And You Disappeared (K Project X Reader)

7: Wings & Old Trouble Part 3

Your P.o.v.

"Because Tatara said he say wings on you're back" Anna said calmly as if saying that someone had wings was a normal everyday thing to say. The corners of my lips fought to fall down and reveal my true feelings but I couldn't let that happen, not with Anna around. My fingers became entwined in the woolen blanket that covered my topless body, gripping it as if it were my life line and in some ways I guess it was. It was keeping me from tumbling into the abyss. It was keeping me attached to reality. Even as the sound of approaching footsteps entered my line of thought I refused to look up, and kept my (f/c) and (e/c) eyes on the brown blanket that protected me. "Anna can you go upstairs and play for a minute? The adults need to talk" a soft voice asked sweetly making Anna nod and stand up, quickly handing me a red marble before the sound of her heels faded as she walked to and up the stairs, disappearing into the hallway on the floor above. After Anna was clearly up the stairs and no where in sight, more footsteps came into the room, each one making me shrink down further and further like if I shrunk down enough I could disappear. But I still kept my eyes on my hands and now the small red marble that lay within them. "(Y/n)?...we need you to tell us wh-" "I fell out of a tree" I blurt out, snapping my head up to look Tatara right in the eyes as I spun my web of lies. "When I was little, me and my brother were playing in a tree but there were lots of rocks below us and I fell. That's why all those scars on my back. Can we drop it now" I ask, looking back down at my wool safe haven. I didn't have to look at Tatara to tell that he was wearing a saddened expression and I didn't have to look up to tell that the others didn't believe me. I brush my thumb over the smooth surface of the tiny marble waiting for anything to happen, anything at all, just not this. "(Y/n) we want to help you" Tatara said quietly, his fingers quickly but gently resting on my shoulder "I promise" he whispered his voice doing all the begging for him. "Can you tell us where thewings came from?" he asked, his hand trailing from my shoulder, to the back of my shoulder, until his fingers gently trailed down my spine going over the permanent ink that decorated my back with two wings. Both colored a midnight black (or pearl white based on your skin color I would need white xD). "I got them for my birthday years ago" I lie again "nothing more and nothing less" I whisper only instead of the soft comforting voice of Tatara that I expected to hear I heard a low growl from the Red King himself. I didn't have anytime to comprehend what was happening before Mikoto's hand was wrapped tightly around my non fractured wrist but judging from the squeeze that came from his python like grip my right hand was going to match my left. "If you know what's good for you I wouldn't lie to me again" Mikoto growled under his breath, his amber eyes glaring straight into my (f/c) and (e/c) ones as I stared back with wide, frightened eyes. "Mikoto be-" "quiet Totsuka" Mikoto practically hissed his eyes refusing to leave mine and judging from how serious he was I should only look away If I had a death wish. Suddenly I could feel anger bubbling up in my chest. At first it was small but then it grew and grew and grew until every selfish, vile, corrupting lie that anyone had ever told me rang in my ears all at once with Tatara's voice in the middle of it all "We want to help you". "Fine!" I shout my body shaking with anger as I spoke "Fine!...fine. Fine" my voice quiets down to a shaky growl as I glare up at Mikoto, his frustration gone and instead replaced with frown. I huff breathlessly as I watch Mikoto slowly let go of my wrist and sit back down in the chair he had pulled up next to the chair that Tatara sat in right next to the arm of the couch. My eyes scan the room looking for something to focus on besides Tatara and Mikoto, I keep on looking, almost frantically until my eyes settle on Yata. He sat on a bar stool at the bar counter his eyebrows furrowed in concern but as I looked into his eyes I didn't see pity or anger towards me, all I saw was concern. Actual, real concern. I lock eyes with the Vanguard as I spoke, his eyes holding into my gaze as a noticeable blush spread across his cheeks. "I got them from the Green Clan" I lie again "the scars are on my back because I couldn't reach and heal them, as for the tattoostheir there as a decoration" as soon as I'm done talking everything went dead quiet and I could see the anger that rose up in Yata's eyes making me turn my head back towards the wool blanket in-between my fingers as tears started to warm my eyes and blur my vision but I refused to cry. I didn't want to lie to them but I was getting too close and they were learning to much. You could cut everyone in the room and say that they had the same colorbut that wasn't true. What coursed through my veins was different, what my mind thought of was different, even the person I truly was seemed like a whole other being. But I refused to cry. That was the old me. I would cry because I was alone, the tears I cried were bitter and warm and they were filled with life and pain. I wanted to cry out and scream that I was broken and my heart was torn but in the end I learned the painful truth that even if I didno one would even care. "Now that you got what you wanted can I go now?" I say happily, sarcasm practically dripping off my voice as I spoke making everyone blink in surprise even Mikoto, who's facial expression showed a small amount of both shock and anger but not the anger that was directed towards me. I stand up shakily, making sure to keep the wool blanket was tightly wrapped around my body to cover both my scar sand tattoos along with the newly patched wounds I had received. "O-of course(Y/n) I'm s-" "It'sIt's okay Tatara you didn't know" I sigh quietly and I stand there awkwardly as I looked at Tatara's worried an hurt expression like seeing me in pain was a punch to the gut for him until I couldn't take it anymore and before I knew what I was doing I leaned down, pushing aside the hair that covered his forehead before closing my eyes and pressing my lips to his skin but only for a second. I forgot what the gesture was called but I didn't care at the moment and I didn't think I ever would. If only I knew how wrong I was about that. I quickly pull away and look to the side as I let out a nervous cough, a light blush spreading against my cheeks. "Goodnight everyone" I whisper quietly before walking towards the stairs, my eyes fleeting back to both Yata and Mikoto who both stared at me with expressions I couldn't explain but they soon left my sight as I walked up the stairs leaving everyone else to reminisce on their thoughts.

