True Monster (Karma Akabane X Reader)

Tōi Omoide no Jikan!

The sound of distant cries of a baby woken me up. My eyes shot open, too alarmed for just waking up. I tried moving, but my body didn't comprehend what was going on.

Do not worry, (Y/N)-sama. You will be witnessing everything you have forgotten.

Everything I've forgotten? What's that suppose to mean?

I watched as the inky blackness change, into something I didn't expect.

I stood on top of a pile of garbage. Definitely not what I was expecting.

There was all different types of garbage around me. A fly infested sofa, a rusty 70's style fridge. Things like you would expect to find in a junk yard.

Cries of pain snapped me away from the garbage piles, almost startling me. I looked down, to find the source of the pained cries that belonged to a women laying down on a decent looking mattress compared to the fly infested sofa.

There where three men surrounding the mattress. The women was bent over in undreamble pain. Her face crindge up as beads of sweat rolled down the side of her face. She has incredible (c/h), almost the same shade as mine. Her hair was up in a high pony tail, but her hair was still soaked with sweat.

"G...god!" She screamed with incredible strength, almost making me stumble. She made the whole area shake. Literally.

Some things rolled off the towering garbage piles, falling into random spots. When I looked back at the women, I noticed something I should have earlier. Her stomach was round as a watermelon.

"Hang on, Melody." A boyish voice spoke.

I looked over at the man standing over her with a pair of light blue plastic gloves.

He had almost white hair, buzzed cut revealing a scar from the nape of his neck, wrapping around his exposed left arm. I didn't get to see his face since his back was turned to me.

"Shut...up!" She growled at the man.

The man, holding her hand, chuckled slightly. My glaze turned towards him, taking in his personal. He had the same hair as the women and basically the same features. Siblings maybe?

"Dariel, how much longer?"

The man, Dariel, looking under the small blanket, staring under there for a couple seconds.

"Probably another ten. She'll have to push soon." He answered. He let the blanket fall back into its original position. The women groaned loudly, squeezing her brother hand rather roughly.

"Owww Melody! That hurt!" The man shouted in agony.

"You go through birth and I'll let you break my hand, dumbass!" Melody shouted at the dumbass.

What the hell is the point of this?

I watched as the women shouted even louder, almost all the men crindging at loudness of her screams.

Don't you want to see your mother, (Y/N)-sama?

My eyes widen, snapping back at the scene going way under me. My Mother?

I watched, as they all shuffled around, preparing for what I guess was me, being born. But I couldn't hear anything.

The women's mouth opened several times to scream out in pain, but nothing made its way to my ears.

The distant shouts of the men preparing for child birth. The cries of me emerging from the womb in blood and other body liquids.

It wasn't until I heard the women speak in a soft, tired tone when I heard anything.