When It's All Over KNY oc x Makio, Suma, Hinatsuru

When It All Changed

My 18th birthday was the best day of my life. Not only did I get to see the outside world, but I made my first friends ever. After the dinner with my mother the girls would try to visit one night a week to wheel me around town, paint with me, braid my hair, or just come to talk. I never knew my life could actually feel like it had so much meaning to it.

But of course, the happiness in my life was always a shortly dealt card. 

The routine of seeing Suma, Makio, and Hinatsuru lasted about 6 months until suddenly none of them began showing up one week. They never gave me an explanation, a reason, or a final goodbye. I took out my journal and flipped through the ages the girls would frequently draw through, they loved to leave little notes or small doodles so I wouldn't feel so lonely when they were gone. 

Today was supposed to be like any other day, the girls were supposed to come by later once they finished their daily chores. I have gotten a lot stronger from when I first built my chair, it was so much easier to pull myself into it now.

I pulled myself into my chair, hearing the familiar squeak of the wood as I rested my weight into it, and wheeled myself out my door to wait like usual. Only this time no one came for me. I waited for hours, my mother coming to check up on me multiple times trying to reassure me that the girls must have just been busy.

And I did believe my mother at first. Up until 3 more months passed of them never showing up. I did my same routine every couple nights of wheeling myself out to wait for them, just incase they showed up.

I could feel my heart breaking more every day as I waited.... and waited.... and waited.

When I felt very lonely I decided to write to them in journal so it could feel like I was actually talking to someone.

Tonight was no different, I waited in the hall for hours until I let out a soft sigh and rolled back into my room to place myself back into bed. I slunk into my covers as I glanced out my small window.

Rain. The sky must not be too happy either.

My eyes darted to my door upon hearing screaming from coming down the hall. Living in the brothel, there was always yelling and screaming going on. Commotion wasn't an uncommon thing. What was uncommon was multiple people yelling, and faint pleading could be heard. Loud, drastic screams would come and go and it seemed like they were coming straight down the hall, all until everything went silent. 

My eyes never left my door as I watched it slowly creak open. I held my breath as I was too afraid of what I would come upon. The light that barely shown through my window vaguely illuminated the door and in it I could see a young woman with dark hair. Her green eyes shown brightly in the dark, but didn't distract from the fact she was wearing a very small top, and basically underwear.

"I thought I smelt another human, however your smell is so weak I could have missed you." I felt paralyzed watching her stride over to me with upmost confidence as she glared at my weakened state. "You are utterly pathetic." The beautiful women crouched down to my make shift bed on the floor and looked over my features, seemingly judging me.

Her cold hand cupped the side of my cheek as her sharp nails drew over my skin. She was breathtaking to look at.

"Tell me boy, are you tired of being weak?" 

Her question shocked me. 

Of course I'm tired of being weak!

I nodded as my cheek rubbed against her palm and I saw her smirk down at me as she continued to study me. The woman smelled of expensive floral perfume, and it felt intoxicating.