Killer x Reader His profession AU

XII

Kid sat next to you, filling your cup once again with black coffee as you sat there, unmoving and head leaning on the wood of the table. Your eyes were closed and soft breathing could be heard, but you weren't asleep, no, you were thinking quietly. Kid hadn't said anything for as long as you were in the same room and you had asked for your own cup, just waiting for you to start, to bombard him with questions filling your unravelling mind. Fingers were twitching, your foot dangling in the air as you kicked it up from time to time. A sigh escaped your nostrils and you moved to sit up straight. With your eyes downcast, you grabbed the cup and lifted it to your lips.

Bitterness.

The liquid mirrored your own state.

Strong.

Were you? Were you really?

The porcelain cup clang softly as you placed it back down, your eyes focussed on the black liquid. Half of the cup was empty by now, several sips taken from it. The pricking sensation the coffee had given you on its way down, filling your stomach, was left behind just like the aftertaste. (e/c) irises moved from side to side, finally looking around the room. It seemed empty. A small counter in the corner where a coffeemaker stood, cupboards for whatever they needed it for, a table and a couple of chairs. Nothing else. No poster to rise the mood, no calendar for you to know what day it was. No clock for you to see the time. Nothing.

'How long have I even been here for?' You didn't know. Were it days? Weeks? Maybe even as long as a month? It started to feel like an eternity. The darkness you had resided in had taken away any sense of time. You felt your throat getting dry at the thought. 'Do people think I'm dead?' Your eyes wandered from the wall in front of you to Kid next to you. He watched you intently. His eyes red of lack of sleep, as it seemed. His painted lips were drawn in a thin line, a frown adorning his face.

"What are you to me, Kid?" The question broke the silence. Kid's eyes stayed on your face, watching the changes, the small features of it after you formed word after word. A second. A minute. Kid let his breath flow in a heavy sigh, his eyes falling to the wood of the table as started to search the words.

"An old friend."

"How long?" Question after question were formed in your mind, knotting together too fast to grasp. Only the easiest ones, the lone threads of the growing knot, could be taken to ask. Maybe they would loosen the other ones up and create a clear mind afterwards. A sad smile was placed on Kid's face and he lifted his sight up to you again.

"Since middle school, I guess."

"How did we meet?"

"Someone was laughing at me for my dreams and you came over, throwing your fist in his face. I think you even broke his nose."

A snort escaped your lips and you clasped your hand over your mouth, a blush adorning your cheeks as you tried to picture something like that. A small Kid and a smaller form of you. Would Kid be skinny? Certainly not bulky like right now. Would he have the goggles in his hair like now? Your lips twisted in a soft smile. "You make me sound badass."

Now Kid laughed lowly. A recognition of the sound made you drop your hand. "Because you were."

"Were?"

Kid shook his head, a smile still on his face. "Maybe still are, but I don't know. I must say you've handled Killer's methods pretty well until now. It makes me wonder whether you knew he didn't really mean it. I think he just wants his girl back." He sighed heavily after speaking those words. You propped up your chin on your hand, staring at the redhead. "We know she's still there. She has to be." He whispered the last sentence, his eyes turning sad once again. The sight startled you. Not the words, but the sadness that accompanied them. Lips turned into a frown, you closed your eyes, willing for your brain to find what they were looking for desperately. A sudden weight dropped your shoulder and (e/c) eyes opened quickly. "Don't force yourself. That won't work." His hand disappeared from your shoulder as fast as it had appeared before.

"I wish I could help you." A whisper, a soft call for help to no one in particular, left your lips before you bit softly into the lower one. Kid hummed.

"Kid?"

"Hmm?"

"What am I to Killer?"

"Ah." He placed away his cup. "You're his girlfriend."

"I'm his what?"

"Girlfriend."

You looked at him sceptically. "Isn't that easy to say to someone who had amnesia?"

Kid snorted before a laugh burst from his painted lips. "It kinda is, yes."

"He's scary."

"He can be, indeed. But he's only scary because of this. What were your words again?" Kid faked as if he was deep in thought. "Oh, right. 'Killer can be pretty overprotective'."

A low ringing echoed in your head, turning up louder and louder. You tried to ignore it, however, wanting to know more. "I noticed. He was really mad at that girl. If eyes could kill..." A shiver ran down your spine at the horrible thought of what he was probably doing to her right now.

"He almost broke my arm that one time I made you cry." After blinking rapidly a couple of times, you started to laugh. Kid shoved your shoulder playfully. "Oi! Don't laugh. It wasn't funny. It hurt."

"Naaw, poor baby." You cooed back, leaning towards him a little with a grin. With the sudden movement, you felt a streaking pain raking through your body. A strangled and pained groan forced its way from your throat. Slowly, you laid your head down against the table and closed your eyes. Kid's concerned voice faded away until you didn't hear anything. No breathing, no other sounds were processed. You moved your lips. Words were formed, forced into the silence you were in. Your mind was spinning, making you dizzy as it turned and turned faster with every second. You felt someone touch you, push you, but you had no idea from where that feeling was coming. Did someone kick your leg? Caress your arm? Tickle your sides?

You tried your best to part your eyelids, but nothing happened.

Floating.

That's how it felt. You were no longer connected with your body. You started to slip away. The burning, the stinging from before faded until you felt nothing anymore. No prodding, no head-splitting pain, just.. nothing.

You didn't hear the door creak open.

You didn't feel the shaking of your shoulder as hair brushed over your face.

You didn't feel the fanning of a warm breath over your face.

You never heard the shouting of two males at each other as one was more concerned than the other.

You didn't register being lifted from your seat.

You didn't know you were brought away. Once again.

Engulfed in darkness. Eyes closed. Breathing slowly. Hanging limply. Cold.

'I'm so cold.'