My Miniscule Sandy World Ouni/Kicha X Reader (You!)

Pt 1

Notes-
Y/n - your name

N/n - if we ever use a nickname (do we?)

N/l - you number, or "name" in the system.

(Things may be added here as the story progresses) (From the future it won't)

Y/N Pov (Here cause of past thinking)

I had been here a few days. This man watching my every move. He wore some samurai get up, a ponytail and everything. Each moment I laid their unable to do a thing, each moment I laid their helpless I- Every moment was draining a bit of my soul.

I had no idea how I came to felt that, it was a Bizarre mix of feelings that swirled around. It was presumed that I was not to have a thoughts of my own really, as it was presumed that I were to be disposed of if I were to fail a mission...

Which was happening now.

I shook my head and bit my bottom lip, "This isn't the time right now!"

I am something of trash, garbage my failure of the mission was my failure at living. I looked up at the ponytail man. His hair was rather long, longer than even my thin white hair that wrapped around my face.

He noticed me staring, "What?"

I turned my gaze away. "I was simply thinking," I replied in a bitter tone.

"Sure..." He resumed back to what he was doing. He often looked outside, I wasn't able to get a good view because of my position but what ever it was it seemed to be of interest.

Soon a small girl with short hair appeared, as well as a blonde boy and a few others. They all seemed close. But despite the closeness they had their was also a strong sadness lingering in the air.

"Is always like that?" I wondered.

"How long are we going to keep her here Ouni?" The short blonde asked.

"Until we get answers," A swift reply boarder lining a growl.

"We can't keep wasting resources on her! Especially not now..." A blonde dude replied. "Not now?" Was something happening. "No, it is probably because of the attack."

"I can supply the things needed myself," The ponytail dude grumbled and walked away.

There was silence and uneasiness lingering after he left. The air started to feel heavy, and heavier. A few left as well. I looked to see who remained, it was the shortie.

She squinted at me, before yelling, "This is infuriating!" I flinched before quickly gathering my composure.

She got on her knees and stared some more, "What's your name?"

I was confused, I didn't exactly have a name unless if numbers counted... I laid there silent.

"Answer me!"

"Uh..." I fumbled, she would probably get mad if I answered with a line of numbers, "What's your name?"

"What was I to expect," she sighed and trotted off. Although I made her mad, I didn't expect to have her give up so easily. I turned slightly, my back against the floor.

The ceiling was old, the place itself was rather old. Vines growing, the rocks eroded.

My thoughts slowly drifted to more depressing matters, involving my failure, as well as my impending doom.

What good were these feeling if it only made me depressed?

In my homeland I was taught of this place, a place where emotions lived. These emotions cause pain, and conflict. It was described as a hell.

Although I didn't really see such things depicted in my findings. Was it merely an exception? Or was it something else?

I shook my head, of course it was merely a exception. Nothing more, nothing less. Emotions bring only pain, that is what is deemed to be true.