#non mc

You had put your hair in a half up with braids running along the sides that led to a small bun. Your makeup was simple so as not to look too garish with your outfit, and a set of black heels to include the illusion your dress presented.

Sylus wore an outfit that perfectly matched yours. His red blazer that bled into black. Dahiia flowers embroidered in gold silk patterned on it. A darker red shirt underneath with a black pocket kerchief. His black pants were creased, brand new, and you remember Sylus practicing his kicks to make sure he could fight in them.

Perfection. Was all you thought when you saw him.

Now here you were, leading up to the end of your time together. You would be strong, ready to drop it all for his happiness. Would it take a look? A discussion for him to recognize MC?

You leaned into him. "Sylus."

"Yes, kitt'n?" He moved his arm to around your waist, pulling you in as close as possible.

You laid your head against his chest, taking a moment to listen to his heartbeat. "Thank you." You look up at him. Placing one hand on his leg and the other on the hand that was around your waist.

He hummed. "You'll need to be specific sweetie."

"My life before all of this was...depressing." You entangle your fingers with his. "I didn't have anything really. My family is far away and the people around me never really cared for me." You speak, of course, of your life before the game. How you were constantly taken advantage of. Family far away and friends abandoning you at the drop of a hat.

"And then I met you." You close your eyes as you remember meeting him in the game. "I know it was messy. But it snapped me out of it all. Made me realize that I was worth something, that I could find someone that made me feel..." You open your eyes and look at him. His eyes wide, soft. You raise a hand to hold his cheek. "Thank you, for helping me."

Sylus is silent. Lips pressed in a thin line as he just stares at you. Something sitting wrong about your whole speech. He grabs the hand on his cheek, rubbing against it before turning and kissing your palm. He looks at your hands, compares them to his own. Yours are small, soft, delicate. He could tell they were inexperienced in combat--no matter how much you tried to say otherwise.

He looked back at your face and admired every spec of it. The patience you took to get your hair and makeup just right for him. He kissed your forehead.

"The night is still young Y/N. Don't get emotional on me just yet."

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You've seen gala's before. In movies, books, and games at least. As a little girl, you imagined yourself as a princess. Surrounded by beauty, adorned in luxury, all eyes on you as you danced with your prince charming.

For it to be mostly true delighted you. The ballroom was large, beautiful, unimaginable. The eyes that watched you, instead of being filled with admiration and envy, were filled with jealousy and danger. Your face stayed neutral, but your hand on Sylus' arm tightened slightly when you felt their glares.

"Remember," he leans down to whisper in your ear, "you are my date. I wouldn't just bring any kind of woman."

You scoff, "I'm pretty sure there are very few women in the world that could actually deal with you."

He gasps, as if offended, but doesn't say anymore as the two of you continue inside. Some people came and greeted Sylus, in which he introduced you as his date. Your backstory was an investor, coming in search of rare finds. Something Sylus specialized and enjoyed himself. People attempted to find holes in your story, as Sylus was never one to show up personally for these things.

"If you expect me to enter these places without a proper escort," you tried to sound as intimidating as possible, "then you must take me for an absolute idiot."

Some people fell for it...the others backed off when they noticed Sylus throwing his own deadly glares. After almost an hour, everyone finally left the two of you alone. You had to remind yourself to look refined as you ate and drank. You stumbled with it, and Sylus took every opportunity to tease you about it. You responded by kicking him under the table.

When music started playing, he invited you to dance. He practically carried you the entire time, but you laughed through every turn, spin, swing. Every flare of the crescendo brought you closer to him, and by the end of it you felt breathless.

After the song you excused yourself to the restroom. Needing a slight break from the noise and to freshen up. While washing your hands a waitress came in. She looked at you, before locking the door behind you.

Panic rose in your throat, reaching for your clutch that hid the gun Sylus loaned to you. She walked towards you quickly, and you prepared yourself to fight.

"Y/N!" the waitress, who you realized now was M/C, practically shouted as she gave you a tight hug.

Your heart leaped, you dropped your clutch. Hesitating for just a moment before returning the hug back. She was filled with warmth, but everything just felt cold.

