Moral Obligation; Khun Aguero Agnes x Reader [DISCONTINUED]

Chapter 1: An Unexpected Visit

     (3rd person POV)

     (Y/N) went about her business as usual, washing dishes, sweeping, vacuuming, and doing basically every house hold chore she could think of. She was bored, after recently graduating high school, it was like there was nothing to do at all. She would hang out with friends, if she had any. (Y/N) just happened to be on bad terms with those who she had graduated with after an unfortunate falling out with them. It's not like it was her fault. (Y/N) just happened to be at the wrong place at the wrong time. Caught between a rock and a hard place, you could say. Stuck in an awkward situation with her ex-best friend's boyfriend. 

     Brushing her hair out of her face, (Y/N) plopped herself down onto the living room floor, broom still in hand. She let out a long sigh, which ended in a half yell. Her parents being at work, she didn't think much of making noise. It dawned on her then, maybe she could get a job, spend her time working rather than dwelling on the past. Standing up, she made her way to the door. Not having any recent newspapers in her home, she would have to go out and get one, which was fine by her, she just didn't want to run into anyone she had known from high school.

     Walking out the door, she made her way slowly along the sidewalk, flipping up her hood just to be safe. The news paper stand was outside the supermarket, which would be most-likely where she would run into anyone unsightly. Hoping to avoid this, she turned her eyes to the ground, and approached the little store. People talking loudly ahead broke the silence. (Y/N) recognized these voices, and they were the only ones she wanted to avoid. What are the odds?

     (Your POV)

     I pull my hood up a bit further, making sure to cover my face. My (H/L) (H/C) hair almost seemed to give me away as I swiftly walked past the group of chattering teenagers. I thought I had made it when I heard the group stop walking and go quiet. I bit my lip and sped up, basically jogging at this point. I didn't want to face them. They don't care about me, they didn't even give me a chance to explain myself I thought. I finally reach the news paper stand and open up the slightly elevated box. Grabbing myself a newspaper, I turn back to where the group was walking. They still haven't moved, like they haven't decided if I am who they think I am. I simply hope that they don't figure it out. They've made their intentions very clear about what they would do to me if they ever were to see me again.

     I've almost made it by the group of 10 prying eyes when I feel a hand yank my hood off of my head. I know I've been caught, and I'm about to make a mad dash for my house when a firm grip lands on my shoulder.

     "Look who decided to show her face again! It's little miss home-wrecker." Venom fills the voice of my ex-best friend as she speaks. She shows no remorse, and it's almost like she never cared at all.

     "No, you just never let me explain myself I-" she cuts me off.

     "I don't care about an explanation, and didn't I warn you about what would happen if I ever saw you again?" She kicked the crap out of me when she first saw what had happened. I had tripped and fallen on top of her boyfriend. He had always liked me, and that was apparent. I guess that was why he thought it would be a good idea to put one of his hands on my ass, despite my protest. If only I hadn't been so clumsy.

     A quick knee from her to my stomach and I'm on my knees, dropping the news paper. I was strong, and I could fight. I just could never fight her. She was my best friend, and no matter what she would do to me, I would never fight back. She had never seen my abilities, I was able to use Shinsu, even if it was only in short bursts, but what I was best at was fighting with swords and thorns. A solid kick lands on the back of my skull, knocking me down onto all fours. The rest of the people which I had considered friends join in on the beating. Kicks and punches hit me from all angles, but it didn't phase me as much as it probably should have. Finally, after about three or so minuets of being kicked, punched, and basically whatever else they could throw at me I acted as if I had fallen unconscious. I hadn't really, but I needed to get them to stop so I could go home.

     Finally the hits stop as I hear what is probably the store owner chase the horde of people away from me. I don't move for a few moments though. It would be odd for anyone to go through something as violent as that and just waltz away like nothing had even happened. Finally I sit up. The store clerk holds out a hand to me and helps me up. I grab my scattered and torn newspaper and follow the man into the store, thanking him profusely.

     The kind store clerk grabs bandages and gauze from somewhere in the back of the store, before returning to bandage me up. Despite not feeling too injured, I was still covered in plenty of cuts and lots of bruises. Within a few days however, I knew they would all be healed up. That's just how its always been.

     "Are you okay, kid?" The man asks.

     "Well, considering I was just ganged up on, I'd say I'm better than what I thought I'd be." This was a lie. I knew I would be fine, I just didn't want to freak this guy out.

     "Oh. Do you think you'll be alright walking home? The sun is starting to go down." He motions out the front windows to the sky which was steadily turning pink.

     "Yeah. I'll be alright." I respond. There's no doubt in my mind. Although he insists that he would like to walk me home, I eventually get him to drop the subject. Still, I have an odd feeling most of the way home. I clutch the newspaper closer to my chest, subconsciously wanting to protect this wrinkled and torn mess of paper. Something grabs me from an alley way I'm passing. The store clerk that wanted to walk me home grips me tightly, a hungry look in his eyes.

     "There's no point in calling for help kid, now we can either do this the easy way, or the hard way." The way he emphasizes hard made me cringe and grit my teeth. This fucking perv... I thought. He gives me a disgusting smirk and I've already had enough of this. I knee him in his stomach, causing him to loosen his grip around me. Using this to my advantage, I take his arms and quickly twist them behind his back, putting pressure on his lower back while doing so. He begins to fall to his knees, but before he hits the ground, I put my full force into a kick right between his legs. He hits the ground, hard. I start to look for something that I can finish this job with when I hear a voice call out from behind me.

     "You have potential." The voice is deep, and inhuman.

     I turn to face its source, seeing a pale figure levitating before me. I can feel my eyes widen as the creature speaks again. "I'm Headon. The tower is welcoming you."

     The tower. Only the chosen get to climb it, however, I've never had the urge to. Some of my peers on the other hand have. Some were not chosen, but all who have tried to make it up have perished. I most likely wouldn't be any different, but if this Headon is the one I've heard about in myths and stories from my child hood, I should not pass up this offer. I simply nod at the figure, stating "I'll be at the doors by tomorrow." and with that, the being turns away and disappears into the darkness of the night.

     The man which I thought was so kind earlier now writhes on the ground. I crouch down, grabbing him by his collared shirt and lift his head to meet my eyes. Giving him a bored expression, I nonchalantly say "If I hear of you or anyone else in this area trying this, I'll be sure to finish you." With that I walk off, leaving the newspaper lying in a crumpled heap beside the store clerk.

     I open the front door to my house, and still it remains empty. They must have gone on some sort of business trip. I'll just write them a note. I'm sure they'll miss me, but I don't have any reason to stay here anymore. My best friend... No my sister. I always considered her to be a sister to me- she hates me. The only person I was ever close to was her. Now, I'll ascend the tower. Maybe she'll be waiting for me at the top? I'll be sure to find out, someday.