Lucky find |- BakuDeku -|(Original Story)

●Chapter 40:No witnesses●

Warnings: Gore, Violence(ig)

Word Count: 3663

( ??? P.O.V )

August 7th, the day she should've wished she stayed hidden inside. If only there were such a way to think when you're dead. To regret, a life changing decision. Maybe, maybe if she didn't decide to take her family out that one day. Only she didn't remember what happened. Yearning for that knowledge, all leading to the wrong directions. Wrong path. Wrong everything. 

" Chakra"

" Historia"

"Nice to me you Iole!"

" The hell!" 

"We know you don't know us." The girl with long hair said, playing around with her knife. A book suddenly snapped out of nowhere landing in the hands of the lean male. Thought to be a great man, turned villain. " But, we wanted to let you know."

" A little secret we know about you." A knife was pointed at her throat. She was so close to releasing her vines. The female ran it across her chin, careful not to cut the teenager. Walking away, twirling her way back to where she came from. The male "hero" cocked his head, before asking," Wanna know it?"

Head swiftly turning both directions to where the villains stood. She grimaced, crossing her arms. " You don't know anything about me."

Mimicking the actions of the 17 year old, scoffing. Orange and ivory hair getting wet in the rain. " Of course we do! We know something you've been wanting to find out for so long."

" How your parents died." He finished the other's sentence. Pulling back his hoodie revealing more of his face. Aquamarine hair combed back, and glasses visible. 

A look of surprise and confusion. Could they find out what people wanted most. What they desired? Where the hell would they know to find that question. That thing that was eating at her for so long. " What? How would you-?"

" Judging by how you sound, it is that is it not?"

" How would you know that?"

" Historia, for history. I can know anyone's past. So do you want to know it?"

" E--Eh, uhmn, yes. I do. "

He lied his book on the floor, kicking it towards her. "Once upon a time. There was girl, born in England, her name was Violet Oleander. A second of two children..hat..jeal..s...."

Do it

You'll be the sole heir like you wanted

" Shut up, shut up... " She hit her head multiple times in a row, sliding down her bedroom door. Ending with a thud. Breaking down right then and there. Crying hysterically. So many mixed emotions, she couldn't explain all at once. It wasn't the first time she lost it. No, more like it was the 44th time she did. Of course privately, but even then her parents knew and looked down on her. Oh because she wasn't a perfect heir. No her brother was. It was all about her brother. He always was the apple of her parents eyes. Thankfully she had... No she didn't. Not anymore. Hearing a knock on her door, she sniffled. She knew what she had to do, of course she did. It wasn't like she hadn't thought of it.

" Violet, are you okay?" Even his voice was so goddamn fucking annoying. She wished he was already dead. Just wanted to do so many things to him. 

" Yes." She replied, trying to sound like she hadn't just cried her heart out. Although her brother was a bit on the smart side, at least he didn't hear the cracks in her voice.