✞¨'°÷•..× Caraphernelia | Yandere Red-sole ×,.•'¨✞

❃prologue❃

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7pm, December, 7 years ago, age- 9.

The fading of the golden, winter sunlight also meant the fading of any existing heat. Wintry air swirled around the world, the final leaves painted with frost dancing from the gnarled tree branches.

A petite inkling girl, around 9 years old, was sat on a park swing. Chilled gales caused the old swing to sway unsteadily even with the weight of the girl on the faded rubber seat. Rusted chains screamed for release with every rock.

She was crying.

Silently, the pearl-shaped tears rolling down from her cheeks from wide, luminous, ruby-red eyes began to drip onto her black leggings, leaving small stains that managed to be darker than the black, cotton material. A dark purple bruise stained the alabaster hue of her neck, a few other cuts written into her skin like paragraphs of scars.

Her gaze wandered off into the distance, her mind going to an entirely different place. She had completely zoned out; she didn't even realise the figure walking towards her.

The person sat down on the weather-beaten swing next to her, "Hello!" he chirped.

The girl jumped in surprise at the sound of the voice, she turned her head instantly to the side to meet the golden-eyed gaze of a young inkling boy around her age. "O-oh... H-hey!"

"What's your name?"

The girl stared down at her cupped hands, "Red-sole" she stated clearly, the expression in her voice unrecognisable.

"That's a nice name!" the boy gleefully complimented, "My name is Emperor."

"Well, Emperor, what are you doing out late on a dark night?" She questioned, her eye-contact with Emperor still broken.

"I could ask the exact same for you." Emperor smiled, "My mum and dad say it's dangerous to go out when it's dark... But I begged for them to let me out and they eventually let me!"

'I ran away from my dad...' Red-sole thought, instead she simply answered with a "Same as you!" to not scare the poor boy away.

Emperor brung his left hand to gently lift the girl's face back up, so that they were making eye-contact once more, the boy's eyes widened as he now noticed the many cuts and bruises that were pierced onto her pale skin, his expression immediately changed into concern, "Are you okay?"

Red-sole's heart skipped a beat at those 3 simple words.

Her mind seemed to completely pause, she stared at the boy for a few seconds, before snapping back into reality, "O-oh it's fine! J-just a few cuts and bruises from outside!" she lied.

Emperor leant down on his knees, taking Red-sole's right hand with both of his hands, he gently kissed it.

Red-sole's pale skin began to heat up, "W-what are you d-doing?" she timidly questioned.

He looked up at her, "Kissing you better silly!" he placed one more kiss on her faltering hand before standing back up again, "I have sweets! You want some?"

They both sat and talked for just over half an hour. Red-sole treasuring every moment that passed by. Once Emperor had to leave with a "I hope to see you again!" and a small hug Red-sole went back to thinking.

That was the first person that seemed to truly care...

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4pm, March, present time , age- 16.

Since that day, Red-sole has changed.

Well, she was drowning in her flashbacks. Oh, and of course, her being a complete psychopath. But not many people know about that...

She was taken away from her farther when she was 14 and had made many new friends. She'd met many new people and developed an amazing skill in battling.

Emperor was always somewhere swimming deep within her mind. She had never seen him since that day several years ago. She sometimes felt like a fairy-tail princess- her mind being her inescapable tower, her memories her evil witch plotting to make her life hell and Emperor being her prince, waiting to jump into her story and save her.

She was currently skipping out of one of the clothing stores in the square, about to make her way home until a familiar figure caught her eye.

Handsome, confident and instantly made Red-sole's heart skip a beat; it was him.

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