The First Queen || Reader x K Project (𝙙𝙞𝙨𝙘𝙤𝙣𝙩𝙞𝙣𝙪𝙚𝙙)

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"Get him!"

A thug yelled, continued by other's yelling as you hastily turned to a corner to shake them off. Unfortunately, two or three followed you there.

You had no choice but to clench your fist. You turned around and yanked the first one's shirt to punch him in the face, it happened in a flash.

The second one threw a punch at you but you ducked, pulling his legs to trip him and kicked his torso forcefully and aimed it at the third one.

The third looked at you with fear before scramming away.

You spit the blood that gathered in your mouth from all that fighting.

"Hahah!" You heard a man laugh and clap his hands from behind you, making you ready your stance immediately. "Woah! Calm down, I'm not with them." The blonde nervously looked at you.

He cleared his throat and pushed back his glasses when he sees your eyes filled with aggressiveness. "I'm not going to hurt you. I'm just a bystander." He looked at you with a kind smile and a serious set of eyes.

Your shoulders relaxed and you stood straight.

He brightened, he definitely found you amusing. "My name's Izumo Kusanagi, call me whatever you like."

You didn't know what he was talking about, but you nodded.

"What's your name?"

You have never spoken to anyone before. Not even your mother, nor father. You didn't comprehend what he meant.

You tilted your head, eyes filled with confusion.

The confusion also spread to the man.

"Do you.. know what name means?"

You were getting frustrated, you didn't understand him. But the wind told you to shake your head, so you did.

The man was dumbfounded.

"Can you.. speak?"

The wind didn't tell you to shake, nor nod your head. You didn't know what to do.

From the lack of words, the man deadpanned. It was like he was talking to a toddler, not even near on how quiet you were!

He sighed and pushed some of his hair up.

From seeing him frustrated, you felt a slight panic rise to you.

"Eeaa.." You made a weird noise, not having to use your voice for years made it sound so rasped.

The man was bewildered. "So you can speak." His lips formed a relieved smile. You quickly nodded.

"Then, a name is... something people call you by. Please, tell me your name."

Not having the ability to understand sentences, you looked at him all confused. The wind noticed and helped you understand.

You remember, the name, the name your mother always called you with.

"Use... Useelesse.." You couldn't speak properly at all. But your tone was headstrong. The wind pitied you.

The man furrowed his eyebrows. "Use.. less?" He frowned. "That's not a name. People should not be calling you that."

You did nothing but nod.

His frown deepened. "Any other.. name?" He looked at you with concerned eyes.

You shook your head.

He sighed and placed a finger on his chin. "Then, let's leave that be until you remember." He didn't want to give you one, in worry that he might be like those people who gave you that "name."