Pushing open the door, your dull eyes were met by the sight of six eyes that looked back at you. "You should still be resting" Asta's eyes dropped seeing you out of bed. You gave him a cold stare, "I'm fine." Approaching the table, you turned to the Golden Dawn's Vice Captain, "you weren't supposed to be here. What are you doing here?" "Captain Vangeance thought it best to assign an extra mage to patrol so that we'd all be able to change shifts evenly." He answered without a seconds thoughts. 'How annoying. How hard is it to follow given instructions.' Nacht looked over to you but chose to say nothing. He didn't want to risk angering you more than he already had.
"So then, should we figure out, who will be taking what shift?" Klaus pushed his glasses up the ridge of his nose. Yuno nodded, gesturing to David. David pulled out a paper with a grid drawn on it; there were six columns two sides a day for each end of the wall, along with seven rows for each shift: Dawn, Mid-Morning, Lunch, Mid-Afternoon, Evening, Night, and Midnight. "Does anyone have any preferences?" Nacht inquired, looking around the room at everyone. "If not, we just can start rolling for shifts" David grinned, leaning back against the wall.
You picked up the pen from the centre of the table, signing your name on the shifts from evening to mid-morning, taking; Evening – Night, Night – Midnight, Midnight – Dawn, and Dawn – Mid-Morning, for all three days. On the third day you also signed your name on the Mid-Afternoon – Evening shift, signing Zenon's name beside that single shift. You dropped the pen beside the paper after that, "do as you see fit from there." David's jaw dropped wide open, Yuno, Asta, and Nacht's eyes all grew wide. "You're taking five shifts in a row on the last day?! That's like nineteen hours straight!" David gaped at the paper in shock. "That's absurd!" Klaus protested. "Do not remove my name from any of the shifts I've chosen. As for my subordinate, I don't want him working for at least two days. So, he will work that shift, and that shift alone. I don't see sleep as a requirement for myself, as such it works out well." You weren't budging from your choices.
"(Y/N) please, see reason-" "Shut up." Nacht lowered his head sadly. "I told you, you have reason to speak to me. I have made my choice. Now you need to make yours. Do not, change my decision." You glared at Nacht out the corner of your eye. "(Y/N)..." Asta sighed sadly once again. You were worrying him, not that you cared. Him worrying for you is pointless, you didn't care. "Wow, what're you made of kiddo" David chuckled. You ignored his comment and the looks of shock you were receiving. You left the room without another word. Leaving them to simmer in the conflicted emotions you created with your actions.
You had three hours until your shift assuming they listened and didn't remove your name. You didn't care, you always felt numb, like there was no point in anything. However, there was a part of you deep inside, that still cared. No matter how much you ignored it, it still found ways to shine through. Like just now when you refused to sign Zenon's name for more than one shift. It showed itself so cryptically and irregularly that you didn't notice its presence still within you. Ever since that night, there was no point in feeling anything anymore. It was just going to cause you more unnecessary pain.
Your boots clicked along the stone wall loudly. The burns on your back had been mostly recovered and the rest were simply wrapped up in bandages that stretched around your whole abdomen and chest. The fabric was uncomfortable, but it'd do. Zenon passed out from acidic poisoning on your way back which made it a pain to move him. Once you had returned though, you lay him down in his assigned room and ordered people to tend to his recovering wounds. Your only job was to make sure he didn't die. He was useful, so it'd just be more paperwork if he did.
Another set of boots clicked towards you. You ignored the person- or at least, it was your plan to. "Vice-Captain!" The footsteps grew heavier, louder, quicker in your direction. Looking up, you met your subordinates eyes. "Zenon." You greeted coldly, as usual. Zenon smiled, he looked relieved, despite his arm being wrapped thickly in bandages and his arms in a sling. "I was really worried about you. I don't remember much after the fight. But I woke up in a bandage and I couldn't find you! I was really worried something happened!" You could hear the obvious panic in his voice. His eyes softened and he smiled, "but you're okay. Thank goodness you're okay, sir." "I told you, I'd be fine. You should listen." You pushed past him and continued walking. "Sir..." Zenon watched as you left.
You found your way to your room, entering before locking the door behind you. You released a deep breath once you knew you were alone. Your hand slithered up to your cloak, undoing the rope, letting fall from your shoulders. You slung it over the nearest chair before pulling your shirt over your head, placing that down too, as you approached the mirror. Standing before the mirror, you turned just enough to see the bloodied bandages on your back. It stung a bit. A tut left your mouth as you straightened up. In the mirror you could see the scars from the whip lashes across your chest along with the scars from your skin being slit open and broken. They didn't hurt, they just reminded you of things that pissed you off. You ran a hand through your hair out of stress as you turned away from the mirror.
You approached the small desk to the side of your room. You left your bag on the chair before speeding out to attend that meeting. You opened the top of your bag, flicking it over so it didn't get in the way. Shuffling through your belongings, you pulled out the paperwork you packed along with three plain-black pens. As you did so, your hand knocked a piece of folded paper you were searching for. Your fingers wrapped around it fragilely and raised it from the bag. Straightening up, you unfolded the paper, observing the familiar photograph. It was of you and your older cousin. He held you up the air with a bright smile on his face that was unmistakeable. You were smiling too, an uncommon site nowadays. Your thumb ran over the corner of the paper before gently releasing it down onto the desk.
"Tell me, why was it that you left this job to me. I hate it. I hate the people. They'll just cause me more pain at a point in time. You know this... Why? Why did you leave this to me?" You grit your teeth as you gazed at the older face in the photo. "I can't do this without you. I don't want too anymore." It felt as though your heart dropped lower and lower the longer you looked at the photo. The memories that haunted you came rushing back into your mind, not allowing the time for you to fight them off, force them to the back untouched parts of your mind.
The blood that dripped down his mouth. The dull and sickly look on his face once his heart stopped. The warm blood that turned cold on your cheek.
You quickly raced to the bathroom, heaving what little contence remained in your stomach into the basin; your arms planted on each side of the vanity to hold yourself up. It took a few seconds for the bile to stop. You wiped your mouth, looking up into the mirror. 'It's just the acidic poisoning. It's nothing.' You told yourself as you met your own eyes reflecting back at you. Turning on the tap, you washed out the sink, before cupping water in your hands and raising it to your face, wiping your face clean. You then picked up the small glass beside the sink, your fingers wrapping around the center, filling it with fresh water, before taking a large gulp. "Damn it all..." your forehead creased as you cursed in a whisper.
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The White Wolf
Fanfiction(Y/N) is a nineteen year old boy living in the noble realm. Status never bothered (Y/N), he didn't care who you were or where you were from. Not after the incident; he didn't care. In a recently formed squad; White Wolves, (Y/N) was promoted to vice...
