*A/N: Strange, I found this one-shot in my old disk from what was left in my laptop, before it broke. I didn't bother correcting it, as I had written it a few months ago. I hope the content is good XD Because I think that it's like a... hmmm, let's not say it. I WILL DO A HUGE REWRITING ON THIS PART. That's what I am for sure. And when I update it, I'll write a note next to Yata's name.

 I'll start writing again. I'll probably update once or twice a week, because I want to update each and every story I have. Here's the list of the stories that I really need to update. When I start a normal update schedule, I'll be able to manage them all and make everyone happy! ^^

 - K Project x Reader, Akatsuki no Yona x Reader, The Mauve Dragon (Akatsuki no Yona), Magi x Reader, K: The Queen, K: Chains and my newest member - Diabolik Lovers One-Shots (because I didn't had enough books apparently -_- XD) 

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 She was different from them. And yet again, she did not understood why they accepted her so fast.

Why he accepted her as if she was the most beautiful being in the whole universe.

2 years had passed since the accident and she still refused to look at her reflection.

And that's why there was a mirror on the wall, that stood hidden behind the piece of cloth.

"(Y/N)-chan!" Kamamoto brought her out of her painful memories, his mouth full with food as usual.

"No need Rikio, I had already eaten my breakfast..." She mumbled, removing small dots of bread from her (h/c) hair.

"Oi... Sorry..." He mumbled.

She brushed him off, watching the storm that was about to fall upon Shizume City.

Dark, unwanted memories crawled inside her mind once more, but she quickly shook her head, trying to ignore them.

"Ne... Say, Kamamoto, have you seen Yata today?" (Y/N) whispered.

"No, but Kusanagi-san said that Yata wasn't feeling well today." He continued devouring the last bite of food he had in his plate, showing no signs of continuing the topic.

'It's unusual for him to be missing for the whole day, more or less not telling me...' She thought, standing up front the dark colored chair, walking outside the bar.

"Mommy, mommy, look!" A small girl pointed at (Y/N) and smiled.

(Y/N) raised an eyebrow and knelt next to the child, smiling awkwardly.

"Hi!" The child greeted, although it was obvious she was shy from the HOMRA femme.

"Hello." (Y/N) whispered, trying her best to sound as warm as possible.

'I don't want to scare this precious sunshine.' She thought.

"Get away from her, Akane! Look her her horrible face!" A voice echoed from behind and the girl was quickly picked up, much for its displease.

"But mommy, she is beautiful..." The child pouted.

"People like you deserve to go to the circus." The woman spat on (Y/N), her silverish hair swinging slightly from the upcoming wind.

"You know, people have said that you should never judge a book by its cover."

"Do not teach me what to..."

(Y/N) had enough of this bullshit and she decided that her best option here was to leave.

A few minutes passed, (Y/N) pressed herself against one of the buildings walls, trying her best not to look at the windows in front of her.

" Stupid reflection, stupid, stupid..." She pressed her fists against her eyes as hard as she could, trying to prevent the tears from falling down her face.

*****

"You small piece of shit."

Hit.

"So you think you had the chances of escaping me, huh?!"

Scream.

"I'll make you suffer for the courage you had of trying to run away from me."

A dark laughter was followed, together with the screams that lasted hours (but for what seemed ages).

"Let me go!" She yelled, squirming underneath his hands.

 The man chuckled devilishly, picking one of the knives that lied near his leg, slowly pointing the tip of the blade on the eye of the girl.

 "If you survive the night, you'll be one lucky girl. Because I am planning on torturing you until you take your last breath!" He sneered, pressing the blade underneath her eye, leaving a trail of blood every part he went.

 "Fuck you, son of a bitch!" She spat, kicking him on the abdomen, using her chance to snuggle away from his tight grip. 

 "You small..." He growled, chasing after her down the stairs.

 .

 . 

 . 

 She ran until her legs gave up. No one was outside at this time, making the situation horrible for her.

 "I got you now, you little, useless bitch."  His nails sank in her skin, a new wave of pain crashing in her fragile body.

 "I'll never. Never. Let you get me." She gritted her teeth, trashing around with her last might.

 "And how would that be?" The psycho mumbled, grabbing ahold of the girl by the neck. 

 Just as she was about to lose consciousness, she heard voices. 

 Were they coming from her head?

