Blooming Darkness [Goro Akechi X Reader]

I:Anxious

Posted: July 27th, 2017

Timid, shy, and quiet. The adjectives that I was always referred to as whenever I showed my face. Unknown is something I'd rather like to be in my own eyes, nothing more than a bastard and undeserving child. Nothing more than a stain on this Earth; cold and empty. I didn't need saving at all, but if I could be saved I would want someone to hurry and take me away from this place.

I stifled a small chuckle as I sat in a dark alley way with cuts and bruises all over my skin, replaying the recent events in my head. "Me...of all people. I don't deserve crap like this at all...I'm just lucky to be alive at times." I whispered gently as the rain started to fall from the dark skies above, not a single star to be seen.

As I sat staring at the brick wall in front of me I noticed that my phone vibrated for the first time in awhile today. I took it out of my pocket and seen a few messages: Ryuji: Hey Y/n, is everything ok? You seemed down, if you wanna talk just let me know! Ann: Hey Y/n-chan! I know you just transferred here not too long ago and I don't want you to feel overwhelmed about us. We're all friends here! So if you want to chat or just hang out shoot me a message any time!

I groaned lowly and deleted all the messages that were considered spam. "They're just saying that...I don't need friends..they get in the way and leave you when they're done using you." I wince a bit and as I was about to put my phone away, it rang with a familiar number in it.

I answered it trembling "H-Hello? Yes....I'm on my way now...Ok..goodbye." I put my face in my hand crying in it, anxiety racing through my bloodstream in fear that I was going to die-back to square one once more. With each step I took had hesitation in it the closer I got to my own home, the colder my veins had went. Sweaty palms met with beaded sweat upon my head, quickening of breath and aversion of eyes as they met with the familiar door. My breath was shaky as my hand made it onto the chilled knob and my legs shook. I then turned the doorknob open leaving it to creak as I stepped inside. My (f/c) jacket soaking wet from all the rain "I'm home..like you asked." I spoke quietly not to make myself too audible as my voice dripped with agitation and restlessness played a part in my body language as I heard the clicks of heels coming toward me. "You're ten minutes late, where were you if I may ask?" Venom laced with each word that fell off of her tongue, the woman that stood before me was my mother. The most terrifying woman that stood on the face of this Earth.

Her facial features soured every time she looked down upon me with those empty, spacious, deep brown eyes that held almost little to no emotion in them. If you stared into them too you long, you'd fear that she'd take your soul from you, it's almost looking into oblivion. "I-Im sorry M-Mom...d-don't hit me please.." I trembled and tears started to flood from me as my gaze was locked on the wooden floor. "You knew it was coming you brat. I ask of you to do one single thing and you show up late back home? Such things deserve punishment if I may add. You are such a troublesome child, I regret the day I adopted you. Potential or not, you are still a bastard child.." My step mother chuckled darkly enjoying my suffering as she poured red wine upon my head. I knew what was next so I braced for it and my head was met with the wine bottle leaving me to scream in agony as I bled. I tried my hardest not to scream because it would make her even more infuriated with me, not like that was ever said to change.

I bit my lip as I seen the crimson fluid drip onto the wooden floor "Ugh, now you've sullied my floor with this poison of yours, clean it up! Now!" "Y-yes ma'am.." I choked back all my tears and began to wipe up my blood with my jacket sleeve, since I'm not allowed to use almost little to nothing in this house. When I finished cleaning up the mess I went to my room in the basement, it terrified me since it was always dark but I keep saying to myself that a room is still a room-no matter what I still grateful to even have a roof over my head.

Trash and useless clutter was all that was in it, the only light was that of an analog television that seemed to burn out occasionally and at times it would static whenever the wind blew. But the only channel that was available to me was a talk show or news depending on what time of day it aired. It was almost like my own happy place, just a talk show would make me happy because it made me forget about my life for at least a few hours. I would get so enchanted in the world's events or just local events in general, all to forget about what fuck ups I make on a day to day basis-it felt like an endless cycle.

Torment, torment, and even more torment-as if this were my life, this was what I felt that I deserved. "If only that weren't the case..." I started curling up and crying as I lifted up my sleeves seeing old scars of when I cut. I hated doing this to myself but it was the only way to silence every little thought or whisper in my head and at times it felt nice to be able to feel warmth. My fingers wrapped around the handle of the small switchblade hidden away underneath a small box. "If only I could leave this place and be forgotten, I would do it already.."

More tears began pricking at my eyes the closer the blade inched to my skin, ready to slice. But I then paused and looked up at the small tv halting all of my motions to listen in to the talk show

"Now, let us welcome our guest! Goro Akechi!" As the co-host chimed, the audience had applauded and began to cheer. Akechi smiled pleasantly as he gave a gentle wave and began taking a seat next to the host and co-host. "It's a pleasure to be here tonight, thank you for having me." "No it's a pleasure to us Ace Detective! So now, we were discussing earlier on our thoughts of the Phantom Thieves of Heart and we would like your input on the matter. Are they just in your opinion after what happened to Ichiryusai Madarame?" "If I were to say something, my opinion wouldn't have anything to go on."

The audience laughed a bit as Akechi smiled, it's odd that I found some type of comfort as I watched this program.

Anyone could say that I was a fan of it but in truth I'm just intrigued by what people say about the Phantom Thieves even though I wish they'd just leave everything alone. I sighed as the television burned out leaving the room dark once more, I crawled through some of the rubble in attempt to turn it back on but it was a no go-I would have to try again tomorrow but for now the only thing I could do was rest for the night. I had crawled onto the old mattress lying on my back looking up at ceiling, contemplating if it was even worth getting up the next day to be met with the same exact things once more

"I want to meet you someday....even though I know that'll never happen. I need to get over myself.." I rolled on my side, curling up and crying myself to sleep in silence.

                                                                                                                                            

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