Target! [ SweetDevil!America x Reader ] 02

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SweetDevil!America x Reader
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Chapter Two: Meeting...Sort Of?
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About a week or so have passed since America had found his target, (y_n). He's been watching her like a hawk, his eyes never leaving her willowy figure; he hasn't allowed her to see him yet. The moment wasn't right yet, after all, the black shadow that's looming over here hasn't become a black abyss yet, there's still a small shred of light, of hope left in her small, crippling body.

Hope for what? America wasn't too sure, then again. Humans make little sense, their born, they fight, they live and then they die. Simple as that, America has often found himself wondering if life were that simple for a devil then would they be able to rest in peace as well.

Placing his hand on his chin, he watched as (y_n) went about with her usual daily things. Waking up, going to the bathroom, changing her clothes, eating breakfast, and then reading stories to children or enjoying the nature outside of the hospital walls. Snacking on a hamburger America decided that it would be best if he were to just watch you a little bit closer to you.

Wanting to hear what you were reading, since you looked as if you were passionate about what you were reading. And the children seemed to enjoy your voice, so it was as good a time as any for America to walk towards you to listen to what you were reading, and to hear your voice. The children surrounding you have their own little black shadows, but they are very light, their black shadows are nothing compared to yours.

After all, you've lived for much longer than they have, and the shadow that looms over you has been settled down on you for a much longer period of time, but, overlooking that one true fact, time to listen to your voice.

"So, the girl was separated from her family. Lost in an art gallery the little girl was lost, thirsty, and hungry. Wanting to rest she was not given that option, she was left alone, alone to run away from all of the horrible creatures and images that were waiting for her once she left the safety of the blue roses side." You paused, looking at the children you said. "So…that's all for today kiddy's~"

America was slightly stunned, for you held no book in your hand; you merely recited a few sentences from the horror game Ib. The children stared at you, in awe, almost as if they were angry with you for suddenly stopping right there in the middle of your story. The children slowly filtered away from you, returning to their own rooms, or to go and play in the sandbox or something, leaving you all alone, with your notebook and the nature around you.

Finishing his hamburger, he took a seat at the end of the picnic table. Staring at you, your red notebook interesting him greatly, he couldn't help but want to see what you were doing. Moving a little bit towards your notebook, reaching for the flimsy pages with his gloved hands, America thought that he would be able to flip it open and make you think that it was the wind.

But, alas it seemed as if you were plotting against him. For you picked up your journal, causing his hand to clamp down onto your wrist, causing you to jump a little bit, and to fall of the picnic table. Which in your case was apparently normal, since no one around you reacted to your tumble off the table, you simply stared at the spot where he was sitting, and then to your wrist. As if you were inspecting it for any bruises or whatever humans do when someone grabs their wrist.  

You stood up, staring at the table, you looked to your left and then to your right and you walked back towards your room in the hospital. Following you, another hamburger in his hand he followed you back to your room, placing your notebook back down upon your desk, he watched as you writhed in pain, again all alone on your bed.

America's nails were becoming long again, inch by little inch. Covering his face with his hand he tried to ignore the urge to kill you right there. Because watching a human write in pain is like a drug to the devils. The more pain there is the more drugged they feel. Turning away from your bed, he passed through the door, walking to the male humans bathroom he took a seat down on the white tiled floor, trying to ignore your pain, trying to take on some of it himself.

Because after all, if you were to die now then your death conditions would not be met, and he has to make sure that those conditions are met. Once he felt that your pain was over, he pass through the doors again, walking into your room he found you asleep, your notebook opened and words written inside on the collage ruled paper. The words reading,

'Who are you? And why have you been watching me?' so she could see him? This isn't good, if she can see him and he hasn't allowed it, then her death is coming to fast, he's going to have to make sure that he keeps you alive till it's time for you to actually die.
Grabbing your pencil, America took the thin object into the palm of his hand as he wrote his 'true name' on the piece of paper. Knowing that you would find it when you wake up, you'll know that it is him, the man who's been following you for a while, stalking you while you made your recovery in the Saving Grace Hospital.

My name is Alfred F. Jones and I am your guardian angel and when you wake up in the morning you will read this note and understand what has been going on. But…the only thing I can hope for is that you will understand the choice I will have to make when I leave you behind in the end.

Tossing your pencil to the side, America decided that it was okay that he'd given you his real name, after all it's not like you could do anything bad with it right….right? With that America closed his eyes, his world becoming dark as your sleeping from was the last thing in his mind. Upon waking up in the morning your eyes landed on your notebook, seeing the message and the man's name written on the page where you asked your question, you couldn't help but smile, you didn't think that this odd devil like man would answer you. But your biggest question is…

If he's your guardian angel….why does he look like a devil?