♡ Kryptonite ● Akaza x Reader ●

Chapter 9: "Wake Up To Reality"

POV Y/N: 

I awoke from a dreamless sleep which could have lasted one hour or one week. My body didn't felt cold anymore and my overall state felt much better than the last time I opened my eyes.

*So I am not dead... nice*

I began moving a little to activate my sore and aching muscles. The sensation in my arms and legs was back but at that moment it felt like needles pinching into my skin. My whole form must hurt from lying a long period of time. This pain was endurable and a little price to pay for the chance to use my limbs like before.

I used my elbows to steady my torso and lifted it up from the futon. This was the first time I got an all-around sight of the hut I was located. There wasn't much facility inside, just the fire pit, the futon, a little drawer and a doorway into another room or outside. On top of the drawer was an oil lamp which lit the room because the fire burned down and only embers were left back. The windows were nailed shut with wood that no sunbeam hand the chance of breaking through.

*Seems like a nice hideout for a demon. Speaking of which where is Akaza?*

I couldn't make him out inside, therefore I assumed that it has to be nighttime otherwise he should be here most likely. I don't know why but I always seem to stumble in his way. My mind was bond to him since the moment we met, I wasn't able to explain anything going on inside my brain but his presence simply calmed me down.

I felt the need to eat and drink something. Next to my bed I found a glass of water. With big gulps I emptied it in seconds, feeling instantly a little less sick. But the problem occurring next was my hunger.

*Damn how the hell should I find something to eat?!*

I lifted my whole body up to a standing position, feeling weak in my legs. My first steps were slow, and I felt like falling down any moment. The walls became my best friends because they steadied me. I wanted to get to the other room in hopes that there was a kitchen, eventually here must have lived humans and that means I could perhaps find something edible.

My theory was proven right, the other room was in fact a kitchen. In the few drawers might be the treasure I am looking for.

Without hesitation I began looking into every drawer, finding some pots, pans and dried herbs, as well as knives, forks and the heaven on earth, potatoes. In the corner were some barrels, with further inspection I could tell that some contained wine and the other water. *Perfekt!*

I filled my pot with water and took a glass full of wine with me. After some time, I got all my utensils and brought them to the fire pit, where I used the rest of the hot coal to light up some firewood, which I found next to it. I cooked my potatoes, cut the herbs and managed to make a decent soup with everything I had.

After my hunger was stilled I wanted to look at my frost wounds. This action though wasn't one to accomplish, because when I looked down on me I saw big dried blood stains all over my uniform and even parts of my skin. My eyes widen in shock, remembering that my fight wasn't bloody enough to explain this. My whole body froze not wanting to imagine how this blood got onto me and who's it was. My hands got shaky as I got an idea what this could be. The next second I peeled out of my uniform, not wanting the blood of innocent souls stain my body. Nothing seeped through and my underwear was clean to my relief.

In the barrel with the water I tried to wash my clothes and eventually got most of the stains out of it. When the blood got wet again it tainted the water in the barrel crimson red and emitted a smell of a rotten corpse. The thought of me wearing this for I don't even know how long made me sick and turned my stomach upside down. I had to concentrate not to empty my freshly filled belly.

*How dare he mark me with the consequences of his cruel behavior?!*

I thought to myself furiously. This was enough blood to assume that he wasn't just killing to eat one human, this was enough for a mercilessly hunting act. Showing no sign of sympathy, fallen into a brainless bloodthirst.

*I don't want to know what he must have looked like, when I already got this much 'color'.*

This was it I was angry. My clothes were drying next to fire, hopefully fast enough to get outta here before he comes back.

My mind was in a conflict, remembering the soft touch he shared with me and the shameless killing spree he went on. In my chest I felt something tiny crumble a bit it made me sad and also more angry because how in the world could I even think trusting this... this thing was a good idea. Ridiculous, pathetic... hurtful. I was enraged with myself, with him and the whole world.

An inner roller-coaster of emotions rushed in my brain. Till the last thing I felt was guilt, regret, shame and sadness. Guilt because I wasn't strong enough to kill him on the first encounter or to safe anyone from him. Regret because I thanked him for saving my life, after killing hundred others. Shame for trusting him. Sadness because I still wanted to trust him, thinking he is my savior. Sadness because he handled me with such care, decency and caution that one might think I would break due to a gust of wind. My chest hurt more and more, giving me an impression on how much I really wanted him to be different. Without noticing I developed such a bond to this demon who managed to save me twice, spared my life once and spent me warmth in my misery.

In the shortest amount of time I experienced a form of attraction I never felt before. He captured my interest and made me curious about himself.

Tears formed in my eyes, not daring to fall. I didn't want to allow myself to cry over something that couldn't even happen in my dreams. My emotions got the best of me and the droplets fell from my face to the ground, creating little puddles and shimmering in the dancing lights of the fire. With my hand I wiped away some of the tears.

His face, full of care stayed inside my brain. The moment he wiped my tears and how he looked at me. This image was still the only way I could imagine him, even though I tried to imagine how he was covered in blood and guts, I could not see him that way.

His yellow and blue eyes full of curiosity like the ones of a child, his pink hair and lashes making him look innocent and cute, his pupils written in kanji showing his success and prove his strength.

I pulled my knees towards my body and hugged them tight with my arms, my head sunk down and I let the tears fall in silence. 

Song inspiration for Chapter 9:

Alec Benjamin: "The devil doesn't  bargain"