Friend Story! AU
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For you to listen at the place where I placed the asterisk.
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As you heard the line cut, you were utterly demoralised. You frantically tapped your mobile phone as you watched the screen depict 'Call ended' with Nineheart's name flashing above. However, your actions were proved useless when you were directed back to your homepage.
You just received another emergency call from Nineheart, or actually, isn't that the only reason why he ever calls you? Either way, the school was thrown into another chaos like always. Ever since you got into trouble with the bully on the first few days of your school, you've been stuck with running errands and solving problems. You were informed by Nineheart about some sort of virus that had spread throughout the whole school. With the extremely vague phone call, all you've managed to catch on was that there's some new student that transferred into the school, and they were the ones that started the 'trend'. Standing in front of your front door, you were taken aback towards whether you really want to go to school now. Sucking in a deep breath, you finally made your way out and towards Shinsoo Academy. Taking your usual route, you would pass by the overhead bridge that would lead you to the street of your school. But today...
The overhead bridge was crowded with students of the academy, but that wasn't the biggest thing that you were actually shock or fear about. It was the fact that every single one of them now possessed bright purple spiky hair, black spiky accessories festooned their faces and bodies. Some wore bandanas that was drawn with white skulls, but all of them were equipped with red headphones that seemed to be dramatically blasting music. The music was incredibly rough and ear piercing, causing you to wince. The students looked like they were completely out of control, they were throwing their head up and down as if they were having a seizure. Your face turned into a frightened one and you attempted to walk past them so that you can finally enter the school to find out what the hell was going on. Yet luck doesn't seem to be on your side when you kept getting jump scared by the students suddenly yelling, 'SCREAM!'
Scramming into the school yard, you nearly tripped over and collapsed over the cold hard floor before you were greeted by the face of Elwin.
"Woof! What's up?" He barked and leaped into your arm.
"A lot of things! Did you see those kids outside?" Your face was clouded with confusion and slight unease.
"Yeah, I saw them! There's more of them at school too, screaming 'RAWKKK'!! And being all like 'WOOOO'.
Anyway. Nothing bad is happening yet...right? " Elwin commented before he sniffed the air a few times. "Maybe I've been a dog for too long, I'm growing more and more sensitive to these things. There's like these weird urges to dig grounds and gnaw at bones."
The only thing written on your face was, 'seriously?'
"Right." He switched the topic quickly, "about those weird kids, I think the new transfer student has something to do with it. He's a dark-skinned guy, just came in yesterday. You better look out for him, make sure he's not causing...trouble."
You nodded in acknowledgement.
"As for me, I'll be guarding the yard, so you can go and do your thing. Oh- pretty ladies! See you!"
With that, he jumped off from your hand as quickly as lightning. You sighed and hurriedly made your way into the school compound, not before commenting that that shmuck is a complete pervert. He'd probably make a great friend with Hawkeye. Not wasting any more time, you finally arrived at the office. The heads presented in the room all turned their head to you before you bowed at them slightly as a greeting.
"Great. Everyone's here. We can begin." Nineheart immediately set the ball rolling, "There's this powerful disease spreading around campus right now."
Everyone blinked in confusion as Oz voiced out. "Disease? They look normal to me."
"There's more to what the eyes see. It's another unusual infection. Those infected will be hopelessly infatuated with Rock and Roll. This all started when our new transfer student entered the school, Damien."
Your eyes widened slightly at the mention of the name. It sent a small skip to your heart, thinking about the same evil demon who almost attacked you while you were still in your world. He possessed an extremely cold and edgy look, but despite being an opponent of yours, you did note that he was quite good-looking. Of course, if anyone else know you were thinking like this, you'd probably be thrown into the Root Abyss yourself.
"Honestly. Why do all the new transfer students cause these kind of weird troubles." Nineheart said before glancing away. You shot a defeated look at him.
"What did I do..."
"But seriously, rock and roll? That's so 90s." Irena cut in.
"90s or not. This is a threat to the school. We'll need to solve it as soon as possible. Once Cygnus arrives, I'll be asking her more. Meantime, (F/N). Go up to the 3rd level classroom and see what's up."
"Me? Again?"
"Don't think it's because I'm too scared to see him myself." Nineheart spoke with utmost stubbornness. Before you even had the chance to rebut, the door to the office swung open in a very uncharacteristic manner. You turned to only come face to face with your school principal and your friend, Mihile, dressed in purple and black. Spikes and skulls all over their outfits, and the giant boom box that was blasting with the same music you heard this morning. At that moment, everyone was left absolutely hopeless.
