NOBARA'S CUTIE♡ ◦•

you had finally dragged yourself out of bed, ready to put your slippers on.

"stay." you heard him groan, reaching to grab your hand and put you back under the covers with him. "mikey, please.." you whine, drawing your hand from him, while your other hand gently ruffles his messy hair. "no, you'll stay." he orders, lacing his fingers with your own, forcing you back onto the bed. though his childish and immature tone contrasted with the tight and possessive grip he held on your hand.

"mikey, my boss will kill me if i don't go." you protest once again, forming a playful frown on your lips. you watch his expression slowly darken, a grin creeping onto his face.

"well then i'll just have to kill him first." he whispers into your ear, his pitch-black eyes gleefully staring at you.

"mikey!" you slap his back angrily. "if you don't stop right now, ill take a night shift again." you finally threatened him, stomping off to the door of your bedroom.

A/N ! : ahhh- this is so bad but i actually kinda like it :) its the best i can do in this state. i hope you enjoyed!!

It was a moonlit night in the large blazing city, giving the citizens a clear view of the glowing atmosphere.

Somewhere in a ruined and torn-up apartment sat a woman. The woman was decorating a blood-red box. The neatly wrapped item laid effortlessly within her slender hands. With big black lines striped across the small cube as a present for her partner.

As she stared deep into the glowing moon with deep admiration and excitement, she thought back to the times she used to gaze at her boyfriend the same way. She’d love it whenever he’d look at her with love-struck eyes, scanning all her features while stroking her face with his warm and tender hands, embracing her in a long hug.

Yet, before she could think further about any of her memories, her mind instantly blanked, while she remembered last night when she caught him with another woman in bed. As she looked at the way his hands would intertwine with hers, her eyes started to water. But before she could shed a single tear she decided she wasn’t going to merely stand around crying and that she’d instead be resolute in her revenge.

She closed her eyes, already picturing the absolute shock he'll experience when she reveals what was inside the box. For her revenge to work, she wanted him to see what he turned her into, she wanted him to regret until the very last moment, that he'll feel what she felt, that he’ll be in pain, that he’ll apologize and fall to his knees begging for forgiveness, but most importantly, she wanted to kill him.

Now, as she finally finished decorating the box, she hurriedly signed her name at the bottom left.

“From Lia Ruth” the name written on the crimson-colored item was the same one her boyfriend would mention in many conversations with his friends. He’d mention how love-struck he was with her while drunk, yet he’d still get in bed with another woman shamelessly.

Lia soon stood up, firmly holding the box in both her hands.

She walked over to the door to her apartment and hurriedly headed out.

As Lia walked along the cold concrete sidewalk, she noticed a figure in the distance. As she analyzed the cold-hearted tension between her and the silhouette, she decided to close the large distance between them, finally causing the unknown figure to be identified as a man.

The man soon joined her proving her assumtion correct, as he revealed himself as her boyfriend. He soon S quealed in joy as he looked at her with an oblivious gaze, completely unaware of what she caught him doing.

“Woah, you weren’t kidding when you said you had a surprise for me! Awe! Thanks, babe.” he said with radiating joy coming from him. He quickly grabbed the box, spinning it around until he spotted the writing addressed to him.

‘To my beloved Max. From Lia Ruth.’ after reading it he quickly threw himself at Lia and closed the space between them, giving her a heartwarming hug. He started whispering his gratitude for the surprise gift. He felt immense joy only imagining what she had bought him and couldn’t wait to show it off to all his friends.

As he picked up the crimson-colored gift, he started unboxing it in pure excitement to divulge the real surprise inside it.

As his surprise was finally revealed, both adults shared a long and painful pause. The sudden suspense within the air made Lia simply smirk in pure victory. The box suddenly fell from Max’s hands as he looked in utter horror and disgust as his gift fell onto the cold ground. He slowly looked up at Lia, who was towering over him while staring with a menacing glare. As he took a quick breath, he looked back down and locked eyes with what laid inside the box.

He stared in pure shock as he tried to adjust to the sudden disclosure of it all. His mind went berserk just trying to figure out what was going on.

He felt chills up his spine by only thinking of what could’ve happened.

Inside, a picture, taken from his bedroom containing evidence of what happened between him and another woman in bed.

Although, that wasn’t what he was staring at.

Within the box lay a pair of human eyes, leaking blood, beautiful green eyes, covered in red, a color comparable to the box they were placed in. They were the same eyes he had stared at that night.

As Max took a deep breath, his mind went blank, already predicting what Lia had done.

