(Rem x Reader) Re:Reader - Starting YOUR New Life in Another World

Chapter 30: R.M.T.

Chapter 30: R.M.T.

Feeling the tingle of light on his closed eyes, YN began to slowly wake up.

The sensation he felt was very familiar. The smell of fresh, laundered bed sheets and cut flowers filled YN's nose as he took a breath in. He could feel just how high quality the sheets on the bed were from how soft and smooth they were.

Opening his eyes, YN saw the familiar ornately designed ceiling he was familiar with when he would wake up. But only on the first day in the mansion. His room's ceiling was not ornate as the one in the guest room.

Seeing the ceiling, feeling the bed that was not his, feeling the same sensation and smells as his first mornings, a squall of fear and sorrow filled YN.

As if originating from his heart, he could feel the sensation be pumped around all of his body with each heartbeat. Fear, regret, frustration, sorrow, the cocktail of emotions mixed with his blood and spread above his body. All the things he has done right, was it all gone?

His legs began to shiver slightly and a cold sweat began to develop on his forehead. Shutting his eyes, YN fought to keep tears from forming.

YN just wanted to roll up into a ball and comfort himself, the only thing he could think to cope with the coming dread that felt as if it were diffusing into his very soul.

Going to move his hands, YN first felt his left hand, his fingers quivered as he pulled the sheets it held into a loose fist.

His right hand was something completely different. His fingers didn't quiver in the least, and it was as if the dread in his blood was not reaching that hand at all.

Instead, it felt as if his hand was warm. A feeling of compassion and love was present in his hand, keeping the dread from taking over his body entirely. In YN's hand, he could feel a softness and smoothness not unlike the sheets, but better, and warmth not produced by himself, but from its own volition.

Turning his head, YN then opened his eyes more, eager to see what his hand held.

Before him, laid his hand, holding another hand. Their fingers were woven together, tight like a cloth stitch. Eight fingers in total, one of his, one of the others, one of his, one of the others.

In his dread filled drowsiness, YN mustered the strength to try and look up from the owner of the hand he held.

Trying to raise his eyes up, up to see just who was being kind enough to show him pity like this, he was stopped before he could fully see for himself.

?: YN-kun? Are you awake?

YN's body up to that point had been a still puddle, one that had been slowly but surely been turning more and more murky as the dread expanded and took over everything.

But at the sound of the voice that spoke to him, a single drop from high above fell onto the puddle, creating a ripple that cleared away all the murky dread that filled YN.

Looking up at the voice, YN's answer to who's voice it was by sight alone was unanswered by the silhouette the person was in, created by themselves from the intense morning light being cast in from the open window behind them.

Like an angel, this person was there when YN needed them most, at what felt like could be his lowest.

The warmth from the hand he held quickly continued up his arm, and purified the rest of his body from the dread that threatened to drown him in fear and regret.

Regardless of what his eyes couldn't tell him, YN knew exactly who it was that was here with him.

No one else could ever hope to make his dread disappear as it had. No one else could speak to him in such a calm and reassuring way. No one else could hold his hand this way. And no one could look as much as an angel as she did, even if she was a "demon."