The crackle of a fireplace swayed a charming, almost intoxicating scent into the dark recesses of a strange, moonlit room. With the sole exception of the fire burning amidst its own ashes, turning the pieces of sacrificial lumber into the former, nothing illuminated the otherwise darkened abode.
A strange humming sound lulled him awake.
At first, it was slow.
No, the first thing he regarded was the slowness. He felt strange. Lethargic, even sleepy to an extent. It felt difficult to even keep his eyes open. His eyelids fell once more, a cool feeling engulfing his eyes as the momentary veil of darkness provided a brief moment of solace.
But his eyes opened once more. A brilliant blue, a brilliantly dark blue.
His eyes shone like the midnight moon within the darkened room, and if it weren't for the flames — which were reflected in his eyes — he would surely be the most radiant light in the room. But despite that, he was surrounded by darkness.
He slowly blinked. His senses were...he couldn't know. He didn't know. He couldn't feel them.
Sight. That was his sole sense.
No, that was wrong. Hearing. He could hear the crackle of the cindering fireplace a short distance from him.
No, still wrong. Smell. He could smell the faint cinders in the air, it provided him with a sense of relief.
Moreover, he could feel another. Touch. It felt soft, it felt warm.
He glanced downwards. A strange seating, warm to the touch, and inviting. His eyelids fell once more, and he reveled in the moment of darkness.
His eyes opened once more. A couch, he now understood.
Strange.
But even stranger was his final sense — Taste. He could taste. In the air, a faint fragrance. Like ash, but sweeter.
Strange.
"Oh? My, the dreamer finally wakes."
A voice suddenly chirped, and — though it took much effort — he managed to shift his brilliantly dark blue eyes. A woman walked into the room. Though it was dark, he could make out a few things. Wide, rounded golden eyes, a beautifully chiseled face, and a soft, gentle smile. But despite her features, he felt a forlorn wariness when he stared at her.
This is no human, he thought.
Humans.
The word felt so strange upon his mental lips.
The woman casually walked past him, to the opposite end of the room. He took in the sight. A couch, much like his, mirrored in her direction. Beside it, a small, ornamented table. A book rested atop it. Try as he might, he couldn't catch its name in the darkness. Or perhaps, he simply didn't understand the language it was displayed in.
Strange.
"The story arouses your interest? Fascinating."
The woman's voice once more blessed his ears, and he blinked in surprise when he realized she had already sat down on the opposite couch, facing him with unconcealed interest. As if observing him, he realized.
"Tell me, how was your slumber? Have you seen any sweet dreams?"
Her question came suddenly, but he felt it wasn't out of the ordinary for her. Perhaps she was used to it.
He pondered over a response.
"..."
She hummed in return. His lips fell to a close, and his eyelids fell once again.
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Kurai Akuma | KNY • M!Reader
FanfictionHaving lost his memory at a young age, (Y/N) Kamado lived a carefree life with his family. However, when tragedy strikes...he will have to dwell into his own shadows to find the strength to protect them...will he succumb to his own darkness? Or will...
