True Monster (Karma Akabane X Reader)

Furui Omoide no Kikan, Dai 5-Kai

The frantic beating in my chest told me that this was all real. Every single thing in front of me was real. A part of me. A part of who I am. What happens to me from there was forever a blend into the rest of my childhood.

Everything I've witnessed from those memories was real. Every single thing. I can't deny who I am now seeing what had happened to me. It's who I am. It's all I ever will be.

An experiment.

I spring up from my resting spot, gasping and crying at the same time. I pulled my knees to my face and balled out my eyes.

"Why am I so sad...?" I muttered as I hiccupped. "This isn't the time for self pity...so why am I crying?" Tears rolled down my cheeks freely and I made no attempt to wipe them away.

My head began to throb and I felt like I was going to throw up. Sucking in a breath, I let my head sink into my knees and let my body deflate like a empty balloon. My head hurt as well as my body. I feel like all my mental energy has been sucked out of me and bottled up somewhere far away where I could never reach it again. I didn't want to see what happens next, too afraid to see what comes after.

(Y/N)-sama we can stop if you want. If you're not ready to see-

"N-no!" I screeched as I hugged my knees to both sides of my head. "I can't live in fear forever! Please...continue...." I muttered the last word weekly while my lip wobbled slightly.

A long drawn out sigh was heard before my body forcefully unfolded itself and I was placed lightly in a new room. My feet landed on the floor first- the tips of my toes bended lightly before my spiritual body fully rested itself on what I could tell was a foam like floor.

Confused, I looked up only to be met with a little hand throwing a punch straight to my face. On instinct, I held out my arms in front of my face in a criss-cross formation to block the attack.

But the hand flew right through my head and hit an object behind me with a loud 'wham!'. I ducked my head out the way, sensing a second punch coming from my right. Diving into another matted wall, I watched as a rather speedy figure kept on jamming their hands into a white punching bag hanging from the ceiling, shaking rather violently from the chain holding it up.

"It seems that RX35 likes getting their emotions out on imamate objects," I heard Dr. Oxfeild note, scribbling down on what I assumed was probably my progress report. Clenching the hem of my shirt, I watched in amazement as the now six-year-old did what only what I imagined what I looked like when I was angry and pounded on my pillow in my room. Which usually ended up me venting out whatever happened to the over-protecive octopus who brewed up some Green Tea and brought two bowls of ice cream for us to talk. Thinking about it now- I fully realized how much a teenage girl Koro-sensei is.

My chest clenched anxiously thinking about Koro-sensei. How I felt like I betrayed everything I stood for to be here. I never valued self pity. But just seconds ago I was crying about how poor little me couldn't grow up like a normal child. I never believed in being selfish. But here I was, against my sensei and boyfriend's wishes, plucked a little chip out of my head and ate 3 tubs of ice cream during my recovery without telling a single person.