Yuri x (very) Dark Past Reader!

Chapter 5

Yuri yawned and stretched while pulling away the blanket. She stood there, looking at the ceiling for a couple of minutes, replaying the events of yesterday.

She knew since she saw him for the first time, that she would madly fall in love. But her history with her feelings was an odd one.

"I need to control myself," the girl said while rubbing her forehead, "I can't let my obsessiveness scare him away."

The scars on her arms contrasted against the morning light that entered through the window.

"And by no means can he ever discover these." Yuri sighed while thinking about which long sleeved T-shirt she would wear today, "he can't discover how much of a nasty freak I am."

She finally got up and headed to the bathroom, ready to take a shower.

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It whistled through the air, screaming like a banshee in the night, until the missile collided against the truck.

Y/N ducked down right before the explosion, covering his eyes from the expelled sand.

"A mon signal..." the squad chief, who would lead the assault, held his hand vertically, "CHARGER!!!"

Y/N froze in his place, while everyone behind and beside him bumped on his shoulders in a blind charge.

"ALLAHU 'AKBAR!!!" A man yelled while running through the dunes.

"ALLAHU 'AKBAR!"

"ALLAHU 'AKBARRRR!!!"

Various screams resonated. Pure social pressure.

"Bouge, crétin!" Y/N felt a hard kick on his lower back, and as he looked behind in fear, the tall frame of the squad chief stood there menacingly, "don't make me grrepeat maself," he spoke with a thick french accent.

"O-oui."

Hesitantly at first, but soon enough gaining speed, Y/N run towards the dune's peak.

"RAAHHHHHHH!" He screamed while charging, quickly checking if his weapon was operational.

However, his sudden burst of confidence was gone as fast as it came.

Mutilated dead bodies laid around everywhere, the smell of cooked pork meat filled the air and bullets flew from side to side.

Y/N jumped and started crawling towards a dead bush.

He still hadn't heard anything from Nico yet, and in the back of his mind, the hope that he was safe lingered. That morning, once the chief woke everyone up with his screams, the Spanish boy was no longer to be seen.

A flash could be seen behind one of the escort car's doors.

Sticking his weapon through the bush, Y/N fired small bursts.

He wasn't sure if he had actually killed the guy, but shots came back in response, so at least Y/N knew that his position had been revealed.

Ducking down and rolling over himself, he tried to change positions.

"Sh-shit!" the sand right behind him spurted as a bullet made its way inside it, "almost."

"ALLAHU 'AKBAR!" He heard someone shout, just before an explosion echoed.

His crappy walkie-talkie came to life suddenly.

"Deux véhicules détruits, trois restants. 18/24 troupes estimées. Équipe suicide en route."

Y/N shot his rifle, clearly wounding a soldier that tried to bring a fallen comrade back to safety.

His ears hurt so fucking much. When was the noise going to end?