Only You (Shiro x Reader)

One

warnings: slight language and heavy violence

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Run, run, run.

Your feet were aching, every step more agonizing than the last, but you had to keep going, you couldn't stop. You had to get away.

Screaming, yelling, chaos.

That was all you could hear, sprinting past them, past them all. Across the ancient temples and small villages you grew up around, past the families you would visit each week, bruised, bloody, and beaten. Even the children, begging to be spared amongst the wreckage of it all.

Fear, anger, destruction.

You couldn't breathe, you couldn't think, you couldn't help them. The Keltrian woman you would buy your fruits from, the old village shrine getting torched in obliterating flames. You were told to run. To keep running until you wouldn't hear anything. Until you wouldn't see anything. No more panicked cries for mercy, no more sounds of terrifying blasters, and no more people.

Your planet Keltria, your village, everyone you grew around since you were young of age, was under a heavy attack. The Galra, a vile and dark race of the many in the galaxy, had come to rise. Throughout the vast star systems with their immeasurable power, they kill off star systems within their unneeded expectations. Showing no mercy, for the planets and people within them.

You stopped running, heavy breaths faltering your stance, bracing yourself with your hands on your knees and eyes searing into the dirt beneath you. You wanted to help them, you couldn't just leave them there. You hesitated, the voice in your head begging, pleading for you to go back.

Before you spun around to go back to all the commotion, to save all the pleads, friends, and memories you were running away from, there was a sharp impact to your shoulder blade, and the world itself went into pure darkness.

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You woke up with a large gasp for breath, and beads of sweat glistening and streaming down your forehead.

"-Nngh.." You mumbled groggily. As you tried to prop yourself on your elbow, you instantly felt a violent pain in your shoulder. Realizing that you must have passed out from the hit. You gazed at your surroundings. A cell. "Perfect.." You groan in pure sarcasm. You studied the cell, not like there was much to see, plain dark walls tinted in a terrifying violet, except for the one with the only presumable exit, which was the door. You struggled to sit up from the metal floor, assuming you were thrown in. There were two iron boards connected to the walls, probably cots used to rest, not like you could in a situation like this.

You stand up wincing as the pain now radiated fully to your entire upper back, you delicately reached up and felt behind your broad shoulder with the soft of your fingertips, and moving along a large, aching bump. Definitely dislocated. You looked down and peered at your unusual attire. You were removed of your original and comfortable village clothing and changed into some sort of black jumpsuit with a ragged and torn-up violet top.

Suddenly the door slides open, and you gaze over, trying to hide your fear by masking your face with seriousness. An old woman, in a dark cloak with an intricate hood covering her eyes, making her nose and below the only thing visible, was standing before you accompanied by two other taller cloaked individuals. Galra druids. Just her presence gives you an extremely bad feeling about her. You expected her to say something, but she was just staring at you, gauding your awkward stance and slowly eying you from left to right. You mustered up whatever courage you had and decided to break the ice.