Angel Blade (KDA x Male Reader)

PART ONE: I

"There's a Greek myth I always think of when I get annoyed or something bad happens. I don't know the story, really, but there's a guy who pushes a rock up a hill. And he does it forever. I feel like him a lot, pushing a rock up a hill. I don't know why he does it, or why I do it. I just keep doing it."

I leaned against the railing of the ramp outside, taking a drag of my cigarette. The smoke filled my lungs, giving me a brief feeling of relief before I exhaled. I turned to my coworker, looking him in his bright brown eyes.

"Y-yeah, I get it boss." He replied, awkwardly fidgeting with his hands as his brain decided where to place them. He shoved them in his pockets a quick second later. "Sorry, by the way, about that customer."

"You're good kid, It's normal. They're a bunch of idiots anyway, they won't even remember you in a week. Just don't be dumb next time, go with whatever they do. Makes it easier." I picked a hand off the railing, waving him back toward the door to the right of us. "Just go back to whatever you were doing before, don't sweat it."

He gave a slight nod and a gesture of appreciation, before turning and walking away. Before I knew it, the footsteps faded away, leaving me alone with my thoughts. God, I hated this job.

Management in retail always seems like a good idea initially, whenever you hear about the amounts you initially make. Fifteen big ones an hour sounded fantastic on paper, but in practice, well, not as much. Every other day I had to deal with something tedious or trivial, and whether I liked it or not wasn't my decision. Picking up the pieces was my responsibility, not putting them together.

The evening sky was beautiful tonight. The small glimmers of light you could see, at least. A thick fog covered chunks of the sky, as if someone had ripped out the pieces and shoddily reassembled them, missing a few along the way. I took one last rip of the death stick in my hand before tossing it to the floor, stomping it out. I glanced at  the cold air leaving my mouth before turning back to head inside the store. I have to finish this shift at some point.

The next few hours were a blur. The brief seven o'clock rush hit as it usually did on Friday nights, and along with it came the fantastic customers. Most of them are normal. They give a friendly greeting, go on about their way, and leave. No crazy people for the rest of the day, thankfully. There was one customer that yelled at a cashier or something, that poor girl couldn't have been more than 17, but at least it ended quickly.

I counted the last register before heading out, shoving it back into the safe and punching in the code. My jacket was hanging by a hook on the wall, don't forget that either. Helmet too, that would be bad to leave. Door opens, I walk out of it, punch out on the clock. Finally out of this hellhole.

I give a nod and a slight wave to the desk clerk, receiving a peace sign lazily tossed toward me in response. Soon enough, I was by my bike. Stuffing my hand in my pocket, something felt missing. Before I could even panic, the kid from the conversation earlier walks out of the sliding doors, silver glints of an object adorning his slender fingers.

"Didya leave your keys, boss?" He jingled the keys in his hand a ways away from me, before tossing them in my direction. My fingers grasped around them, and I flashed him a smile. "Would be bad to leave those (Y/N)!"

"Yeah, yeah, whatever. I would've came back for them anyway, but I appreciate the effort anyway."

He gave me a quick wave before heading back inside. That kid was something, for sure. I guess doing kind things bounces back to me sometimes. Back to regularly scheduled programming, though. The keys go inside the ignition, now that I have them. My bike roared to life, garnering a few looks from the customers nearby. I wheeled myself out, and zoomed through the parking lot toward my apartment.