Forgive me, Kinkou Order, my friends, my family, I can't do it...
I dropped the pistol as soon as I lifted my index finger off of the trigger. I fall to my knees in defeat, crawling as fast as I can to the back of the bench. I pull onto Akali's shoulders as I lift myself up, then wrap my arms around her. Akali starts to weep into my shoulder, silently to not reveal any sign of weakness to me.
I drop the toughness act and turn into a baby, letting my stoicism go for a different change of pace. I can feel a surge of regret, sadness, and defeat as I cry into her. My tears are something I have not felt in a long time as they completely dampen my face. One tear, one slight frown was never enough for what I truly feel day to day.
After I let out a total of 10 teardrops, I counted, which is an incredible record for me, Akali feels comfortable to let it all out. My statuesque demeanor returns, but I still can't get rid of the surge of emotions within me.
Akali: <MY LIFE WAS FLASHING BEFORE MY EYES!!!> WHY?! WHYYYY?! WHY HAVE YOU DONE THIS, WHAT THE FUCK IS YOUR PROBLEM?! WUH... UH... I-I TRUSTED YOU-
*CRYING ENSUES!*
Y/N: <I'm sorry... I'm sorry Akali...> You will never forgive me for this... I am sorry...
I gently run my hands up and down her back as she clenches my back even harder. She squeezes tighter, more than I'm able to handle, but I handle it anyway. She continues crying and I resort to bringing my hand up to her head. I pat her head, running my hand through her slicked, tied-back hair.
Y/N: <I'm not going to do it. It's okay, I'm not going to do it... I'll never do it again, I don't care what they say, they can't make me. Fuck this, fuck this, FUCK THIS!!!> Fuck my cover, fuck the government... Just let it all out...
Akali: Y-you pulled a gun on me... w-why?
Y/N: I just said it... I-I feel awful about it, please don't make me say it again, please...
Akali: Right... y-yeah, y'know I should kill you for this...
Y/N: Please do... Do it now, if you must. I would understand...
Akali: However, I'm better than the demon that I was. The murder-bot that was bred to kill shit with no discrimination, like you. Pulling a gun on a friend, on someone who was willing to accept what heinous things you've done already. First my boyfriend, then me?! I BET YOU KILLED YASUO!!!
Y/N: Akali, shhh-
*SHING!*
She pulls back, her makeup ruined. Her kunai goes for my throat, and I can feel it slowly cut into me as she continues to push. If it goes any deeper, I'm not going to survive, I must talk fast.
Akali: Did you? I knew it was you because if it wasn't, you'd be dead alongside him. Admit it... you did it...
Y/N: Y-yes-
Akali: What was that, trust-breaking FILTH?! Fucking snake...
Y/N: IT WAS ME!!!
She pulls the kunai away, putting it back from where she got it, which I have no idea of. She stares at me, trickling her eyes down to my neck. She drags her finger across my bleeding neck, which was cut a little worse than a bad paper cut. She feels my blood between her two fingers, then looks back into my eyes.
Akali: I-I think... I w-want to be alone r-right now...
Y/N: I understand.
Akali: L-leave... Leave right fucking now...
*JINGLE-SLAP!*
She throws Seraphine's keychain at me, right in my face. I catch it in my hand after it hits my face, bruising something for sure.
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Kunai Beats Shuriken (K/DA Akali x Male Reader)
Roman d'amourThe Kinkou Order was an ancient organization that was devoted to the balancing of the spiritual and physical world, having no preference. This goes back to older times when religion had a bigger steeple, integration in society. Nowadays, groups like...