"Okay, there's that. Next plan."
"Aren't you a single bit concerned?!" You bellowed.
"Wait!" Hawkeye raised his voice, "I've got one. I don't know if you heard this: An eye for an eye! Rock for rock! Dog eat dog!"
"No, Hawkeye-"Nineheart tried to correct him but was ignored.
"In this case, let's form our own band! I'm sure we can take him!"
"What-"
"We'll fight him in a battle! And teach him how strong we actually are!"
"Hawkeye, can you play any instrument-"
"It's alright. I've got the looks that can make chicks go wild. Irena and (F/N) can play the guitar. Girls who play guitar are hot."
"Please stop." Your soul was struggling to escape your physical body.
"ANYWAY. We can call ourselves the Hawkeye band!"
"Do you even HAVE any music talent?" Nineheart called out to him once more.
"Leave me out of your shenanigans. I'm done here." Irena heaved a sigh as she turned on her heels, heading out of the doors already. Hawkeye groaned before he shook his head, clearing his thoughts.
"Whatever. Who else is in on this?"
"..." Silence filled the air for a few seconds. That was until Oz's voice broke through the air.
"Eckhart! You used to play the bass guitar, right?"
"No- wait-"Eckhart's face was instantly dispirited.
"Awesome! You're on the bass dude!"
"Fuck."
"Who's on the drum then?"
"Oh me! Me! I've always wanted to play drums." Oz volunteered enthusiastically.
"Is anyone taking this seriously?" Nineheart face palmed himself. "Whatever. (F/N). I need you to go upstairs and find out more about this Damien. Especially how he's like and his goals."
"Why don't I ever get a say in anything?"
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The view of the third-year classroom came into your view as you were left absolutely traumatised. The classroom doors were vibrating and shaking, the undeniably annoying sounds could be heard blaring out of the room. Your hand shakily reached out towards the door as you shoved it open, horrified by the sight before you. The tables and chairs were clashed together into a trash mountain, all four walls spray painted with ridiculous writings and drawings of skulls and 'rock'. Even the blackboard was carved with a childish drawing of a boy with red hair and side fringe, topped up with three ridiculous antenna on his hair. Right below was written, 'Damien'. The curtains were torn to bits while one was left surviving, and on it, was the same exact logo that you used to see on the dark-skinned's eye patch. The signature sun with three little horns on the right. On top of the mountain pile, Mihile and Cygnus were positioned there like some king and queen being worshipped.
"W-what is this?" You barely breathed out as you timidly made your way into the center of the room. You apprehensively approached one of the students and tried to speak as loud as you can through the deafening music.
"Excuse me! Do you know where Damien is?"
It felt like politeness was no longer a vocabulary that existed in this room when the student screamed back at you.
"How dare you speak the name of our Great Lord Damien!"
You wanted to cry but you were left with no options.
"Woo! Lord Damien is practicing at the Old school building. I'm sure he's basking in the moonlight, to intensify his power of the darkness...! Oh, Lord Damien!" The female students shrieked at the name. You covered your ears unhappily and stared straight ahead, trying to distract yourself from all these terrible pain you were being put through.
'I better head over to the old school building.' You thought to yourself and quickly fled the scene.
Once you reached your destination, you were surprised by the presence of Elwin. He started explaining to you that the new dusties were no longer just monsters, but instead your schoolmates that were transformed by the power of rock. With a guitar that was magically enhanced thrown at you, you had no choice but to travel through the levels of the old school building, trying to save your poor lost schoolmates, till you can finally meet Damien. After the agonising amount of guitar playing, you finally reached the rooftop. However, you were left in anticipation when a group of silhouette was presented. You felt like you were at a loss of breath, you were shaking just a bit, but your heart and blood was pumping fast in immense excitement. Yet when a voice called out from behind, you nearly lost your tempo.
It was your group of friends, Hawkeye, Eckhart and Oz. They caught up behind you and were panting in exhaustion.
"Hey, why do you always go on without us?" Oz whined as Hawkeye caught sight of the guitar strapped on your back. His eyes sparkled in excitement before he jumped over and glomped you.
"Is that a guitar!? I knew you wanted to join the band!"
"Wait-"
"Good job coming this far."
