Stand by me (Jjba X Reader)

The sun said to the Moon| Polnareff

A/N: I can't even finish this fiction the way I want to cause Wattpad is am actual POS that dosent work

On stage, It was always hard to see faces. They blurred together as you and your dance team moved gracefully across the wooden floors. You never bothered to focus on one particular person like some girls. After all, dealing with hundreds of eyes on you all at once could be nerve-wracking! But you'd been doing this for years, the bright lights, the stage, the hundreds of eyes no long bothered you.

No, they didn't bother you in the least anymore. Nothing really did anymore.

Of course, life happens, the good with the bad and vice versa, but nothing ever truly changed, well besides the dance and song, and sometimes even the members of the Troupe ever so often changed.

Every performance, every act, ballet, song, and dance was performed beautifully. How perfectly boring.

You glanced over at the prima ballerina. Perfect copper skin with perfect black hair and perfect teeth along with her perfect body and her perfect personality!

Malaysia, and yes, it was spelled just like the country.

Was perfect in every sense of the word. And you were her understudy. She got on your nerves with how stupidly perfect she was, but you never hated her. Were you jealous sometimes? Sure, annoyed? Absolutely! But never hatred. She worked just as hard as you and everyone else, if not harder! You respected her. Even considering her your rival, of course you never told her that.

Sighing, you looked at the mirror and fixed the broken crown on your head.

For this preform, you would be playing the evil siren queen and Mala, as she wanted ever to call her the fair mermaid princess.

"Tch..." You hissed. Why couldn't you be the princess for once? Why were you always the evil one? The one that had to be defeated and slain? Falling to the cold, wooden floor as the audience cheered for your demise.

You'd become famous for your Gothic and brooding colors on stage that people recognize you in the streets.

'It's the evil witch! Run before she casts a curse on you!' Children would point and run.

You always humored them, pointing a stick and mumbling words of nothing.

'And it seems iv found a new meal!!'

You'd smile that creepy little half smile that only lifted half of your face up. The parents shopping for bread in the village would laugh and bow in thanks for humoring them.

Once they were gone, your face would drop into its usual dead look. The kind that would scare babies and children. You'd done it before!

But I digress.

The European opera house would soon be open to the many nobles who'd come to watch. It was almost time.

Once you were done touching up your makeup and smoothing out the beautiful dark, silk outfit, you marled at how beautiful the opera house was. From the velvet cushions to the polished floor boards. Even the handpainted murls commanded attention!

Checking the time you put your pocket watch away, uncliping it from your hips and setting it down with your other things.

"Miss. vile! Did you hear?! There's supposedly a really famous person coming to see us tonight!" Clarabell cheered, and you almost winced at the nickname.

'Miss. Vile' a nice name you'd received for playing so many villainous roles.

"Is that so? Who?"

"I heard it was a prince! Or maybe a Duke or something looking for a wife!"