#I wish I knew about them before they disbanded 🥲

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Arabella — one

PAIRING: soft!rafe cameron x fem!oc

WARNINGS: wounds, blood, abuse

EDITH SPEAKS: I haven't written full fics in SO LONG, because I always end up disbanding them sooner or later 🥲 I really hope this doesn't happen with this fic because I really like it's idea :(

anyways, I hope you all like this! This may not be the most interesting chapter but is essential to kick start the story! Likes and reblogs are highly appreciated, and I would love any sorts of feedback you may have! 🌟

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I run, run as if my life depends on it.

My light duffle bag bounces on my shoulders and my dress flails along with me as I run. I feel the pain in my head throbbing with each passing second, but I ignore it.

My breathing is heavy, I start to feel light headed, and my throat starts to close up from the dehydration.

Just there, only a few more minutes.

My knees start to ache and the pain spreads all the way down to my calves, but I know if I stop now, I will never have the energy to keep on going.

Once I spot the familiar lights of the train station, I'm filled with a ray of hope. I pick up speed despite the pain spreading throughout my legs and finally reach at one of the ticket counters. With the money I snagged from my mom without her knowing, I get myself a ticket; my way of getting out of this hellhole.

Dear mom, you'll never seen me again.

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The sunlight is almost blinding as I step outside of the train station. The salt air hits me like a bullet in the face, and I already find myself feeling hot. I remove the shirt I was wearing over my dress and tie it around my waist.

I remember the way to my dad's house like the back of my hand. The train station is right next to the seaside, so to get on the other side of the island I need to get on a boat. Taking the next ferry, I'm on my way to my dad's place.

He lives on the rich side of the island, which is Figure 8. When my mom and dad separated, I wanted to go with him. He's always taken such good care for me, always been there for me whenever I wanted to talk to someone. But my mom won my custody, so things were going totally opposite to what I wanted.

I only get to visit my dad once a year, and it's at Christmas. Each time I always wish to stay here forever and leave my mom. I absolutely love Kildare Island. I love it's beaches and it's oceans, but mostly, I love my dad.

This time, my mom overstepped her boundaries. I knew I couldn't stay there. So I ran away without thinking twice about it.

The ferry starts to come to it's stop and I look to see we are nearing the dock. As I get off the ferry, the people around stare at me, and for a second I'm confused, but then I remember the wound on my head. I reach my fingers up to the side of my head to feel the dried up blood. It will be taken care of at my dad's place now. 

I have to walk the last leg of my journey to my dad's place. His place is barely five minutes away from the dock, so it's a quick walk. I find myself in streets which I recognise very well, having played and ran on them as a child throughout my life.

Each time I came here for Christmas, I was always determined to have fun in a way I never have. And my dad was my best companion. He would take me wherever I wanted to go, always holding my hand by my side. My favourite time was always when we went to the beach. He would let me swim in the water for as long as I wanted, and he would be ready with all sorts of snacks before I came out of the water.

I catch myself smiling at his memories, totally zoned out while I'm walking. When I snap back from my haze, I see I have reached my dad's place.

It suddenly hits me, I have come here without any notice. What if he's busy? What if he's not here? What if. . . he doesn't want me here? I take in a deep breathe and remind myself that all is fine, before walking up to the door and ringing the bell.

I can almost hear my heartbeat thumping as I anxiously wait for my dad to open the door. The door suddenly swings opens and there is my dad standing, a look of shock on his face.

"Arabella?" He asks, his eyes wide.

"Hey dad," I mumble, starting to feel tears form in my eyes upon seeing him. Without any doubt, I rush to him and wrap my arms around him, my head resting on his chest as tears freely fall down my face. He hugs me back and rubs my back with his hand soothingly, my sobs starting to get violent.

"Sunshine, what happened?" He whispers. Sunshine. That's what he's always called me. When he was forced to leave us, I missed being called sunshine the most.

When I only give my tears as my reply, he hushes me, and closes the door behind me. With his one arm wrapped around my shoulders, he leads me to the kitchen.

But when I look around, I notice there are two people sitting in the living room. I suddenly stop crying, as I realise I'm probably embarassing my dad by suddenly appearing at his door and crying in his arms.

"I didn't know you had company, I'm sorry," I say, my voice slightly croaky.

"It's okay baby, you're more important than them," he says, whispering the last part. I softly giggle at that, and hug him again. "Please tell me what happened, and why were you bleeding?"

"We had an argument," I mumble. His eyes reflect understanding as he figures out who I'm talking about. "It got bad. She uh... she crashed one of her alcohol bottles on my head, and it cut me." I barely croak the last part out, and he brings his hand to his mouth.

"She did what?" He says, completely shocked. Me and my mom argue all the time, but it never got this far as it did yesterday.

"Yeah," i whisper, nodding my head as I feel my eyes getting teary again.

"Kai? Is everything okay?" Me and dad look at our side to see his guests in the kitchen looking at us. I notice it's an older man, around my dad's age, and a younger boy with him, who looks around my age. I make a brief eye contact with him, and his eyes trail to my wound. I drop my gaze to the floor.

"Uh... yes Ward," dad smiles. "This is my daughter, Arabella," he says, motioning to me.

