(ShuxReader): One's True Melody
You were sittting on one of the rooms various stools, your fingers touching the piano keys mercilessly as the tempo kept going on in a beautiful symphony. This was how you spent your free time, sitting here alone in the room dwindling with your own problems. This to yourself was the only way to cure the feeling of loneliness, playing the songs your deceased mother taught when you where young. You seemed to cry everyday from the bullying and the teasing that you couldn't take it anymore, so you decided to do other things to yourself in the empty teaching room to. It was the only way to relieve the pain, the anger, and sadness. No one seemed to care in the first place, and you thought, 'Why should I care about myself when no one else does?' You thought of yourself as being naive and a repulsion to society, and you seemed to always agree with the horrible things people said to you. It was as if you were bullet proof with your emotions, and your sanity so compact no one could seem to break it, but that's what everyone else thought. They thought they had done nothing, continued doing their works of torture no matter what you did. The teachers and parents always said,
'Well, if you don't react to what their saying they'll eventually stop." They were wrong though, all those bastard teachers were lying out their ass. They didn't know a thing that they were talking about, no matter what you did those students still picked and prodded at your poor soul. Everything was a lie, this world, this society, this 'Everything'. Nothing was ever on your side, nothing ever stood by you, no one ever took a glimpse of reality to even think of helping you through rough times. You were this worlds play toy, and no matter what you did to change the fact, nothing ever got better. You decided to completely get rid of your emotions, subdue to everyones madness, and you thought that maybe...just maybe this hell will end. that's what you expected, but you never knew that things would get worse then it already was.
Getting up out of the music room stool you pushed the chair in under the piano, and walked towards the dusty doors. As you slid the wooden frames open dust flew everywhere, and made you cough with the sudden inhalement of pure dirt. That was one thing you hated about this room, so filthy and uncleaned that you didn't even want to be there, but had no choice but to spend time frequently here since you weren't invited anywhere else. The hallway towards the room was also filthy, because no one seemed to use this path anyway. It was quite troublesome, and you couldn't help but ignore your surroundings more then you should. You were already so fulnerable and you didn't need anymore trouble then you already had.
Walking into the girls bathroom on the second floor, (Yes, the music room is on the 3rd floor.) and walked into the first stall on the right. It was silent and had an obscure aura, and the feeling of danger seemed to fill your body with fear. You were tempted to walk out, to go to a different bathroom, but you were already in the middle of going in the first place. You strained yourself, hurrying you ran out of the stall and quickly washed your hands. You seemed to look up at the cracked mirror, and were startled by two green glowing eyes. They were like a snakes, seductive and sinister, almost as if they were glaring and the host was getting ready to unleash an attack. All you could do was stand there with your (E/C) eyes watering in fear, paralyzed from the neck down with the terifying feeling of being killed. It was like this, 'If a great white shark is swimming around you, don't make sudden movements, or you'll be dead in seconds, your body mangled and ripped to shreds in a blink of an eye.'
You tried to ignore the presence, you quickly got soup on your hands, rubbed it together, and washed the trace of anything off you palms. It was like you were drowned with the fear of being murdered, and you were sweating so much it felt as if you were admitting a river from your body. You tried to open the door, but your wrist was grabbed tightly, and your body was pushed up against the sink railing with brute force. The wind was knocked out of you, and your heart seemed to be pounding in your throat. Why was this man doing this to a girl that was completely defenseless, and by no doubt wouldn't hurt a fly?
"Well look at you." The sinister man purred, dragging his slim hand up your neck. "I've heard rumors about you, and i couldn't help to see if they were true or not. From seeing you now though, you really don't look like a whore to me." He took the bow of your uniform and dragged the lacey fabric down his hands, twirling the ribbon in between his fingers. He seemed to have a smile of delight from the situation, and loved the sudden adrenaline it gave him. Why was this pervert so intimidating and Tantalizing ?
"Now now, don't spoil my fun." The man paused, "I didn't come all the way out here to see you without pay? Are you really that inconsiderate of a girl?" You turned away from his gaze, frightened by his words 'pay' and 'inconsiderate'. How did he have any right to say something like this to you, and no doubt violate you alone in a school bathroom.