Mikoto's P.o.v.

Fuck. That was the only thought that ran through my head as I watched (Y/n) slowly walk up the stairs. If her coming back to the bar with injuries wasn't enough the truth behind the markings on her back had to be discussed as well. I sigh deeply causing cigarette smoke to waft through the air as I look down and close my eyes, blocking out every other noise around me. I was loosing it. The thought of (Y/n) ran through my head day and night and I had no idea why. Was it mistrust? Was it a bad feeling? Was it just because I was going crazy? I couldn't figure it out and I was confused and I was angry because of that confusion. I have never thought of another person like I did (Y/n). I didn't care if others got hurt, I didn't care if others had strange scars on their backs, I didn't care that when someone smiled it was because of me. So why did I care for her? "I'm going to go talk to her" I mumble suddenly, grunting as I stood up from the uncomfterable wooden chair and made my way towards the stairs only for Izumo's voice to stop me in my tracks wellnot so much his voice than as a noise he made. It something between a chuckle and a surprised snort. "What?" I ask bluntly, turning to look at the blonde bartender only to raise an eyebrow in confusion. His hand was over his mouth but his eyebrows quickly gave away that he was smiling and as my eyes traveled from Izumo to Tatara I noticed that Tatara had a small knowing smile on his lips while at the same time managing to keep a devastated expression. "Nothing" Izumo said, waving his hand gesturing for me to go on as he cleared his throat "just a small thought, it's not relevant" he smiled making me roll my eyes. I grunt under my breath as I narrow my eyes and continue up the stairs and as soon as I reach the top I head straight for my room. (Y/n) was moved into the Anna's room quickly after she joined but even if that was her new shared room she still snuck into my room at night just to curl up at the foot of the bed in her small cat form only for me to wake up in the morning and see that she had gotten up to return to Anna's room during the night. Sure enough as soon as I reached my door I saw that it was open a crack indicating that someone had been or was in my room. I push open the door not bothering to be quiet as I walked into the room, my boots against the polished wooden floor being the only noise that occupied the large space. At least until I heard a small sniffle come from under the bed. "(Y/n)?" no answer. A somewhat aggravated sigh leaves my lips as I walk to the side of the bed, snatching a pillow from the head of the bed before tossing it on the floor and laying down on the hard wooden floor with by back to the floorboards and my head against the pillow. Then as soon as I lay down I toss my previous cigarette just to pull out and light another before closing my eyes and putting my arms behind my head where then and only then do I wait.

Your P.o.v.

I clutch my soft shirt substitute closer to my body as I curl up into a tighter little ball under Mikoto's bed staring at the tall redhead through tired and upset (f/c) and (e/c) eyes. I didn't get itwasn't he mad at me? If so then why come up here and lay next to me? But even as I tried to stay angry at him, I just couldn't. Even as every atom in my body screamed at me to hiss and claw at him, my chest and head told me otherwise because deep down I knew I wanted him to hold me in his warm embrace and feel his fiery red hair tickle my nose. But as I fought the temptation to do so I finally caved in. "Room for me?" I whisper, watching as Mikoto slowly opened one of his amber eyes giving me a quick glance before taking the arm behind his head that was closest to me and holding it out as a warm invite that I gladly take. I unfold out of my small ball and scoot out from under the bed and into Mikoto's warm arms, immediately hiding my face in the crook of his neck. I could feel him grunt in surprise at my sudden gesture and I expected for him to push me away but instead I felt his arm slowly trail from the back of my head, to my arm, until finally his fingers brushed against my thigh making me shiver but I didn't tell him to stop. I didn't want him too. Then as if that wasn't enough my closed eyes snapped wide open upon feeling Mikoto use his other hand to gently brush away my (h/l) (h/c) bangs from my eyes giving him just enough room to place his hot lips against my forehead. A dark blush spread across my cheeks at a unstoppable rate but none of the less I smiled as I rested my head against his chest and listened to his heartbeat speed up as I said three words that unbeknownst to me he was dying to hear. "I forgive you".