Unloveable (TWST x male reader) (DISCONTINUED/REWRITTEN)

Chapter 5: The Jealousy Of Love (Edited)

"Dad! Dad!" A young Vil ran over to a beautiful older man. "I did it! I passed the audition!" The man smiled, "Congratulations, what did you get this time?" 

The question made Vil frown. "Oh... the star... well the star villain."

The man smiled, not noticing Vil's sadness, "Smart directer. To put such a pretty boy as the villain." 

Vil frowned, crossing his arms sadly. "Why am I always the villain? Do I really look that mean?" The man shook his head, "No, no. Far from it. It's because you're an exceptionally beautiful, charming boy. Stories wouldn't have any dramatic flair without the villains. They're an essential and special part of  any production. Sometimes productions are more selective about their villain casting than their hero casting." He put a hand on his son's small shoulder. "You should be proud." 

Vil hung his head, "But— but villains never stay on the stage until the end..." he muttered. His father didn't hear him.

"But villains never stay on stage to the end. Do they?" Vil's voice echoed, "Once their role is finished, all they do is watch from the shadows as the happy ending plays out. What I want... what I want is to stay on the stage longer than anyone..."

The scene changed, three young boys ran over to the young Vil.

"Hey look! It's that bully from the TV show!" One of them jeered. 

"How can anyone be so mean? He must be pretty messed up!" Another yelled. 

"He looks pretty wimpy, let's go and teach him a lesson!" Vil didn't pay them any mind, he just kept his head down.

They took only a step forward before a voice yelled at them. "HEY! You better not be thinking of ganging up on that guy!"

"Ah! Run it's Jack!!" The boys ran off, a boy with wolf ears and tail walked in front of the smaller boy. "You're the new kid right? You alright?" 

Vil crossed his arms, "I'm trained in martial arts. I could've taken them myself." 

Jack blushed, "O— oh!? Really? Sorry for butting in then." 

Vil giggled, "It's okay! Thank you for your help! Those kids were trying to hold me accountable for a work of fiction." He scuffed, "Silly boys... all of them." 

"I don't watch too much TV, but, it seems your acting was convincing enough for them to think it was real." Jack complemented, Vil blushed, "I suppose; next time I'll be the hero and move them to tears!"

"I always aim for the same role— but; all I get is the villain."

"Did you hear? The movie adaptation of a children's novel starring Neige Leblanche pulled 20 million thaumarks in its first week!" Vil snarled at the two adults. 

"Neige is just incredible. That friendly charm and wholesome vibe comes natural to him!" Another adult cheered. 

"Vil was a pretty impressive villain himself. He carries himself with a real dignity. You'd never guess he was only 12 years old. He's gonna be a hero one of these days." A man leaning against a wall said. A cigarette in his hand.

"I don't know, he's almost too perfect. Ya know? He's like otherworldly beautiful. Vil is too special to be relatable to other teens. Without that relatability I feel he'll never be the hero." 

Vil frowned. Is that supposed to be a compliment? He thought. 

"I would do anything to be beautiful." It showed Vil walking down a dirt path, "The most rigorous training, the most tedious hair and skin regimens..." He picked up a pomegranate, "I would shy away from none of it." He opened it in between his fingers, "And yet..." the juice dripped between his fingers. "Why? Why is it never me!?" He looked up, the red juice making his fingers sticky. "All I want is to stay on stage until the end..."

The pomegranate fell to the ground.

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"Vil... oh my fair Vil... please wake up"

Vil stirred, "Ugh... how— how am I?" He asked, covering his eyes. "You're stable, nothing serious." A voice he wasn't familiar with said, "Oh thank the 7, that light in your eyes in back." A voice with a heavy French accent said.

He felt something under his head shift, "Leona can you get me a warm cloth?" The voice asked; he heard a grumble and a few moment's later he felt a warm, damp cloth being placed over his eyes.

"What a relief!" Kalim cried, "Vil!! I was sooo worried!!" The heir flopped onto Vil, landing on y/n in the process. "Al-Asim-sama... you're crushing me..." y/n whispered. "Ah sorry!!" Kalim sat up. Y/n nodded, "It's no problem..."

"I'm so glad you're alright..." Deuce sighed walking over to them, "I'm— I'm sorry you had to see that undignified display. Only third-rate people throw tantrums; and take their problems out on others. My conduct was the most unbecoming of it all."

"You bet it is." Leona sneered, standing behind y/n. "I've never seen such a pitiful performance." 

"Ah agree with Leona-Sama. Ah thought yeh said people grow outta temper tantrums by the time they be three?" Epel stated, crossing his arms like Leona. Y/n thought it was cute how he was trying to imitate the lion prince.

"Yes... you're right, Epel. I am no longer fit to be your leader."

"Were you ever to began with?" Ruggie mumbled, y/n elbowed him in the shen. "Ow... not nice y/n!"

"I would not say that just yet, Ron du Poison. I'm afraid you'll find that none of us are lying prone." Rook knelt next to the lying Vil. "Huh?"

"Rook's right. You haven't actually hurt anyone. You haven't stepped over that line yet." Kalim knelt down as well.

"Listen: Neige LeBanche is out there right now, happily dancing with the seven dwarfs." Jamil stated, looking bored.

"After you the way you ran us through the wringer training us to get all the way here, there's no way we're letting ya pull out now!!" Ace scolded. 

"It's a stretch... but let's just say we got a little worked up at practice and got into a team brawl." Y/n looked down, knowing no one would lie for him if he overblotted. 

"All of you... all of you want to forget about this!?" Vil sat up, not even giving y/n a glance. "Oh hell no. None of us are forgiving you." Leona growled, lifting y/n to his feet and shoving him behind himself and Ruggie. 

"I'm saying that we can hold off on the explanations to the staff and faculty until after the competition." Y/n shifted, he hated to be around people: especially people who everyone likes and sticks up for. He wished to sneak out and blend into the crowd.

Vil laughed, "Ah, Jamil... you're so so cruel— *Cough Cough!*" Rook ran forward catching Vil, who had stumbled. "Vil!" The housewarden pushed Rook away standing on his own feet. "Oh, stop. I only stumbled a tad. Spare me your plaintive cry's." 

Y/n grumbled, successfully slipping away from the group without anyone noticing.

He walked to where is locker is, deciding to wait there for the show to start. He opened his locker, staring at his things. His bag sat on the bottom, his (fake) fur coat hung on the hook, his jacket he was wearing was supposed to hang on the other hook; his gloves and hat lay next to his bag under his coat. His water-bottle sat on the other side, it was still filled with vitamin infused water. Vil had seen how little vitamins he had in a day, so he gave the 1st year powered supplements. 

The thought wondered into his mind of just crawling into his locker and dealing with the consequences of skipping later. But before he could act on those thoughts a voice cut him off.

"Child of man."

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Word Count: 1330

(Edited)

YA'LL I SWEAR I HAVEN'T GIVEN THIS BOOK UP YET!! I WAS GOING THOUGH THE WORST WRITERS BLOCK EVER!!! 

Anyway this is the worst chapter yet. This was not worth the wait but please vote anyway this took for. Ev. Er.

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