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Kise Ryouta x Reader: Lost

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(A/N: Reader-chan is extremely sassy. And some strong language too.)

    It was about the tenth time around the premises. Spotting a nearby bench, a sigh of frustration escaped your lips as you rummaged through your backpack, hope draining from you every second.

Your phone would've been so handy right now. Screw the school with their no-phone policies. How would one go about trying to find their classmates when they're lost? You could've texted your best friend and get back with the rest of them. Not miss the bus and be that one kid who was left behind. That wasn't such a good title to have, so early in the year.

"Are you okay?" It was a light, peppier voice. You turned towards its direction to see a blonde boy, worry spanning over his handsome features. Did you just think that? Keep it to yourself, hun.

"Yeah, no. Actually..." You began, "I was separated from my class and now I can't find them. I'm so dead-"

"Then let me help you!" The boy exclaimed, tugging at your sleeve, "C'mon."

You blinked in confusion.

"I don't even know you."

"Oh, sorry about that." He smiled sheepishly, "I'm Kise Ryouta. And you?"

"(L/n) (f/n)."

"We know each other now. Let's go."

It only took around three minutes for Kise to find your class loading on a bus after spotting a few familiar heads.

"Oh my God, thank you!" You told Kise, enveloping him in a large hug. Immediately noticing the rashness of your actions, red quickly tinted at your cheeks.

"I am so sorry about that, Kise-kun. I was just-"

You were cut off by his embrace. "I'm so glad to help, (l/n)-cchi! I hope we meet again."

With one last glance, you ran over to the bus, waving your arm frantically.

~~

"Is this what love feels like?" Kise muttered to himself, near a male classmate.

"You idiot! We're only first years in middle school." Proceeded by a whack, "Who'd you fall in love with, anyway?"

"Someone unforgettable."


"I'm lost again." You muttered to yourself half-heartedly. Your sense of direction needed to improve or else you'd be late for class. On the first day. Not good. Not good at all.

Clutching the school map in front of you, there was no focus given to where you were actually going. A distinct oofing sound was heard as you walked straight into a taller figure. His golden optics gazed piercingly at you from above, giving him a demonic look.

"Pleasesparemefromyourrageyourmajesty-"

"May I help...you?"

"Yeah..." You began, " I'm kind of lost..."

The male cocked his head in question, while squinting at you for a moment.

"Wait a second...are you (l/n)-cchi?"

"And who are you?" You replied to the newcomer.

"I'm Kise Ryouta. Remember me? I helped you out when you were lost three years ago!"

"I don't remember that at all." You stated bluntly. Mainly because I'm almost always lost, you mentally added.

The warning bell rang, making you eep!

"I have to get to class!" you told yourself loudly.

"Then let me help you!" he reprimanded. You were about to object, but then again, did you even know where you were going? Did you want to be the one late person on the first day?

"Ah, okay. Fine." You told the blonde boy, who happily took you by the hand and brought you to Class 1-4.

Multiple stares of hope eyed the model, only to leer at you, holding onto him. Your self-consciousness attacked, making you pull away from his grip.

The teacher directed you to your respective seats, which were coincidentally next to each other.

Fuck.


“Please go with me!”

“Why?” You replied. The blonde boy was shaking you by your shoulders frantically.

“Because, if I go with some other girl, she’ll never leave me alone after the dance! She’ll keep thinking that we’re dating! If I’m with you, then you wouldn’t care,”

“Well, I do care if I’m wasting my Saturday night on some dumb-ass dance,”

“So mean!” He whined, “C’mon, (l/n)-cchi! Help a friend out!”

You turned, “We’re barely friends.”

“I’m your guide! I’ve helped you find your way a gazillion times!”

“That’s apparently twice.”

Kise crossed his arms in challenge, “To the cafeteria, the library, the bathroom, like twice, to the corner store. The list never ends, (l/n)-cchi.”

“And so has everyone else. If you had no idea, I’m always lost.” You told him.

“Well then…”

Later, you were searching for your notes through your backpack. Mentally cringing at your rushed breakfast, you silently slapped yourself for forgetting.

“Anything wrong, (l/n)-cchi?” Kise asked teasingly.

“This is no laughing matter. I forgot my notes.” You replied.

