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xdawndragonx · 6 years

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Amethystdia’s Backstory

@amethystdia @dramaticmari

For the irl Villain! AU. This is a present! Hope you guys like it~

Ame was cold. It was dark. She ran away from home. Home wasn’t even “home”, it was just a place where she had a bed, food and a small, small place to call her own.

It was about time to run away.

She grit her teeth and growled. Pulling her backpack full of her essentials closer to her to try and warm up, she growled and sniffed the chilling air.

“It’s not fair. Why can so many others be happy, yet I have the worst "family”.“ Ame hissed quietly. She didn’t stop walking though, salvation was near within this heartless Kingdom. So many times she had asked them to help her. They simply scoffed at her and told her to shush. Told her to watch for the prettiest and the purest. Told her that her parents were perfect. Told her to stop whining about nothing.

Her parents. They looked like the perfect pair from the outside. Her mother; fair, pale, angelic. Her father; crisp, cool, loving.

But remember what they tell you, "Never judge a book by it’s cover”.

Her mother was obsessed with staying young and beautiful. She neglected her because of her obsession with beauty.

Her father wasn’t any better. He constantly went out for publicity stunts. He never stayed home for too long, the most longest time she remembered was 10 minutes. 10 minutes.

It was just unfair.

So this is what happened. Light. She could see light. She was getting closer.

This place. She needed to get away from this place. It smelt of makeup and plastic.

Ame began to run. It was huge. Cars parked outside, patiently waiting. Planes were carefully lined up, waiting for take off. She didn’t have a ticket, but she didn’t need one to get out of here.

She’d be able to find food by watching the trashcans. Some people would throw away perfectly good food, still packaged because they were under the impression that you wouldn’t be able to bring anything edible through the way to the plane vendors.

She went inside and audibly sighed as a burst of warm air hit her body, soothing it from it’s pains.

Right. She needed that plane. To get to there, the place in which dreams came true.

Taking the backpack off her shoulders, she breathed out a huge huff of air. It was now or never.

“Fake Passport? Check. Emergency Currency? Check. Old aeroplane ticket? Check. Sketchbook?-”

Ame loved her sketchbook. It contained all of the fashion designs that she had thought up, from when she was only 6 to now. It was her precious. Ideas for clothes, accessories and touches of makeup.

“Check.”

Ding-Ding

…

She ran into the ticket checking lady when the time for the plane was just about to leave. The tickets the lady had in her hands scattered all of the floor, including Ame’s ticket. Ame said that she saw her father go onto the plane and the reason as to why she was late was because she was getting some water for said father.

Ame smiled as she realised that the Lady was hurrying her to go onto the plane as she began to pick up all the scattered tickets.

Lift off.

Ame went straight to the toilet and waiting for it. This was the perfect excuse for not sitting down yet, as she watched all of the seats for middle class. There had to be empty seats, especially at the back.

She smiled. There were.

…

She had successfully gotten away from home. To a place where dreams came true.

This airport smelt of work, effort and ambition.

She quickly scampered out and asked for directions to the nearest care home or orphanage. That would be her bunking site.

“Next… Oh, part time job!”

…

She couldn’t aquire a part time job.

“Too young. Your license does prove that you come from a high fashion-business chain, but from your sketch work and age, I’d say this is a fake.”

“That card is not a fake! I am a close relative to the owners of this fashion company! I am not lying!”

“Suuurreee you aren’t little girl,”

“Fine. I’ll go. You’ll regret it though.”

…

She began stealing. Money was getting less and less everyday so it was a good pastime to do so.

Sneaky as a fox she was.

Some orphans even called her “Foxtrot” as a joke sometimes, as she gave some of her spare change over to them, telling tales on how she did so. They were like her cousins in a way. Close enough, but not too close.

It all began with that person who defied her. In the job office, saying she was a fake.

She sure gave him Hell after that.

She pretended to leave the building, and then waited at the Staff Exit for that pompous human to show up.

He did in the end show up, not to mention looking rather scruffy. Loose coins in trouser pockets, untied tie and a very fine trenchcoat that would sell rather well.

It would be a shame if that trenchcoat was taken. It would be an even bigger shame if he lost all that loose change… So, she went for it, sneakily under the cover of the darkening sky, hiding in foliage of trees and shrubs.

