My Everything [D.N. Angel One-Shot: Krad x Reader]

My Everything [One-Shot]

Her love, her promises - they meant nothing.

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The room he was in was dark and eerie when he took over the body of the young Hikari heir. The room was in havoc and consisted of an old, ragged bed, a dusty mirror, and murky carpets underneath his feet. The dark sky that was absent of stars and clouds loomed outside of the only window in the room. The drapes that were hanging over it was torn apart and was drained of its color. There was only the haunting yet beautiful face of the moon on the dark velvet sky, he could see it from his peripheral vision. The room reeked of old age and death, but he could still pick up the subtle soft scent of floral perfume. The only door of the room creaked silently as the air blew softly inside the room. It was obvious that the cringes were already broken and he was honestly surprised that the door itself hadn't landed on the floor yet.

He remained still on his spot, his heart beating wildly. He knew this room very well; he knew every contour and outline of it. He knew how it looked like when it wasn't rundown, how it smelled like when it didn't reeked of death.

A memory of his past flashed across his mind and it was enough to make him think in silent contemplation, wondering why he was remembering all of it. They came in slowly, drowning him like a sea of nothingness. He tried to rid of the memories that plagued him every time he remembered.

A visible frown formed on his lips as the memories persisted. He wanted to forget, he really did, yet, he knew - however hard he tried to deny it - that his efforts were futile. He knew for a fact that the past cannot be erased and he told himself that he shouldn't even be bothered by it.

He should just forget.

He let out an angry curse when he saw his reflection in the mirror that was coincidentally facing his way. It broke into a million pieces as he threw the nearest object near it, the sound echoing in his ears. The way the shards fell on the carpeted floor reminded him of the droplets of rain that fell from the sky during a rainy season and then he let out a sudden twisted yet wry laugh as his body shook in a rather helpless way. He leaned down, right hand resting itself on his rather perfect features and he let out a curse when even that reminded him of it - everything from how it began and how it ended.

The memories were clear and he could feel the pain in his chest, the pain he thought he had forgotten.

"My everything, huh?" He whispered to himself, chuckling wryly.

How nauseating.

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"Kokuyoku," was the first thing he had heard once he was born. The room he could see before him was filled with various paintings of which some were of beautiful sceneries while the others seemed to be of dark curses. It was fairly dark with a measly oil lamp as the only source of light inside the room. The room, overall, was empty. There was but one window and a door that was amiably closed at the corner and a mirror that was conveniently placed on the side. What really caught his attention, however, was the woman that sat before him. She was wearing a dress that contemplated her pale but fair skin, her hair up in a messy bun. She wore a silver cross around her neck, its surface glinting as the light from the oil lamp reflected from it. Various colors of paint were on her skin and clothes, but it didn't seem to bother her as a smile formed on her beautifully painted lips, eyes seemingly focused on what was before her – him.

"Are you awake yet?" She spoke with grace and calmness as her fingers touched him. He could feel her warm and soft fingers. "You must be. It is I who gave life to you, after all."

She hummed slightly, settling the paintbrush she was holding down the side table close to her. Her eyes never left him and it appeared to be as if she was waiting.