“Then as a good friend,” he flaunted, placing the English notes in-between the two of you, “I will be sharing my notes.”

You gave him a cynical look.

“Huh? Huh??” He shoulder nudged you.

“This is the most asshole-ish thing you’ve ever done.”

Later.

Your conveniently rushed morning resulted in you not having a lunch or money.

“(l/n)-cchi? You look pissed.”

“You would too, if you had no lunch or money,” You replied back.

“Then as a good friend,” Kise began again, “I’ll share my lunch.”

“Stop being an ass.”

“I’m being nice!”

“For ‘not nice’ purposes!” You sassed back, and then turned to his basketball teammates, “Kasamatsu-san, do you have any extra food?”

“S-sorry, (l/n)-chan, but no.”

“Kobori-san?”

“Nada.”

“Moriyama-san?”

“As a matter of fact, (l/n)-chan, I do.” He stated, bringing out his bento, “And as a gentleman, I will share.”

You gave Kise an evil smile, much to his dismay.

One point awarded to (l/n) (f/n), no points to Kise Ryouta.

And even later.  

This is about the part where you regretted not asking Moriyama for some money. WHEN YOU HAD TO WALK SEVEN FUCKING KILOMETERS HOME.

“And (l/n)-cchi is in need, again.” Kise mocked, placing an arm around you, “What a shame, having to walk such a far distance, because she forgot her money.”

“Screw off,”

“And walk seven kilometers?”

“I-uh…”

“Thought so. But as a good friend, I-”

“I’LL GO TO THE DAMN DANCE OKAY?! JUST STOP WITH THE ‘GOOD FRIEND’ SHIT!”

“Alright!” He cheers, before walking you to the bus. Dropping some money onto your hand, he whispered

“You owe me.”

The bus door closed, with you seeing him blow a kiss through the transparent surface. A few other girls looked at you with jealousy evident on their faces.

You walked over to a nearby spot, trying to hide a smile and blush that formed on your face.

“That boy ain’t right.”


Maybe it was nice to change your Saturday night plans every once in a while. Your weekends didn’t always have to consist of you watching shirtless men until dawn.

It was a semi-formal dance, so your attire consisted of a (f/c) dress that reached above your knees, with a complimenting jacket over top. You also sported some sassy, heeled, knee-high boots that can break anyone’s crotch if you kicked them.

Placing some earrings for the final touch, you looked up in pride. Give that Kise a shock-

Speak of the devil. He was here.

“(l/n)-cchi…whoa.”

“I’d say the same for you too, player,” You replied, adjusting his blazer, “Ready to go?”

“O-of course.” Kise replied. You made sure to lock the door behind you.

The male outstretched his arm for you and led you into the car (no limo, sorry) that he had rented. A few cues to the driver, and the two of you were off.

At the dance.

Bright lights filled the scene, with people half-assedly dancing, talking, and drinking punch (except the bowl on the left. It was probably laced with drugs, as you inquired).

“Should I get us something to drink?” Kise mused.

“As long as it’s not from the punchbowl on the left,” You replied. Seriously, the people near there seemed out of it.

He returned, placing a drink into your hand. You wondered why he seemed antsy around you as he sipped his beverage.

“Um, (l/n)-cchi?” He pondered aloud.

“What is it Kise? You got the punch from the other bowl, right?”

“No, it’s just that-” He finished the cup, and discarded it to the nearest trash can; “I’d like an actual dance.”

“Oh, okay,” You replied, finishing after him. The song suddenly slowed down in pace.

“This one then?”

He nodded, taking his hands in yours, and moved along to the beat. As the song progressed you began to feel relaxed, and allowed a small smile to form on your  lips. He was flawless.

Kise turned elegantly, his body in tune with the slow music. Yet, there was a sort of harshness to him, like he was someone who shouldn’t be underestimated. You didn’t quite care at the moment, even with some of the envious stares you received.

Kise guided you across the dance floor as if the two of you were in a dream. He kept those golden eyes on you, yet still, he knew exactly where to take you. Every moment, every angle seemed to be planned in advanced. Nothing felt forced; you literally thought you was floating.

“Kise,” You whispered, “everyone is looking at us.”

