"I told you, didn't I? She will be the knife that finally breaks you"
This is the sequel to Belladonna
Rindou Haitani x reader
PS: All characters except Rin and Azumi belong to the wonderful author Ken Wakui. Also, the photos don't belong to me, cr...
"If happiness had a form what would it look like?" The purple-haired girl hums softly as she fiddles with a lighter. She doesn't light the flames, simply watching it flicker on and off. As if it would burn the darkness and shithole she lived in.
"... I don't know," the boy replies, the shards of his glasses fall quietly onto the bloody concrete. He tries to piece them together but each try is only a feeble attempt, enlarging the broken slits. Blood slowly seeps down his fingers, falling onto the broken shards but the boy doesn't seem to mind too much. The pain rather is a means to keep himself from falling, collapsing into the darkness that threatens to drown him alive.
The girl hums softly in response, her eyes drifting from her lighter to the boy's hands. She wills her bruised and achy legs to stand, kneeling beside him. Her small porcelain hands gently remove the broken glasses from his grip. "You're bleeding..."
A pleasant silence fills the run-down area, her hands slowly move to wrap up her brothers wounded hand leaving only the rustling of fabric in that cold bloody room.
"... she saw love... in my empty heart," the boy finally breaks the calm silence in a faint and trembling tone. The girl understood without having to be explained, slowly and carefully taking a seat next to him on the cold hard crate of that shithole of a city.
"How about about a story?" The girl hums as she leans back against the cold wall.
"A story? Is that your new way of cheering me up?" The boy replies jokingly, a bitter chuckle escaping his lips as he bites back the dark thoughts that consume him. Those thoughts that slowly but steadily erode him.
The girl's gaze remained in the distance far beyond the broken windows, a soft hum in her voice as she spoke. "Legend has it that there exists a shop which is here... yet not here." Her words only earns a confused look from the boy but he listens quietly nonetheless. "The only people who go in... are the only ones who must go in."
"Must you use riddles all the time?" The boy scoffs yet there's no irritation in his voice, lacking any bite to it.
She chuckles softly, her purplish-grey eyes flickering to the horizon. After a moment of silence, the boy indulges her. "Who are the ones that must go in?... To that shop?"
"Hm... who knows? Perhaps it doesn't even exist. Something... we will to life in hopes... of a sanctuary." The girl replies, her voice soft and holding the same humming-like tone. "Some say... those who enter each leave without any memories of their encounter with the store or... the store owner."
The boy stays quiet, his eyes drifting down to his wounded hands. He clenches them tight, hoping the physical pain will help him escape his nightmare.
"I wonder... just how many stories that store has recorded. And just how many were painted in black and white." The girl hums softly, her gaze fixed to the unknown distance. The sun sets in an eerie silence, casting the sky into a sickening red.
"Why... why would they leave such stupid stories like that?" The boy questions, his voice laced with a bitter resignation.
"People... they leave behind memories, hoping that the memory of their existence remains. After all, life will seem meaningless if nothing is left behind. No one wishes to believe their existence was born for the sole reason to die." The girl responds, letting the silence once again fill the small cold room.
The latter chuckles bitterly in response, his hands trembling and clenched so hard that the wounds reopen earning a small frown from the girl.
"If I was the main character of a story... it would definitely be a tragedy."
Rin's POV
My eyes follow Rindou's figure as it disappears in the distance, spinning my lollipop around my fingers.
"That's a pretty messed up way of viewing a bird in a cage," Takeomi says as he takes another puff of his cigarette.
"I never said I was sane, now did I?" I hum playfully in response earning an chuckle from the latter.
"Batshit crazy. Both you and that desperate brother of yours that's running like a mad man."
I simply shrug in response, turning away to walk back down the spiraling stairs back into the chaotic club.
Takeomi's POV
I watch as Rin's figure fades as she descends the stairs, my eyes drifting back down the railings to where Rindou and that blond woman ran past.
I wonder which one she was talking about?
Was that woman the bird in the cage or was Rindou?
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