Another Chance | Aki x Reader

20: Thinking about the what ifs...

The sound of your alarm goes off. However, you were up hours before it rang. You were too nervous about getting a good night's rest, waking up multiple times throughout the night. It wasn't nervousness or fear for your safety but more worried about your performance. How would things go? Would it be a calm day? What would your mom think about you hiding your actual occupation from her? Would she force you to come back? How things would go between Aki and yourself. You were starting to grow a tiny crush on him, but for Himeno's sake and trying to be a "good" wing woman, you didn't want to overstep any boundaries and develop those feelings further. These thoughts ran through your mind, keeping you restless throughout the night.

You adjusted your classic black and white suit that all devil hunters wore. Earlier in the morning, you managed to iron it out to have it crisp; although it wasn't the uniform you had designed, this only gave you more motivation to finish yours. Once you finished fixing your uniform to your liking, you went back to your room and knelt to reach a wooden box hidden underneath your bed. You open it up to reveal two machetes wrapped in white cloth. You unwrap them to reveal the stainless steel blades. You noticed that the edges were a bit dull and decided to sharpen them before heading out to patrol. You grab your stone sharpener and your machetes and head to your patio to sharpen your blades. 

You sat on your patio floor as you slid the blade across the file. As you were filing away on one of the blades, the sharp slices rang across your ears. As you kept moving your arms in a constant motion, your mind thought back to the last time you used your blade: the brutal training and countless injuries you obtained to master them. Your mind ran towards the last time you killed a devil. You will once again have to kill devils mercilessly... 

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You were casing down a devil in a poorly lit street. The night was cold, and heavy rain kept falling. The only thing you could hear were the splashes of water against your feet and the crash of thunder that would erupt with every passing step. The devil's silhouette was hazed, but you could spot it with the lightning's few seconds of white light. You were filled with rage and were determined to end this vile creature's life. You saw the figure turn the corner into a narrow alley and saw this as an opportunity to end its life and rush towards it. As you entered the path, you slowly walked towards the devil as a dead-end trapped it. In a shaky and panicky voice, it looked at you with fear in its eyes, "Please, please don't kill me. I promise I didn't want to hurt anyone. I was forced to do it."

You tilted your head; your face was stern, not an ounce of emotion spilling from your face. "Is that so?... Were you forced to prey on the innocent? From what I witnessed, you reveled in the cries of your victims."

The devil continued to plea for its life, "I promise it wasn't me. I didn't hurt anyone."

You continued to walk up to the devil, taking out your machetes quickly from their sheath. The hails from the devil became louder and louder. You were now inches away from the devil and slashed your weapon across the devil's mouth. The wet stench from the devil filled your nostrils; it disgusted you. You planned to finish the devil, but you internally debated the speed at which you would end its life. "Silence. We don't want to create a scene here and wake the neighborhood here now, do we?" you chastised as you looked at the devil with repulsion. The crash of thunder only became louder with each heavy breath the devil took. You raised your machete to the devil's neck and looked at it with cold-stern eyes, "Now, choose your next words carefully and answer my question honestly. I may consider ending your life quickly and painlessly if answered correctly."

The devil pleaded loudly, "Please don't end my life. I-" Immediately, you stabbed your weapon inside the devil's neck, "Didn't I tell you to not fucken scream," you spat out angrily. "Now answer me, did you or did you not feel remorseful when you ended a young kid's life a few months back?"