HOMRA One shots (K project)

Chitose x Reader x Dewa

(A/N): I know the gif has really nothing to do with this chapter, but I like it. >:)

~ Reader's POV ~

                 

I knew I was always one step too far from the light. Nobody needed to tell me that.

I wasn't a classic criminal, but I wasn't the poster child for good attitude either. I was your typical kid who never had any friends and I failed at being smart, it didn't matter how many hours a day I studied, it never helped. So I dropped out of high school when I was too young - and just my luck - got my family killed by a gang shortly after.

Yeah, typical.

But I really couldn't complain, I mean, everyone else had problems too. I wasn't special and I didn't need exclusive treatment for what I had been through.

In my mind, I had it pretty easy. People were dying on the streets everyday, their whole routines cracking apart from the wrong accident at the wrong time. I was still alive, and that's why I never let my past bother me, no matter how much it hurt sometimes.

Currently, I was being chased down by some bastards from the Blue clan, I guess they had a right to be angry, I had stolen something precious to them; one of their fancy swords.

But I had a right to be mad too, when one of 'em grabbed me, they tore my favorite black hoodie.

It was probably a stupid thing to do, but those weapons looked extra nice and I thought I could pawn it off and get some money for food.

If only I could lose them, then my plan might actually work, but it seemed as if they were gaining on me rather then me losing them.

I could already feel my stamina dropping immensely, my chest was heaving and my feet were aching, every muscle in my body screamed for me to stop, but I wouldn't. If the blues took me in, I could be killed! My record would be enough for anyone to want to take me out.

So with that thought in mind, I forced myself to lurch forward, swiping away the sweat running down my forehead, and smudging dirt on my cheek in the process.

I wasn't the prettiest in appearance either, my once beautiful, soft (H/c) was now matted and thick with dirt and my clothes were torn and grimy, my (E/c) eyes that used to be full of life, were slightly darker but still undoubtedly hopeful.

One look at me, and you could tell what kind of person I was, but its not like I cared. People didn't interest me that much.

I glanced over my shoulder and saw them pushing through the crowds, just a few steps behind me.

Panic rose within me and my heart leapt into my chest, I had to make a decision and fast! I had to get out of this area.

I scanned my surroundings; I was on the sidewalk lining a busy street filled with traffic. There were people around every bend and corner, up ahead of me was an intersection with four split paths. I glanced across the street, if it could, it seemed to be even more packed, but behind it all, I could make out a small dark alleyway amongst a series of tall buildings. The path looked only large enough to fit one person, but I could probably escape through it somehow. At the moment it was my only chance.

"Oh god, I'm going to die."

I took a deep breath that burned my lungs and bolted across the road, surely throwing off my pursuers.

I weaved in between cars and trucks. A blue minivan almost hit me but I slipped over the hood and kept on running. The street erupted with the sounds of annoying horns and screeching tires. I even had a few people yelling curses at me, but all I did was laugh.