Dimencreas (One-Shots)

Distraction - Kafka

(Kinda yandere vibe, ehe.)

Kafka was your superior. Elio handed you to her so that she could train you for Elio's prediction in the future.

She was more than just your superior. Kafka was your mentor, your friend, and, on a few occasions, your lover. You'd often find yourself thinking about her even when she wasn't around. She was always so confident, so sure of herself; and her smile lit up the room like an enchanting fairy.

At some point, Elio chose her to train you because he saw potential in you. You never questioned it. Even though you didn't understand why he chose Kafka to teach you, you were happy to go along with it. As far as mentors went, he could have done much worse.

"You're... breaking up with me?"

Kafka's face was unmoving, her expression completely neutral. Like you're some insect she's about to squash under her heel.

"Yes." Kafka said as if your break up doesn't affect her at all.

"But Kaf- mentor... "

Before you can respond, she places her finger on your lips, interrupting you. With her other hand, she strokes your cheek.

"You did well," she whispers. "But the time to move on has come."

And then, Kafka's lips are against yours, soft and warm, but there's nothing loving or passionate about this kiss; it's calculated and intentional. You feel your stomach drop to your legs.

"Is this about your... home world again? Where the Stellaron corrupted the people making them lost the feeling of fear?" You questioned her.

However Kafka continues to kiss you without answering your question. Slowly, the weight builds as she presses you against the wall next to the door.

Her eyes stare directly into yours while her lips, her tongue... You're dizzy, you're confused, you're out of breath... and you don't care. It's just her. Only her.

Her hand runs up the back of your neck, her fingers sliding into your hair as she pulls your face closer. Her lips brush against your ear.

"You know too much." She whispered.

"...Kafka... You made a deal with Elio so that you could feal fear but aren't you afraid of losing me as well..?"

Without warning, Kafka pulls away and steps back, her face as calm, collected, and beautiful as ever. Like what just happened never occurred.

Her voice was cold as her expression, and you find yourself unable to breathe.

"No." Kafka answered.

"N-no..?" You questioned her in disbelief as Kafka's face contorts into a cruel smile.

"Elio and I have big plans for you, Y/n. You are the key to everything. There is no room for emotion in the great game, my dear."

With one swift motion, Kafka's hand reaches into the folds of her cloak. Her fingertips barely graze the handle of her gun, but you feel its presence. She slides the weapon out and places the tip against your throat.

"Now, don't ever question that topic to me again." Kafka said with a harsh tone.

You didn't move since you were too shocked by her answer.

"I see... So I'm just nothing to you but some... variable..."

"Good, you're starting to understand," Kafka purrs, the hand that was holding the gun now stroking your face once again. "But don't worry, I've taken your feelings into account."