This is a fan fiction based on the anime/manga Akatsuki no Yona (Yona of the Dawn). This story is for Kija. I do not own the character except for my own original character. This story is already finished and revised so expect the updates to be regular. Please enjoy!
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The Definition of Loneliness (Kija Love Story) - Completed
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Chapter 1 – The White Dragon
Ouch.
The pain in my head was too hard to bear. It was like my head was being pounded by a hammer. The pain worsened at every second.
Everything around me was dim.
Why was I here?
I managed to sit up. I looked at my surroundings and tried to familiarize with them. The place looked like some kind of shrine—or maybe this was really a shrine.
"Where am I?" I whispered.
I stood up and struggled to find the exit of the place. I crippled my way outside since my whole body ached, especially my head.
I looked up at the moon which somehow brought light to the place. Outside of the place where I woke up was a garden. I followed the path that led to a place that looked like a...castle?
Why was I in a castle?
My head throbbed and an unfamiliar voice spoke from somewhere. "Your memories..."
I looked around my surroundings and saw not a single person there.
"Loneliness..."
The voice was distant that I could not hear the whole thought of what the voice was saying. I couldn't even complete the sentence.
"Host..."
Every time that I heard of the voice, my head painfully throbbed.
What was the voice trying to say?
And who was the owner of the voice?
Why was it talking to me?
"Thank you..."
That was the last sentence that the voice spoke. Why was it thanking me? I hadn't done anything to that unfamiliar voice.
If I helped that person enough to thank me, I would have known who he or she was, right? But no...there was not even a slightest clue.
My heart started to beat faster because of the unfamiliar atmosphere.
But why would I know who the owner of that voice was when I hadn't even asked the most intriguing question to myself?
Who the hell was I?
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I racked my memories for anything that could have helped me know of my identity...but saw none. I didn't even know of how to explain what I was feeling right now.
I slid the door of the room that I found first. The room was dim but the light of the moon was enough for me to see that there was a person inside who was sleeping.
I walked toward his direction and kneeled beside him.
The person had this white hair and pale skin that almost looked transparent. The blanket was covering half of his body but he still looked...beautiful. His face looked peaceful that I almost wanted to carve it in my brain.
The hair on the back of my neck stood up as I saw his even breathing.
So beautiful.
I wondered if I looked like that.
I immediately touched my face and tried to feel if I was as beautiful as him but I failed. I had no idea if I looked like him at all. I ran my fingers through my long hair and raised my hand with my hair on eye level.
Black hair.
This person in front of me had white hair—the complete opposite of mine. Did that mean that I was not beautiful?
I removed his sheets and noticed his lean body. He was thin but was buff at the same time. I curled beside him and brought the sheets on top of us. I felt him squirm beside me but he did not wake up.
Maybe I would be beautiful too if I stuck close to him.
I placed my arm on top of his chest and drew myself closer to his warmth.
Comfortable.
My lips unconsciously curled upwards.
And with that, I closed my eyes and gave permission to the darkness to consume me.
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The Definition of Loneliness (Kija Love Story)
Fanfiction"But please...don't tell anyone, okay?" "Don't tell them that you're lonely...?" I guessed. I didn't want to keep reading their minds if it was that unusual. It was a good thing that I could just read their minds if I wanted to. "Yes," he breathed...
