke and I cringed. But my gaze was cold and distant like I couldn't give less fucks about him. This got him to his breaking point, and he started to stomp on my abdomen and ribcage.

"YOU BITCH DON'T LOOK AT ME LIKE YOU DON'T CARE YOU WEAK PITYFUL CREATURE, YOU SHOULD BEG TO LIFE!"

It hurt. It hurt like nothing else before. It gave me the real impression of dying at any moment. My head fell to the left, ready to get embraced by death. Before I could drift off into the darkness, I saw a glimpse of pink in the bushes of the forest. I forced my lids open as curiosity got the best of me. What I saw were those beautiful eyes. Time stayed still, for a moment the pain was gone. I never thought of seeing him again, he looked a bit shocked. He was watching my execution while I said such over enthusiastic words to him. Ridiculous of me to think he would even remember me.

My head was once again pulled in the air and towards my personal killer.

"Oh, I though you were dead by now."

I spat in his face: "like hell, is that all you got?"

He dropped me and I already was on the verge of passing out now, accepting my fate, that was unavoidable, which was my death. But he didn't continue his torture. A minute later I felt two arms carefully picking me up. Warmth was emitting from them, and they guided my body almost gently into the air. My head fell back, no tension or strength left in my muscles. Whoever this may be I felt safe or safe enough and instantly passed out due to exhaustion. 

Song inspirations for this Chapter: 

Manafest: "No plan B"

papercut massacre : "Lose my life"

Three days Grace: "Time of dying"