Reflection (Male Reader X Akame Ga Kill)(Complete)

Reflection

Do you ever think you know the world? Then it turns its back on you, feeds you to the darkness as your entire fate comes into view. Nobody knows that feeling better than Y/N Shard, this is his story...

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Seven Years Ago

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Today has been amazing, it's my birthday and me and my older sister are going shopping. I love Sasha more than anything in the world and she loves me, our parents died three years ago. Executed for high treason against the empire and we were outcasts, but my sister has got a job and earns money for us. She tells me that I shouldn't ask her about her job as it would make me unhappy, and that would make her unhappy. The last thing I want is to make Sasha unhappy. "Come on big sis!" I yell running through the cobblestone streets, my worn shoes creating lots of noise as they hit the stone. In an effort to allude her I dart down an alley and hide, giggling and waiting for her to find me. There are a few boxes and an old mirror in the alley, a chair sits beside the boxes. Looking in the mirror I brush a strand of H/C hair from my face, sis says she likes it but I don't, it makes me look silly. She says it makes me look grown up. "You look lost kid." A burly man with a thick handlebar moustache chuckles. His uniform bears the imperial insignia, "No I-I'm just waiting for my big sister." I tell him and he takes a step towards me. I am frightened of the man, his rippling muscles so much larger than my own. "Y/N! I found you!" My sister sweeps me up and tickles me, I giggle and laugh. When she spots the man she puts me down.

"Sasha dear." He smirks revealing a silver tooth in his mouth, he walks up to my sister and holds her chin between his thumb and finger. "I have the gold." He informs her, she slaps his hand off her chin, "I'm not working, you will have to book a time." She gulps, I feel her fear and my own swelling up inside. "I'm not a very patient man, Sasha. I have plenty of gold." His brow furrows and he caresses my sister's chest. She slaps her palm across his face leaving a beating red mark on his cheek. "You're going to pay for that bitch!" He punches her to the ground, I leap onto his back but he smashes me into the pile of boxes.

The mirror cracks and shatters, shards break off, my own beautiful crimson blood running down my arm. A huge piece lodged in my shoulder, but I can't feel it. I can feel my hot blood dripping into the palm of my hand but there is no pain. He pushes Sasha against the wall, that vile insect of man. Her tears of spite and sadness running down her cheeks, she is sad. I am too young to understand what the man is doing but I understand that it is making Sasha sad. And I cannot allow that to happen. He unbuckles his trousers and pushes his body against hers, her black hair falls down her braid undone.

My instincts tell me to act and I do, pulling the shard from my shoulder I feel the pain and grimace. Now I can see the true length of the piece and can only imagine the damage it has caused. Anger is what blinds me and I no longer feel the pain, only the sharp glass shard occupying my grip. With great force I jab the jagged shard inside his neck, tendons tear and blood vessels rip, "You cun-" He is silenced by another jab inside his windpipe, he gives a wheeze as the last scraps of air leave his lungs. He is dead, but I don't stop, I can't. My body forces me to continue stabbing, his face twisted into an unrecognisable hunk of flesh and soon a wide puddle of blood surrounds me. Deep beautiful crimson coats my clothing and I smile, Sasha is safe; she must be delighted.

Turning my head is see her cowering, eyes focused on me, tears running down her face. Sasha is sad. I am sad. "What's wrong sis?" I move towards her and she recoils, fear covers her head to toe. She no longer loves me, "I did what I had to do. He was a bad man" She stumbles to her feet and breaks into a run, leaving me. With the corpse. I did what no once else would, am I sad about that? No. Do I feel guilt? No. Will I stop? No. The guilty deserve to be punished all of them. Every single one.