Someone Like You (Lloyd x Reader)

Chapter 22

Eat Your Young
— Reinaeiry

"Come and get some,
Skinnin' the children for a war drum.
Put in front of the table,
sellin' bongs and guns.
It's quicker and easier to eat your young."

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"Y/n, I understand you are frustrated, but start from the beginning. When did he first come to you?"

Looking up at the bright lights that surrounded the camera, I wince slightly at the thought of being interrogated like a prisoner. Like the bad guy that everyone refused to believe I am. And perhaps they were correct, but in my visions, the dreams of the Overlord communicating with me...

"I saw what I would become." I finally answered my mother's question. Usually, I'd start the day with a journal entry.

Today, well it was almost that, just digital. Arashi was adamant on recording me for some reason that I had refused to ask further questions on. The details could come later.

"I didn't realise at first because it was against The Overlord's own Stone Army. The Ninja and I had saved a woman and her dog. Misako found us and came running in our direction with a scroll in hand. She wanted to fill us in about her discovery and what was going on. I distinctly remember Jay mentioning that 'things couldn't get any worse'. I guess he did always have a knack for predicting the worst of what was to come. Although, I did also wonder the same for Zane. At one point I eventually decided he was more likely to proclaim the obvious."

"Moving on.." My mother eventually gestures to the next question before I could squeeze in another rambled sentence.

The bright lights momentarily dim before she grabs my elemental blade and places it in front of me before the light shone back onto my face. This time I was prepared for the blinding lights to find my eyes so I closed them first before slowly opening them. It did help ever so slightly.

"What is your elemental power?"

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Hours had passed since this morning and I was beyond exhausted. I don't know why, it's not like I'd done anything emotionally or physically draining. But then again, that was a lie.

Everything I knew was a lie.

My mother knew that, and Misako and Sensei were probably also aware of the issue that was placed in my hands the moment my elemental blade came to be.

Why did it exist? What are my powers? And who the hell was the master of wind if not me?

I hated the unknowing. I hated that someone else knew, but I was keeping myself prisoner in my own room— my own home. This was worse then torture in more ways then one. Mostly because I knew I was doing it to myself rather than anyone else having to do it instead. I was the one who gave the Overlord or Uchū the whip and they weren't afraid to use it.

Fate.

Destiny.

That's all it ever was in this life. There weren't coincidences, but always a reason behind something that happened. And it annoyed me to Hell. At this rate, it went beyond not knowing my elemental power, but the fact that Lloyd and I lost our childhood.