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Well, hello there! A lot of people requested on me doing more stories that involved mystic messenger and a month ago I got requested to do one with V.

So...I hope you all enjoy.

Sorry i was caught up in the hospital so i havent updated any of the other stories i'll be back on track soon enough!

(WARNING: THERE WILL BE V SPOILERS IN HERE, SO IF YOU HAVEN'T PLAYED HIS ROUTE OR JUST DON'T WANT TO READ SPOILERS, BE WARNED)

Flowers.

Bright. Colorful. Wonderful scents. Attracting bees and other buzzing insects that craved the pollination that subtly fell whenever the wind blew across the grass, sending the scent from the flowers to travel and the pollination to sprinkle across fields and help create more lushes and spontaneous Rhododendron mucronulatum.

Ah… Yes. the wind. The lovely breeze that seemed to carry a story, telling everyone and thing how free, how open it was, how careless it could be. Those spring days and evenings where the scorching sun gazed down on your skin and the cool breeze rushing through your short obsidian hair and grazing your fair skin, your shimmering violet/blue eyes seeming to reflect the sun. Those good old days you would sit under the trees with your mom as she told you stories and fairytales. Fairytales…. You were always into the princess life, wearing dresses and nice clothing, learning your manners and how to properly set the table, traditional korean. Being young was a dream come true to you, a life any little girl would ask for, with all the dresses and what not. But as you got older, reality sunk in more. The horrors of the world became noticeable. And you realized: There's no such thing as happy endings.

Once you hit the age 11 and your father died, his car driving off a cliff, you knew that you couldn't be the girl that constantly relied on someone. You needed independence but it was easier said than done. The boys that liked you swarmed you with gifts and affection, but you didn't want just hugs and kisses. You wanted a friend. Someone you could talk to. You couldn't freely talk to the girls your age, most of them seemed to envy you. SO..you began to isolate yourself. There was nothing special about you. Not the way your black hair had a baby blue tint to it in the sunlight, not the way way your purple eyes had specks of gold and bright blue, not the way your fair skin seemed to glow in the early afternoon. None of that was unique to you. None felt special.

Years pass and you move away from your life; the life that you once knew. You moved to new high school,, staying quiet and not socializing. But some things happened when you turned 17, forcing you to move again. Only 17 years old, you lived by yourself, studied, played games online and tended to gardens at the elder home, lending a helping hand. While walking home from the nearby cafe, you notice a male and female sitting at a table at one of the restaurant. The male had turquoise hair and the female had lovely shining golden hair that glistened. You couldn't help but stare, your eyes glued to the couple. They seemed to stand out to you, their personalities radiating off of one another. It was odd seeing such a hair color. SO bright and vibrant and...strange. You shrugged it off, not thinking anything else of it. Never would you have thought that same man would change your entire life….And the female might put an end to it..

Now, 20 years of age, you sit on a pink bedspread in a room covered in princess decorations, the walls a purple/pink with swirls and hearts engraved into the wallpaper. A glass table sat near the double eight inch windows, which had the curtains drawn back and held with what looked like a hair tie with a big pink flower. The floors were covered in a deep purple, fluffy and soft between your toes whenever you deemed fit for walking barefoot, such as when you first wake up or slip out of bed late at night for a glass of water or to use the restroom. The smell of a beautiful fragrance, vanilla with cherry blossom, filled the room each morning, your first breath of the day always seeming to be the best. It reminded you of your younger years when you would bask in the sunlight and lay on top of the flowers and soft grass, watching bees buzz by and dragonflies chasing each other. You inhale deeply before exhaling, your hair in a loose, high ponytail, most of your bangs falling into your face and some stray strands springing in various directions while you sit up. You have been sleeping in the room, this weird building, for close to four days now. How did you end up here again? You can't recall. Why can't you recall? You don't know why, but you have a feeling it has something to do with the piercing headache you have, your eyes feeling slightly heavy even though you just woke up.

"..." You turn to the side and look at your phone. Nope. Nothing. Still dead. You sigh with a pout, shaking your head in disbelieve. You needed to have sort of communication...but at this point it seems like that isn't going to happen. Your eyes avert to look out the window, the sun shines in and creates a small rainbow that casts onto the floor. Flipping your legs off the bed, your feet touch the soft, cold carpet, your toes mingling with each piece of fabric as they try burying themselves deep into it. You put weight on your right leg, hopping to the window to avoid putting pressure on your left ankle since you sprained it a day or two ago. Delicately, as if the glass was a wall of sand, you place your palm against it, the coolness from the outside seeming to seep through and circuit through your body. You feel caged in, locked away and shielded from the outside world. Not like it really matters. You've isolated yourself from society, not speaking to anyone as if every person you came into contact with had the plague. Do you regret it? Of course not. It made your problems almost nonexistent.

