Drakengard & NieR One-shots

NieR: Replicant | Nier x Reader | Friend? {1/2}

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The day you met Nier, the sky was cloudy and the village was covered in the sky's very shadow. Your mother had just finished selling some herbs to her first ever customer, and the young Nier was her second. You stood to the side, fiddling with and arranging your wares appropriately, and you caught the silver-haired boy sending glances your way. The moment you returned his short stares, however, he would quickly avert his gaze back to your mother. You were understandably puzzled by this-did you have something on your face, or did you do something wrong? You couldn't quite place a finger on just why he kept looking at you so much. Once he bought a bunch of medicinal herbs, he decided to strike up a conversation with your mother. You tuned them out, trying to distract and busy yourself with the products your mum was selling. It wasn't until your name was spoken that you looked towards the pair, your attention officially grabbed.

"Y/N, get over here!" You heard your mother beckon. Despite the context of her words, she wasn't being overly aggressive towards you. You nodded once, shuffling over to meet your mum and the boy in front of her. "Y/N, this is Nier. He lives past the shopping district, near the library. And he's your age! You've never met anyone close to your age, have you?" Your mother introduced you two, pushing you forward to stand in front of the boy. You noticed the strange flick of his fringe immediately, and his outlandish up-do didn't fail to catch your eye either. He smiled-a friendly, calm yet boyish smile. You couldn't help but feel your lips curl up in response.

"Hey, Y/N. I'm Nier," he greeted, extending his hand out towards you, "I'm glad to see there's another kid in town. Do you want me to show you around?" He asked, demeanour friendly and body lax. You were surprised by the openness of Nier and the townspeople, as they weren't quite what you were used to. You audibly gulped, unsure of what to do in a situation like this. You weren't used to such hospitality.

"Uhh... OK. Sure." You replied, grabbing his outstretched hand with your S/C one. He shook your hand gladly, happy to know he hadn't crossed any sort of line you might have had. He'd heard you were from the Aerie from Devola and Popola, and the only thing he knew about that village was how isolated and vile the people could be. He figured you had left because of that, and he was prepared to do whatever he could to make you comfortable and not feel left out. Normally you were more suspicious of people's intentions, but Nier seemed so earnest that you couldn't help but trust him and follow his lead.

"We'll be right back, Mrs L/N!" He bid farewell to your mum, and she giggled in response. You both let go of each other's hands, and you followed behind him. "So, as you know, this is the shopping district. It's actually the only district in town..." he began, his words fading out of your thoughts. You were distracted by everything else but his voice; you noticed how different his clothes were from yours-it was as if you both came from starkly different cultures, despite your hometown being one plain between his. He wore mainly grey and white, his clothes completely differing from your own style of clothing. What stood out to you the most was the sword sheathed behind him, looking far too big for his small body to carry. You observed how much taller you were than him-he certainly didn't look your age. You noticed every stride his slender legs took, how his knees would bend and snap with every step forward. You looked at his arms, noticing that even though they were thin, they still held enough muscle to swing his sword. You noticed how his hair rustled in the soft breeze, his unique up-do bobbing every now and then as he walked. You were mesmerised by Nier-by the pale, short boy in front of you. You were brought back to reality once you heard your name, and you couldn't help but jump at the attention.

"Y/N. Are you listening?" He queried, turning around to look at you. He caught you by surprise, and a gasp couldn't help but escape your lips. You began to fiddle with your H/C locks, trying to forget how immersed by him you were.