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ebony dark’ness dementia raven way x sakura kanata chan

words: 965

for @stuckathome413

Your name is Sakura Katana.

You are working a late shift tonight. There’s only one other person in the store, which would be fine, if it wasn’t your mortal enemy Ebony Dark’ness Dementia Raven Way. You hate her. You’re pretty sure she hates you too though, so at least it’s mutual. She’s super popular and seems to have a continuous orbit of boyfriends that change weekly, including a boy you’ve had a crush on since middle school, Karkat Vantas. You crinkle your nose at the thought of them together.

She’s on the other side of the store, restocking the produce section. You’ve kinda been staring at her for a while. You like to think she’s like a car wreck, so horrendous you can’t look away. Yeah. That’s why you’re staring at her. She notices you and flips her long dark hair, eyes narrowing. She lifts her head up in disgust and continues restocking. You groan aloud. “I heard that,” she yells. You roll your eyes. What a bitch.

You return to what you were doing, which was cleaning the deli. You hate being back here with raw meat. At least you’re getting paid. You walk over and try to flick on the heater. It’s the dead of winter, and the dark rain outside certainly isn’t helping. You can hear wind rustling against the displays in the front of the store. You pray they don’t get knocked over.

As you try to turn on the heater, the screen goes dark. “What the fuck?” You mumble. You flick it again. Nothing. You sigh and smack the side of the heater. It doesn’t do anything. Just as you do that, the lights go out. You’re bathed in pitch black dark, making you shout in surprise. Ebony immediately runs over to you. “Calm down, you fucking prep.” She flips her hair. “Let’s go, c’mon. We can just call our manager and get it all sorted out. You nod and stand up shakily.

You follow her through the silent store, guided by the light of her phone screen. She clicks her tongue and types in a number, putting the phone to her ear and standing still. You stop walking too. She chats quickly with someone, too fast for you to understand. You begin to daze off since nothing interesting is happening. Of course, when you zone out, there’s only one thing on your mind… Karkat Vantas. Geez, you could go on forever about him. He’s sooooooo cute. You hold your head in your hands as you continue to daydream about him.

Ebony’s phone call seems to have ended. She snaps at you. “Hey! Nerd! Are you listening?” You come back to reality and blink. “Ehe, soooorry.. I was thinking about Karkatttt-kunnnnnn…..” Ebony’s expression becomes one of disgust. She shakes her head and looks out into the dark store. “The manager said we could go as long as we come back next morning and see if it came back on.” She takes a step towards where you think the doors to outside are and brandishes her keys. “C’mon then.” You stare at your feet and nod.

You finally reach the outside after seemingly hours of aimless wandering. Ebony locks the doors and you step outside, rain hitting your skin. You immediately hug your arm. Gosh, it’s cold as fuck. Ebony, who seemingly still has more than two brain cells, stays under the outside patio roof and types away on her phone. You grab your car keys from your back pocket. You can see your car from here since you parked close. Your co worker is still furiously typing on her phone. Her expression is getting even more frustrated by the second.

Your car looks warm and inviting, but you don’t want Ebony to get upset. Totally because then she’ll get upset at you. No other reasons. Absolutely not. “Whaaat’s wrooonngg….??” You ask her with a turn on your heels. She looks up in aggravation. “Nothing it’s just….” Holy shit, is she crying? “My boyfriend is being an asshole and won’t pick me up.” You bit the inside of your lip, now facing a moral dilemma.

You could either save your co worker but risk being yelled at in the comfort of your own car. Or, you could run to your car and drive away while risking your co worker catching a cold.

You sigh. You aren’t an asshole, so you choose the first option. “I could… take you hoome,” you say solemnly. For the first time in ever, you see Ebony’s face light up in hope. “Please.” She says softly. You smile.

You both run to your car. Ebony shouts and exclaims as rain blinds her vision. You fight laughter as she swats water away. You both finally get into the warm comfort of your vehicle. She swipes wet hair off of her forehead. You’re staring again. Black eyeliner streams down her pale face. She obviously doesn’t mind. You think she said something about that being part of her aesthetic and ‘preps like you wouldn’t get it.’ You shrug and turn the car on, clicking on the radio as a generic old love song in Japanese begins to play. Ebony exclaims in her distaste for mildly preppy things like love songs.

You grin and laugh. She fiddles with the radio. “Geez, you should really listen to MCR…” you look over at her. “What’s MCR?” You genuinely have no idea what that is. Her eyes go wide in anger. “YOU DON’T KNOW WHAT MCR IS? YOU FUCKING PREP!!” She grabs her phone and turns off the radio, beginning to blast the Three Cheers for Sweet Revenge album by My Chemical Romance and singing along. You shake your head and begin to actually drive.

Maybe Ebony isn’t as bad as you thought. …Maybe.