She finally pulled away, "I'm so happy you're okay. You have no idea how worried everyone was." Her face is nothing but truth. She looks you over. "You look amazing! When you said you had someone backing you, you really meant it. Who is he?"

You open your mouth, wanting to speak. Nothing comes out. You chew on your bottom lip, trying to work it all up and force it out.

"It must be a real secret." MC interrupts your thoughts. "Here, I need to give you this." She hands you a ring with a simple stone, grabbing your right hand and slipping it on your middle finger. It readjusts itself to fit perfectly on you.

"The stone is actually a button." MC explains. "They should be starting the auction soon. We know the protocores are here, we just don't know where. When you find them, press the stone and it will give us your location." She looks to you, and you nod in acknowledgement. "Don't fight alone. Me and everyone else are here for you."

She gives you one last hug before unlocking the bathroom and running out. You lose the strength in your legs, catching yourself on the bathroom sink before falling onto your knees.

She's here.

She's here.

You have to do it.

Do you though?

The story can't continue unless you bring them together!

"Why?" It comes out in a whimper. "Why can't it just be me."

Your hands are in tight fists, knuckles white, nails digging into your skin. You bite down harder on your lip, trying to stop the tears. You still have a job to do.

You pull yourself up using the sink. You don't dare to look at yourself in the mirror. You stand up straight, straighten your dress, and walk out. But when you open the door...Sylus is there, leaning on the opposite wall.

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It was first to five, and you lost the last three.

You just stare at the cards as Sylus places the ears on your head. That handsome, shit eating grin spread across his face.

"The cards aren't going to change just because you're glaring at them kitten." Sylus said.

You looked up at him. "You hustled me."

He breathed out a laugh. "Now you catch on."

You scoff. "Such a low blow for an infamous mob boss."

"A wish was on the line." He leans against the table, resting his head against his hand. He laughs a little louder when you pout. "Such an adorably kitty."

You tear the earband of your head and toss it on the table. You push out from your chair and storm over to the floor to ceiling windows. What did I just get myself into? You had thought about using your wish to get Sylus to take MC instead of you tomorrow. She was a better fighter, she could have his back much better than you tomorrow.

"What now?" You mutter, leaning your head against the window.

"Now," Sylus whispers behind you, "you owe me a wish."

You spin around, surprised at how quietly he moved. You end up running into his chest, he wraps his arms around you to hold you there. Your breath was caught in your throat. You lifted your hands to push him away, but they just stayed there. Your strength refused to rise as you were once again surrounded by his warmth and smell.

"So," you speak into his chest, "what's your wish?"

You feel his hand move slowly up your back, brushing your arm then holding your face. He shifts your face so you're looking straight up at him.

His face breaks your heart. The sweetness and adoration dripping from it. You bite your bottom lip, trying to hold back the tears. A look you wanted so much to be for you, but you were just a place holder. His face became concerned.

"What are you so afraid of Y/N?"

You closed your eyes, wanting nothing more then to tell him everything. This was a game. You weren't the one he was supposed to be with. You were just a background character. Someone who slipped in just to get a glimpse of him. Just for a chance...

"What's your wish?" You repeat, opening your eyes and plastering on a smile.

He just stares, trying to read everything you hold back behind your eyes--your tears. He rubs your cheek with his thumb, and you rub your face against his touch. He leans down, placing a kiss so light you weren't sure if it was real. He rests his head on top of yours.

"I'll tell you when I need it." He says.

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You found a way to send all of the information to the Association. All that was left was to try and come up with a plan to make sure Sylus and MC met.

It was hard to figure out how when Sylus wouldn't really tell you the plan.

Everything with the story has already changed so much, you weren't sure how much of your own memory was reliable. And it's not like they showed you the whole scene. Just when MC and Sylus went to the auction area. For now, you just planned on saying MC's lines when you went down there with him.

You were as prepared as you could be.

Until Sylus came to you with your dress. A beautiful red laced floor-length halter dress, back open and low. It bled black as it got closer to the hem. When you looked closer at the pattern in the silk, you saw dahlias with gold thread outlines.

Wearing it made you feel powerful, important...beautiful. Your breath stuttered when you saw yourself in the mirror. Tears prickled your eyes, struggling to recognize yourself.

