[Inspired by Season 1 Episode 18 of Black Butler]
( Uta P.O.V )
I regret leaving (Y/n)'s side for even one second. If I didn't then I wouldn't be in this situation...if we didn't get in a fight over him just listening to me then he wouldn't have been pissed and left me to my own devices and I wouldn't have been kidnapped....
Mist covered the area around me, I could feel it all the way down to my bone. It felt as if I was floating in an abyss of sorrow and deprivation.
"Uta" I hear a child call for me "Uta? Uta!" My eyes opened and searched for the bearer of these words. As I searched I suddenly was confronted by little blank Polaroid images floating in front of me.
"This is your past" The voice said condemningly "some things are good and some are so far from the right path that it's disgusting" I reached my hand out, wanting to catch one of the images in my hand, "Oh, you choose that one? Fantastico~" my hand touched the Polaroid image and I was suddenly blinded by a bright white light.
I was transported to somewhere friggid I felt as if I was in case in ice. I open my eyes little and and I looked ahead of me, limp on the ground was my,
"Father?" I called out. Right beside my father appeared an angel like figure. His wings purple matching his hair in his suit black and red striped. He wore a smug smirk on his face, I looked at his hand blood was freshly on it and dripping down to the ground "You're--" I tried to stutter his name but the surroundings brought back too many painful memories I can't even think straight. The angel bent down and lifted my father's body I saw his face, a face which I have not seen for a long time. My eyes widened in shock as I saw what I saw many years ago.
I bent over and vomited in my previous meal. Seeing what was in the past, did not settle well at all.
Everything then went black.
~ (Narrator P.O.V ) ~
(Y/n) and Yomo were then thrown into the domain of the reepers. (Y/n) landed on his feet while on the other hand Yomo landed on his ass.
"Master?!" (Y/n) called out as he then looked around to the unfamiluar area "Where did he go?" He questioned in a panic
"Aw shit..." Yomo said in a whisper "There is the reaper library, the thing we've been looking for. It holds all the Polaroids of every humans life." Before Yomo stopped talking (Y/n) already began his way toward the library, the last place you'd see any of his kind.
The library is huge. It looked to be about 5 stories high, maybe even 6. It looked to be sculpted out of pure marble. The shinny surface of the marble allowed (Y/n) to see a reflection of himself. (Y/n) walked up to tall burgendy doors, and hesitated for a mere second before barging in.
The sound of something like a zip line, sounded off as a weapon elongated itself towards the duo. (Y/n) dodged the weapon as it continued to aim for the reaper behind him. The weapon, looking like an aligator head on a stick, stopped just short of Yomo's head.
"I thought I smelled something reched. You dare bring a, fucking, Demon into reaper central? I'm surprised one of his kind would even dare step foot in here"
"Nishki, be careful with that" Yomo said in a bland voice.
"And you call yourself a damn grim reaper..." Nishki clicked his tongue as he fixed his glasses "who let's a Demon like that in here" he pointed to (Y/n) "letting in unwanted vermin...."
"Letting in unwanted vermin is fine, Nishki, but what about your lice problem?" (Y/n) asked getting Nishki attention.
"Oh... you're referring to the Angel" Nishki sighed "seems I won't be sleeping tonight"
