𝐁𝐨𝐧 𝐀𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐭𝐢𝐭

✧[004]✧

Who is the most beautiful of them all?

Neige LeBlanche.

Hot tears streamed down his face, he had long since thrown his phone across the room, listening to the crunch against the wall. He hated this feeling, he hated being ever so human. He glared at himself in the mirror, swiping away his tears as they had long since caused his mascara to run. The black streaks that linger on his cheeks getting smudged as he wiped them off.

How he hated that name... Neige LeBlanche. How he hated that school RSA. He cleared his throat, slowly recollecting himself. That little brat was the root of all his problems, really. He sighed, pulling a shard of your mask out of his pocket. He couldn't help but ache for you.

You wanted to have your privacy. You could've had such if it wasn't for an RSA student throwing a rock at you. He felt his eye twitch at the thought of it. It was Neige's fault. RSA students wouldn't have come here if it wasn't for him! He could've won, you could've been happy. But no... All he can think about is the terror on your face. The terror when you glanced at him, the terror when you fled, and the hot tears that began to stream down your face when you looked away from the crowd.

He held the shard to his chest, his sweet potato, his sweet dove. They shattered you like glass. He ran his fingers over the smooth rugged shard before slowly recollecting himself, slowly looking back in the mirror. Maybe it would be for the best? To kill him.

He clenched the shard in one hand, tilting his face and using the free hand to fix himself. Gently yet hastily applying make-up to his smooth skin, smiling at himself while one of his hands trembled, squeezing onto the shard until it drove blood. His gaze shifted over to the apple juice Epel had given him.

What a lovely thing really. A perfect gift, harmless and sweet. Not for long however, "Oh, pudgy faced brat... I have the perfect gift for you. I wish you could see what's coming."

"I think I've found my true love. She's a fair faced woman with the most beautiful voice I've ever heard!~ What shall I do? What does one do when they are in love?" Niege chirped to himself, swooning at his phone, replaying the broadcast of your performance. How fair you were, he couldn't help but admire you more.

He remembered you, little rabbit! What are the chances he'd see you again? He scrolled through his phone, enamoured with the posts people had made about NRC, specifically ones about you.

A gentle knock on his dressing room made him glance up, a love hazed smile on his face, "You may enter!~ Oh? Hello Vil! What's up?"

Vil slipped into the room, holding the little glass bottle of Epel's apple juice. He waited before giving it at Niege, smiling at the brunette first, "Hello Neige. Not much really, I just had a thing lingering on my mind. I was thinking... We haven't really talked much, have we? We didn't get the time to earlier. I was hoping we could talk a bit more."

"Oh really? I was thinking the same thing! There was someone I wanted to ask you!" Neige smiled at him making Vil's chest ache grossly, he couldn't help but feel like offing the boy would just be better for the world. Then again. That'd be cruel. He could only smile back, although not entirely.

"Mhm, by all means ask away. Oh, and... Where are your little friends?" He questioned, scanning the room down as Neige clicked off his phone, placing it down and continuing to smile at Vil.

"Oh, they went out to enjoy the festival! Which I was considering myself... But there was one thing I had on my mind!" He was alone. Neige was alone. Vil sharply gazed down at him, he could do it right now if he wanted, but he found himself hesitating for a seconds. His heart still effected by a type of moral blessed upon him by you.

"That girl! I'm so curious about that girl. [Name], right? I've met them before and I couldn't help but feel taken away by them! Please I must ask... What can you tell me about them? Where do they live even?" He felt his muscles spasm. How dare he!? How could he!? Disgusting little rat! He doesn't deserve you. Nobody does. You are his queen, not Neiges. Not anybodies.

He lost that shred of morality right then and there. He wasn't about to let some weirdo into your place of rest, he scowled in a different direction, squeezing onto the glass bottle a little tighter, "Oh, my sweet potato? She's lovely, really. But I'd rather not disclose anything about them without their consent. But I will say... They're amazing, they spend a lot of their time with me. We're hardly apart after all."

Neige pursed his lips at the words, confused. You couldn't already have a lover! You were his true love! His love at first sight!

"Oh? That's lovely! Why don't we all hang out together sometime then? As friends!" Vil smiled, biting down on his own tongue at a pressure that'd definitely make most others tear up in pain.

"Yes, that'd sure be nice, wouldn't it. Hey, you wouldn't happen to be thirsty, would you? I happen to have something if so!" Neige peered over at Vil, trying to peak at what was behind his back, Vil stepped closer, holding out the chilled bottle of apple juice, still wet with condensation.

"Oh, you shouldn't have! Thank you! I saw you post this and I've been meaning to try it!" Neige held the little bottle close to himself, a bit giddy on the inside. You'd go out with him! Vil would make sure of it, wouldn't he? What a good friend! He thought to himself, slowly undoing the cap and smelling the sweetened aroma of apple. How delightful!

"Enjoy it, Neige."

"Of course!~"

"I wish I could force that little glass to your lips. Drink faster. You are wasting my time. And to think you of all people would consider themselves worthy of my [Name]?
Over. My. Cold. Dead. Body."