Sylus came up behind you, "One more thing."

You see a large jewelry box in his hands through the mirror, and you turn around. He opens it and shows you a tear drop necklace. Two jewels swirled together, red and black.

You knew what this meant. You would be an idiot not to recognize the message he was trying to send you.

You turned around, holding your hair to the side to invite him to put it on. You watched him through the mirror as he moved smoothly. Placing the necklace high on you, then the earrings.

Then, he met your eyes in the mirror. Sylus looked as if he was ready to hand the whole world to you.

His hands rested on your shoulders, then they moved up and down your arms.

"Beautiful," he breathed, still not looking away from you.

Pink began to spread on your ears. "Thank you."

He stood there, just staring at you, before he finally excused himself so he could get ready.

It was your turn to just stand an stare. Feeling his phantom touch that still lingered on your arms. You closed your eyes, taking a deep breath, savoring the moment. You moved over to wear your make-up laid and pulled one of the drawers open. There was a notepad.

You wrote something, tearing the paper and crumpling it.

You wrote something else, but tore and threw that aside.

You repeated this process three more times.

Your last note you tore from the pad, folded it neatly and placed it in the clutch that came with the dress.

Then moved along to wear your new mask, preparing yourself for the night.

Part 9

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He was finishing talking with the tailor, walking the two out while you held the tablet with the resorts lunch delivery up. All of the words started to blend together as the images of him up close continue to run through your mind.

"Anything look good?" Sylus asks, right next to your ear. You stiffen when you realize he is sitting close to you. His arm swung behind you on the couch, leg pushed up against yours, leaning in your space is he looks at the menu.

You can smell his cologne, smoky and strong. Wild, yet rich. So like him. You wanted to wrap yourself with this smell.

"You're enjoy yourself too much." He whispers. You realize your eyes were closed. Leaning into him, taking slow deep breaths. His face was so close to yours that your noses brushed against each other.

You saw his eyes drop to your lips, just for a moment. You freeze, to scared to close what little gap there was left. His eyes tempted you to come closer. And when you didn't, he moved away.

You forcibly turn your head back to the tablet. Randomly clicking on a couple of foods before placing it in his lap. You excuse yourself to use the bathroom, needing some kind of space between the two of you.

You lock the bathroom door and splash water on your face. Pinching your cheeks to make sure what just happened actually happened.

What was that?! You think to yourself. Looking at yourself in the mirror. Was he...was he about to kiss me?

You fight with yourself. No, no. I can't think like this. You feel yourself lose focus, purpose. You needed to convince him to let you get back to work, then some how get MC to the auction so they could meet and you could leave.

The longer you stayed with him, the more your heart would just shatter after all of it. You glare at yourself in the mirror.

"You're not her," you say out loud, "You're not his soulmate. You are just supposed to be in the background." You jab a finger at your reflection. "Get them together. Get him the happiness he deserves."

You slap your cheeks a couple of times. Literally slapping some sense into yourself. Before splashing water on your face one more time to cool your redden cheeks. You straighten yourself back up and head back out to the living room.

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Lunch was quiet as you built up the courage to demand to work. And when you did he didn't seem surprised. In fact, he passes you his phone, showing you everything you needed.

"The information you found was enough to show me what to look for." He said. "There's a gala tomorrow night, which includes an underground auction. I've already secured invites for us, all that's left is to cause some trouble."

A smirk appears on his face at that. You look over the details carefully. Trying to memorize every last word in hopes of sending the information to the Hunter's Association later. You were sure they would bring in MC.

You put his phone down once you are satisfied to see him shuffling some cards. You raise an eyebrow...then see the packaging.

"Kitty Cards?" You laugh, finding it a little ridiculous how a mob boss is shuffling cards with adorable kittens on them.

"I hear it's all the rage now." The corner of his lip quirks up as he finishes setting up the board and passing out the cards. You find yourself excited, holding the cards in your hands. Each kitten was so adorably detailed you couldn't help but admire them.

You caved and played. It was fun, a way to distract yourself from the imminent finality of this time.

You won the first couple of rounds because...well...of course you did. You spent so much time grinding and finding the tricks to get all of the achievements, you knew every trick in the book.

