Ayato Kirishima X Reader ~ Oneshots

Assignment

This is probably going to be a part 1 of 2.

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Running as fast as she could, the (H/C)-haired girl sprinted off the alley, blood staining her porcelain skin.

Her footsteps echoing trough the nightly streets of Tokyo, she wavered whether or not to look back.

Whether or not she could.

But however it was, her legs carried the shaky body beyond, drifting her thoughts away from the sight far too horrid for her to behold.

What had been seen was indelible.
What had been done was indelible

But tears refused to shed as her fists clenched tight.

And she never stopped running, or at least never intended to.

But unfortunately, her own weight overpowered her strength, making the girl collapse exhausted on the ground.

And there, in the middle of the desolate hood, she laid motionless.

"(best friend's name)..." she wheezed.

"Gomenasai..."

Her numb body was shaded with none other than crimson.

But it wasn't her blood that painted the harsh concrete with burgundy as the sky bursted out crying.

It wasn't her blood.

Her hair waving on the surface of the pooling water, she closed her eyes.

If she had never... Never asked them to visit.

Out of selfishness, she had. She had asked her best friend to come over and see her at the hospital.

Her surgery was a success, there was no doubt. But to whom?

In a situation such as hers, no one could've turned down an offer like that - A cure for the very illness that was eating her body bit by bit.

However, her alarms should've sounded at the very mention of the CCG's accompaniment back then.

The offer was too good to be true.
The cure was too gruesome to be true.

A transplant to cure her steady ilness - the very ilness that was sworn to be the death of her.

They told it had "little side effects" but would most likely save the girl's life.

And there she was now - a hybrid, the very monster she so despised.

A half-ghoul.

A half-ghoul who had just brutally murdered her friend.

She herself had lost consciousness and control during the time - but as she woke up she knew what she had done, as the earlier happy and joyful eyes of (bestfriend's name) were turned blunt and soulless.

She was nearing her breaking point any moment now and her soaked body stayed numb, not even inching to get up.

But her remaining self heard muffled footsteps sneaking closer, bringing her faintly back to standby.

The sound of leathery boots clattered and echoed near her, splashing onto the wet concrete and creating a sinister aura.

The footsteps came to halt right next to her.

"Useless creature" a voice muttered before planting it's heel on top of her head.

However the girl didn't struggle. She was indeed an useless creature. A murderer even.