HOMRA One shots (K project)

Reader x Andy x Kosuke

~ Reader's POV ~

Imagine a life, where you couldn't choose who you are.

Where your personal decisions have no definite meaning in your own life.

Where you're simply acting as a vessel for someone else's soul, because in their world, you don't exist.

You're not allowed to think for yourself,

You're not allowed to act for yourself,

You are utterly banned from being yourself.

That's what it feels like to have your life chosen for you.

And that's what happened to me.

...

Someone,

Someone else.

That's who I've wished I were, ever since I was a kid. At the tender age of four, before I even had a chance to begin developing the mere concept of what life was.

My parents were already two steps ahead of me.

They had decided the school I was to attend for twelve exact years, they had decided on the clothes I would wear, and the personality I would have. The people who I would hang out with and the area of business I would grow into.

They had my entire existence mapped out on paper with zero mistakes and minimal flaws.

Just as any rich family would.

And as I grew up, from four years, to nine, I had multiple different nannies and caregivers. My parents were always working, thus not being able to take care of me themselves.

But each person would only last a few weeks before they quit of frustration or disturbance.

And their reason would always be: "because they're a... peculiar type of child."

This caused my parents to get angry with me, scold me for something I couldn't even grasp at my young age and then hire someone new...

...And the cycle would repeat endlessly month after month after month into my early teenage years.

At this time, their teachings got more exacting and harsh. I was easily influenced at school (or so they thought) to the point where I was not even allowed to leave the house after I got home.

I was to stay and do my homework, help prepare dinner, look for jobs, and be the perfect little angel that they'd hoped for.

However I was stubborn, and determined to be someone.

Someone else.

Someone who I wanted to be.

But until an opportunity came along, maybe from somewhere in the wind, I would have to follow my parent's rules. There was simply no way out at this point.

However, there was one thing my parent's didn't know about me, one thing that made me free from their death grip.

Maybe I appeared as a sweet 17-year-old teenager to them, but when I finally got the chance to be alone.

I had a job of my own.

...

The wind whipped past my face fiercely as I dashed through Shizume city's streets. I had the expensive narcotic nested tightly into my jacket as I jumped in between the wandering (and some drunk) pedestrians on this current Friday night.