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A Wrong Turn ( V!Tamaki Amajiki X Reader )

The smell of liquor ligured on your body as you trampled out of a bar that you often worked for. Even though you got off early for your last day of the horrible week, a little fun was spoiled that night. Your body was limp and tired, drowsy as no one had the energy or kindness to walk you home for the sake of it, so you decided you would be better off on your own.

The drunkenness in your mind made you feel lousy as you pushed open the light but heavy to your muscles, door. Stumbling out of it into an alleyway and picking up the coat and bag slumping it over your shoulders. Your body moved to the rhythm of the cars passing, slightly tripping over each foot and walking onto the sidewalk. You knew it wasn't the very best idea to be walking outside at midnight when not many people would be out dining tonight or even in the car; however, you tried your best to hold yourself up.

Making your feet place themselves in front of you, you make your way home slowly down the sidewalk with the light from the street lights hanging over your head making your body feel familiar with a bed. You felt as if your house was only a few steps away but your mind was telling you differently. The lingering indigo eyes stared at your helpless body that swayed down the cement slowly. Studying each placement of a foot and the color of your eyes.

You came to the side of the walk to look up at the red light that told you to stop if any cars were to come flying down the street in a hurry. You stood there for a split second and then scoffed,

"C'monn... it's been like 3 minutes!" you yelled, you were tempted to cross even though you knew no cars were to come down any minute. Your head turned in the sway of anger to see a lightened alleyway that practically made your body draw closer to it, you ignored it at first then looked back to the red light then back to the alleyway. While swinging your head back and forth you caught the eyes of a poster that felt as if it was staring into your soul, a wanted poster. The heroes seemed as if they hadn't gotten another one, any other than the most wanted one at the moment. From the memory of the recent news that was constantly playing at the bar a few weeks ago... a graduated hero seemed to use their abilities to the highest, making it their way with their license and turning bad. It was really no surprise turning the fact that it would sometimes happen in history you thought to yourself.

The huge letters seemed fuzzy to your brain so your head looked back at the alleyway in ignorance.

"Eh..." you huffed, thinking to yourself. It wouldn't cause you any harm to take a new way, plus... you have time? Your body finally took a turn in fixing your gaze on the tight walls that fitted around the alleyway just as that light turned green.

Taking steps, your eyes looked up and down the walls but the familiar sound of silence was now pouring out of the ears with the sirens that picked up down the street. Your eardrums clenched from the sudden pitch, closing your eyes from the sensitivity.

Then it stopped, and so did your heart as your body was slammed against the hard brick wall in a sudden force that knocked all the oxygen from your lungs. The rush of blood did not seem to flow through your veins when your body was met with a warm and strong muscular one.

Your eyes looked up to see a dark and swarming figure over you, pointy ears sticking out from each side and long messy hair that hung down from the sides of the head. Your breath got caught in your throat as you gasped loudly, a huge warm cup clammed your mouth shut suddenly. Your eyes tried their best to search the face but the lightened alleyway was nothing but a wall radiating heat off its body.

Body tangled and struggling, you felt one of his arms moved to hatch your arms behind your body quickly to keep you still. You could feel the air in your lungs fade at your screaming, you felt nothing yet.

Over the sirens, they quickly faded down the street when the hand was still clasped to your mouth slowly untightening the grip you finally getting some air. Your heart rushed through your body even though it was a hard process because of your mind being fuzzy and your body practically giving into your rivals arms... you fought under it. The lights from the police cars passed quickly now officially looking into the eyes.

Your heart stopped and your abs clenched at the sturdy stare of the villain, Tamaki Amajiki or known as Suneater. That was the man you saw on the news and the poster, why do you always do this to yourself?

"Don't struggle..." he breathed under his breath when the other sirens faded and the red and blue lights flashing crossed to other streets. From those lights in that mid-second, the villain's hair and costume were revealed to your bare eyes from the stained and ripped hero costume to the hunger in his eyes that made your heart skip a beat from the intensity. Maybe it was just the liquor talking.

Even if he told you not to move your body still did its own movements feeling as if you weren't even controlling your muscles. You could still feel his eyes bore into yours as you looked around for some type of attention.

His hand tightened onto your mouth even more causing your breath to stop quickly, his body moving to let you go which felt like hours. Your eyelids went damp under his control frightening your body from sleep. Then his hand fell off as you caught your breath quickly and yelled,

"What do you think you're doing?!" you yelled as he moved backward and activated something in his hands that looked like tentacles. Your body wanted to run but stayed put under the sudden gasp of slimy and wet strings. Your hips moved as your mind stubbled.

"What are you-" your mouth was muffled as it tightened around your mouth quickly and suffocated your voice. Even though your body went limp, your mind was wandering.

What was happening? Am I the one to blame?

You struggled to make your body go limp and pass out.

( 1115 Words )