Six Paths of Infatuation: Yanderes X Reader

(LOVER'S PATH) Mika: The Broken Orphan

Sitting on the roof, huddled up in her original hoodie and shorts was Mika, soaking wet in the pouring rain. She was rocking back and forth slightly, her clothes still slightly stained with blood.

"I-I..." Mika stammered, shaking.

"What are you doing here?" I asked, voice shaking. I felt bad for her, sure, but what I just saw was still pretty terrifying. That maniacal look in her eye...

A chill went up my spine.

"I...I scared you. I was supposed to protect you, and I scared you instead." She said, her voice cracking. "I didn't mean it, I just lose control sometimes." She buried her face in her knees.

"You don't know what it's like. You belong somewhere. I don't." Mika said. "At school, at home, even in the human race, you belong. I don't belong anywhere. Do you know what it's like (Name)? For your mother's closest allies to completely reject you? To be called a mistake by even strangers on the street? To have everyone actively pretend you don't exist? I know. I had to show that I knew too. My name wasn't going to be snuffed out like a cigarette on the sidewalk. So I made a name for myself, doing what I do best. Slicing open necks and taking names." She looked up at the pouring rain, holding her hand out.

"Mika Hawthorne was not forgotten. She was feared. And I liked it. But...that comes with limits, you know?" She continued. "When you're a killer-for-hire, that's all you are. 24/7, no breaks from bloody reality. But then there was you. I feel...normal, when I'm with you (Name). And not just normal. Cared about. Loved, even. You didn't know what or who I was. Sure, there was Arzan being a prick earlier, but you still wanted to hang out. That meant the world to me." I wanted to think of something to comfort her. I didn't understand half of her story, but maybe if I just heard her out, it would keep her calm enough. She wouldn't lash out on me either.

"You should get out of the rain. You could catch a cold." I said softly. "Why don't you come inside, I'll make you a cup of coffee." She looked back at me, crawling over to the window where I helped her get inside. I shut the window and helped her off the bed. Her eyes were still on the ground, and seeing them now made me realize that the rain wasn't the only water on her face. I started by handing her a towel to at least try to dry off with. By the looks of her hair, she had probably been out there for a while. I searched through my closet, finding another outfit for her to wear. It was a simple Jack Skellington pajama set, one I had gotten out of the habit of wearing ever since I got a onesie a few months back. Still, I felt awkward just moving around the room while she was just silent.

"So...um...what makes you feel so alone?" I asked, handing the set to her. She took it in her hands, staring at it for a moment before putting it on my bed and taking off her hoodie. I tried not to stare, but I couldn't help it. Even miserable and drenched, Mika had this unkempt beauty to her. It made me wonder what she would look like if she had cleaned up for a change. As she slid on the shirt, she managed to catch my gaze. My eyes darted away, but just before, I could've sworn I saw a light pink dust her cheeks.

"I don't tell a lot of people about who I am, or where I came from. It's easier if they don't always know." Mika replied. "Where would I even begin?" I searched my mind for an answer, sitting down at my desk.

"Try...um...a childhood memory. Ooh! I remember this one time, I went to the fair when I was younger. It was a field trip, and I got to feed the ponies. I wanted to ride one, but I was so scared that I cried when they asked." I remembered. "Okay, you try!" She froze for a moment, another tear sneaking out of her eye before she swiped it away with her thumb. She smiled sadly, sitting down on the bed. Shit! Nice going (Name), you really made her feel better! Fix it, or you might be her next target!

"I should learn to shut my mouth...I'm sorry Mika." I quickly apologized.

"It's fine. It's just...been a while since I thought about that time." She said quietly. "C-Could I have that cup of coffee? Before I get sentimental?"

***

The coffeemaker finished up its last cup and I slid it in front of Mika, who still looked pretty uncomfortable. We were sitting in the kitchen at an island. The elevated seats always reminded me of high chairs as a kid. I pulled out the coffee creamer and sugar, placing it on the table.

"Thanks." She said meekly, adding in the sugar. She was pouring in what looked more like sugar than coffee. Mika reached to pull down her mask, but was hesitant. I nodded to reassure her, and she continued. Looking at her teeth again, maybe it wasn't so bad.

"I'm not human. I think we've already established that." She began. "I'm half demon, half Oracle." I blinked, trying to let the information sink in.

"Oracle?" I asked. "Like, Greek fortune teller?" She nodded.

"Something like that, with one for each element. My mother was the Oracle of Fire, but she was killed when I was a lot younger." Mika explained. "Oracles can see perfectly into the future, all of its endless possibilities...people want that power, and when they can't get it, they get angry. At the very least, Oracles could run to the Motherland, their own realm. With the death of my mother, you would think that I would be the ideal candidate. As for my father...I'd rather not get into it."

"What happened to you then?" I asked. She sipped the coffee, staring into the mug. She was avoiding me again.

"With my dad AWOL and my mom dead, I was put into an orphanage. I don't remember much of my stay there up until I was 5." Mika told me. "The orphanage was raided. Not many survived. Those who did were trafficked. At first, since I was too young, it was menial labor. Then, when I turned 14...they noticed..." Her hands started to tremble, and she quickly put the cup back down. More tears came from her eyes. She didn't wipe them away this time.

"They noticed I wasn't a kid anymore. They sold me off again, and this guy was more ruthless than the last. It hurt. Bad. I wanted to die most nights, and most days ended with my body burning so much it almost felt numb." She said. "I managed to escape one night, when a guy came in with a knife. That's what I remember from that night. It was blurry, until I woke up next to a frozen lake with blood on my hands. Like today was. You probably don't believe me, but I can barely remember it. When I found out about my mother, I wanted to be an Oracle with everything in me. Turns out Oracles have to be celibate. My mother had given up her place in the Motherland just to be with my father and have me. I'd like to say it was worth it, but..."

"Mika..." I murmured. I didn't know what to say. I couldn't believe she had been put through all of that. I wanted to just jump across the table and hug her, honestly. Where was that Katsu guy when you needed him? She smiled sadly.

"Hey...I'll wash the mugs and clean up." Mika said, wiping her eyes. "You go get some rest. I'll see my way out."