Kaeya stared up at the ceiling, unable to sleep. How could he when thunder rumbled outside, and rain pelted the roof, the window. He turned on his side, restless and afraid. Afraid a certain redhead would come bursting through the door, through the window, and finally end him. Afraid that that particular redhead would run his Claymore through him, and allow his blood, his dirty, traitorous blood to stain the walls, to stain those black and red gloves, his soul a permanent black spot on this stainless land.
He had the soul of a sinner after all. Born and raised with it.
Thunder struck the ground close by, lighting up the room for a brief moment. It revealed Albedo asleep nearby, well away from him in a separate bed.
Kaeya's heart leapt into his throat, a name, a whispered name on his lips, both a plea for help and comfort, but also one made of fear. Diluc.
Diluc used to be a comforting source, especially when it rained. Rainy nights were always the worst for him. Why did Diluc hate him so much? Why did his brother look upon him with scorn and unrelenting hatred?
Why did that gaze scream at him, scream at him those familiar, vague words that he had told him that one rainy night? He closed his eyes, bringing his hands to his ears in an attempt to block it all out, to block everything.
His heart pumped and beat erratically against his rib cage, the room suddenly both too cold and too hot. It felt small, like a noose wrapping around his neck. His body curled into itself, his knees being pulled against his chest. He tucked his head betwixt his knees, shivering and shaking relentlessly. He let out a silent sob when he heard his father's last words to him, a whisper amongst his agony.
You are our last hope.
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Kaeya stared blankly into the distance, tiredness racking his body. He hadn't slept very well the whole time on the boat, his sleeplessness becoming worse when they had entered the eternal thunderstorm around Inazuma. He wanted to get this nation over and done with, he truly hated it.
It was beautiful, yes he could admit that, but the thunder that constantly rumbled off in the distance left him looking over his shoulder, expecting a familiar mop of flame red hair. The distant rumbling sounded too much like that heavy Claymore hitting the ground.
He breathed shakily, clasping his hands in front of him as he sat alone, staring at the steaming bowl of rice in front of him. There was another bowl, this one of miso soup, next to it. While it wasn't the full traditional breakfast that the Kamisato family ate, it was all he could stomach. All he could manage to eat, uneasiness settling in his gut.
Sometimes he hated who he was, what he was. He hated his title, he hated the pressure that came with it. His Cryo vision pulsed at him tauntingly from it's spot on the table, a constant, steady reminder of the mountain of lies that he's buried himself under. The memories came rushing back, a hand going to his thigh as he gripped the nasty scar that ran from his hip and on down. While it never left him crippled, he did walk with a deep limp until it healed fully. Well, healed as best as it could possibly be. He barely had any feeling in that leg after all. All the nerves were burnt to nothing.
Part of the reason he wore his vision there. He couldn't feel the pulsing cold.
Silence slowly drowned out all of the white noise, the silence pure bliss. He closed his eyes---his eyepatch currently set by his vision---and pondered on all he had done up to this point.
He couldn't go back, no, but he could regret. He opened his left eye, and drew his gaze to the bowl of rice. Heaving a shuddering breath, he plucked up the chopsticks, and slowly ate.
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King of Lies
Fanfiction(BOOK 1) Kaeya was a male of ice. He might be cold in many ways, but he was never cold with you. He was warm, friendly, and even a gentleman. As you travel across Teyvat, Kaeya's ice-cold heart begins to melt. And it has nothing to do with the Hydro...