"!" Your head turned around swiftly as a loud lightning struck down nearby the school, creating an earsplitting noise. You flinched on instinct, and the next moment you opened your eyes. The silhouette finally cleared as the person that you've been trying to track down. His oversized jacket that was hung on his shoulders was fluttering as one with the wind, and his lips titled upward to represent a smirk. He was standing at the top of a hill, recreated with chairs and tables. He glanced down at you, and you could sense the mockery in his eyes. He swung his guitar out and placed it in front of him, getting ready to go into action.
"Bring it on."
Just those three simple words brought your heart to almost a stop. Adrenaline travelled through each and every of your vein as you pulled out your guitar too. Jumping onto a nearby chair conveniently placed, you huffed out a breath of nervousness and smiled back at him. He seemed satisfied at your movement as he strummed down his first key on the guitar to create the very first note. His members took the sign and started to play, creating a strong and intimidating atmosphere. You gulped but positioned your finger onto the strings, preparing to follow after his pace. Your friends gawked at the scene that you had created as they watched in amazement and bewilderment. How will you be able to fight with someone like him?*
His movements and speed were both equally incredible. He made it seem like there was nothing that could possibly hold him back as each string vibrated and shook under his touch. With the mic in front of him, he let out his voice in such a synchronised manner, you were both impressed and frightened by him. The whole time, his gaze was on you as you stared right into his blood red ruby irises, your rambunctious heartbeat could be heard ringing in your ears together with the sound of your guitar. The way his fingers shifted so swiftly in less than seconds, and how the guitar is moving along with his control, swinging up and down vigorously. You on the other hand, was so much slower on your strumming. There was times you slipped up and played the wrong note, and each time that happened, you would gain another derisive smirk from him. Sure that smile was attractive, but now it's not the right time to be looking at it as much as your heart was crying out to do so.
His teammates weren't lacking behind a single bit either. Their skills were nearly matching to his, but obviously still not as excellent yet. They were intensely engrossed in their playing. As you struggled to keep up, you soon realised more and more.
These people were serious.
Biting down on your lips, you finally struck the last final note in a clumsy manner. His smirk widened at the sight as he delivered one last sentence to you.
"Not bad. But not good enough either."
A few more banging of the drums accompanied as Damien let out a boisterous yell that convulsed the whole area. It was vehemently turbulent and vociferous, knocking you off your feet at the painful voice. You slipped off from the chair and crashed onto the floor within seconds, nearly breaking your guitar. Your friends rushed to your side immediately, trying to help you up. Unfortunately, you've pushed yourself too much and now you're left completely exhausted, leaving with no strength to stand back up on your feet.
"Holy cow, (F/N)! Are you okay?" Oz exclaimed in concern.
"This guy is crazily amazing...!" Hawkeye stared right back at the dark-skinned boy, who seemed to be filled with triumph.
"Pathetic!" One of his teammates roared out, "Thinking you can challenge Lord Damien to a guitar battle."
"Y-you guys started it...!" You weakly defended yourself.
"Sore loser, ha!" Another wave of laughter.
"You guys are so mean! Why are you doing this?" Oz groaned and stomped her feet, trying to express her anger. But with her childish side, she really wasn't accomplishing anything. The only female member of Damien's band stood out and giggled at Oz.
"Oh, it's nothing personal. We do this to every single school around this area, once we're done, we'll be away doing bigger and better things. You're just a stepping stone to stardom!"
All of your friends gasped and glared, except for you. Through your tired eyes, you tried your best to take a glimpse of Damien's expression, and he was no longer wearing the smug grin that he wore during the fight. He was silent, but you knew there was more to what you were looking. He's...
"At least your friend wasn't that pathetic. The girl from the acoustic guitar club was a complete joke!"
Your eyes widened slightly at their conversation, as they moved on to make fun of this new person you've never heard before. They roared with giggles and laughter as they made fun of her, calling her names and so on. The whole time, Damien kept quiet and said nothing until Eckhart butted in. He tried to insult them, but was thrown back with even more attacks. You watched in exasperation, this was getting nowhere.
"Why don't you SHUT YOUR STUPID MOUTH?!" Those unexpected words crashed through the atmosphere as everyone was stunned on the spot. From the corner of your eyes, you spotted the familiar green and long hair travelling past you. With this kind of scary shouting voice, you couldn't guess the identity wrong.