He squeezed your hand slightly and smiled. “Really, (l/n)-cchi,” he chuckled softly, “I haven’t noticed.”

That was when you decided to let it all go. Free yourself from your worries, pain, and sorrow. Right here, right now; you were living.

Nothing else seemed to matter anymore; you allowed Kise to take you anywhere he pleased on this dance floor. He went right, you went right. He sped up, you sped up. The two of you became one with the song, with the dance and with each other. You continued like that until having to part, though disappointed to be at distance from his warmth. You couldn’t help but smile at Kise. In that very moment, you wondered why you didn’t see it before. He was perfect.

“Kise, I-”

“No, I have something else to say,” His voice dropped to a whisper, and then gazed directly at you with liquid gold irises, “I’d like you to be my girlfriend.”

The blonde male held you closer.

“I know you probably see me as an annoying boy who you can ask directions for, but I want to be more than that.”

You felt your heart rate escalate in your chest as you held onto him.

“Can you please give me an answer?”

A miniscule smile decorated your lips, looking at him with an ambitious look.

“Of course,”

“Really?!” His smile grew, as his features animated in joy. Kise embraced you tightly,

“I’m so happy right now, (f/n)-cchi!”

“Me too, Kise, me too,”

“Call me Ryouta instead.”


Dating Ryouta was like getting a dog. At first, the few days were fun, and then you just had to learn to cope. It has its ups and downs, but alike a dog, you have a lifelong partner.

Not saying Ryouta was a dog though.

You furthered your relationship all throughout high school, and surpassed everyone’s expectations about the two of you. Electricity and fire, you’d tell them. He was the energy, and the electricity of the relationship, and you were the flame that kept it going.  Sometimes, electricity causes fire (in regards to both science and your relationship).

You didn’t know that a few years down the road, after Kise quit modeling and took up piloting, while you enrolled in one of the best universities in Japan and graduated with both your Bachelor’s and Master’s in (favorite subject), that he’d be standing in front of you like this.

“(f/n)-cchi, I know I’ve asked you many questions, but this one, I just want to start with a foreword here.

I’ve loved you for a long time. I love your energy, your creativity, and, I know this is cheesy, but I love how much you complete me. Your vivacious remarks always keep me in line, and entertained. I know I’ll probably never meet anybody like you, and that’s why I’m telling you what you mean to me.

(F/n)-cchi, I love you so much; I want to wake up with you every morning, I want to start a family with you, and I just want to grow old and play bingo with you.”

His ardent gaze met yours, suddenly shocked by the sudden confession. He got down on one knee, and then held out a black velvet box.

“(L/n), (f/n)-cchi, will you make me the happiest man alive by marrying me?”

Honestly, you were so shocked by his words that the first response was to start crying. Tears flooded your sight, with the largest smile plastered on your face.

You tackled him onto the marble floor in the empty banquet hall.

IloveyouIloveyouIloveyou-”You chanted, gripping onto his body whilst sobbing onto his shoulders.

“Is that a yes?” Kise replied, rubbing your back as he kissed your cheek.

“Of course,” He finally got you still for a moment to place the amber gem around your finger.

And there, you continued to cry on his body, on the marble floor of an empty banquet hall. Alas, you couldn’t have felt any happier.


The wedding was on its way when Ryouta had a call from his previous modeling agency. It was an anniversary shoot for all the previous models who had worked there within a ten year span. And Ryouta, being extremely popular in the duration of his 7-year career, obviously had been needed for this.

You were there as he boarded the plane for London, where the company had restructured itself.

“Don’t forget about me!” You yelled, waving your arms through the crowd at him.

“Never will!” He replied back, blowing a kiss your direction,

Sometimes, truths and lies merge.

The photo shoot had gone as a success. There, Ryouta was along with the Japanese board, drinking and shouting their cheers upon success.

“So, hey Kise, why don’t you go enjoy yourself with all these women?” One of his ex-photographer's stated. The blonde male only shook his head as he sipped his champagne.  

“No, sorry, but I have a fiancee,”

“Oh, that woman,” Another staff member imputed, “She’s a little crazy.”

“No, she’s psychotic,” his makeup artist stated, “she went out of it with the apparent ‘misogyny’ that comes when women are forced to model. Honestly, Kise-kun, you deserve better.”