"I didn't want you to be here, or even be near me." You snarled, "and of course i won't pay for something i didn't want, unlike the girls that kiss up to perverts like you." Glaring into his eyes, you pushed the chuckling man away from you and headed out the bathroom door. You were startled with his appearance, and you desperatly tryed to push the situation out of your mind, but you just couldn't. You were never treated like that by a guy, especailly 'that' good-looking of a guy. All the students called you ugly and if you were lucky normal. Your family just pushed it off and called them jealous, but you couldn't help but look in the mirror and call yourself that in the first place. It was utterly pointless to try and be pretty and beautiful right? It's not like anyone would care in the first place, and what's the point in going through so much trouble when nothing benefits anything?
Pushing the hair out of your eyes, you continued to speed walk back to the music room, and quickly slam open the doors and lock them behind you. You were safe, and you tried to tell yourself that, but you knew that nothing in the enviroment has changed. You were still a pig awaiting to be slaughtered and gutted, and there was no way in saving a helpless livestock like the repulsion you were.
You turned around to face a man you have never seen before, and you were startled by his beautiful appearance. His hair was a glossy blonde with white tips, and his pale skin so luscious and untouched by a fly. He to you was like a god, and you couldn't help but stare at his amazing structure. You walked you slimming legs over to the couch were he resided, and stared down at the totally defenseless man. He had earphones in, and by telling from his facial expression he had not heard you because of the music blasting in his ears.
You touched his head and ran your silky fingers through his soft hair, and you were completely traumatized by the sheer beauty of the color. You've never seen it before, and you thought to take in the sight for remembrance. You soon were paralyzed once his hand hit yours, and you stopped the moving motion your hand was comitting. You thought to yourself about what you should do, but your body could only stand there still in fear.
"What are you doing rubbing my head out of no where?" He asked, his voice full of annoyance, and drowsiness. "I don't even know you, and your being a creeper and staring at me while i sleep." The man seemed to chuckle at your defense that seemed to be never there, and you could only rip your hand away from his.
"I-I wasn't doing anything!" You paused, having blush cover your pale cheeks. "I just was admiring your hair-" The man seemed to open one of his crystal blue eyes, and stare at you with what seemed like a glare of hunger. His intimidating presense seemed to horrify you to the core, but at one moment you cared to notice he might actually be nice.
"Oh, so you were admiring my hair?" He grinned, sitting up on the couch and laying his elbows on his knees. "I would still call that being a creeper, but i really don't mind since your at least pretty." A smile had been dropped onto his face, and it seemed to you that it was weird for a man with that kind of a personality to smile. Before you knew it, he was ontop of your slender body, pinning you down to the floor.
"I say-" He had a glimpse of excitement, pulling on the blouse of your uniform. "You need to be punished for being a bad girl, don't you think?" After those words were said piles of blush covered your face, and you could only lay under his firm body, tears threatening to escape your eyes.
"W-What do you mean punishment? What are you going to do to me?" You were out of breath from the impact of the floor, and your tears seemed to crack your voice immensely. You were scared about what answer he would give you, and you were sweating with fear and anxiety.
"Since your such a pervert-" He paused, eyeing your neck viciously, "I'll make sure i'll treat you like one, woman." The man stabbed his fangs into your neck, and caressed your breast under your school uniform. He was violating you and you hated it, but you couldn't help the other side of you that liked it. You were making a fool of yourself infront of a man you just met, you couldn't even look him in the eyes during this situation that was going down.
"P-Please-" You begged, your tears dropping down to the tiled floor. "Please let me go-" He only smiled, dragging his slim fingers up your neck, scraping his nails up your soft skin. He loved it, he liked your expression of dread that floaded your face. To him it was a feeling of ecstacy, a view that blinded him with lust. From the look in his eyes, and the beautiful appearence he held, you knew from first sight he was a vampire.