Ame crouched, the adrenaline on what she was about to do was intoxicating. Flooding her sences like a numbing blanket. She was alive. It was almost fun in a way, doing something that scandalous and having a high percentage of getting caught, but it just excited her.

She was going to commit a crime. Why did she not feel scared doing so? Why did it only make her go crazy with anticipation? Was it because of the way she grew up?

Ame needed a distraction to be able to get to his pockets quick enough.

She thought, taking off the backpack that she carried so dearly around with her. After all, it kept her most precious object, why would she just leave it lazily somewhere?

“… A note. A creepy letter. That would be enough to distract him.”

…

It worked. The slap-dash creepy letter she had written had in fact worked! It was almost comical in a way, with a page from her sketchbook and an inky, ball-point pen she carried with her sketchbook she had managed to create a silly, horror note.

She watched him slowly walk up to the crumpled note, clearly interested, before bending downward to reach for it.

It was at this moment she let out an ear-piercing screech that had rattled her own throat.

She inwardly smirked as she watched her victim freeze up in fear.

This was when she sprung into action.

“HELP! SOMEBODY HELP ME!”

She pretended to scream, waiting for the man to do something, anything first.

As she had predicted, he began to run, towards the sound of her voice.

She shuffled quietly into the bushes before turning so she was following behind him in the shadows. It was really getting dark now, some highlights of sun shining in her eyes.

“Wait… There’s nobody here…?”

She pounced onto his back, making sure her hand was forcefully keeping his neck down on the ground. She kicked him hard in the groin with her shoed foot to make him double over in pain and she began to steal the coins that resided in his back pockets.

He still hadn’t seen her face. He was beginning to think of fighting back, so she hit him hard on the back of his head to try and divert his attention.

Funnily enough, it was successful.

She then began to swiftly reel up the lovely trenchcoat he wore, replacing it with a ragged, drappy scarf she had found left on a park bench.

“That should let him not notice the coat for a little…”

She then ran for her life, and never looked back.

Now, it was just a part of her daily routine.

She had become a master stealer.

…

She was sitting at a public food court. Residing silently in the corner at the very back so she wouldn’t attract attention.

She was chewing on a sandwich she had managed to hussle out from being thrown away whilst still in packaging whilst drawing in her sketchbook. She still longed to be a fashion designer, to have the most beautiful of garnets all on front display. It was just in her blood.

She was about to leave. Her sketchbook safely in the bag hanging on her shoulders.

A figure approached her. A fairly young man wearing a befitting, ominous black coat and matching hat. All she could see was the malicious smirk plastered on the stranger’s face.

“Greetings Foxtrot… Or should I say Ame? You’ve been on my radar for a while and I am personally very intrested with you.”

Ame inhaled.

“I’m sorry sir, you must of mistook me for another person.” She answered evenly, beginning to try and walk away without even glancing back.

“Ah-”

He blocked her way out with his wide frame.

“I’m afraid Miss Ame, that I defiantly know I’m not mistaken. I’ve been following you ever since you did your first knock-out crime. Oh? That seems like a long time ago now I think about it. It was very entertaining watching you grow.”

“Listen here Sir, just get straight to the point and what is it that you want from me?” She hissed, almost bearing teeth in the process.

“I’d like to recruit you as a personal designer as well as material provider for my group. Your designs flourish in that sketchbook of your’s. I know about your current financial situation and I will willingly pay you for your services. Don’t worry, I’m not lying sweetie. I’ve seen your potential first hand~” He practically purred.

“How much? What times will I work? How can I even trust a shady person like you to begin with?” She bit out, gritting her molars. She clutched her bag closer.

“Payment? Ah, I’d think about more than 50 per hour. Your schedule is all up to you, the minimum amount of time you have to come is 2 days.”

“Hnn… You promise I’ll get to be a fashion designer?”

“Of course dearie.”

“Deal.” Ame instantly replied. She inwardly grinned.

Now, Amethystdia works for “heLPless” as the group’s personal styler and supplier. Content and happy with herself as bit by bit she creates her own clothes by stealing from others. Material and design.

“Mother, Father, are you proud of me yet? I finally have my own clothes lines!”

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The End! I’ve been working on this for a long time- ^^;; Hope you guys enjoy. - Dawn/Sem

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