Kill me.
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The world around her was a blur of colours and sound, fading in and out of focus like a dream that refused to settle.
Historia blinked slowly, her vision hazy, her body feeling heavy and disconnected from reality.
She tried to move, but every muscle in her body screamed in protest. There was danger nearby.
'Where am I?'
The question floated aimlessly in her mind as fragments of memory slowly began to return.
Mitras. The chaos. The sounds of gunfire. The blood.
Hange, Mikasa, Annie—so many people were fighting.
So many... were dying.
Her heart sank as the weight of it all pressed down on her chest.
'We couldn't escape.'
Her mind raced through the images of the battle, the ambush, and then Kiyotaka—grabbing and dragging her away.
Her chest tightened as guilt and anger bubbled up inside her, tears stinging the corners of her eyes.
'I should have done something... Anything.'
Suddenly, a voice broke through her muddled thoughts, startling her.
"...all because of them. The Church of the Walls... ruining everything," the voice muttered, low and annoyed.
It took Historia a moment to register who it was.
Kiyotaka.
Her eyes slowly adjusted to her surroundings. She was lying near a small campfire, its flames flickering weakly in the cool air. The soft crackling of burning wood filled the silence between Kiyotaka's rambling. They were in a forest, the thick canopy of trees overhead casting long shadows around them. She could feel the dampness of the earth beneath her blanket and hear the distant calls of birds and rustling leaves.
There was no one else around—just the two of them.
She wasn't tied up. No ropes, no restraints—nothing.
Her pulse quickened slightly.
'He didn't even bother to restrain me?'
She slowly turned her head, careful not to make any sudden movements, and finally saw him. Kiyotaka Ayanokouji stood a few feet away, pacing back and forth, his expression a mixture of frustration and—was that panic?
His usually composed face was twisted into something she hadn't seen before, a troubled frown.
"...the Church of the Walls... ruining everything," Kiyotaka muttered, his tone lacking its usual detachment. "They turned me into some 'prophet' without a second thought. It's so... idiotic... I should've killed them..."
Historia's eyes widened slightly as she listened to his words. He was talking to himself, not even aware she was awake. There was something unsettling about seeing him like this—so dishevelled, so... human.
The Kiyotaka she had seen in Mitras had been cold and ruthless.
But here, now, he seemed almost... weak.
Kiyotaka rambled on, barely noticing her lying there. "And Mikasa... she just had to cut me... right here." He touched his bandaged cheek lightly. "It's going to scar. Annoying."
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Classroom of The Elite x AOT: Wax Wings
Fanfiction[Crossposted onto A03 under the same name] Ayanokouji Kiyotaka, the Masterpiece of the White Room has gone missing, disappearing into thin air one night before the end of spring break. His whereabouts are unknown, his condition even less so. In his...