"You think i'll let you go that easily?" He whispered in your ear, and bit it with his faint voice traveling down. "Your a treasure to vampires, and yet you want me to let you go?" The man seemed to snicker at what he thought was you being a fool, which to you was a normal reaction anyone would give. You were terrified, and you felt like you were prey amongst everything. This situation certainly wasn't helping your current state of mind at all.
"I don't know what your talking about-" The man looked down at you, galring into your eyes with an aura full of disappointment.
"Don't be naive" He snarled, grabbing your collor and lifting your paralyzed body into the air. "All you humans are nothing but imbeciles, learn to be food and just give in." It seemed like time had stopped when his fangs sunk into your neck once again, making your body freeze in not only fear, but in realization that this could be the end of you, finally. Whispering you held onto the hem of his sleeves, crying what seemed like tears of joy, and smiling all the while.
"Thank you-" Was all you managed to say while choking out breaths of pain, and the feeling of your throat giving out didn't help your voice at all. "P-Please, just kill me already-" The man unhooked his fangs from your soft skin, and looked down at you with emotionless eyes, they were so intriguing and they had this glow to them you had yet to find out about.
"Why would you say something so stupid?" He clenched your wrist, staring down at your jumbled emotioned face. You only managed cry silently, and regret even saying such foolish things to him.
"Im sorry-" Tears flooded down your eyes and fell onto the cold tiled floor, leaving droplets of water to stand still like they were frozen to the slick tile. He seemed to look down at you in agony, and his eyes full of pain. No one in your whole life have ever showed such eyes to you, and all you could do was stare. He pulled down your sleeves revealing the gruesome cuts that alined your arms, and shivered at the sheer numbers that seemed to lay there viciously. All he could do was wipe the tears from your eyes, and move your hair to the side, revealing more of your problems with your so 'normal' face. Almost un-noticed dark circles laid under your eyes from lack of sleep, and strangle marks on your neck from what your family called a loving father.
"Who did this to you?" He muttered, rubbing his slender fingers over your neck, almost in the brim of tears.
"My father, he abuses me quite often-" You managed to choke out from the sheer tiredness and bloodloss that filled your body to the rim. You felt empty and alone, you couldn't seem to find anything to fill the hole in your heart, but something was telling you it wasn't that far away. All he did do was rub the side of your face, and caress your cheek with his cold-dead like palm. Why was he feeling for someone he was just making fun of?
"I've heard you playing before-" He said, standing up and guiding his hand towards you. "I wanted to ask if you could play a song with me." You were flustered by his request, and quickly took his hand and got up off the cold floor.
"Why would you want to play with someone like me? I mean i'm not-" He cut you off, covering your mouth with his hand.
"Your beautiful that's why, and your very skilled at playing the piano-" He smiled, "Where did you learn to play like that?" All you could do was sit down, and wait for his appearnace next to you in the piano seat, him brimly smiling quietly, awaiting an answer.
"My mother taught me-" Tears escaping your eyes you managed to say, "She passed away not to long ago." He only looked at you with an expressionless face again, and his hand seemed to land ontop of yours. Why was he treating me so nicely? No one had ever bothered with such attention towards me like this, not even family.
"What song do you want to play?" You looked up at him, trying to form atleast a brim smile that showed emotion and happiness.
"Anything you'd like." With that said, you began playing a song that you didn't even know, but you played as if you did. You've never heard of it, but how did you play the music so well? To you it was amazing, and the slight moment made your heart flutter. Once the music stopped and the song finished, the room was filled with complete silence.
"What's your name?" He uttered, looking down at the keys aimlessly as you were flustered by his sudden question of your name.
"I'm (Y/N)-" He looked up at you once more, a smile conveying his face.
"I'm shu-" He gripped your hand tighter, "Nice to meet you."
'Shu-" You managed to mutter in your head, trailing off deep into your thoughts.
'Why does he sound so familiar? So....blood lusting and adrenaline kicking to me? It was as if i knew him well deep down, like he was important to me...but why do i have no memory?'
Looking up at Shu and smiling once more, you uttered to yourself-
'Well, there must be a reason this happened....I might as well go along with this, and hope for the best right?"