She took his hand. That was how it all started.
She never wanted to be a part of the Agency. She never wanted to have an ability that took so much to be able to control. She just wanted to be a normal girl. She wanted to live in her small apartment, with her two cats, working her job as a tattoo artist. That's all she ever wanted.
But they just had to go and take her. It could have been anyone. Anyone at all. But they just had to chose her. She always hated them for that. Her life was hard enough. She was an orphan. She never even really got to know her parents. She'd lived on her own for as long as she could remember. Of course, that was until they took her.
She thought, 'maybe this is how I should end up. Maybe I deserve this.' But that was far from the truth. She didn't deserve any of this. They treated her so terribly and she couldn't even begin to figure out why. But she dealt with it. Now, don't get me wrong, at first she wouldn't have any of it. She was 19 years old, she wanted to go out and live her life. She struggled. She spat on them, kicked them, bit them a few times, but it was all in naught, as they never freed her. They just got angry and hit her.
She just gave up trying. She didn't even know how long she'd been in there. She stopped counting after three months. It got so bad that she started forgetting her name, her age, her birthday, everything. She forgot everything except for what they did to her.
She could never forget. They didn't let her. Every time they came in, they would slap her 6 times, burn her skin 2 times, cut her arms and legs 6 times, and whip her 3 times, just so she would remover everything. 6263. That was her number. She always remembered that. She was experiment 6263. She never thought she would get out.
And then the silver haired man showed up one day, out of the blue. She never knew how he managed to help free her, but he came in and knocked out the guards, set her free from her ropes, explained that he was there to save her, and held out his hand.
She took his hand. That sealed the deal. The next day, she became part of the agency, and everyone welcomed her with open arms. Though, she wasn't sure they did it just to be nice. But before they knew it, they all grew quite fond of her. It was hard not to. She was so outgoing, and witty, yet she could be so deadly at the same time.
After a few months of being in the agency, rumors went around. They called her the devil. They said she could never be loved. They said she never had a chance at living happily.
Sure, she may have been a devil. She was sassy, and could kill you in an instant if she wanted to, and she wasn't afraid to show the fact that she was intimidating off. She had the coldest glare. But she had the purest of hearts.
It's hard to forget that she started out as a shy little adult. She was so outgoing, and sarcastic, and could sass you into next year, but was serious when she needed to be. Sure, she was a little insane, but she had a reason to be.
Nobody knows her real name. Or the name of her ability. Nobody even really knew what she was capable of, aside from the agency. But those who had seen it knew not to mess with her. You don't mess with her or her friends and get away with it. It's just not something you'd ever want to do. And you never ever want to make her mad.
Nobody knows what happened to her when she was in custody of that terrible organization, nobody except her of course. She remembered perfectly.
Despite the way she acts, and what she's been through, the people at the agency love her. They respect her.
She loved surprising her enemy when they were cocky and thought they could win. She had never lost a fight. It usually turns out that the enemy automatically assumes they are going to win because she is a female, but boy are they wrong. See, his girl was like a little ninja. When really into it, she was amazing.
She gave up on being normal. Normal is boring. She was unique, and she knew it.
Most people who saw her on the streets would stop and stare. Not because she was crazy, or weird looking. It was because she was beautiful. She has long, super curly, black/gray in th roots, and sea foam blur through the rest hair, that reaches down to her butt, and pale yellow eyes that could take anyone's breath away. She had defined cheek bones, and a chiseled jawline. She wasn't very tall. She was 5'1, but boy did she have attitude. She wasn't super skinny. She has big thighs and big calfs. She had a large chest and wide hips. She has a small waist and a defined collar bone. She has tattoos on her arms and legs, and one on her back. She has a quote around her collarbone. It says 'don't trust a perfect person'.
She wasn't perfect. She could never hope to be perfect. I mean, come on, she was feared by more than just a few. Yeah, she was pretty intimidating and nobody has ever lost to her, but she still wasn't perfect. She had her own demons to deal with. Yet, she never really showed any of the pain. She just continued to smile as if nothing has ever been wrong. Everyone respected her for that.
Nobody from the agency understood how someone so amazing could be so misunderstood. She was deadly. Yet somehow she brought life.
They called her Amnesia.
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Hello! So this is my first BSD fanfiction, and my first fanfiction that I'm actually really serious about. It's not going to be the best, and it's not going to be easy for me but I hope you all enjoy and I hope it turns out to be what you hoped! Sorry this chapter sucked and it seemed like I was rambling but I tried ahh >.< anyway, I shall see you next chapter!
(Also, I may not have a steady updating schedule so don't expect that. And I'm really weird and awkward so I hope you'll be able to deal with me lmao XD.)
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monochrome // akutagawa ryūnosuke
Fanfiction|| "she was a rainbow, but he was color blind." || He didn't feel anything. That's just how it has always been. He didn't have much emotion. But then she came into his life. She introduces feelings to him that he didn't even know existed. She made h...
