Kinda short for my tastes but I want to start writing for other characters so uwu

Word Count: 1598

THIRD PERSON POV

The feeling of loneliness seeped inside of Akira, his soul seemingly weighing down from the growing feeling. 

Inside the attic of LeBlanc's cafe, Kurusu sat down on his worn-out bed and tried to figure out what went wrong. The bright glow of his phone strained tired gray eyes, but that was the least of his worries.

He checked his phone, hoping, praying that this was all a misunderstanding. That his phone would light up and buzz with (Y/N)'s name, that she would simply say yes. That she was lying before.

She just thought he was joking right? That's the only explanation he could think of. He gripped his hair, his breathing suddenly heavy. Why was it hard to breath? Akira grew hot and flustered, gritting his teeth in frustration. This was all just some stupid game she had thought up of. 

He groaned, a smile growing on his face as he felt a small yet tightness coming from his lower region. Just the thought of her filled him with euphoria; and now, he was starting to hate it. But the feeling was slowly becoming that of second nature to him. Every thought was consumed by (Y/N). Her plump lips, her sparkling (E/C) eyes, her silky smooth hair, her radiant personality, her gorgeous magical girl outfit that he wished to-

Kurusu gripped his messy hair in frustration, gritting his teeth as his arousal continued to spread throughout his body. He found his hands moving down his body and pulling off his pants and underwear. But he didn't care, and continued on, holding back his moans.

As his thoughts drifted on and on, Akira's ideas grew more and more, darker and darker. If she was just testing him, then he'd give her an answer she'd never forget.

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Akira: meet me by the train station. You know the one I'm talking about.

Akira: At 8 tonight. Don't be late.

Squinting at the blinding light, exhaustion seeped into her being. (Y/N) stared at her buzzing phone and groaned, confused. It was nearly one in the morning, yet he had decided to text her for some reason. But why so late at night, she had no idea. She rubbed her eyes open and started typing a reply.

(Y/N): Is everything ok?

(Y/N): Akira?

No response. A few minutes passed, and he still hadn't read her message. She sighed once more, put on a fresh pair of clothes, and sneaked out of her house. The train didn't take long to arrive to the specified location. She checked her phone once more before walking in; seven fifty eight. Perfect timing.

The doors were already open. A worried look crossed her face once she noticed the broken hinges. The damage was obvious the further she walked in. Each work of art created on the colorful windows was shattered, no cohesive design left. Only broken and jagged bits of glass remained on the dark flooring.

It was only a matter of time before she entered the main room. Holding her hand out, a dull pink glow shimmering in the darkness while a thin blade unveiled itself and slowly emerged from her hand.

Someone laughed.

"You might want to be careful, there's a witch that's about to hatch nearby." The voice had a lurking undertone. (Y/N) summoned her magical girl attire in response. 

The lights flickered once, twice, before fully switching on to reveal red and black clothing holding a small bird cage shaped object in between his pointer finger and thumb. (Y/N) choked back her surprise as she saw his soul gem; tainted.

"Akira? W-why did you," she fumbled over her words, "how did your gem-"

He cut her off, tapping his chin with his pointer finger, the other hand currently occupied with holding his small and fragile soul gem. "Don't worry, I know all about it. If a magical person gains too much despair in their lives, their soul gem breaks and they become a witch right?" The words were heartfelt, unfiltered.

(Y/N) was too stunned to give a proper response, answering in silence. He smirked at her surprised features. "Figures you knew the secret too. I'm guessing Kyubey told you, right? Kind of surprised they would tell me that info right off the bat but not you." Akira sounded pleased with himself, his smug tone only following along with his snarky grin.

While Akira was monologuing, the red soul gem began to glow a dim light. Multiple scythes had surrounded the two of them, leaving any room to move around freely practically gone. Their metal tips pointed themselves into (Y/N)’s back, forcing her forward. Droplets of blood pierced through her skin and fell down like a gentle stream.

The two were close, their noses only inches away from each other. (Y/N) could feel his hot and heavy breathing only grow more erratic as she came closer to him. His arms wrapped around her frail form tight.

He eventually pulled back, dull and short black locks swaying in the nighttime breeze as they covered his eyes, which were gleaming at her horrified confusion.

(Y/N) shivered in her place, unable to move from Akira's terrifyingly strong grip. Throughout the entire so called hug, the lightest hue of crimson was growing on her cheeks. Where had all of her strength gone? Why didn't she have the will to fight back?

As he tried to comfort her, Akira placed one hand on her head and began caressing it gently. (Y/N) leaned into his touch and encouraged him, nuzzling his face into the crook of her neck. She didn't know why she did.

For a moment, he smiled. It was a sad laugh to himself. How funny was this? Here he was, with the love of his life, and yet he was holding her captive like a prisoner. A prisoner like her deserved better than him. She deserved to be free. His grip on her grew tighter.

But why couldn't he let her go?

"You have no idea how much it hurt me when you said no." Akira started, fingernails gripping into her back as his fists grew red from the pressure. He ignored (Y/N)'s small whimpers. "It made me think; was I really not good enough for you? What was wrong? Why wouldn't you just say yes?"

Tighter still. She begged him to stop, but he didn't listen.

"I laughed at it, you know? The whole idea of my love for you. It's so stupid, I barely know you. And yet…" He paused, only briefly. "You're the only one I think about. You're my whole world. Everything I do now is for you. Everything I think about is you. It's all for you. And yet there's just one thing I don't understand. Why didn't you just love me back?"

A sickening crack and twist was heard. It echoed through the halls, making her scream in pain. Her (S/C) limp arm laid by her right side, crimson red leaking down the bruised skin.

The injury was invisible to his eyes yet music to his ears. His expression morphed dramatically into an ingratiating smile, sending shivers down her spine. His tone was low, his grip only growing stronger as his words grew darker. "You understand me, don't you? My dear?"

A chuckle resonates from his chest as she nodded with a terrified pace. “I’m glad.”

She swallowed down her fears with a single gulp. There was a crack in her voice, in her will with the shake of her head. "Why are you happy?" Akira’s voice lowered as he saw her dawning horror, his hand softening around her waist, leaving her hand now throbbing with the erratic beat of her heart. “Because you’ll now know why I have to do this.”

With a swift grab, Akira had swiped the pink and gold ring right off her swaying finger and threw it off to the side, causing the piece of jewelry to transform back into her soul gem and her magical girl clothing to disperse. She didn't even get a chance to scream.

The effect was immediate.

Watching her eyes dull into a darkened shade of (E/C) and her body ragdoll into his arms like a corpse, Akira held her legs and back like someone would their bride. Despite knowing she was still alive, much instead in an inert state, he couldn’t help but feel some sort of ease knowing there was no way she could possibly gain back her will to live, her very own soul.

“You’re mine, heart, soul and all.”

A crack formed on the glass walls of his cage holding his spirit. He held her cold body closer, tighter.

“And I’m never letting go.”

The world around the two was warping. His soul gem was growing a darker and darker shade of black.

“After all…” Akira spoke, a sinister sneer forming at the edges of his lips, “my wish was for you to be mine~”

By his last word, the soul gem had fully transformed. A new grief seed was born that day.

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Baliostro: The witch of fixation, with a nature of grief.

A lonely witch who tends to stay inside of their labyrinth. In the middle of their chest is a giant birdcage, which is said to hold the thing most important to him. Any who dare to try and touch their treasure would receive a fate worse than death. 

"Hey, did you hear the rumors?"

"About what?"

"The magical girl killer, the witch of Shibuya."