6•9 ; The Workings of Fate
Everlasting Garden, at Midnight.
A black-haired boy lay peacefully on an unparalleled comfy bed, his abyss-like locks splayed across the pillow. His serene expression hinted at the deep slumber that had enveloped him, as the soft blankets cocooned his form. The gentle rise and fall of his chest revealed the rhythmic pattern of his breathing, a testament to the tranquility of his rest. The bed itself seemed to cradle him in its embrace, offering a haven of unparalleled comfort and serenity.
However, soon, the child's rhythmic breathing turned erratic, indicating a high fever. The boy tossed and turned, his hair tousled and his lovely face contorted into a frown. From observation, it was evident that the child was consumed by a nightmare.
Abruptly, the black-haired boy jolted out of his deep slumber, gasping for breath. He then adjusted himself into a sitting position, all the while clutching his abyss-like locks of hair, shrouding both his right blank eye and covering the right part of his face, giving him a vulnerable yet bewitching, evil charm, contrasting his usual mystical self.
Through his abyssal locks, his right eye exuded a crimson gleam for a millisecond, vanishing as soon as it gleamed.
Following the crimson gleam, the boy understood the cause behind his nightmare. His sweet voice, carrying a tone of darkness, echoed in the silent bedroom. (Hehehe, hehehe. A regressor? Intriguing! First, a reincarnator and now a regressor. What is it playing at? Is the 'Fate' aware of my existence? Is it trying to 'End' me before I could end it? Or perhaps, these miracle-like occurrences are set as hurdles for something else entirely! Is it due to a protagonist? Wait, does that mean this 'story' has a protagonist? Are they on the same level as that savior? Which explains why fate was so cautious of them.)
Every word that he uttered was so unbelievable that if anyone heard his mumblings, they would be bewildered and might wonder how a child of less than ten years old developed a mentality like this. But then again, they might also attribute it to his childish nature and chuunibyou ideologies.
(If it's true, then I wonder whether fate is opposing them or supporting them in their endeavors. The workings of fate are truly a mysterious thing. You never know when a cause will lead to an effect, nor how an effect could set off a cause.) His feeble melody rang in the humming night. The violet moon shone eerily, its shadowy glow passing through the window, bathing the frail child in its embrace, causing him to tighten his grip on the abyssal locks of his right eye, while his left obsidian eye shimmered in blankness.
If anyone could look at him right now, they might even reel in wonder whether they are witnessing a figment of reality or a fantasy of darkness.
His secret mumblings continued, {What kind of role will I play in their story? Will I be a nameless character or a central piece in their growth? Will they be worth my time and effort, or will they become a useless toy? However, the most crucial question is: Could they withstand my evilness? Or, more precisely, can they stop my 'Darkness'?"~~~~~~~}
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In the middle of the night, in an opposing bedroom.
Lay a mother and daughter pair as they peacefully slept on the same bed. The mother was lying on her side, with one arm protectively draped over her daughter, who was curled up next to her. Both of them had serene expressions on their faces, and the soft glow of the nightlight illuminated the room, creating a heartwarming scene of maternal love and comfort. 💕🌙
The white locks of both the mother and daughter duo intertwined, encapsulating a hopeful light in the quiet night.
Observing this everyday scene, one would truly understand the blissful comfort of a family.
Yet, All of a sudden, the door to the serene bedroom opened, disrupting the idyllic white scene. The startled mother and daughter awoke, simultaneously glancing towards the opened door.
In the enchantment of darkness, a fragile figure of a boy, who looked to be six years old, became visible in the indigo corridor. His mystical obsidian eyes blankly staring into nothingness, confusing one's senses. A single look at him conveyed the vulnerable state he is in.
Taking in the image, the white-haired daughter opened her cute mouth in incredulousness, unable to comprehend the uncertain image depicted in front of her, while the platinum-haired mother stopped breathing, silently gazing at the heartbreaking scenario.
(Wh-What happened?) questioned Sarah, her aura becoming disorderly. She got up from the bed, instantly standing in front of Void. She opened her arms and hugged his fragile figure tightly, fearing the dissolution of his form.
(Nothing, just a nightmare,) replied Void, his voice conveying indifference to his plight.
Hearing his response, Sarah's demeanor relaxed, her aura returning to normal. Yet, one could detect ripples of worry and anxiousness in her oceanic pupils. She hesitatingly inquired, hoping it isn't the case.
(Is it about 'that' day?. The day when you first opened your eyes?)
(Maybe or maybe not.) Yet the answer she received was vague. Nonetheless, she wasn't disheartened. She more or less knows that Void is different from others, yet how different, she doesn't know, nor does she care. The only thing mattered to her was that he is 'Serena's' last blood. Which meant, in a roundabout way, he is her reason. Anyone who harms or upsets him is basically testing her very sanity.
Meanwhile, Sora observed them silently, unable to utter a word. Suddenly, a chilling eeriness enveloped her being, threatening to consume her current inner emotions. Whether it's happiness, sadness, or jealousy, anything she could currently feel because of him was on the brink of being erased.
Just when her eyes were on the verge of losing focus, her white pupils interlocked with a pair of black pupils, causing the eeriness inside her to recede into inactivity.