“I, no, uh-”

“C’mon.” his previous manager began, patting him on the back, “Enjoy yourself. Look at all the beautiful women out there for you. That (frequent mispronunciation/ other variation of name), is it? She wouldn’t know.”

Ryouta was about to protest, but bit his lip. It was only a few nights, right? It wouldn’t hurt (f/n)-cchi that much.

Oh, how he was so wrong.


“Ryouta? It’s 3 am in the morning. Where are you going?”

The male looks at you with feigned fatigue.

“I’ve just been called to patrol,” he states, buckling his belt, “Late night jobs. Aren’t they the worst?”

“Well, come back safe, alright?”

“Yeah, yeah,” he waved you off as he exited the door.

Well, that was weird, you thought to yourself.

In the near future, as you planned your wedding, he continued getting these strange job requests, often during the middle of the night and on weekends.

This night, he was so tired, that he forgot his engagement ring.

What a fool, you smiled to yourself, trying to support both his job and fiancee at the same time. He should learn to take breaks.

~~

You called up the local airport.

“Hello, who is this?”

“(l/n), (f/n).”

“And why may you be calling, at 11:00 at night.”

“I’d like to speak to Kise Ryouta.”

“I’m sorry, but he’s not...signed in right now.”

Your body temperature dropped, sending a cold sweat to your forehead.

“You mean, he’s flying right now?”

“No. He was never here.”

“And his previous records...in the middle of the night, perhaps?”

The sound of pages rustling could be heard.

“No...I’m afraid not.”

You clenched your jaw, feeling an immeasurable pain grow inside of you.

“Well, thank you for your time.”

Then, you hung up the phone.

~~

Driving around at 11:30 at night wasn’t always optimal, but you had to find where Ryouta was. You spotted a familiar black car, then decided to park near it.

“Ryouta? Ryouta,” You called out, the anxiety pulsing in your veins.

It was extremely hard to see, with all the jostling and flashing bright lights, but with a little push from the crowds, you spotted multiple women (in extremely revealing clothing, if I may add) engulfing the space near the blonde male. A couple on his lap (in which he sweet talked and kissed onto) and others, cooing and stroking him.

“So, Kise-kun, are you free tonight?” one asked kinkily.

“I’m free every night.”

“You’re single, right?”

“As always, my dear,” he stated, stroking her chin to kiss her, “I can’t be tied down by anybody, much less by an idiotic woman.”

The sight had made multiple emotions churn in the pit of your stomach. You didn’t know whether to scream, break down, or even throw that damned engagement ring at him.

Instead, you ran. From that despicable man, who you grew to love.  That man, who you thought would never leave you.

Not being loved, you knew, was supposed to hurt. You expected it to be like a slap in the face, or a punch in the gut.

Not like this.

It felt like you were drowning, your lungs collapsing for air,chest constricted from the pressure, as you fail to see the light, falling into the abyss.

But you just won’t die.


Your ex-fiancee, (what you have mentally dubbed Kise from now on) was ‘supposed to be gone’ for about a month. You called the wedding plans off, receiving your refunds.

You were at question of what to do with the rings. Throw them at the wall? Flush them down the toilet? Sell them for money?

You placed the rings in a nearby dresser. Biting your lip, you began to remember such bittersweet memories of your days together, and even that damned proposal.

“I won’t cry,” You blatantly told yourself. Nails dug into your skin hard enough that they elicited blood in a few seconds.The view in front of you blurred as you collapsed onto the ground, sobbing.

Did he even love you in the first place? Did he just use you so he didn’t have to be tied down with other girls during high-school? Did he feel that he was stuck with you?

The questions whirled around your head, creating a tornado of nausea.

“Fuck...this.” You tried to deny yourself of your pain, but it was no use. The fire had died.

~~

Later that night, you walked over to the nearest bar, downing the vodka as you hazed into a fuzzy state of mind. Everything blurred. From your emotions to your thoughts, it just wasn’t there.

Grabbing another pint, you guzzled it, enjoying the relaxation it gave you.

