What's up, pookies (｡•̀ᴗ-)✧
Anyways, this story will kinda be short? So yeah. And, I'm not gonna make the fighting scene so I might skip it... And it took me a damn long T^T
Well, technically, there's only a small fighting scene or just none.
And I know I took way too long to update but give me a break! I'm a student! I have school stuff like my cousin Darcy! This might have some slight cringe but just go with it (~￣³￣)~
Oh! What should our little demon's name be?
★ Ayumi
★ Rosemary
★ Ruby
★ Eva
The most vote will become her name! (≧▽≦)
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The little girl's pov:
Tears streamed down her cheeks, she curled into a ball with her knees closed or her chest and her head buried in her arms.
She silently cried, scared that she might hurt innocent people that she didn't want to hurt.
She tried to use thought communication but failed miserably. Calling for help will be failure, she learned from self experience.
She looked up, her ocean blue eyes that was once dull look lively but glistened from tears.
Images of the people she hurt and killed, flashing in front of her eyes. She was trapped. Trapped in the endless and dark void. The only thing she can hear are her sobs that filled the silence in the void.
Closing her eyes, clenching her fists, she buried her face back to her arms, her tears already dry from crying for who knows how long.
Remembering her past, she remembered her grandmother. Her grandmother's hugs and lullabies, stuck in her mind, but she can't remember what she looks like.
She remembered the lullaby her grandmother used to sing to her when she was only quite young.
A young little girl layed down on her bed with her grandmother, sitting beside her with a smile on her wrinkled face before slowly starting singing.
"A man came across this old tower one day
It was straight like from a book he once read
He lifted his head up and saw this young lady
And here's what the lady said:
"Moi je m'appelle mademoiselle
Noir Et comme vous pouvez le voir
Je ne souris, ni ris, ni vis."
Et c'est tout ce qu'elle a dit
The man was so scared he could only run away
He ran to the town and then said:
"I just saw a lady with the longest dark hair
And I think she's a living dead!"
The people, so scared, took their guns and their swords
They ran to the tower and then
They saw the pale lady and felt a great fear
When they heard how she said it again:
"Moi je m'appelle mademoiselle Noir
Et comme vous pouvez le voir
Je ne souris, ni ris, ni vis."
Et c'est tout ce qu'elle a dit
The people, they knew what this all was about:
She was clearly a demon from hell
They decided to set her long hair on fire
In the end it would burn her as well
But the lady was no demon she was a lonely soul
Just like in that book they once read
Still waiting for her prince while her hair was on fire
The one last time she said:
"Moi je m'appelle mademoiselle
Noir Et comme vous pouvez le voir
Je ne souris, ni ris, ni vis."
Et c'est tout ce qu'elle a dit"
(Title: Mademoiselles noir from YouTube)
The little girl opened her eyes, new tears streaming down her face.
"Nana..."
Her cries became louder and she lifted her head, letting tears stream down her cheeks to her chin.
"YUKISA! HELP!"
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"YUKISA! HELP!"
The voice that yukisa know so well echoed in her mind. Her eyes wide in shock but with a sign of relief.
"My lady! Do not worry! We'll save you!" She shouted both in thought communication and outside communication.(?)
(A/N: Ugh... I don't know how to write the fighting scene bruh... I'm literally crying and screaming internally.)
Turning her attention to rimuru, who looked at her in curiosity and confusion but the determined look in yukisa's eyes made him think what she is.
Looking back to the ogres and hobgoblins before to her, he nodded. "So? What's the plan?"
Heavy stomps and the sounds of leaves crunching under the force of heavy steps. The beast that had the little girl inside of it, walked around, trying to find prey who had gotten away.
Growls and hisses coming out of its large disturbing mouth as black goo drip down. Its large feet like large claws leaving footprints on the ground as it walks.
It's red bloody eyes scanning it's surroundings with its ears high and alert. It's long black tail swinging from side to side as it continued to scan it's surroundings.
"Hey! Over here!"
And in lightning speed, the beast snapped its head to the source of the yell to see the weak looking goblin. Gobta. Waving at him while riding on his tempest wolf.
"Bet you can't catch me, big back!" Shouted gobta, sticking his tongue out in a taunting way.
Angered by the mockery, the beast let out a loud roar before running towards gobta with high speed.
Surprised by the speed, gobta immediately turned his wolf around and began the chase of cat and mouse.
Fear could be written on the goblin's face as he screamed for his life with tears pricking in the corner of his eyes.
Large heavy stomps from behind made him to tell his wolf to go faster which his wolf obeyed but the beast was already on their tail.
Roars and heavy footsteps from behind does not help calming his beating heart that was ramming in his chest.
“AAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!”
Gobta screamed but that was until he saw the clearing which made him finally smile before jumping.
The beast followed him and jumped as well...
...but the beast does not realised...
...it was a trap all along...
The beast roared loudly when it was suppressed(?) up in the air but if you look closely, you'll see the slightest gleam of a thread.
Coming out behind a tree, stood rimuru with both hands on his hips as he grinned behind his mask before turning to yukisa and nodded.
Yukisa nodded back before turning her attention to the screeching and roaring beast who's trying to pull it's way out by pulling at the thread but the results were failing.
“My lady...”
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LITTLE DEMON - R. TEMPEST X CHILD READER
Fanfiction"..." ★★★ Tears of joy, tears of sadness, tears of anger, but what kind of tears am I producing? A 5 year old girl who was sold off at the age of 2 by her irresponsible parents to scientists was experimented at a young age. And growing up for 3 year...