"Look who's the kitten now." You proclaimed, placing the kitten ears on Sylus' head after your third win.

"Hardy har," Sylus says, collecting all of the cards and reshuffling them. "I was just warming up sweetheart. You'll be ready to pay on this next round."

"I doubt that." You really want a picture of him like this, but you hold it in.

He stops shuffling. "How about a bet then?"

You raise an eyebrow. "You really want to bet after the horrible loss you just suffered?"

"I was just getting warmed up." He looks you in the eye, full of confidence even after you wiped the floor with him.

You shrug. "Fine. What are we betting?" You reach over and take the deck from his hands. If you were going to bet, there was no way he would be the one dealing.

"We'll keep it simple." He looked at his cards as you passed them out. "Loser has to fulfill a wish for the winner."

You placed the deck to the side. You looked at your cards, not at all hiding the smirk as you see an immediate winning hand.

"Deal." You cave, and begin your hopeful plan.

Part 8

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'But i was wrong, so fucking wrong. even if i could ignore the technology here. This city, the people, even the sun feeling like a cheap imitation of it," you try to stop yourself from crying but its too hard "I cant even lie to myself if i tired."

Sylus wraps his arm around you, rubbing your back comfortingly as you sob frustrated, hopeless and tired. The sun is halfway gone beneath the ocean coloring the sky into ombre of pink and orange.

"It makes sound me like a hypocrite. I always rant how cooler and better this universe is. Theres no evols, no crystal creatues, no inter-dimensional space travel there, only my bitter [family/ex/bully] but theres also other things. My childhood, my culture. Everything that makes me me is there the good the bad, the ugly. No amount of words can how I can describe it, you cant get it, understand what i truly feel."

You fidget with the sleeves feeling restless that you want to do somthing. "Even if my universe feel like worser version to this universe in some areas. I still want to go back, to love and cherish it despite its flaws, show the people who put me down that they fail and to people I love im here for them. I think Im going to do it."

"Do you understand what would happen if you use ur evol, angel?"

'That ill die?" the sun fully disapper letting the moon and stars shine. involutnerailry you r hand gently place at the nape of ur neck, just right between your index and middle finger if you press a little harder. you can feel the corner of the hard metal box. An evol dampener, the only thing preventing your death, if you accidently use your evol. The only saving grace of your self-destructive evol is that its your only ticket to go home.

"Yes i do." you shuffle in his embrace to look at the stars. You like to pretend that one of those stars are your world, that you dont have to your wretched evol. The weeks of hiding this festering loneliness had drained everything, leaving the mental exhaustion to cling your eyes. A tired chuckle leaves you as you say the words that has been on your mind for sometime.

"you know you always call me an angel because how we met," you smile that the funny memory how you fought with Sylus thinking hes a suck-up cosplayer thanks to the effect of your evol, you couldnt tell that you teleport to the lads universe. "But somtimes i like to think youre one. An angel, like in my world angel r depictef as scary and terrifying to ward the evil. So maybe you're like m-"

Sleep pulls you under.

Sylus POV:'My angel?' 'Mine?' He could only selfishly hope its the latter.

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"Y/N!" She says, a smile on her face as she helps you up. "I'm so glad I found you."

Your heart feels like it stopped. What was MC doing here? Why was she here? She looked so beautiful, so immaculate. You couldn't find your voice at all.

"I really have to thank you for all you've done." Her smile feels blinding. You look at her confused.

Before Sylus comes up behind her, placing a hand around her waist. You can't look him in the eye as you watch his fingers splay against her side. MC pushes herself into his side.

"You did so well to bring us together," MC says. You want there to be malice in her voice...but it's all just the truth. "I don't think I could be any happier."

You feel yourself falling apart. Wanting just a little more time with him. One more day, minute...second. You reach a hand out, but then he talks.

"Come kitten." Sylus says, turning her around and leading the two of them to the exit.

"Wait!" You yell, finally fully extending your hand to grab him. You can't reach. You run.

And run.

And run.

But they're always too far, just out of reach.

And you fall. So very, very far...

