Black♧Clover fanfic OCxAsta

Old Grudges

Leona POV
"Who'd you kidnap, Asta?" Says a freckled-faced boy. He looked around ten years old. A little younger than me.

I struggled as I tried to wiggle free. "I'LL BITE YER FACE OF YA BASTARD!!" I yell out at Yuno, who was still carrying me over his shoulder. Suddenly, a slam came from the front of the church and a nun runs out with a worried face.

"Asta, Yuno, what on Earth are you doing!?" She looked disappointed.

I saw Asta's eyes locked on the nun with heart eyes. I assumed he liked her, although she must be around twenty-seven years old

"Sister Lily, heal this kid, please. The hands are injured." Yuno ignored what 'Sister Lily' said and got to the point.

Sister walked over, worry still evident on her face. "But, why are you carrying him like that." Soon she pulled my hood off my head.

"Hey!" I shout as her eyes widen to find that I was a girl.

"Oh, my apologies, your a girl." She said, wide-eyed. No shit. I have large melons, how could people mistake me for a dude?? "But-" Sister Lily started.

"She refused to get healed, so we dragged her here." Asta interrupted her.

"Look, I'm fine! Put me down!!" I continued to squirm as her hands neared mine.

She gently rose my hands up to examine them and gasped. "Oh my! Her hands are in serious condition! Bring her inside." She motions towards us and walks to the church. I stopped my minstrations as my arms throbbed in pain and tiredness from squirming so much.

"Mah arms~!" I complain quietly. But, the freckled boy noticed.

"Eh, You'll get used to it." The boy shrugged as he kept pace beside me.

"I DON'T WANNA!!" I whine.

"Lemme guess, they found you?" He said in a bored tone.

"Huh? Well, I guess... but-"

"Oh, father's going to love a new kid to swaddle," He sighed and walked ahead.

"Whaaaaaa!?"

IS THAT GUY GONNA RAPE ME?!

That was the first thought that came to mind.

The nun looked at me with soft eyes and spoke with a gentle tone like she was talking to a wounded wild animal. "Now, open your hands... um... what is your name?"

I just looked at her, poker faced. "Tch..." Was all I could muster out for them.

Not like we are gonna meet again... what's the use?

I sat there, glaring at her.

I heard her gulp. "W-well, I am going to look at your hands..."

She gently tugged my hands to herself. Memorys flooded my head. The blood, screams and pain rushed in, flashing before my eyes.

I gasp and fall back with a thud. I look at my hands and see blood.

MOMMY, NOOO!!!

I shake my head and looked away, laying my hands down and away from her touch.

Scowling, I looked up at her with a death glare. "Don't touch me..." I growled at her. Her eyes were filled with pity. I hated that look. All it showed was that I was weak.

"What was that sound??" An old man rushed through the door. His features aged and wrinkled but he still looked young except his hair was grey. He looked shocked as he looked at me with teary eyes.