Big Book of Anime One Shots [REQUESTS CLOSED]

Suzuya x Reader ~ Twisted Love

Requested by @TheWildNess - Gahhh this was so cute I loved writing it! The idea was great, btw, although I did alter one or two minor points :3

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[y/n]'s screams echoed down the halls of Big Madame's prison, causing Suzuya to flinch. Even though his muscles burned and ached and screamed, he hauled himself to his feet, gritting his teeth against a cry of pain. Tears pooled in his eyes, but the young man didn't cry as he leaned heavily against the stone wall. [y/n]'s screams were getting weaker now, more exhausted. He hurt too, but that wasn't what mattered. What mattered now... Was you.

Stumbling, he made his way down the hall. He had chains, of course, but being one of Madame's "good boys" he was given some leeway to walk throughout some areas of her prison if he wished. And right now, all that mattered was that he reached [y/n]. As he made his way to your cell, your screams changed to agonized sobs.

"Please," he heard you say. "Please stop." Suzuya cringed at the noise. The thought of death didn't bother him. It hadn't for a long while. But the thought of you, in that cell, being tortured within an inch of your life by the ghoul, made him want to cry in empathetic emotion. Even though he went through the same thing, it was different knowing that you were being tortured rather than knowing that someone else was facing the same fate- and you could do absolutely nothing about it.

"Well I think that's enough good child time for today, wouldn't you say?" Madame laughed unpleasantly, her every sadistic tendency seeming to shine through with that one sound. "But I'll be back tomorrow." He heard her shuffling around, and then the scraping some of her boots on the cement as she took her leave. Once he knew that she was gone, Suzuya rushed in, to seem [y/n] crumpled on the floor, sobbing and bloody. He didn't want to know what Madame had put you through, because it would only increase his own pain and guilt. Such emotions had recently begun to fade for him, but not when it came to you.

Suzuya rushed down to your crumpled form, grabbing your hand and helping you onto the small cot in the corner of the room. Using a corner of his shirt, the young man tenderly cleaned some of the blood off of your face, still holding your hand as he did so. Tears still streamed down your face, but you smiled slightly through them as Suzuya comforted you.

"R-Rei..." [y/n] whispered softly, reaching out feebly as if to touch his face. Suzuya started, looking at you with red eyes wide. He didn't know how long to had been since somebody had called him by that name, and [y/n] was one of the few who knew it.

"[y/n]," he whispered back, still gently wiping your face with his shirt. "It's going to be alright. Someday, someday we'll get out of here, you and me. We'll make a new life away from Madame." You both smiled at that thought.

"And," he continued, "I'll always be here to comfort you when she's gone." His hand squeezed yours gently, and he leaned slightly closer to you. Despite your wounds, you did the same, leaning forward until Suzya's cheek was on the cot, and your [e/c] eyes locked gazes with his red ones. His lips parted, but then closed, as if he was rethinking his words. [y/n] looked at him questioningly.

"What is it?" you coughed, little specks of blood landing on the white blanket. "What's wrong?"

Suzuya hesitated. "I've been meaning to tell you something for a while," he said. "But I guess it just never seemed like the right time." He looked at you tenderly, and squeezed your hand lightly yet again. Sighing at your questioning look, he continued. "I've had feelings for you for ages," he whispered. "Almost since the first day we met. I care for you, I feel, for you like I've never felt for anyone else before. You keep doors open in my heart, [y/n], doors that Madame would have closed forever if she could. I- I think I might even love you. It's a twisted love, I can say, but it's love."

[y/n] looked lovingly back at him. "Then let's make it our twisted love, Rei," you said, tears of joy beginning to stream from your [e/c] eyes. Suzuya stroked your [h/c] hair, marveling at the softness of it despite the fact that you probably hadn't seen a hairbrush in weeks.

He looked up with a start. "I know," he said, pulling out a needle and thread from a pocket in his shirt. "If our love is twisted, then we can symbolize it in a twisted way." Suzuya threaded the needle and, wincing slightly, dug it into the palm of the hand that wasn't clenched tightly to [y/n]'s. It didn't take long for him to accomplish what he wanted, though. Admiring his work in what dim light they had, on his palm lay a crude heart-showing his love for the person laying on the bed beside him. He'd never done that before, stitched threads into his skin. It hadn't hurt as much as he'd thought, though. Maybe all of the tortures that Madame had put him through had dulled his sense of pain.

You looked at him. "Do it to me, too."

"Bu-"

[y/n] restated yourself firmly. "Do it to me." Suzuya sighed, threading the needle once more. He moved quickly this time, trying to put you through as little pain as possible. After what torture you had gone through, though, this was likely bearable. This heart, too, was done quickly, resulting in a matching set, Suzuya's on his left hand and [y/n]'s on your right. You smiled gently at him, receiving such a smile in return.

"Our love may be twisted," you whispered, "And we may gave no morals, or much empathy towards others. But I do know this, Rei- twisted or not, this is love, and I love you with what little heart I have left."

Your hands found each other once more, this time the newly stitched hearts brushing against each other. Suzuya's laid his head on your bed, falling as keep almost instantaneously with a small smile on his face. Tenderly, you stroked a piece of hair out of his eyes. Yes. Twisted love though it may have been, you loved Rei. You, too, fell asleep within seconds, and the two twisted lovers slept side by side.