 Her vision was too blurry, but she was able to spot them.

 Her saviors.

 "My, what do we have here?"  One of them spoke, pulling his baseball bat out.

 "Anna?" A small figure came in sight, examining the two of them with a small object between her fingers. 

 "She's suffering."  (A/N: No shit, Sherlock.)

 "How can you hurt a girl, you fucker!" Someone yelled from behind and with fast steps was near them, just like a lightning. 

 "Yata-san! Wait for a few seconds!" 

 The (h/c) haired girl watched in amazement as the body that held her tight against the neck soon disappeared, warm flames enveloping everything around.

 She fell on her knees, not being able to stay awake. She smiled fairly, letting her exhausted body fall on her ground, muttering that name.

 "Yata..." 

****

 "Yata!" 

(Y/N) knocked on the wooden door, trying to calm her beating heart.

The door then opened slightly, revealed a pair of exhausted eyes.

"Oi, what are you doing here in this hour?!" Yata scolded her, opening the door enough for (Y/N) to enter.

"You weren't in the bar today and I got worried..." She tried to smile.

"Yeah... I stood up all night and thought of something." He muttered.

"What was it that you were thinking of?"

"Nothing important."

"It doesn't look like that." (Y/N) pouted, her body being dragged towards her lovers embrace.

"Say... Have you cried while coming here?" Yata asked, caressing his lover's cheek.

"How did you... I thought I had..."

"You know you can't hide from me..."

(Y/N) sighed, knowing she was losing this battle.

"Was it about... You know."

"Ai."

Yata growled silently, cursing whoever had hurt her, bringing those painful memories back to her.

"I want you to feel beautiful in the body you are..."

"I know, Misaki... But it's hard for me, understand me. Every time someone tries to talk to me, he immediately regrets it."

"I didn't. And you know how uncomfortable I am usually." The chestnut haired boy retorted.

(Y/N) thought about that and chuckled lightly.

He indeed was a stuttering mess. But maybe that's what made her open her heart for him. Well, one of the things.

"Misaki?!" She yelped, when she was suddenly pushed on the mattress, her neck tickled by the warm breath of the vanguard.

"I want you to relax at leat when you are with me. I want you to know that for me, you are the most beautiful woman I ever, ever met. Not that I have met that much... Guh, ignore the last... I just..."

(Y/N) followed the instincts inside her heart and kissed him passionately on the lips.

Yata blushed, but relaxed and cupped her cheeks in his hands.

"Oi.. I-I..." Yata muttered, his cheeks having that red hue. 

(Y/N) was too, in the same situation as him.

 Embarrassed.

 "Misaki." The young woman nuzzled her head against the crook of his neck.

 "Hmm?" 

 "Thank you."

 All the years she had suffered because of that wretched psycho, should end.

 *****

 "Are you sure you want to?" Yata held (Y/N)'s hand tightly as they walked in the long corridor of the girl's apartment. 

 "Yes. You said that I look beautiful in your eyes. I... That made me think of something. I suffered enough because of that fucker back then. I am pissed and I don't want to follow what the other's think about me - that I am ugly. I will gain enough confidence. I have to. I know you will be my side with each step I take, right?" (Y/N) locked her eyes with Yata's, smiling cheerfully at him.

 "Don't ever think the opposite."  He licked the tip of her nose, causing the girl to pout, annoyed. 

 "Bakaaa!"  

 *****

 (Y/N) sighed, grabbing the cloth that covered the object she feared the most.

 The mirror. 

 Slowly, the piece fell lightly on the wooden floor, revealing an image (Y/N) had forgotten.

 Herself. 

 It was so hard for her to do things without the help of the mirror, but somehow she had gotten used to it. Now, she had to learn again to trust the reflection. 

 Slowly, her hand reached against the cold glass, pressing against it, as if she was touching someone else.

 Her thin fingers went through each scar she had on her face, tears filling her eyes.

 Yata embraced her from behind, knowing that for today, she had enough emotions fighting in her heart. He knew well that he has to support her, until she starts to love herself for what she is.

 And as he promised - he will stay by her side, no matter what or who.

 .............. END .............

 A/N: I know there are some people, who skip the author's note at the start, so PLEASE read them. Please, please, please. I get kinda sad when no one wants to read. Sometimes I say important things, sometimes I just want to find someone to open a conversation with.