A torturing silence lasted between both of them for 5 long seconds until Max suddenly collapsed to the ground. He started backing up in absolute horror as he stared at Lia, who stared down at him with a cold blood-sucking glare with pure madness within her eyes. Her plan had worked. It worked out, and now it was time for the closing scene. The ending of all this.

She reached into her back pocket and pulled out a pistol.

She had never once imagined she’d be holding a weapon to anyone’s head. Especially not someone she loved and cared deeply about.

As Max was opening his mouth to obligate and beg for her forgiveness Lia quickly cut him off.

“Well, looks like you got what you wanted. Now, I’ll see you in hell.” She stepped forward towards him, her shadow towering over him as she turned the safety of the pistol off.

And before he could let out a sound she quickly shut him up, pulling the trigger and saying her final goodbyes, she couldn’t help but shed a single tear for the man she just killed.

As Max’s the bullet finally hit Max’s forehead he screamed in both regret and pain.

He regretted that he had ever welcomed another woman into his bed. He regretted that he broke Lia to the point she’d commit a crime. He regretted that he’ll never see her again.

He destroyed her. And nothing could fix her.

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It’s the year 2049. 17 years after Lia killed the man she once trusted most. Over these years she became a different person. She had to replace her identity with a new one by moving states and also changing her name. Now if anyone would ask her for her name she’d always have to reply with “Maya Stuth”.

Unlike Lia, Maya Stuth was very shy and mysterious. Able to talk about herself but adding never too many details. She missed the feeling of joy and happiness all together, but she knew that killing everyone off and removing herself from society was the best option for her to take.

Today, Maya decided to listen to the news. It was quite the shock since the last time she had even looked at the news would’ve been those 17 years ago.

She picked up the TV remote and quickly clicked on the channel news.

She had to wait for it to load but only until she heard loud music that she locked her eyes onto the screen.

A woman suddenly appeared on the screen, “Breaking news, today two victims were found buried alive near the cemetery of Shaker Road, these two bodies were identified to be a man and woman who, by what we discovered to be named by Max Smith and Rose Muray. The victim’s bodies were found missing their eyes until another brutal discovery was made. Buried near the bodies their eyes were found neatly wrapped in a blood-red colored box. Inside the box also laid a picture of two adults who were investigated to be the two victim’s-” but a shaky voice interrupted her.

A tall and worried-looking man soon appeared on the screen, deciding to explain to the audience simply as if in a hurry.

“T-the victim’s eyes were found inside a crimson-colored box also including a photo of possible adultery going on between both of the victims, which possibly caused the murderer to commit the crime while being drawn by revenge. We’ll keep you updated and report back whenever the investigation will lead to clues about the prime suspects.”

As the woman finished speaking Lia smiled in pure disbelief.

“Wow, who knew that some whores getting their eyeballs plucked would leave so many people in tears.” she laughed sarcastically.

***

Aristia strolled through the emperor’s garden. She had missed the times her and Ruve, her ex fiancé, would stroll with each other up the path, she missed the times when the back of his hand would accidently stroke hers, the warmth that she could never get enough of. The one thing she had ever wanted in life was him. Except her feelings were never mutual.

But that didn’t matter now.

It had already been a week after her father had been executed. The moment she learned about his trial she immediately rushed to see the emperor, but it had already been too late.

It felt embarrassing to imagine her face. Her eyes twitching with her mouth agape. She wanted to die just thinking about it. After all that she went through only for him. For her other half, yet he could never return that desiring affection.

She still remembered Ruve’s sharp words “Your father has already been executed.” the way he spoke so coldly to her shattered her heart. All that she had ever wanted was to be loved by him, yet here he was, staring at her as if it would be her death next.

She couldn’t move at all. The last few moments of her consciousness went through in the loudest silence. She felt a sharp pain sting her abdomen before she suddenly fell. The last thing her mind could recall is very quiet, echoing laughter reflecting around the room. Feeling tears streaming down her eyes, she looked at Ruve, who was staring down at her with a psychotic look in his eyes. She knew now that there would be no way that she’d ever forgive him. Her father was her supporter this whole time, ‘till the last moment. If only she’d noticed that love and support earlier. Now, her only wish was to turn back time and change her fate. But would that day ever come?

