Note:
This is set in the future, about 9 years later.
Light
Messy piles of dead bodies scattered around the room. Rusty red liquid covered the monochrome tiled floor. Some even stained the previously cream-colored walls. The sickening metallic scent of blood filled the stagnant air.
A young woman sat in the middle of it all. Fresh red blood leaked out from the deep hole in her left shoulder, where she remembered a knife had pierced right through her. A small hand put over the wound, covering it as if trying to make the bleeding stop. Hazy deep red eyes stared at the scene ahead.
How could this happen?
It had all first started with a single gun shot, coming from one of her family workers. The man had screamed "Monsters! Monsters!" and aimed his weapon at everyone in sight. Soon enough, the other had followed after. They had screamed, yelled, and killed each other. [1]
They had not shown any hint of mercy, hesitance, or regret. They just killed, with a relieve smile on their faces with every soul they had taken.
She would have cried that time, yelled for help and begged them to stop.
But she had known she couldn't—not with that throat of hers.
So what could she do, when they had started charging toward her?
Kill, might be the only choice she had. No—it was the only choice she had.
She glanced down at the gun in her hand. Her grip on the gun had loosened up. But she could still feel it. The sensation she felt every time she pulled the trigger, the sound she heard every time she hit the target—sound of pain, the sensation of killing.
And on top of it all, the sight was what scaring her the most. The memory of a pair of gray eyes looked up at her with the emotion she had never seen before.
Betrayal.
It was not the first time she killed. She had killed before—a man who had caused the death of her grandmother, and tried to kidnap her and her brother. She had used a far crueler way to end his life. But not once she had felt any regret for it—because she had done that to protect her brother.
But him—she had no reason to kill him.
He had been the only person that had cared for her. The only one who had seen her as who she was, not as a failure. The only family she had had—her only light.
And when the light died, the only remain is the dark.
She heard the door being opened, followed by sounds of footsteps coming toward her. Slowly lifting her gaze from the ground, she looked up at the man before her.
Watching the man behind her blurry eyes, she could not see clearly his face, but she knew the man was smiling—didn't seem to be fazed with the dead bodies that surrounded him.
"Oh? That's surprising. I wasn't expecting for a survivor."
Looking up at him, she slowly lifted her hand, picking the gun in her loose grip.
As if he could hear the silent plea from the woman, he questioned with the smile remained on his face,
"Do you want me to kill you?"
She merely gave a small nod as the answer.
"Aren't you afraid of death?" The man asked again.
She didn't respond with words. Instead, her eyes told him the answer,
I'm afraid of the dark.
The man smiled, and knelt down. His friendly dark blue eyes met her hollow red blood eyes, looking at her softly.
"I'm Byakuran."
"Can I become your new light?"
[1] Someone had used illusion on them so whoever they saw would seem like monsters and they would kill each other. It's one of Byakuran's plan to get rid of the mafia family. It's lame and maybe a bit childish (if you can consider killing is childish), I know.
Author's note:
Another request from NinjaTortoise. Byakuran x OC fic. Hope you like it.
I'm not sure if I showed Byakuran's personality right. He has a rather unexplainable personality.
Just to make things clear, her name is Evva Lucchese, the daughter of the leader of Lucchese family. And, yup! It's a mafia group. Maybe you've guessed it.
Anyway, I'm working with the other requests. Please keep requesting. :)