Billy Kid Oneshots | Zenless Zone Zero | ZZZ

around town

Billy x Sons of Calydon Reader
Angst heheh
Short chapter 😔
(Made during 1.1, before Chapter 4)
Update! 1.2 came out!! None of this oneshot has spoilers and this is not related to any of the Canon Events! This isn't how Billy left the Sons of Calydon lmao.

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Red jacket, white hair. It was his signature look. And oh how you missed him, cruising down the deserted streets of the Outer Ring on a black motorcycle, his red one gleaming in the blazing sun's reflection. For times on end in the day, the crew would race around the sandy streets without a care in the world except for each other.

All of you were there in the gang, one way or another but all of that didn't matter in those hours. Just zooming by as the welcoming yellow sun watched over the rubble on the dead grass. Then the night always ended in a dingy bar, the room being filled with rock music and laughter.

You missed it. You missed it a lot. Of course you still did that, driving on your black motorcycle with the others, partying till sun rise. But it felt different. It was different.

Instead of driving for fun, you drove to forget your feelings. Instead of partying for the hell of it, you drank your worries away, not stepping a foot on the dance floor. You wanted him back.

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You've been lurking around Lumina Square with some of the gang. Of course the others had their reasons and so did you. Leaning against a wall of an alley, your thumb repeatedly scrolled up on your phone screen, your eyes grazing past each post on Inter-Knot.

You often debated on posting a missing poster online to find him, but deciding not, so PubSec won't track your IP to find the gang. Honestly, you felt uneasy being in the heart of New Eridu, the Police Starion being so close to your wrists.

Clutching at your pocket, you zoned out, staring at the busy square, people of all sorts bustling around doing who knows what. A old woman, being escorted by some grey haired lady, comforting her like a caretaker. The sight was sweet.

There was some group of high schoolers, presumably talking about homework as their black haired friend dozed off on a bench. It was peaceful.

At the bubble tea shop stood a Bear beast Thiren, handing the tired cashier money as 3 other people talked joyfully, holding their cups. Looks like a wholesome family.

Your eyes just kept scanning over each person in the crowd, aimlessly looking for him like you've done so many times before in the square. You knew it was pointless. He was probably long gone somewhere, yet you held on.

You clutched onto all of your memories, not wanting to admit. The gang was your family, you couldn't just forget one of them cause of an incident. He's went through so much, he'd be okay. You hoped. Hoping and hoping after each day, his absence hitting you straight in the face like-

Pause. Your eyes froze in surprise and they zoomed back to the sight. White hair. Red jacket. The same hair style, the same red leather jacket. Was your eyes and mind playing tricks on you? Hallucinating for the first time in your life?

You didn't care. It was a possibility, and you had to take it unlike the many times before. Shoving your phone into your pocket, you ran out from the alley, shoving your way through the crowd. All of the yelps and angered words from some pedestrians flew by your head, all of the hustle and bustle being tuned out of your mind.

Pass the old lady where the 2 were entering the metro. Dodge the bench where those students sat, too concentrated on some riddle on their phone. And completely ignoring the tea shop. You did all of that for a crave. A crave for your normal. A sweet, peaceful and wholesome family, back with the gang. Like how everything was before the incident.

You had to see him again. You had to meet with him again. But he escaped your grasp by a simple blink. Halting to a stop, you swung your head around wildly, trying to get another glimpse of his white hair. Or his red leather jacket. Or even his yellow glowing eyes. But nothing.

Not a drop of metal. Not an ounce of red paint from a motorcycle. Not a glow from his eyes. He slipped out of your grasp, like the millions of times before. Before you knew it, your legs gave up and you kneeled down on the pavement. With your knees being stinged from the pavement below, you were brought back to sense.

He wasn't here. Your mind played tricks on you. You betrayed yourself.

You pulled it out of your pocket, the only remains of where he last was seen. His bullet casing. Staring down at the gold, metallic case, it reminded you of the sun. The sun gleaming down as all of you rode around the streets. Gleaming on his metal body.

You wished you never fell in love with him. It could've saved you time. All the time wasted on trying to find him. All the time wasted on trying to confess. Or maybe the minute you reached out to grab his hand to lead to the dance floor. What once was your cherished memory, was now a taunting moment where your life was filled with a crave to reach out once again.

Just a graze of his cold, metal fingers once more. One more secretive glance to his fluffy white hair. Or even just one more word from his sickeningly melodic voice. 

What you could've been. What both of you could've done. Maybe if you confessed, the incident would've been avoided. Someday, somewhere or somehow. Closing your fist around the cold metal, you hung your head down before hoarsely croaking out in helplessness.

"Billy..."

You got up, pocketing the bullet case and turned on your heel. You left the parking lot.

If only you could've left your feelings on the tear stained pavement....

Just maybe.