•||Puppet Strings|ChuuyaxReader||• (DISCONTINUED)

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Here's some of the short cuts before we begin the story,

(Y/N) - your name
(L/N) - last name
(E/C) - eye color
(H/L) - hair length
(H/C) - hair color
(F/F) - favorite food
(F/C) - favorite color
(M/N) - mom/mother's name
(F/N) - father's name

these are just some of the short cuts, the others will be mentioned in the story.

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||(Y/N) Pov||

Darkness, that was all I can see in this lonely alleyway.

I'm (Y/N) (L/N), 14 years old, an orphan among the streets of Yokohama. I became an orphan when my parents unfortunately died by some ability users.

Flashback

It was a beautiful day outside, birds are chirping, flowers are blooming, the perfect way to start the afternoon.

I was reading a book by the window, I can see the fields clear as day, but that got interrupted by three men walking towards our house.

I could identify the first man very well, he was tall and slim with long, dark, and messy hair that reaches his shoulders. His eyes are sharp and of a dark purple color, giving him a tired look. He was wearing what it seems to be a buttoned white shirt and white pants, with a long black coat with white fur, and an ushanka-hat.

Then he knocked on the door.

"Mom?" I asked my mom while she was doing the dishes,"Yes, sweetie?" she answered with her sweet and soothing voice.

"A man is knocking on the door." I looked at my mom, worry written on her face. "What does he look like dear?"she kept her calm while asking the question.

"He was tall and slim with shoulder length jet black hair while wearing a ushanka-hat." Now it was obvious that my mom was panicking.

"Go to the back door and run. Run as fast as you can from this house. Grab some of your stuff and leave." "But wh-" "Just go."

I grabbed some of my things and quickly went to the back door. I stepped outside, looking behind me quickly. It seems like my mom called my father to inform him with the situation at hand.

I saw my father open the door, right beside my mom. There were three men outside the door. The man with the jet black hair wearing an ushanka-hat .

The other man had long, straight, light-colored hair that falls past his mid-back. The top of his head was covered by bandages, he was wearing a white sleeved shirt and black tie under a dark-colored vest with some black trousers and plain shoes.