"Honestly with that outfit? All of you look like you came from hell." Her words were intoxicated with poison. "I can't believe (F/N) even took you so seriously. Bigger and better things? Your weak songs wouldn't even earn you a nickel on the street corner!"
You could tell they were taken aback by her words, especially him. You frowned at Irena's words, how could she say something like that?
"I-Irena...Don't say things like that..." You whispered out meekly and Oz shot you a look of agitation.
"Don't defend them! They deserve to be scolded." She hushed you and your brows only furrowed further.
"Weak...songs?" Damien gritted his teeth with utmost annoyance before he leaped down from the pile of tables and marched his ways towards to the green girl who was glaring daggers at him. "What are you going to do about it then?"
"We'll form a band ourselves, and defeat you like no tomorrow."
Your friends gasped in shock and Hawkeye quickly rushed in. "I-Irena...can I talk to you?"
But his words went past like a wind as Damien took over, "Let's take this to the last performance then. You better show up at the school festival."
"You can bet your words on it."
"Irena-"
"A simple showdown isn't enough." Another smug smile, "We need an actual bet."
"Fine!" Irena suddenly hollered, "Why do you talk so much anyway?! The loser writes their name with their butts in front of the whole school! Happy?! "
The scene was instantly silenced as you felt your chin touched the ground.
"WHAAAAAAAAAAT?!" Oz bellowed in utter shock.
Damien looked like he was about to let out a laughter, but he kept his triumph face on. "Heh, fine. That's a fitting punishment for insulting my music."
With a hair flip, Damien gradually made his way out of his building as his team members followed behind, all trying to suppress their laughter at the stupid deal. You watched them as they leave, your mind completely shut off from all reality.
"I'm transferring..." You mumbled one last time before you passed out.
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Awaken in the morning, you received another call from your newly formed music band to come and practice. There were lots of ups and downs...oh who am I kidding, it was all downs! The teachers scolded your band was making noise pollution, all of you tried to dig out part time jobs in order to earn some money to practice in a proper studio. However, all went downhill when you found out that Damien himself was also looking for a job. Every single job that you guys attended to and failed, he could perfect them all with absolutely no problem. By the end of the day, all of you were still broke and hungry and definitely on the verge of giving up.
"Let's go eat something. I want to have some of Granny's food!" Oz suggested and Hawkeye immediately seconded it with no hesitation. Head lowered with fatigue, you trailed after your friends and did not manage to stop yourself when they suddenly halted and ran right into Eckhart. You recoiled at the impact before blinking a few times, deciphering what abruptly interrupted their path. But when you saw the same boy who's been stealing your jobs, your irises dilated in astonishment. All of you were speechless as you stared at the red-haired, wearing an apron and holding sticks of stir-fried rice skewers. Needless to say, he was working part time at the Granny's van too.
"....Are you stalking me?" He said out of nowhere as you swore you saw an irk mark popped on Irena's head.
"NO!"
"Hm...Shall I begin stirring the food?" He said before glancing over your gang. Was he...?
"What is wrong with you?" Irena spat before you walked over and stopped her. She grunted and Oz changed the subject.
"Irena. We're hungry."
"Hmp. You heard her." She directed the sentence at Damien, "Serve us food."
"Serve people like you? Don't joke with me."
"Granny! Your part-timer is pretty rude!" Hawkeye snitched on with no regret. You whooped and frowned at him mercilessly.
"Guys!-"
"HOW. MAY. I. SERVE. YOU. DEAR. CUSTOMERS." He grumbled loudly and Oz shrank behind you in dismay.
Irena sighed as she voiced out her orders to him, he quickly got to work and serve the food, with a huge amount of dissatisfaction. Once he was done, the Granny dismissed him and told him he could go home and rest. With one last menacing glare, he tossed the apron onto the car before resentfully stomping away. Just then, your eyes trailed down slightly and caught something quite appalling. Down his arm, and his hand, and finally your gaze stopped at his finger. It was excessively wrapped with bandages. For a moment, your heart was clutched onto tightly and you couldn't say anything. There was just something poignant that was stirring in your heart.
"Did you guys see his fingers...?" Your eyes widened in shock that you weren't the only one who saw it.
"Yeah...it was all bandaged up." Hawkeye's voice was swirling with worries.
"He must be practicing really hard." Eckhart replied.
There was an unspeakable silence that lingered in the air as you continued to observe the retreating back of the male. Irena clenched her hand tightly and said with no mercy,
"Whatever. We'll practice as hard as he does."