You almost jump out of the bed as you wake up. Cold sweat on your forehead, arm stretched out like in your dream. You gasp for air, panic leaving your chest as you realize it wasn't real. It wasn't true

"Yet." You think to yourself.

You rub the tears from your eyes. Trying to shake the dream from your head. Until you feel something shift at your side. You look over. There's Sylus, asleep on his side, arm draped on your waist.

"Kitt'n?" His voice is groggy, not fully conscious. While you are flabbergasted. Trying to figure out what he was doing next to you. Flashes of last night come back to you slowly. How you touched him, cried into his shoulder, asked him not to leave you as he helped you into bed.

"Lay back down." He murmurs, pulling you back down. And you let him. You let him pull you against his chest, bringing the blanket up to cover you.

He rubs soothing circles into your back. You lean your forehead against his chest, listening to his heartbeat, the breathing you remember so clearly.

"I had a nightmare." You say. He hums, nuzzling the top of your head.

"That's not allowed right now." He says. You can't help but laugh.

"And what will you do about it?" You tease.

You felt a smile form on his face. "Then I suppose I'll have to destroy whatever is causing it."

"Even if it's you?" You didn't say. You lay an arm around him, clutching at the robe he still wore, and closed your eyes to fall back asleep.

Sylus waited for a moment, softly stroking your hair as he listened to your own breathing. Once he determined you had fallen asleep he placed a light kiss at the top of your head.

"Don't worry Y/N," he whispered, "I'll make sure you have nothing but sweet dreams from now on."

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You wake up to breakfast in bed. Waffles, eggs, fruit, iced coffee. You ate every last bite.

"You truly are a chipmunk." Sylus teases, wiping stray crumbs from your left cheek. "I think I'm starting to understand what food to feed you."

You rolled your eyes. "And what would that be?"

His lip curled upwards, "Well obviously, ones you can stuff into your cheeks."

You held back a laugh, deciding to instead change the conversation. "So what happened to the tailor? One was supposed to come yesterday right?"

He nodded, sitting in a lounge chair next to the bed while drinking his espresso. "Since someone was a little too inebriated for guests, they'll be here shortly. You'll need to get dressed."

Sylus had already gotten dressed. Wearing a gray long sleeve and black torn pants. The same outfit he wore from the card where you helped to measure a new suit for him. The event that occured before the auction. You moved the tray away, grabbed some clothes from your suitcase, and went to the bathroom to get ready.

The head tailor was very kind to you, his female assistant...not so much. You could tell that she was much more interested in Sylus than you. She would position herself in such a particular way that it would show off some part of her. She would measure you loosely, only to compare it to her own measurements.

Sylus didn't seem to pay any attention to her. Instead, talking with the head tailor and looking through a book of designs. The comments were starting to irritate you.

"Could you please focus." You finally said as the measuring tape rested at an angle on your waist, making it seem larger than it actually was.

The assistant sucked her teeth at you. Mumbling something you couldn't quite hear, but you assumed was some kind of insult. Then, suddenly, you saw her whole body freeze.

"Move." Sylus demanded, glaring down at the assistant, red eyes dark and dangerous. The assistant shrunk herself down, handing him the measuring tape and standing next to the door.

Sylus took over measuring you. Stating it out loud for the head tailor to write down. His hands moving swiftly and softly against you. You felt a light blush appear on your cheeks. When he was done he kept a hand on your shoulder. It was warm, and comforting.

"It's your turn to help me kitt'n." He leaned down, whispering into your ear. It was hard to stop the chill that ran up your spine. He placed the measuring tape into your hands.

"W-why me?" You try and cover your ears as you felt them turn red. Sylus cocked an eyebrow at you.

"Who else?" He looked over at the assistant from the corner of his eye. "Unless you want someone else's hands all over me."

You press your lips into a line. Not wanting to admit that the thought of her touching him made you made...but also nervous about being the one in charge of measuring him.

Sylus grabs your chin, raising your face to look at his. His playful face giving you a "what will it be" look. You clutch the tape, then nod in embarrassment. He lets you go, and you got to work.

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Part 7

Sorry for the wait. Currently on vacation and writing this on my phone so the template is a lil different. Was inspired and couldn't wait!

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