A Pretty Face (KNY x Reader Fanfic)

Chapter 11

A void had been filled with fog and darkness. Y/N laid in the center of it, staring off into nothing as she waited for time to pass.

She knew where she was. This place was where demons would come and go before finally dying. It was a chance for peace and redemption. For right now, the void was a temporary dreaming space for Y/N to recover in while her real body took time to heal.

An hour had passed, or it may have been a few days. There was no perception of time in this place. Y/N could close her eyes for only a second, and a year could pass.

Surprisingly, she never seemed to get bored. Memories would play out in front of her. They were all from before she left her home near the Entertainment District. Sometimes she'd be young, other times she'd be almost grown. One way or the other, they always contained Ume or Gyutaro. Sweet moments that she had long forgotten had started to become known again.

Finally having the energy to sit up, Y/N looked around the empty void. Everything started to change. The dark colors began to contort into a memory she had shoved away.

Gyutaro and her were both fifteen at the time. They both had been walking through Entertainment District. The sun was warm, yet the air was chilly. Both walking side by side, they would subtly draw closer to each other's warmth.

"Are you sure Ume will be okay being alone for a few hours? I could've stayed and babysat—"

"—No, I planned this just for us anyway. She'll be alright, I promise!" He looked away for a moment, urging the warmth in his cheeks to subside.

Y/N hummed as they continued to stroll through the district. It was oddly quiet, but that was because only the fun activities happened at night. There were hardly any people around, either.

"Hey, Gyutaro," she began, nudging his arm so that he would pay attention. "This might sound kinda dumb, but do you think I could be an Oiran? I think it would be fun, you know?" Just as Y/N asked that question, they walked by a popular house. Through one of the windows, she could see multiple women preparing for the busy night ahead.

"Fuck no. I don't want any of those nasty, grimy men touching you!" Gyutaro snapped, suddenly pulling her closer to his side.

"Oh...okay, then. What about Ume, then? Is it not the same thing?"

"Gross— I don't wanna think about my little sister like that."

"So you think I'm not pretty enough to be someone like Ume?"

It was only meant to tease him, but Gyutaro quickly turned red in the face. His attitude dissipated in an instant. He forced them to stop walking, and in his best attempt, tried to show remorse.

"I-I didn't mean it like that," again, anxiety made him look away and break eye contact. Y/N huffed as he did so. "You're very pretty, and I still can't wrap my head around how you're so comfortable holding my hand like this." She hadn't even realized he had reached for her. It felt so natural to hold hands like this.

"I was just teasing," the hand he wasn't holding framed one side of his face, warm against his frosty cheek. "I'm sorry if I offended you. If that's what you want, I won't try and be an Oiran."

Y/N pressed her lips against his cheek for only a moment, and then ended the conversation with a light hug. Gyutaro didn't have any words, but shed a rare smile as he wrapped his arms back around her.

The memory vanished like smoke. Y/N was left staring at the same empty void again. She sighed, curling back into the same ball she had been in before.

"Well, wasn't that sweet? Teenagers are so ridiculous!"

She hadn't heard his voice in over a year. While she had grown slightly more accustomed to his presence, Y/N doubted that he was real. With a groan, she covered her eyes.

"You're not even real...go bother someone else for a change."

His steps resonated through the void. Cold hands shook at her shoulders, making Y/N abruptly sit up with a gasp.

"I'm very much real," a thousand shades of color stared back at Y/N through Douma's eyes. The phrase in his pupils was etched brightly. "We heard your screams, and it seems I found you first. Now, how do I get you out of this?" He looked around as if he would find something. Clicking his tongue in disappointment, he looked back down to Y/N.

"What do you mean 'we heard your screams'? Who is we?"

Douma chuckled, rubbing the back of his neck. "Demons. We, as in demons. The master is very upset, as am I. That little lover of yours is quite distraught, too!" He laughed hysterically, ignoring the confused expression Y/N harbored.

"You mean Gyutaro? Why would he—?"

Her face became drained of color. Douma noticed this, feigning ignorance as he smiled.

"Oh...you didn't know? I thought my hint from last time said everything needed?" bringing a hand to Y/N's head, he ruffled her hair like a parent would do to their oblivious child.

"You didn't dare?!" her screams echoed in the void, just like her cries. "What about Ume? I'll fucking kill you—!"

"—Oh hush," distain marked his features, and he held a finger to her lips. "They were dying anyway. I saved them, thinking solely of you as I did so. Wouldn't you have wanted this?"

Yes, and no. All three of them were now bound to immortality. What a big mess she'd made.

"Don't give me that look; it's primarily your fault, Y/N," pleasure gleamed in his eyes as he explained what she didn't want to hear. "You know what you did, leading the poor boy on like that, knowing you were leaving! That's something only naughty girls do. Are you not flooded with shame?"

"Shut up! I was scared! I-I wasn't ready for marriage, and the way he—!"

"Oh, I saw what he did, and it was rather creative and showed just how much he loved you! Yet, like some spoiled brat, you left them high and dry. Answer me; are you not ashamed?"

Her head hung low, in yes, shame. Selfish tears ran down her face. Her eyelashes were damp with them.

"You've grown spoiled. Don't forget that the abilities you possess are because of me. It's such a shame though that they can't be used on us, and only those pitiful humans you care so much about. The ones who almost killed you in greed, by the way."

His words kept cutting deeper and deeper. Douma was right, anyway. Y/N had been selfish and too hasty. This was only her punishment. He didn't try to console her as she wept.

"I would love to wipe those pretty little tears away, but I'm in a bit of a bind trying to figure out where you are. Tell me, and I'll set you free." His breath was cool against her ear. Y/N sniffled, wiping at her eyes as she prepared to speak.

"You'll kill everyone...why should I tell you?"

He was silent, but thought about her question.

"Ah, you worry about that little girl, Maya? Don't worry, she won't see a thing. Unfortunately, she's not so little anymore. She's...let me think— sixty now?" He genuinely couldn't remember how old she was, but Douma was close enough in guessing.

"...Fine. I'll tell you, but please, spare Maya and her family."

"Of course, of course..."