The D-Rank (Honkai Impact 3rd Fanfic)

The D-Rank (Honkai Impact 3rd Fanfic)

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A thunking sound permeated through the hallway as a young man dragged himself to the far end of the hallway. He sighed and coughed along the way, wiping off his sweat with his rumpled shirt. His hair stuck out at odd angles with a few patches shorn inches too short. He looked down at his chest and put a hand to the left side of his ribcage, wincing at the pain he felt. He continued to trudge on to the room at the far end, head held low and muttering along as if in a trance. "I... am Morgan Avery... Sole child... Of the Avery Family..." Each breath he took seared a deeper pain in his ribs, each step weighed more than the last. At last, he reached the room. He then sighed heavily, face flushing into a deep red... And pushed the doors open to the infirmary, bustling with activity as various women carried trays of colorful liquids in little bottles to people sitting in the reception area. One of the younger women sitting on a bench near the door smiled, tapped his elbow, and asked, "Hey, did Monty hand you your ass?" Morgan nodded, looking around at the sights in front of him. "What you lookin' for?" The same girl asked, "Err... Montgomery told me to look for the stig marks..." The woman's eyes widened at his statement, and motioned for the girl at the reception desk. "You could've made it so much easier... You're Morgan Avery right? Don't bother, hey! This guy has to get to S-340!" One of the women in a standard nurse uniform approached them, hands still in gloves after handling a tray of the colorful bottles, and nodded at Morgan before she stalked off. Morgan took a few steps before looking back and asking, "Can you at least tell me your name? I'd like to thank you properly." "Don't bother." "Alright, see you later Miss Bother." The woman shot him a deadpan gaze as he turned to follow. She smirked and whispered, "Kid's got a brain alright."
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The rooftop scene played in slow motion in her eyes. Her boyfriend's hands wrapped around her best friend, their lips locked, their laughter echoing in the crisp morning air. Her heart didn't just break it turned to dust. The voices in her head chuckled darkly, whispering like shadows: "If you had chosen him... you wouldn't be in pain. He would never betray you. He has been watching, waiting... a red flag to the world, but to you... a green light." She staggered back, her breath trembling. "Who... who are you?" she whispered, pressing her hands to her ears. "We are your choices. Your paths. And the gangster who scares everyone? He would rather die than see you cry." The voices faded, but their words rooted in her chest. The next day in class, she could barely focus. Everyone knew her as the quiet girl who never caused trouble, but now her world tilted sideways. When she glanced at the back corner, she caught him staring Raven, the school's infamous gangster. He leaned against his chair lazily, tattoos peeking from under his sleeve, but his eyes those sharp, storm colored eyes softened the moment they met hers. She quickly looked away, cheeks burning. At lunch, she found her seat empty. Her supposed best friend didn't sit beside her anymore. Her ex avoided her completely, as if she was the one at fault. She tried to eat, but her throat closed up. Then a tray slammed down across from her. "You're not eating," Raven muttered, sitting down uninvited. Her eyes widened. "Why are you-" "Because you look like hell," he cut in. "And because I told myself if I ever see you cry over someone who isn't me, I'll make them regret it." Her stomach knotted. Was he joking? Threatening? Or... protecting? Before she could answer, the voices whispered again-only she could hear them: "See? He burns for you. Dangerous to others, safe for you. Don't push him away..."

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