The wife of a Supreme-Commandent(Nurarihyon X Oc)

Chapter 2

She finished her tea absent-mindedly, and cleaned up after herself. Naturally, a smile found itself onto her face as she walked to her room, and picked up a book. Literature was one of the calm things that she could enjoy, without having to think of his ugly pink face. Shaking the disgusting image out of her head, she opened the book and began abosorbing herself into the letters. Soon, the sun set, and her manor was empty except for a few maids scuttling around to finish up their jobs. Nikki had lit a candle and was comtinuing to read, unaware of anything else around her.

"An adorable face. "

She froze. Her heart sped up. Anger surged through her like a madman, but kept still. She cautiously looked up- and a strange man was smirking in the corner of her room. The manor was quiet and calm, the night sky bringing in a chilly breeze. Stars twinkled in the sky, and the fresh moonlight illuminating them, blowing out the warmth of the candle. Before she knew it, she found herself in the arms of the man, however it wasn't forcing, strangely. Different than what she had experienced. Despite his smirk, his hands were warm and almost daring.

"Wh-what are you doing? "She yelped, wrenching herself out if his grasp. His smirk only enlarged, before disappearing like mist into the night sky. Her legs began shaking, before she collapsed to her knees. The pain. The stabbing pain. Tears dripping from her eyes, she screamed, clouded in memories and mistakes of the past. Her fingers digging through her long tangled mess of hair, sniffling as her maids rushed in to comfort. Though something she could never earn back was taken from her that day, something else was taken as well-

The joy.

After an experience as such, she lived a life of despair and paranoia for a short time. Every sound making her jump, cry and scream. Cutting at her arms for comfort. The scars still remained peppered on her forearms, having emotions fly through her momentarily. However long it had passed, the pain wasn't forgotten. No matter how fine she looked, she wasn't. The pathetic act of greed made by the foolish Emperor left her mentally broken. And the hot tears she shed at this very moment reminded her that as much as she wanted to erase the pain-

She couldn't.

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The next morning, her head hurt like a fucktard. "Shit.. "She mumbled to herself, washing her face to rid the remnants of last night. Maids pulled her glistening silver hair in braids, and dressing her in a dark blue shaded kimono. Before long, the silence was broken by rapid footsteps from the hall. "M-Miss.. "A maid barged in, panting. "What is it? "She turned, breaking away from the hands of the workers. "Th-the Emperor.. "She gasped. Nikki felt the anger come through once more. "He ordered you to come back.. "

Her heart dropped into her stomach. She couldn't go back to that ugly bastard undeserving of his position. Her body wouldn't allow it. However his position didn't leave her much choice. "Tch.. Tell him I'll be there by 12. "She said through clenched teeth, forcing out each word. Changing into a more flowy dress-like kimono, she slowly made her way back to the hellhole of a palace. Each step she took brought her closer to the very monster that ruined her life. As she stepped out of her manor and towards the large building, she could feel her heart pumping. She wanted to run. To hide. To cry and scream for help. However she moved on, taking deep breaths. She had her weapons well-hidden. If needed, self-defense was a must.

(Get ready for the most random turn ive ever made in the history of my shitty fanfics)

The large doors opened to the golden room, the plush red carpet laid out towards the immense throne. However the disgusting, pink monster she knew wasn't sitting there- just a normal man. A soft smirk upon his lips, his eyes challenging yet gentle. The crown sitting atop his head, resting his arms comfortably and his large hands hanging over. Olive coloured bangs brushed his golden eyes, dressed in the finest of silks in the richest of reds and golds.

Her trembling legs allowed her to come this far as she kneeled down in front of the beautiful Emperor she never knew. "Is this the Nikki I've heard so much about? "His voice was soft, deep but warm. (Imagine a Taehyung voice all yall ARMY's) "I did hear you were quite the beauty. Lift your head. "Hesitantly, she lifted her head to meet gazes. Her deep, blood red orbs met his golden ones. Her pale face to his porcelain like one.

Nikki's P.O.V:

"It seems the rumors were true. I did hear your.. Incident a few years back. "He gave a reassuring smile. "No need to worry. It has been taken care of. "

Why was his smile so charming?

"There's no need to fear the Emperor no more. "

Why are his eyes feeling so gentle?

"Let me introduce myself. "

Why was he such an interest to me?

"My name is Haki Chikyu. "

My head hurts..

"Pleasure to meet you. "

Shit..

Blackness. I see nothing. I begin to walk. Step. After step. After step. After step. After step. Just walking. I feel nothing. I hear nothing. I see nothing. I just feel a floor under my feet, so I walk. I see something light up. It's me. And the fatass Emperor. The day he broke me. The day he stole something important from me. Tears. Dropping to the so called floor I feel, through it dropped into an empty abyss of nothingness. I keep walking. Step. After step. After step. After step. I see myself. I approach. I smile. I stare into my eyes.

"... Die. "

Darkness consumes me. I can feel it's cold, clammy hands latching onto me. Covering my mouth and rendering my limbs immobile. More tears drip down my cheeks, desperation growing in my chest, the same despair and fear I felt that day. Sobs choke out of my mouth, making me feel as pathetic as I look. As the hands cover around me and tighten slowly, more tears fall.

I am such a pathetic human being.

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A short chapter today. Until i get proper plot ideas that wont mess up my original intention, updates might be a but slow. I do appreciate every comment, though it isn't much in number. To anyone who reads this, I hope you enjoy, comment, vote, follow. A'ight time to not sleep for another hour. Its 12:57am as I publish. Okay this has dragged on long enough. Kyoya-san, out. ❤