inimical

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a/n:

woof! a yami x reader! ( > /// < )

I'm somehow happy this story won on my poll, like, who can resist this man?! 

this story will sometimes have moments using the canon plot from the manga/anime, but I can't promise everything is accurate, and there will be some plot changes! thank you and enjoy the story ♥

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CHAPTER 1: SUN AND MOON 

[f/n] Roselei, 15 years old, attends the Magic Knights Entrance Exam. 

"Number 324." They yell. 

You apologize as you push past other participants to reach the front. 

"Yes!" You present yourself. 

Many hands went up, but you only pay attention to one. 

"Blue Rose squad, thank you!" And then you left. 

A few participants whisper about you on your way out. 

"Blue Rose? Isn't she a commoner..?" 

"I heard she got adopted into House Roselei..! Apparently she's Lady Charlotte's sister." 

"Really? Wow, lucky for her." 

You sigh in distaste. They are not wrong, yet it frustrates you that they don't realize how much work you had to go through to be accepted. 

"Sister." Charlotte. 

She was waiting for you outside the the castle's gates. 

You give her a smile. "Sister, you didn't need to wait for me. We're in the same squad." 

"I wanted to congratulate you," she admits. "I'm happy you were welcomed into Blue Rose." 

You and Charlotte walk together. "To be honest, if her hand did not go up for me, I wouldn't join another." You say. 

"I believe Crimson Lion is a fair second choice," she adds. 

"Hmm. You think so..?" 

You recognize the air she is wearing, the kind that means to honor the House. Independence, flair, and elegance. She always takes it too seriously, you could see her tense shoulders. 

You halt. "I need to check something... Could you go ahead without me?" 

Her stare becomes firm, it was her way of telling you to be careful. You respond with a nod. 

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The sky was finally dark, however it did not discourage the marketplace at all. To you, it seemed to make it all much more magical. 

The lights. Even with differences in brightness, the variety made the streets look interesting. Each stand and store are willing to stay open no matter if a customer is guaranteed or not. You could compare them to a row of candles, all different heights, colors, quality, and the times they were lit. 

It all comes down to who would burn out first, or the first to close up for the night. 

Still, you cared more for their determination to stay open than anything else, because the struggle of meeting a quota is a hardship you knew well. Having enough meals to eat per day is a priority, and even more so if you had children to look after. You knew this because you were one for most of your life.