Not So Different |Aren Kuboyasu x Reader|

It was a cold January night and there was freshly fallen snow everywhere. It was late into the night and no one stirred except for maybe a couple of cars driving by. The location was at a playground, about 7 years ago.

"What made ya think it was a good idea to steal from me you dirty little bastard." A highschool thug spat as he stomped on a frail boy.

The little boy was now curled up in a ball on the dirty ground and snow. The snow around him was stained with a bit of red. The little boy was only 8 years old and was forced to live out in the streets, either begging or stealing. He had however messed with the wrong guy this time.

"Tch, just kill the brat already Yamagu." The teen's friend suggested.

"Heh. Good idea Kenichi. Then maybe he'll learn not to mess with us." Another said.

Yamagu turned to them with a wicked grin.

"Shinoda, get me a bat." He ordered.

Shinoda retreated to get one and the boy cried silently and prayed for help to come. But the other to guys just kept kicking him and wouldn't stop until a couple minutes passed.

"Where the fuck is Shinoda?" Yamagu asked, irritated.

Kenichi shrugged.

"Maybe he got los-"

Whack.

He was suddenly cut off when a girl at around 9 years of age swung a metal bat at the back of his head. She glared at the other guy and swung from the front and heard a disturbing crack. The little boy raised his hands off his head and saw the girl mercilessly beating up the two teenagers. Soon their bloods stained the perfectly white snow. They were still alive, but seemed to be in immense pain and possibly in critical condition. The girl turned to the boy, making him flinch. He sat up and shuffled back.

The girl walked over to him, the bat still in hand. The boy tried to scoot back further but failed when a sharp pain on his wrist caused him to fall on his back since he could no longer support himself up. His legs, back, and well...everything was bruised and it hurted. He closed his eyes as tears streamed down. He accepted his fate and prepared for his demise.

"Are you okay?"

The boy slowly opened his eyes and saw the girl crouching over his side. She had a worry filled expression and sympathy in her eyes despite splatter of blood on her cheek. She offered the boy her hand and he hesitantly took it. The girl helped him up as he struggled to regain his balance.

"My name is (Y/N), nice to meet you." The girl smiled.

The boy opened his mouth to reply, but instead his legs gave up on him as his vision blurred. He stumbled and eventually fell unconscious. He couldn't see or hear anything anymore.

-

The boy woke up again, with bandages wrapped around him and he had an oversized white t-shirt on. He was no longer at a playground but rather in a giant lavish room on King sized bed with golden silk sheets and pillowcases to match. It was a really bright room, everything was shiny and bright. There was even a chandelier! Then the gigantic doors of the room opened.

"Can we keep him mom?" A girl's voice begged.

"(Y/N) he's not a pet." Giggled a woman.

The little girl from before and a woman that looked like her entered the room. The boy hid behind the covers. The woman was a tall slim lady with long (h/c) hair and soft (e/c) eyes.

"Hello, my name is (L/N) Yuki. I understand if you don't want to talk right now, I just want to make sure you're okay first." The woman smiled gently.