"Nice to meet you Arabella," the older man - Ward, says. I nod with a little smile. "Are you okay? Do you need any help with that? Rafe here is pretty good at mending little wounds like that, his little sister Wheezie is very clumsy and falls down a lot," Ward chuckles at the end.

"Are you okay with him helping you? Or should I do it?" My dad asks me. Suddenly his phone starts to ring. He pulls it out of his pocket and sees who's calling him, but doesn't pick it up. He turns to look at me expectantly, waiting for an answer.

"You attend the call, I'm okay with him helping me," I give him a soft smile. He kisses my forehead, carefully avoiding my wound, and leaves the kitchen with Ward by his side to attend his phone call.

"The first aid kit is in his bathroom," I tell Rafe. He nods at me and we both make our way upstairs to dad's bedroom. Upon entering his bathroom, I seat myself on top of the sink, and Rafe gets the first aid kit from one of the cabinets.

So far I haven't heard him say anything. And it seems to continue this way as he silently starts to treat my wound, very carefully applying the antiseptic so that it doesn't hurt a lot, and layering the bandaid on it gently.

I notice his blue eyes slightly widened as he focuses to treat my wound. His eyes remind me of the deep, deep ocean, and the mysteries that float in it.

"Is it done?" I ask, when he moves back from me and looks at my head, as if he's inspecting his work. He nods as a reply and starts to keep everything back in the first aid box.

"Thank you," I say, as I get off the counter.

"Where did you get it from?" He suddenly says. His voice is deep, and almost melodious. I don't think I've ever heard a voice as pretty as his.

"It's uh, it's nothing," I say quietly. I wonder if he's going to put the same question again, urging me to give him an answer. But he doesn't say anything, and continues to keep everything back in first aid box. I take the box from him and keep it in its allotted place.

No other words are exchanged between the two of us as we make our way back to the living room, seeing our dads sitting next to each other on the couch and discussing something. Upon hearing our footsteps, they both look up at us and get up from the couch.

"Thank you for such a wonderful lunch Kai," Ward says, shaking Dad's hand. "Me and Rafe had a great time."

Dad smiles at his words and tells them they are welcome at our house anytime they want to. Now Ward looks at me, his gaze on my now bandaged wound.

"I hope we'll see you around Arabella," He says to me, with a smile. I smile back, but don't say anything, mostly because I'm not very sure on what to reply with. Rafe silently follows Ward and dad outside the house.

As dad bids them goodbye, he comes back inside and takes my hand in his. His other hand makes its way to my wound, and he gently touches it. "Did he bandage it okay?" He asks.

"Yes," I tell him.

"Come on, you must be pretty tired and hungry. I'll make you something to eat."

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sometimes i think about rui kamishiro a little too hard and absolutely die inside because some of the shit he says casually is so ???

for example, sometimes he just has these throwaway menu lines that make me fucking ill

like the april fools mikudemy menu line where he says he never thought he’d see the day where he felt comfortable and happy at school

or his ny 2020 menu line where he says that this year has been so joyful, but also very emotional for him. (this was the year the game started running so he’s likely referring to joining wxs)

nene’s line, but her saying that rui has always been reluctant to celebrate his birthday because he knew nobody but nene would come… rui and his birthday in general make me fucking sad. like his one wish for his birthday was to have a normal party with his friends because he’d never had one before. what the hell. ughhhh his bday card story is soooo,,, he’s so happy to have friends who support him and care for him now🥲🥲🥲

sorry i’m just spiraling now but also ruis got this reoccurring habit of calling himself childish or cowardly when he gets too emotional about stuff. just for a few examples in cheer squad during both the conversations he had with kaito and luka he says he feels like he’s a coward cause he just can’t overcome his fears of people rejecting him. then in curtain call he says he’s acting like a child when he doesn’t want to “let go” of wxs… somebody PLEASE tell him he’s allowed to feel this way. and let’s not even start on him calling himself selfish every time he talks about not wanting wxs to fall apart. my guy. you found people you belong with. it’s not selfish to want that to stay.

also speaking of the too emotional thing, did y’all read his admidst a dream card story??? JESUS CHRIST. basically what happens is it’s late at night and he’s trying to work, but he can’t focus because he can’t stop thinking about the fact that the day wxs will have to disband is drawing closer. so to distract himself he goes to sekai in hopes of talking to kaito, but everyone’s asleep, except for meiko and luka because luka slept through the entire day and meikos keeping her company lol. rui then says he doesn’t really want to get into why he came here because it’s his own personal thing to sort out, and he just wants someone to talk about SOMETHING to right now. but then he ends up trailing into pretty much just?? ranting about his feelings. he says he hates that even though humans have the ability to use logic and reasoning, our emotions still get the better of us and we can’t control them perfectly. then he says that sometimes emotions get too much and it takes everything you can to hold them in and stop them from overflowing (WHICH IS??). then he adds on the last, horrifying part, where he says he wishes someone could just take his mind and handle his emotions for him, because right now everything is such a mess. eventually meiko and luka manage to get him out of this stream of conscious by talking to him about kaito, and rui thanks them for their help and promises he won’t do anything irresponsible, like just throwing these emotions to the side, and he goes home. LIKE I SAID. ITS FUCKED. was so expecting bumper cars and then i got hit by a BRICK.

alright i’m done now i just needed to get that out of my system