Gacha Story (Mature Readers Only)

Light and Dark Girls

"Why did you run off?" Nia was asking Arya innocently. Arya knew that Nia was actually clueless and had no idea who her father actually was. She was the youngest daughter and her father kept locking her in her room for being 'different'. Avocado has made it seem like he only grounded her for things like going to bed late, but every time Roxy or Shadow did it, he wouldn't care. Arya knew the real reason but she couldn't say because it'd definitely hurt Nia and... she wouldn't be able to understand it.

It was just because Avocado could not stand Nia being both dark and light and apparently there was something wrong with that. For some reason that Arya could not understand, there was something about Nia that made her connect with her. It was weird considering she found it hard to bond with those who were light because they never understood her power. There was just something about Nia that she could relate to, more than she could with others that were dark, but she was just unsure of what it was.

Nia had her black hair in a side ponytail as usual, the white highlight sticking out clearly in her fringe. Ever since Arya had run away, her blonde and pink hair had turned ginger, which was her natural hair colour, but she had recently decided to dye the ends pink, with her green highlight that matched her eyes.

She was wearing one of her favourite pink hoodies and Nia was wearing the same blue dungaree skirt over her livid striped shirt, her sleeves longer than her arms so that her hands were not visible.

Arya sighed. "Sometimes I'm just tired of staying here because... well, it's not a home."

Nia frowned. "What do you mean?"

She blinked. It should be a home if Livia and Ashy were there, but for some reason, she just didn't feel it. The people were not the problem... it just didn't feel right to her. "It's complicated, I've got Livia and then Avocado shows up -"

"What's wrong with my dad?"

Arya gave her a concerned look. "You know what he does to you, and it isn't fair," she explained. "You should know that Crystal loves you as much as Shadow and Roxy and that's because you're as important as them. Don't let Avocado tell you anything different."

Black and white eyes stared back at her, confused and so, so innocent. "He doesn't say anything."

"Good," was all she said, and silence came between them, then. Nia was looking at her and her eyes were staring into hers - eyes that were not really seeing. She deserves better, Arya thought. She wanted Nia to know the truth but she also couldn't tell her either. The truth hurts... always...

"So," Nia said slowly, breaking the silence, "Are you going to teach me?"

Nia was smiling, her grin wide and her eyes round and eager. Forcing a smile on Arya's scarred face, she told her: "Think of something that angers you."

For a second, Nia was thinking as she pouted, her cheeks reddening and her hands were on her hips in a cute Tsundere way. Then, one of her eyes morphed; the sclera turning black from white as the shape narrowed like eyes of cats. Her white eye remained the same, however, only narrowing slightly.

"You did it!" Arya shrilled cheerfully as Nia blushed shyly, hiding her mouth with her long striped sleeve. "You're light too - you're half light - so I guess that explains why you can only do one. It's pretty cool, though!" Arya admitted and Nia smiled, not knowing whether Arya was being honest that it was a good thing. Being both light and dark was better, though, because it meant you could use both powers, minimising your weaknesses and improving your strengths. It should have meant you could fit in to both categories, but Arya guessed that for some people, it wasn't the case - because you were neither light nor dark, but just a misfit. She didn't think it was true, though. Clearly her father thought differently.

Arya's eyes shifted too, black smothering white behind her green irises. She smiled at Nia kindly, staring into her black eye that was so dark and deep, like a bottomless pit, in contrast to the white that was blank and empty, void of meaning and expression.