(Zexal edition) Oneshots from Dares

Apologies | Kite x Reader

Atoranta: it's shorter than my first one but whatever, I've been busy

Shinsei: coughcough you mean procrastinating coughcough

Atoranta: You want to wind up dead, Shinsei?

Shinsei: Oooooooooookayyy, I understand scary lady

Atoranta: Call me "lady" one more time and I murder you

Shinsei: As for the "scary" part?

Atoranta: That part's fine

Shinsei: .......

Atoranta: To the oneshot!

(also the fact we've already done a Kite one is irrelevant, Shinsei did the previous Kite one, and I, Atoranta, wrote this one.)

 You stood there, palm on the large glass window. It was taller than a door, and you simply stared out into the night. The glass lightly reflected your figure, (h/c) hair sitting idly at your shoulders. Down below you, there were many lanterns and lights, their glow making it up to you. How you wished you could be down there.

The stars shone above the festival you watched, twinkling ever so slightly in the dark blue night sky. The crescent moon was placed just within your eyesight, not too far above the ground, but not too low. A smile grazed your face, happy others were still enjoying themselves. After all, enjoying life was what really mattered.

Before you knew it, a cough took you by surprise. You bent over, letting the air escape from your lungs and out your mouth, leaning over. But you simply stood there for a moment, before adjusting your posture back to what it used to be. After all, you didn't dare let him see you in any sort of bad condition.

So you looked back at the festival, resuming your position. The laughs and screams of the people down below could be heard just barely over the silence of the tower. You would give anything just to be down there for one last night.

Softly, you heard the door open, but you didn't bother moving. You knew who it was, and exactly what he'd say.

"(Y/n)!" Kite spoke unnecessarily loud, concern welling through his voice. "You're not supposed to be out of bed-! What are you thinking?"

He took a tentative step towards you as you kept the smile on your face. "I don't recall being told I couldn't get up." You heard a sigh, clearly coming from him. "Why must you ruin everything, Kite?" You asked, a hint of sarcasm, but curiosity if anything was prominent in your voice.

A frown seeped onto your face once more, still looking down at the festival below. It certainly was different from this daily routine of being told how weak you were. How you shouldn't be up.

"I'm just trying to keep you safe!" Kite retorted in the moment. "I don't want to lose you, (Y/n)! Why is that so hard to understand?!"

Why, he asked? Why else? What were you supposed to do if all you could do was lay in bed? What sane person would let that be their last moments? Who did he think he was talking to? Did he think this was any less hard on you than it was on him? You were the sick one!

"It's not hard to understand," you responded, a tear beginning to prick at your face. "Just annoying."

"What do you mean?" The one that meant so much to you asked. All you could do was sigh, before lifting your head.

"Imagine yourself in my position," You started. "You're sick. You probably don't have much longer. There's so much of life you've begun to miss out on, just because it's 'not safe' for you to do it. And now here you are, simply standing up, and being told it's too much. How do you think that feels?"