Material Girl★ kny × F!reader

‡ Act 1

"This is not what I meant when I said I would go to hell!"

Your head felt like it gushed open a wound, because it did. Your body laid sore onto the parched yet cold soil with blood dripping from your forehead, your vision blurred as the anonymous figured walked closer to you. The only thing you could focus on was the sinister smile on the demonic-like figure.

All you could remember was walking down the pavement of your city. Then you must have fallen down a sinkhole to be this badly wounded, but that didn't explain the creature in front of you. It had horns with skin colored like ash.

There's no way this was actually a demon coming to kill you, right?

Your vision was still in fact failing you as it's hand tightly gripped to your neck, violently lifting you off the ground. You could hear the creature mutter words while you were in its chokehold, but it's not like you could understand it anyway. You only were ever good at English, and this was a completely new language to you.

...but it's a familiar one. You've heard it once. They just spoke in... Japanese?

"What the fuck did you just say to me weeboo?" You snarled quietly, your voice was hoarse and exhausted from being brutally beaten not too long ago.

Whether it was some random Japanese criminal that came to beat your ass or an ancient Japanese demon dragging you to hell, you sort of wished you understood it's words before you die.

But it turns out Japanese god had other plans.

Bright colors suddenly emerge into your view, your vision was becoming slightly clearer as you fell back onto the ground regaining your lost breath. It was like you're in a lavender haze, you saw patterns of flowers floating around you. You almost thought you were reaching heaven.

You were more focused on the beautiful sight rather than noticing the demon falling unconscious onto the ground. You felt more presences near you, but they weren't of harm, for some reason. You felt safe. Or vulnerable since you're loosing consciousness little by little. Maybe it's because of the haze.

Then a lady in a dark purple kimono with flowers adorned into it's fabric crouched down to your level, she had beautiful lavender eyes that stared curiously into yours. There also was a boy not too far from her with hair color of a cabbage, not so beautiful lavender eyes pierced onto you that instead studied you cautiously.

Yet you had a feeling that they looked weirdly familiar. Like you saw them from somewhere before, but you were busy dying to even care about it.

"...a goddess?" You mumbled looking up at her.

"大丈夫?"

"Huh?"

That was definitely Japanese. Good thing you knew what Daijōbu means. At least you were sure that's what the lady said. Her voice was beautiful too.

You shook your head profusely, which made your headache hurt even more. You were definitely not okay. It was obvious you're bleeding for your death, you felt heavy, mostly your eyes did.

No! Your vision was just getting better! You thought. You can't be unconscious in front of a beautiful woman! You thought again.

The cabbage boy interfered as he spoke to the lady, with a harsh tone that you noticed quite immediately. He didn't seem to trust you. He probably didn't even feel sympathy when you're practically dying.

The two were now chatting, or somewhat arguing, you didn't know. But it seemed like the lady was taking your side, which was good. Take that, cabbage boy!

Everything slowly turned blurry once more, their voices slowly fading as your gaze suddenly met the ground till you only see darkness.

You swore you were floating before your head hit the ground. No, you were being carried. Unknown arms securely wrapped around you as you plopped onto someone's shoulder.

The annoyed voice of that cabbage boy was the last thing you heard before completely falling unconscious.

"Don't die just yet."

Of course, you didn't understand a single word.