The worst part of the experience was the pain that she had withheld in herself just couldn’t be contained any longer. From being thrown from the empress’ position, to being humiliated by all of high society, to even having her only root of heart’s warmth carry on without her. The worst part was her late realization of her real trauma. For the last few seconds of her consciousness, she had just realized how badly she was ruined. How could she ever regain her happiness when the only source of it that she had ever had was the man standing above her? The one who hurt her the most by twisting, and pulling her love’s strings until they broke.

She knew. She knew that she would never, in her life, forgive this man.

The only action that happened after was absolute darkness.

A few moments later, she awoke with nothing but a depressing pity for herself. She had rested for the next few days until the Foundation Day celebrations were rolling around the corner. Although she wanted to avoid it, she knew she had to face both Jieun and Ruve.

As soon as she arrived there, the tension in the room was different than the past. She still remembered the look the both of them gave her. Ruve stared at her with cold eyes. The cold eyes that she wanted to stop from looking at her. While Jieun stared at her with both resentment and pity.

But she didn’t care. She couldn’t bring herself to care. No matter how many times they would try to humiliate her she wouldn’t care. She still recalled Ruve’s touch, holding her down with his cold hands. Just thinking of it made her shiver.

But now, after bearing the trauma through her mind, she had to return to the imperial palace to complete her work.

As she turned around and began to walk away, she started rethinking her father’s last words towards her. It felt like the acknowledgement that she never was given from anyone. All she wanted was to ask him what those words meant, but it seems like she’d never find out.

Before she could regain her composure a sudden bang struck both her mind and body.

She fell on the floor, absolutely dumbfounded to what just happened, until she heard a sudden voice of a man call out to her.

“Hey! Are you alright?! Damn, look I’m really sorry I’ll call the palace doctor right away!!”

As she looked up to discover the unfamiliar figure she had to take time to adjust to the blinding light shining down on them. As soon as she could finally see she quickly noticed the man’s visible features. He had spiky crimson hair, with sky blue eyes beaming down on her.

She suddenly spotted his thick clothing which appeared to be a knights uniform judging by the sword and fabric choice in the clothing.

It took her a second to register who this familiar looking man was.

Carsein De Rass, the genius of the sword, the top swordsman in the country who won many prizes due to his amazing accomplishments in wielding the sword in this country. Except, why was he heading to the imperial palace?

Knights usually stayed outside of the palace grounds unless an emergency happened which required them to see the emperor.

He quickly offered her his hand but she shook her head, not wanting to disarrange his plans. He looked at her with a confused look, he seemed to expect her to take his hand but didn’t say anything about it.

“Hey, if you want of course, I can walk you to your destination. It’s the least I could do.” he said while scratching his neck, visibly flustered.

Aristia shook her head, “It’s alright, I can walk myself. You should hurry if you’re here to see his majesty.”

He took another look at her, noticing her eyes which showed him something unusual. Slightly furrowing his eyebrows he stared at them again, trying to confirm what he was seeing. 'Those beautiful eyes, why do they have such a depressing shadow?’ he thought to himself.

He felt a painful aura coming from her, as if she was holding in something big. The way her eyes would lazily stare at him in a tired manner, it looked like she would pass out any minute.

“Look, you really don’t look good. I’ll take you back, trust me I’m not in a rush at all.” but as soon as he reached out to grab her hand she suddenly flinched, falling to the ground, and staring at him with mortified eyes.

He was shocked by this action, but he knew something must’ve happened to cause her to act like this towards him.

“Hey, it’s alright. I promise I won’t hurt you, please just come with me. You really don’t look well, please?” He reassured her, and it did seem to work.

As they walked together the tension between them finally settled down causing Tia to become more comfortable with him.

-time skip-

After he dropped her off he decided to stop by to ask to discuss with the emperor about her.

As he was about to knock on the large door he suddenly heard something.

“How do you know if that cold woman will stay in her place? You killed her father for god’s sake! We should get rid of her soon, or else who knows what she’ll do?!” a man’s loud voice rang all the way behind the door.

Suddenly, another man’s voice answered in a calm but mocking voice, “It’s alright. She knows her place, ha. She actually thought the spot of empress was hers to begin with? Would you like me to inform you how she acts when she’s forced in bed? Haha, a complete whore. Not caring that I have a wife, she actually thought I loved her. In fact, have you seen her? Those 'golden eyes that shine pure gold’ and her 'shining white hair that looks as if made from silk?’ please. I don’t know what all these men see in her.”

Carsein’s eyes widened at his words, all those traits compared to those of that woman. He had thought heard of her, but now he knew. This was Aristia La Monique. He leaned back from the door then left, so many questions that were waiting for answers, yet would he ever get those answers?