Your right ear twitches and your eyes dart to the door as there is two, slow knocks. Then, as if it's your first time seeing another human being, your heart seems to stop and your breath hitches, holding your breath once the other being steps into the room, their hair ivory with slightly faded ends, his eyes a bright mint color giving him a young and innocent look despite the bags under his eyes, indicating he probably didn't get very much sleep. Not surprising. You let out the breath you were once holding and you feel slightly nauseous, unsure how to react to this male.

"Ah, you're awake," he says, too happy for the odd situation. "I apologize but I was suppose to visit you earlier in the morning. I got too caught up in my work."

Dryness and soreness overcome you and your throat constricts, unable to speak you just nod, not responding to him. He enters the room and closes the door behind him, a pout coming to his lips. He's clearly distressed about something. But what? He isn't the one who had no clue how he got here. "Is something wrong? You aren't upset? Oh, you must be hungry, correct?"

Again, a single nod is your only response. "No need to act shy," he chuckles, a soft grin on his face, although it looks...forced and painful. You nod.

"S-sorry," you finally say in slight shyness, uncertain of how to speak. He seems proper but you don't really want to speak so formally. Then again, it would be the best decision since you don't know who he is. So, speaking formally only seems like the logical thing to do. "I'm...just confused, that's all…"

"Oh, the exilir will do that," he quickly says, taking both of your hands gently. "It's a side effect. Don't worry, you will be fine. It happened to me when i first took it. Everyone living under this roof needs to take it or the savior gets...a bit paranoid, i should say."

"Wait…" You slowly smile nervously, retracting his your hands as he frowns.

"Oh my...you can't remember anything, can you? Oh dear, you might've taken a bit too much. I guess I'll reintroduce myself." He smiles again and kisses one of your hands. "I am Ray. You told me you would test some things out for me and came here...now five days ago."

Ray…. Ray? The name doesn't seem to ring a bell- oh. You suddenly remember a bit from the previous day. He lead you to a room, handing you a glass that was heart shaped and full of mint colored liquid. 'It's sweetened to taste a bit like cupcakes,' Ray had told you before you gladly took the bottle and drank the contents, but not all. Ray refused to have you drink such an enormous amount.

"Ray.." You shake your head. "Yeah, sorry. No, i mean...okay, yeah..sorry I just sorta..blanked out for a bit."

Ray shakes his head. "No need to apologize, Ae-cha," he says, and for some reason hearing him say your name soothes your nerves and you aren't as nervous, sighing with a small grin. He grabs your hand and leads you out. "You must be hungry," he repeats himself, leading you out of the room and placing a hand over your eyes. You make a squeak and go to protest but remember. You can't see some parts of the building. It's forbidden. He needs to cover your eyes. And you somewhat feel more comfortable at the realization that it's just Ray.

"Watch your step….hold on, slow down, Ae-cha...One second.." He lets out what sounds like a smooth laugh but you're unable to tell and by the time you build up the courage to ask him a question, he removes his hand from your eyes, revealing the beautiful kitchen. "Sit down, Ae-cha. Feel comfortable like before. Nothing's changed-"

"Ray!" a voice calls and a man in a robe enters. The look on Ray's face screams that he's displeased that the male interrupted our time together. He leans in, the male whispers words you can't make out which make you feel uneasy again. Ray glances at you. "It's V," he states, obviously annoyed. You look at him. Confused.

"...V?" you question, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear. Ray smiles sadly. "I'm guessing you can't remember him, right? Last night he barged in and tried to stop you from drinking the exilir." Ray balls his fist. "That man is a bad man. Stay away from him. You're too innocent to be bruised by such impurity in him." He fixes his shirt. "Can I trust you enough to know that you will stay here? I need to take care of something quickly."

You stare at him, almost dumbfounded. You're so confused, you wish you just stayed in your room and ignore him when he asked if you were hungry. But that's in the past and you didn't choose that. Now you're here. "Mhm."

"Great.. Thank you, Ae-cha." he bows and leaves the kitchen. This kitchen….It looks like something that would be in a love story or a fairytale. And it slightly…..brings hope back into your mind that maybe you could live like a princess. Someday. Maybe here? You rest your elbows against the spot free glass table and place your face in the palm of your hands. Yesterday….That's why you drank that stuff. To be a happy princess with no worries. Ray had promised you.

"Ae-cha, it's safe. You can trust me."

"It's just odd. I trust you, I really do, but you're asking me to drink something so...weird."

"Ae-cha-" he grabbed your hands and stared into your eyes "-we can both live a fairytale if you drink this. You can truly be happy with no worries and problems. You'll be a princess and I'll remind you about it everyday."

"Ray…" I looked at the glass bottle and its contents. "It's...safe...right?"

"I wouldn't allow you to take it if it wasn't safe…"

I nodded, took the bottle and went to drink but he unexpectedly entered, calling my name, warning me about the drink as the liquid pours down my throat.