You felt like your world had stopped turning as she said those insensitive words. You wanted to do something, but you couldn't. The conversation went on, Oz and Hawkeye complaining that there was no chance of victory. Hopes were crashing down for everyone, and you were stuck in between the fence. You vividly heard Irena apologising to everyone, and that she has disbanded the whole group. There was a sadness that dawdled at the moment, and despite everyone agreeing with the decision, you could still sense uncertainty. Everyone soon bid their farewell and moved on to their separate way back home, excluding you. You watched and made sure they left for sure, before heading off to somewhere else.
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You were secretly watching the male just now, the route and directions that he was taking, and now you're following down the road that he went past. This time, it is REALLY stalking. However, you couldn't bother yourself over such things and continued your plan. Every step you took was like every meter that the sun is descending, it was gradually turning darker and darker. You gulped in turmoil, after all, you have zero idea about the layout in this world. Soon enough, you found that you've stopped at the fountain park. It was eerily dark, but at the same time, somewhat romantic and relaxing. You were puzzled at your destination, did Damien stop by here? Did you lost him?
"So you were stalking me." The voice seemed to cue on the precise moment, causing you to flinch suddenly. The shadow loomed over as you spun around in an instance, coming face to face with your target.
"H-hey." You tried not to stutter as you looked at him in the eyes, which was scarily aggressive. "S-sorry. I don't mean any harm."
"...You look you can't even if you try." He nonchalantly commented and shifted his gaze away. You stared at the boy from head to toes as the weak streetlight tries to emit its light source in the dim surrounding. Once more, you kept your mouth shut about how appealing he looked.
"What do you want from me?" His sharp voice cut through your thoughts as you remembered your purpose.
"...Is your hand okay?" Those words rolled off your tongue as you held your breath, afraid of what he would reply. But when you caught the way his eyes broadening, you felt an arrow piercing through your heart.
"Why do you care?"
"Damien. Did anyone ever ask you something like that before?" You furrowed in ache as he stood rooted to the ground, clearly not having a reply.
"Am I obliged to tell you anything?" He roughly answered back, making your heart swelled in bitterness.
"That's not okay, Damien. How are you alright with this? Why aren't you going home? Why were you working so many part time jobs?" You exerted dominance in your tone, trying to carve an answer out of him. His own brows were drawn together in discomfort at your inquiries.
"Shut it. What's your problem? Why do you care?" His teeth was gritted together tightly. "I already humiliate you enough, why the fuck do you need to know about me?"
"What reason is there not to care!?" In the midst of frustration, you yelled back without thinking. "I know you're serious about your music career, I could see it. When I was playing against you...you took me seriously. If you really were that egoistic, you wouldn't even have bother facing me off. Your members can say and act however they want, but I don't trust that's what you really are."
"How would you know how I'm really like? You don't even know me! Stop acting." He refuted and clenched his fist in anger, to only wince when he realised that he had squeezed the injured ones. You caught on instantly and walked over to him as you roughly pulled his hand away from him. He watched in utter displeasure when you peered at it, growing slightly sensitive at your piercing eyes.
"You don't even understand." You didn't even have the time to register when you found yourself being shoved away, nearly slipping and falling.
"You guys are making your own band just because you want to make 'good' memories with your friends. What kind of bullshit is that? There's people like us who take it seriously, and if I were to lose to some group of amateurs for such a crap reason, then what else is there left for me to do? Don't act like you sympathise, when you yourself will never be in the same shoes as me.-"
You abruptly cut him off when you suddenly walked over and threw your arms around him, shutting him up. He hurriedly try to push you away, but you held a crushing tight grip onto him. His strength was not a joke either, as you found that it was starting to hurt each time he applied force.
"Let go-!"
"Just this once!" Your voice paused his movements, "even if you don't want to face me from now on, just this once. Let me do something for you."
"..." His rugged breathing could be heard beside you. The silence that flooded through the air felt like it was going on for eternity.
"After this, don't talk to me anymore." It was short and arduous.
