Duplication of Being (Days Union x Reader)

[Familiar Radiance]

Some Y/N lore for you,  although y/n is a self insert they have their own backstory and all. Also y/n is gender neutral/ will use they them pronouns so you can identify as anything and read this
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It's been a week and a half since Benevolent invited you to his bakery. It was 5 pm and it was practically pitch black outside. You rub your eyes when you notice your eye-bags reflected on the computer screen.

You have been going through every reply for your interview, and it seems like no one wants to employ a random person who can't even remember their age.

You sighed deeply to yourself as you pathetically banged your head against your desk. You look out the window, the storm that has been raging on outside has slowed down to a soft rain, the clouds have not gone away. You close your laptop and decide to go out for a breather, you had a whole hour to yourself before it became dangerous to walk outside.

You spin your keys after locking your door, humming some song you don't remember the name of. Even through your mask you can smell the light mist that floated around the air, feeling light drizzle of the rain wetting your hair and face, then flowing down into your collarbone.

You recall a time where you were in your parents care and didn't have to worry about jobs yet. You were planning on going to a college to be able to be off humanitarian aid. At the time the global conflict between the Nights and Days has recently started. Young men were joining the war with that of a foolish optimism and confidence.

They would soon realize the brutality of the war, going insane from the violence they have to experience each day.

You remember your friend who wanted to serve his purpose in the union, to help protect the innocent people that are caught in the war. Soon he went missing.

It was a rainy day, when the Nights attacked. Mothers and children were screaming, as shots were being fired. It was the day when you were preparing to go to a theatre, wearing the fanciest clothes you owned. You remembered trying to call your friend from the basement to warn him of the danger until the sound of "please leave a message after the tone" and crying fearfully into your parents arms.

After the Nights retreated, you ran to the theatre to see the ruins of what was left of it. Bodies piled under the debris, as you turned rocks away, straining your muscles to shove them away, to find your friend. The blood of the bodies stained your hand but you were set on finding your friend. Even if he died you could still find his body, you can give him a proper burial.

In the end, you found nothing. Some Guards were dragging you out to your parents.

You couldn't recollect his name or face, memories of his identity being left like a blank in your mind. Even if you don't remember him you still mourn his death every now and then, before you fall asleep, sometimes when you wake up, and right now.

Tears soak into your mask, snot congesting your nose uncomfortably as you hold your knees to your chest.

You were now on the sidewalk and the rain has grown to pour down on this barren planet, your clothes are completely soaked now. You shiver as your breathe hiccups uncontrollably. Tucking your head between your arms, you let yourself cry a bit harder, the noise of the rain would be louder than your cries.

You heard steps approach you so you quickly wipe your tears with your sleeves, you look up to see another man with an umbrella.

"Rough day huh?" The man sat down next to you holding the umbrella over you both.

"More like bad memories." You replied, cringing at the way your voice quivered through the aftermath of your sobbing.

"Would you like to talk about it?" He reaches over to rub your back gently, you flinch.

"Nah, it was a long time ago people had worse."

"Doesn't mean that the things you experienced isn't any valid, let me walk you home it's not safe outside."

You both got up, walking alongside each other making small talk. After awhile of speaking, your voice stopped shaking.

"So whats your name?" you asked, he put a hand on his chest, pulling a hurt expression. "I am one of the operatives and a musician, and a rather well known musician at that." When you still couldn't figure it out, "Can you really not recognize me?" You looked back at him, squinting your eyes as you make a list of all the operatives in your head.

You shake your head. "Im sorry, I really can't recognize who you are, please don't take it personally my memory is just bad." You bowed apologetically. He huffed before laughing to himself, stopping the dramatics.

"I am Radiant Day, an operative and a famous musician at the theatre, Im truly wounded you didn't know who I am."

You have arrived at your residence again being brought in by a different operative this time.(it almost feels like you're a dog, being walked back to your house twice now.)

Before you go, Radiant Day continued "Hey if you ever need someone to talk to, you can always talk to me. I'll give you my number." He said reaching out for his phone but then quickly adding on "OH! Oh if only you're okay with that, I didn't mean to pressure you like that its completely fine since were ..er strangers soo.." He scratches the back of his head.

You quickly cut him off by taking out your own phone. "Hey it's fine, you can have my number it would be nice to have someone to talk to."

"Oh, thank you then" We exchanged numbers and waved our goodbyes.

As Radiant Day was going for the door he abruptly stopped and turned around, "Oh right I have a letter for you given by the Supreme Leader." He hands you a fancy looking envelope with a golden seal. In elegant writing the words "To Y/N" is written.

(Huh, now that was a surprise.) You held the envelope gently afraid of putting a single wrinkle to taint it. You looked up to Radiant with a confused expression.

Radiant was quick to reply "The Days Union needs more strong operatives like you" placing his hand on your shoulder.

Strong? Strong where? But before you can form words Radiant was already out the door, waving to you before running off somewhere. Probably for his night shift duty.

You lock the door before walking to your bed. You open the letter.