DmmdxReader/One Shots

How They Met You (Part 2)

A/N:

Hey guys! This is part two of the "How They Met You". This one will contain, Mink, Koujaku, and Clear. Hopefully I can fit all three into the same section this time XP all right, here we go! ;-)

Mink:

You kicked the empty soda can up and down like a soccer ball, doing tricks and being bored. You had no where to go, since you had no home and you didn't have to be at your crap-o job for at least another five to six hours. You soon got bored, and kicked the can into a recycling bin, walking out of the alleyway and into the sun-soaked streets. But seconds after you emerged from the alleyway, hands grabbed your arm, then covered your mouth. You instinctively sank your teeth into your captor's flesh. But he didn't even make a sound, nor let go. You let out a muffled scream of defiance, but your captor threw you down onto the cold pavement, as you hit your head hard and your vision exploded with stars. You let out a moan of pain, as you looked up at your captor. He was a dark-ish skinned tall man, about 6' 2" from what you could discern through blurry vision. He had chocolate brown dreadlocks, with two pink strands. He was wearing a black tee shirt under an old green jacket, which had a torn left sleeve, and almost no right sleeve at all. He also wore skinny jeans and black knee high lace up boots. You met his bright blue eyes, and smelled the faint scent of cinnamon, and you suddenly felt calmed as you relaxed. The strange man offered his hand out to you, as you took it and he pulled you up off the asphalt. Your head hurt, as you clung to his arm, as much as you hated it.

"W-who are you?" You asked, feeling small and timid beneath this man.

"Mink," his deep, thunderous voice echoed throughout your head, and rumbled in your chest. You instantly fell in love with it. You looked down and away, but he roughly grabbed your chin with his large hand, and pulled it back up to his. "I have a job for you y/n," he said as your head began to spin with shock and confusion. "You won't leave my sight, and you'll be coming with me." After that, the days had pretty much flown by. He wasn't the nicest, but he fed you, kept you at his home in the woods, and took care of you. A feeling began to rise in your chest and heart for him, but you continually pushed it away. You can't have fallen in love with him. It's to early, and your too different. Right?

LISTENED TO: This Will Be The Day from RWBY

Koujaku:

You flipped over the sword Rhyouu had swung at you with, and slid under his second attack, as you got back up and pressed your sword to his neck, but you couldn't force yourself to kill him for whatever reason. He smiled like a psychopath.

"Aren't you going to kill me love?" He cooed as your mind melted with emotion and the effect of the heavy drugs. Pain. Regret. Hurt. Guilt. You didn't know what to think anymore. You hated him, but he was all you had ever known. You had been captured as a young child, and used however Rhyouu saw fit, hence the tattoos on your back, chest, and stomach. You were snapped out of your thoughts when he shoved you away, then pushed you down onto the floor, straddling you and pushing his sword against your neck. You kicked and struggled, trying to prolong the time until your death, until an idea popped into your head. You grabbed one of the tattoo needles from his belt, and shoved it as deep as you could into his throat. He howled in pain and let you go in surprise. You scrambled out from under him, and fled the tattoo parlor, running out into the busy, sunny streets. You ignored the few curious stares from onlookers as you carried your bloodstained, injured body down the sidewalk. After awhile, you collapsed onto the sidewalk, holding your wounds to try and keep the blood from seeping out. Your eyesight began to flicker as you felt someone pick you up, and you struggled to look at them. It was a man in a read, flower accented kimono. You struggled to look at the man who had rescued you, but he tilted your head into his chest, and your eyesight faltered and you fell into a deep state of unconsciousness.

.....

Your eyes flittered open as you looked around, trying to discern where you were. It was a Japanese style room, with decorations of flowers and such. You were tucked into a futon, with red, pink, and white blankets and sheets. You let out a soft moan of pain, as you sat up and rubbed your head.

"Finally!" I voice said, irritation etched in it. You turned ed to see a red bird with a beige belly, who was glaring at you. "I told him it would be a hassle to save you. But did he listen to me? Nooooooo-"

"Beni," a softer voice cut over the bird allmate, as you turned to see the same man that had rescued you. The man smiled, and waved the bird away. "Where are your manners? She is a guest." Beni just snorted. "Don't mind Beni, he's always a little sour." The man sat next to you on the bed, as you met his eyes, yours quivering.

"W-where a-a-am I?" You managed to stutter in a hoarse voice.

"I brought you to my home," said the man. "You had a lot of drugs administered to you." You smiled weakly at the man, who smiled back.

"Thank you," you said sheepishly. "Who are you?"

"Koujaku," he said with pride. "And you?"

"Y/n," you answered, and he smiled again.

"You should stay for awhile. Just to be sure you're safe."

After a few days had gone by, strange feelings were rising in your stomach. But you obviously pushed it away. It couldn't be love. It just couldn't be!

LISTENED TO: Nightcore-Glad You Came

CLEAR:

You hummed as you walked down the streets. You loved to daydream, and think about whole other worlds and opportunities. You were suddenly snapped right out of your daydream, when a body fell from, what seemed like, the sky. You jumped backwards, and out of the way as the body hit the ground with a soft thump. You immediately went over to the body and rolled it over to check and see if it was breathing. The figure had white hair, a pale complexion, and wore a long beige coat that reached their ankles. They also wore a yellow scarf that led a pop of color against the white button up shirt and black pants they were wearing. And white lace up boots that reached the knees finished off the outfit. And the figure was also wearing...

"A gas mask?" You murmured aloud, but before you could act any further, the figure suddenly sat upright, cracking their head against your nose as you shied back and clamped your hands over it.

"I'm so sorry!" The figure apologized, and you recognize it at once as a male. He tenderly reached out and moved your hands away from your nose, and gently touched it. It didn't hurt anymore, and his touch and voice was tender and graceful. You smiled. "I fell from a roof," he explained. "I missed as I was jumping." You wanted to ask why, but you knew that wasn't polite. "I'm Clear!" He said enthusiastically, getting up and dusting himself off, then offering his hand out to you.

"Y/n," you said, taking his hand as he helped you up.

"Pleased to meet you!" He said and nodded his head. You knew he was smiling behind that mask of his.

After a few days had passed,Clear had come to visit you every day. You had grown very close to him, but you didn't want to admit it. I mean, after all, he never took off his mask, and acted in a nice, but odd way. You couldn't be in falling in love (pun completely intended) with this stranger, could you?

LISTENED TO: Nightcore-Gasoline