"....Of course." You heaved a sigh of relief as you loosen your grip. His long fringed covered his only available eyes as he hung his head low, quite rare for him to do so. Shifting your gaze downwards, you slowly reached out to his other hand which was not wrapped. The moment you contacted it, you swore a strike of lightning shot through your whole body. It was warm, but it wasn't a kind touch. It seemed ambivalent, doubting every single action that you were portraying onto it, if you have to say, there was even a sense of threat. You lifted his hand up, without exchanging glances with him. Turning it around, you could see dark red lines, seemingly resembling the size of the guitar strings. It was ridiculously deep that it doesn't look like it was going to heal any sooner, especially not if he keep up with his hard work. Nervous breath escaped your lips once in a while, anxious and a bit thrilled by the alone affection that you were giving to him. Your other hand reached into your guitar case and whipped out a few band aids and ointment. Carefully peeling it off, you gently and soothingly rubbed the redden spot on his skin before applying some of the cold cream.
"...Why do you have so many band aids?" His usual coarse and tough voice evaporated into thin air, becoming a soft mumble.
"I...get injured a lot." You were suddenly reminded of your daily fighting routine. "I keep them around for spare."
You proceeded to work with care and grace, placing each band aid on his finger with utmost concern. No words and no eye contacts were exchanged, the both of you only sat near the fountain in complete silence and tranquility. The threat was slowly fading from the atmosphere as serenity settled in. Despite finishing your 'job', you didn't let go of the male immediately. You massage his hand softly, trying to subdue the undeniable amount of heat rising in your cheeks and how hot your heart was burning right now. Occasionally, you had to remind yourself not to stop breathing due to anxiety. Surprisingly, he didn't try to pull away or shove you, in spite so, you were preparing yourself for that. Sitting in awkwardness, you started to ponder what could possibly be on his mind right now.
But when you suddenly felt a head leaning against your shoulder, you had transformed into a stone. The only sound that left your throat was a very faint 'Eh?' as your entire body froze up at the unanticipated event unfolding in front of your eyes. Your eyes unstably trailed downwards to find the mop of mahogany hair covering more than half of your view and the recognizable weed cowlick. Your mind was screaming and you were attempting very hard to process the moment.
Did he just...lay down on your shoulder?
Not a single noise escaped his mouth as you continued to stare down at him, too shocked to be moving. Your hand was still on his, and you feared that he would feel you trembling in such an idiotic way. After what seemed like hours, you felt your fingers moving, and saw it being intertwined with his very own. By this time, your face was already erupting like a volcano and your heart was thumping so fast that it was nearly going to stop from exhaustion. On an even closer observation, you noticed something else. Through his long blood red hair, his ears were protruding from the strands, and it was reddened in a much exaggerated manner. In your discovery, you just couldn't repress the smile that was growing as your heart swelled with immense happiness. Who would have thought that he would confide to you?
Feeling a little confident, you lowered your head and laid it on top of his, squeezing the connected fingers tighter. Your small giggles kept leaking from your throat. Every time that happened, you feel him shift a bit and you would stop it.
"What is wrong with you?" The inquiry broke the silence as you gripped harder, nervous at his questions. "You kept defending me. Stalked me all the way out here. Do you have some sort of motives?"
"Ah..." You scratched your cheeks in a goofy manner. "I suppose I do."
At the sound of your reply, his fingers loosened as he stood up abruptly, pulling away from you. You instantly caught on and calmly reasoned yourself.
"My motive is to be your friend."
"You're lying." He huffed before crossing his arm, ready to walk away any second now.
"Well, maybe? I mean, will you believe me if I said it was more than just that?"
"..." You observed his back just before he cut you off. "Whatever."
As he took each and every step further away from you, your shaky voice called out to him.
"We're really not going to see each other anymore?"
He halted for a moment before his head tilted back, letting you catch the same crimson eyes that you secretly loved seeing. It was brimming with the same excitement that he gave you during your fight, and it sent your heart in a flutter. The similar challenging smirk decorated his lips.
"If you're serious about your motive, I want to see you keep trying. Just know you're definitely not going to win."
With that new quest dawned upon you, you couldn't help but wear the eager grin on your face.
It's time to get your band back.------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
OH MAN, this is so long! I was just so caught up into writing, I couldn't stop myself Q////Q This is probably the longest I've written for a one shot. [It's like 17 pages long.]
ANYWAY my favourite boy in the whole game and I just have to write about him ever since the release of chapter 6 in our server. The whole time when I was playing, I was actually on his side all along >> Felt kinda bad whenever the KOC gang insulted his band. TvT
Also, requests are always open for this one-shot, so feel free to ask for anything! ^-^ Thank you for reading!
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