“ I love you, vodka,” you said aloud, to no one in particular, “You don’t cheat on me, after saying you’ve loved me for eight years. I love that you’re not a model, so it wouldn’t be easy for you to ditch me for a bunch of women with bigger fucking boobs and shit.”

An officer came up behind you.

“Are you okay, ma’am?”

“Just chillin’ out with my new love,” You replied giddily, stroking the nearby bottle of vodka, “I have so many~”

“Alright. Well, are you driving home?”

“Of course not. I’ll be-” You paused to hiccup, “walking.”

He gave you a very concerned stare.

“I don’t think that’s a good idea, miss.”

“I’ll be fine. There are no cars on sidewalks, right?”

He gave a grunt, which sounded like, ‘fuck-this-shit-I-don’t-get-paid-enough’.

You squinted at the male who was talking to you. He was darker skinned, while wearing a navy uniform. His hair and eyes seemed to match it.

“Can I call you ‘Mr. Navy’?”

“...What?”

“Your police uniform matches your eyes,” You stated, before teetering on your seat at him.

“You have very nice eyes, by the way.”

“Thank you.”

You looked up at him expectantly.

“What is it?”

“Aren’t you gonna say that my eyes are pretty too?”

“I’m sorry, but I’m not allowed to flirt with random girls anymore. I gave it up because of my job.”

“I wish my ex did that. ‘Cause after eight years and an engagement, he just, *hic*, started cheating on me. He said he didn’t want to be tied down by an ‘idiotic woman.’ Well, fuck you too, Kise!”

“Kise? As in Kise Ryouta?”

“Of course. That pretty little model shit.”

“And he was your ex-fiancee?”

“You got it.” You smiled at the male, before you stood, failing to balance yourself. Clutching the bottles of vodka to your chest as you made a beeline for the door, you said goodbye to your acquaintance.

“Goodbye, Mr. Navy. It’s nice talking to you.”

“Wait, miss, you can’t go home at that state.”

By the time he finished, you were long gone.

~~

The sidewalk seemed wider than you anticipated, although, there were random strips of grass in-between.

“That’s dumb,” you told yourself, as you eyed the grass. That was where sidewalks were cut off from the roads, but now, it seemed like they got wider. Argh, too hard for you to think about at the moment.

“Wait, miss!” ‘Mr. Navy’ called as he ran (at an incredibly fast pace, might I add) after you.

“Oh, hi~” you called out. Maybe you and him could become really good friends, and maybe you’d share your love, vodka, and-

He was screaming at you, but the drowsiness in your head made you deaf to his commands. You clutched your vodka to your chest as giant lights approached you in ferocious speed.

And that was the last you saw that night.

~~

“Midorima,” the tanned male called. He stared at the accident in both skepticism and shock.

“It’s two in the morning, nanodayo. What the hell do you want?”

“Kise’s ex is lying on the ground. She was just hit by a truck. We need an ambulance, ASAP.”

“Have you done CPR?”

“Yeah. She’s breathing, but unconscious. Her ribcage seems extremely fractured, and I’ve done what I can to stop the bleeding.”

“It will be right there, pronto.”


There’s ‘hell’ in ‘hello’.

‘Good’ in ‘goodbye’

‘Lie’ in ‘believe’

‘Over’ in ‘lover’

‘End’ in ‘friend’

‘Ex’ in next’

And an ‘if’ in life’.


After an exhilarating month away, Kise returned.

“(f/n)-cchi, I’m home.”

No response.

(f/n)-cchi, where are you?”

Continued silence.

“(f/n)-cchi,”

“Kise.” A deeper voice came from behind.

He returned to see both Aomine and Midorima in the doorway.

“What are you guys doing here? And do you know where (f/n)-cchi is?”

“She’s in the hospital, nanodayo.” Midorima began, adjusting his glasses.

“What, why?”

“She was hit by a truck.” Aomine replied.

“Well, I have to go see her!” Kise ran back, maneuvering his way to the car parked in the driveway. He ushered the other two in, before he (legally) rushed his way to the hospital.

~~

His eyes widened to see you, wires connected to your frail frame, ending with an oxygen mask. The monotonous beep of your sluggish heartbeat seemed too much.

“Why?”

Midorima handed Kise the paper of your casualties. The blonde male skimmed over the paper, biting his lip in concern.

