Sitting in your room thoughts about your past started flooding your mind, including the thoughts and memories you'd been trying to push aside for as long as you could remember. Memories from the age of twelve up until a year ago, of when you were living in that place.
Bringing your hand up you once again examined the far most gruesome scar you currently had. It had healed long ago, but just looking at it you could almost feel that excruciating pain from when you got it. In the palm of your hand was the source of the scar, with three large round parts, all connected by thin lines that had been created as your skin gave in, which resulted in one big scar. On the back of the hand were three smaller dots in a line, reminding you that it had gone all the way through the hand and into the table. If only it had been a bit sharper, the pain back then might have been a bit more durable, but it's not like you could have predicted him jabbing it through your hand...
Your train of thought was suddenly interrupted by your door opening. A few seconds later Azusa came in through the door in question, with blood visible in the corner of his mouth. He also had a fresh cut on his hand along with it, not that that seemed to bother him in the slightest. Seeing him enter you reflexively stand up and place your hands behind your back. "Do you need something?" you ask coldly and with a hint of cautiousness. "Just checking... something..." he said in the same manner as usual.
Before you knew what was going on, you were pushed up against a wall by the male that had entered your room only minutes prior. You started shaking in fear, unable to form words, or even make a sound for that matter, as his fangs pierced the skin on your neck.
Everything felt as if started going in lightning speed, which then turned into slow motion. As he drank your blood, you started growing faint and your vision became blurry. The last thing you could remember before fainting was that unmistakeable tall male entering the room.
"I think that's enough of that" Yuma states angrily, gripping Azusa's shoulder harshly. As a response to this action, he lets go of your unconscious form, letting it slowly glide against the wall before hitting the floor. "I'm pretty sure... the other girl... is Eve... and not this one..." Azusa stated monotonically, looking up at the taller male. Yuma simply sighed, before squatting down next to you.
"Well, if that's the case..." he starts as he inspects and wipes the blood off your neck, before picking you up bridal style. "...there's no reason for you to drink any more of her blood, then" he states once he's placed you down in your bed. He then walks over to the door, opens it and looks at Azusa with a glare that could only be interpreted as a cue to leave. As Azusa walks past him, however, he seemed to remember that he had forgotten to mention one thing. "Oh, and tell the other two that (f/n) isn't Eve" he stated, only getting a nod from Azusa in response.
Once Azusa was out of sight, Yuma closed the door and went back inside, sitting down next to your sleeping form. He carefully took your hand in his and gently stroke the back of it with his thumb. 'Such small, fragile hands. Guess there's a bit more of a size difference now than there used to be...' he thought to himself as your limp hand rested in his. That's when he noticed the three dots in a line at the back of your hand.
Looking closer at them, he realized by their color and texture that they were scars. Rather strange to have three scars in the same shape, all with the same distance from each other on a line. Looking at the palm of that same hand, there were three more scars, only these were much larger and connected by other scars that seemed to have been the result of the skin getting torn from getting stretched by whatever was used to make the scar.
'What the hell was this made with?!? I don't remember her having this when we were kids...' he thought as he inspected it. Feeling slight worry wash over him, he pulled up your sleeve, checking your arm. His eyes widened in shock upon seeing what was hidden under the fabric. There were numerous scars all over the arm, some of them appearing to have been made with a knife. Those were, however, the least alarming. There were a lot of them that seemed to be made from nails, grown men's nails. And there was also what seemed like marks after rope around your wrists.
Looking closer on the ones "made with a knife", he soon realized that in some of them, closer to the shoulder, the source wasn't a knife. Not any other blade either, for that matter. A few of them were thin ones in a perfect line, indicating that something had made several of them at the same time. Others were way too broad to have been made by a blade. They looked up to a centimetre broad. "What the fuck is all this?!?" he asked out loud, not even wanting to imagine how you might have gotten some of these.
Another thing he didn't really want to imagine was how the rest of your body might look, if you had this many scars only on your arms and hands. It's not like he was going to just take off your shirt to check, and he didn't really think asking you about it was too good of an idea either.
He cautiously brought his hand up to your face, before moving a few strands of hair away and letting his hand rest on your cheek. "Just what happened to you?" he whispered, more to himself than to you, before bending down and carefully hugging your sleeping body. After that he quickly wiped the tears that had started forming in the corners of his eyes and rolled down your sleeves, before standing up and giving you one last sad glance before walking out of your room.
'I've gotta find out what happened somehow. Only question now, is how?'
Author's note! Alright, erhm, that got a bit dark there, didn't it? Well, I've already got the answers to all Yuma's questions, but feel free to speculate! I'd love to see some theories as to what actually happened to reader-chan, to see how obvious what I'm going for really is. And also if I made it obvious what actually made that one scar on your hand. Anyway, that's the second chapter this week, and I will now be going back to my ordinary schedule with one update per week. I also hope you enjoyed this chapter and that you're looking forward to the next one! //Yours truly, Handsomesquid :3
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Old scars (Yuma Mukami x Reader)
Fanfiction(f/n) lived at the Sakamaki's mansion, basically being Laito's personal plaything. One day, she get's kidnapped by the Mukami's, and there she just so happens to meet an old friend of hers. What exactly happened in their past, and how will it affect...