That's all you're able to remember. Nothing after that. Your eyes glance to where Ray had left to. Maybe..he wouldn't know if you decided to go explore...just a bit. Your feet are numb and your legs feel like lead as you make your way to the hall, hand sliding against the wall to make sure you know where exactly it is you're going. You hear gagging and peer around the corner, seeing turquoise hair, the body covered in a black robe and he buckles over as Ray scoffs and tosses the bottle, the contents empty from it, Did he make him drink the entire thing? The male slowly sits up and leans against the cell he's in and your eyes meet for a split second, making your heart stop. You've seen him somewhere but can't tell where you've seen him before. His eyes widen when he realizes it's you and he gestures for you to leave but you just stand there frozen. What was Ray doing to this male? WHy did this same amle try to stop you from drinking the Exilir the previous day?

You're too caught up in the same questions replaying in your mind that you don't notice the horror on Ray's face as he realizes that you're present. His face seems to go pale and he gulps. "Ae-cha! You lied," he stated, stomping towards you. Your eyes then dart to that male and gasp, stumbling backwards and falling onto your back.

"R-Ray-"

"You lied to me. Of all people…. DOn't you trust me? Don't you want to be my princess?" He kneels down and offers his hand, V's eyes gluing to you, fear in his eyes. Why should you care. You don't even know the guy. You don't know Ray either but you know him more than you know the other male.

Your eyes shift and meet mint eyes, nodding and squeezing Ray's hand. "It won't happen again..I'm sorry i don't know what got over me, Ray.."

Ray helps you stand. "Pay no attention to him.. V is a bad man, Ae-cha.. Please. Don't get involved with him.. Come on. If the savior found out you knew about this part of the building, she wouldn't be very happy… not at all.."

You nod your head and follow him out, glancing over your shoulder and at the male on the floor, reaching through the cell towards you with a frown. The frown looks considerate. Sad. Helpless..Wanting to help you. But why? Why would he look like that? You feel perfectly safe next to Ray, maybe even his savior, although you haven't met them yet. You enter the kitchen and sit down, Ray pressing his hands against the counter, shaking his head with a scoff. He begins to look stressed and uncertain of something. His eyes are soon stuck on you, staring at you intently and you gulp, tugging at the collar of your shirt.

"I, uh...I'm sorry. You were just taking a while and i got worried-"

"You were worried about me?"

You blink, Study his now relieved and soften face. "Yes… I was worried."

"No one's ever truly worried for me..It's...nice." He walks to you and gets on one knee, taking a hand and kissing it. "I promise you I'm not mad, so don't be frightened. Just be yourself."

A genuine smile appears on your face and you nod. The rest of the afternoon seems to go smooth. You and Ray talk. About? You can't really remember. There's plenty of things you can't really remember and it begins to bother you. While Ray walks you back to the room, hands over your eyes, you clear your throat.

"Ray..?"

"Yes?"

"Why….Why did that man, V, look so...so much in pain?"

This question seems to displease Ray and he opens a door and the familiar scent rushes to your nose. You're in the room from the previous night. The one you drank the elixlir in. "Are you worrying about that man? Ae-cha, you shouldn't worry of him. He's a waste of time. Trust me."

You nod once hands remove from your face, your vision now back, eyes scanning the room's every detail. The color. The machines. The temperature. The scent. Ray hands you a heart shaped glass bottle with a mint color liquid. You're eyes are mesmerized by the tiny shines in the liquid, the glass cool in the palm of your hands.

"Drink. Not all of it. You'll end up in pain like that man if you drink too much."

"Ray..Do I have to?" you ask, staring into his mint eyes,.

Ray frowns with concern. "Yes. You can't stay here in this paradise forever if you don't drink it. You already told me you you wanted to live here as a princess."

"But..when I took it I couldn't remember anything.." You look down, actually feeling fear prick at your skin. Why did you have to take this stuff? What exactly did it do to you? Rays index and middle finger went under your chin,pressing up and making you look at him.

"It's because you took a bit too much. Don't take as much.. I promise you'll feel the effects tomorrow and you'll absolutely love it.." He tilts the bottle towards your lips, which you lick and look down at the opening of the bottle as it presses against your flushed lips. Then, your eyes close as the cold contents touch your skin, gliding against your tongue and to the back of your throat. Once you swallow some of it Ray quickly takes the bottle from you, shaking his head. "Calm down. You'll get sick and hurt if you drink too much.." A smile spreads across his face.

You start to feel dizzy and nauseous, and you stumble back with a cough. Ray presses a hand against your back, the other stroking your hair. "It's fine. It'll help.." A devious smirk crawls onto his beautifully soft features as your eyes flutter shut.

"It always helps…"

Alright! Once again some things happened and i was stuck in the hospital so i wasn't able to post on the given dates but i'm working my hardest to get caught up! Thank you! The next chapter should be up next week!