“How come her blood alcohol consumption seems extremely high?”

“She was drinking pure vodka and other drinks.” Aomine informed him.

“Couldn’t you stop her? Isn’t that your job, Aomine-cchi?”

“No. She wouldn’t stop, no matter what I said, and kept complaining about how you’ve cheated on her. Apparently, you’re now her ‘ex’.”

All the blood dropped from Kise’s face, while the expectant men in front of him looked in realization.

“That’s scummish, nanodayo.” Midorima looked at the shorter male with a cold emerald gaze, “Rather, fate has given you what you deserve.”

He bit the innards of his cheeks, while looking at you once more.

“It wasn’t her fault.”

“Exactly,”  he pushed his glasses up, “she has been diagnosed with extreme amnesia. At best, she wouldn’t even remember you.”



"(f/n) cchi..." he breathed, his golden eyes averting onto the surface below. His thumb traced your finger, where the ring once was. What happy memory, the day he could finally be united with you. Where was that, or anything he put in the table with and for you, goes?

You stared back at him with wide eyes, as tears slowly pelted your lap.

"Kise-kun, I-"

"No, Ryouta. Please call me that instead..." he whimpered, his eyes nearing your hand.

"Ryouta," you began, fingers stroking his golden locks.

A stiffened voice spoke, "You always used do that when you needed to get your stress out, (f/n)-cchi."

"Well then..." shifting on your spot, you turned to meet his eyes, a pair of liquid gold irises that seemed to give everything for you.

"Tell me, everything that we were, before all this happened."

"Well, there was once a boy named Kise Ryouta," he began, "Who met a lost girl. That girl (l/n) (f/n) gave him a purpose. You see, Kise might've been a member on the Generation of Miracles, a basketball ace, a model, and even a high-ranking pilot. But what was Kise's point without someone else?"

He gave a rather wide smile, making you chuckle.

"(l/n)-cchi always got lost. Field trips, high school first days, the grocery store, you name it!"

Kise's smile was even wider, and more infectious by now, the two of you had mirrored each other's expression.

"Well, it seemed that (l/n)-cchi always ended up in Kise's life. (L/n)-cchi always got lost in life's path, but was always found in Kise's. You can literally say that I found you...'cause I did. Multiple times. Literally.

"Kise and (l/n)-cchi decided to stick together. Because they always merged paths. As Kise's friend, Midorima-cchi would say, fate. But then, Kise decided to make a big mistake-to leave (l/n)-cchi's side. And without Kise, she was lost. She tried to find her way back, only to the point where she was lost, further. Their paths wouldn't connect again. Whenever (l/n)-cchi was lost, she always managed to find a Kise. But she didn't, and...It was all Kise's fault."

"I'm sorry, (f/n)-cchi, I was just tempted, but look where it got us. It's my entire fault..." Kise repeated, "You don't even have to forgive me. Just...I should've known better."

“If it makes you feel any better, Ryouta, I hardly remember that,” You said, a broken smile forming onto your lips, “Although, I kind of wish that I would’ve remembered the good times.”

“Well maybe,” the blonde boy shifted from his makeshift seat, “There is something our friend Midorima-cchi said…”

“What is it?”

“Maybe, with a kiss, you’ll remember who we were,”

“That’s awfully cliché,”

“It’s still worth a shot,” He stated, cupping your face, “why don’t we try, (f/n)-cchi?”

You tilted your head, as you neared him. It was slow, first, the forehead touch, before you lowered, feeling a soft pair of lips on yours.

A familiar feeling of longing and love filled you.

It didn’t matter if it had worked or not, but at that moment, you knew.

There was no mistake. You were destined to be lovers.


This ended up being about 6400 words O.o
Well, this has been waiting in my 'unfinished' folder. I'll be writing more.
Like a Kagami x Reader, and a 3-part Akashi.
Plus some more Hetalia.
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We all need some sass.
*cue the vulgarities*
FREAKING KISE, AFTER WHAT YOU HAVE DONE YOU THINK I WILL FORGIVE YOU, HUH FORGIVE YOU FOR CHEATING ON READER-CHAN HUH.
//flips hair and sets up reader-chan with carrot-chan