A Price To Pay - Ayato X F!reader

A Price to Pay - Ayato x f!reader

Summary: You first knew Ayato years ago. He was handsome, charming, and loved to provoke a reaction from you. Yet, the love of your life, the next head of the Kamisato clan, left you. Now he was at your door, shocked to see you were home. If you put your anger aside, perhaps you'd learn why he had to leave you. You were one of the few who can cause him to lose composure after all.

Other info: Angst with comfort, hurt/comfort, 2.6k words, spoilers for Ayato's story quest in the first paragraph

(Inspired by his story quest. I wondered if something in Ayato's past could've made him more personally invested in the main conflict of the quest and it somehow turned into this. I hope you enjoy it.)

Passing by the notice board caused your stomach to drop once again. You knew it was irrational. The wedding was cancelled because it was merely a rumor to begin with. Nonetheless, it left a bitter taste in your mouth, churning up memories you thought you had put to rest.

You stopped in your tracks when you saw a figure at the front door of your home. He was tall, handsome, and elegant as always. You knew him well, many years ago.

You sighed as you approached the door and Ayato was startled to see you. He adjusted the collar of his kimono and you scoffed at his action. Despite now being older and more accomplished, he had the same telling habits when he was in an uncomfortable situation. He had better feel ashamed.

"My apologies," he told you. "I did not expect you to be home."

"What? Your informants gave you the wrong info?"

You struggled with the key at the door and when it opened, you glanced back at him, only to raise a brow at his expression. It was brief, but you were sure you had seen a small smile from him. You disregarded it.

Blocking the entryway, you stood in front of him and crossed your arms. "Why are you here, commissioner?"

His eyes widened, but only slightly, before clearing his throat. "I have business to attend to with your father," he told you.

"For the upcoming festival? He has more pressing matters at the moment. He left me in charge of it for now."

"Ah. I shall return another day then," he said with a polite smile, proceeding to leave.

"If you need to discuss something with me, you might as well spare me the pain and say it now." There was a deeper meaning to your words but you dared not to mention it now.

He fiddled with his sleeve, unsure how to reply. He resorted to a shrug and a chuckle. "I thought you despised being in my presence."

"I do."

Lightning striked in the distance, an ominous sign the skies would pour down with rain any minute. You sighed over the unfortunate circumstances.

"Come inside," you told him. "I have quite a few drafts that need approval. I was going to ask Ayaka but it seems my point of contact has changed to… you."

You gestured to him to come inside, and just as he stepped into your home, a trickle of rain began.

The inside of your home felt a lot smaller than usual. It was never as big as the Kamisato estate, but the last time you were both here was when you were much younger. Your retainer rushed into the room to welcome Ayato and to see if he would care for any refreshments. You went to your office in the back to retrieve the paperwork for the festival.

When you returned to the living room, balancing a stack of binders, Ayato quickly came to your aid. You pushed his hand away and walked to the table before dumping all your work on it.

Over the next few hours, the two of you discussed the drafts of the posters, brochures and other signage for the event. You needed to verify the accuracy of the information, not wanting to give the illustrators and designers the wrong information.

There were quite a few vendors selling goods at the festival, so it was a challenge to consolidate all of their information. Fortunately, Ayato was competent at his job and was familiar with each one like the back of his hand. Almost all.

"There's one more vendor from Liyue," he told you. "But I can't quite remember the name."

"Qingce textiles? You mentioned them earlier today."

"No, not that," he said, placing a hand on his chin. "I don't know if the spelling is correct. I will require one of my retainers to verify it for me."

"No need. I'm familiar with them," you told him. "I frequented their store." You dragged your pen as you wrote out their name. Traveling to Liyue in the past was a nice change of pace from the busyness in Inazuma. No, not the busyness.

You went there after Ayato called off your engagement.

"Have you heard from Watatsumi fisheries?" you asked him. "My father last told me they were still deciding on participating in the festival. Many people waited in line at their stall last year."

"That's a pity. I was told they ran out of their last batch of fish. A certain hired hand left them on the boat to spoil."

You widened your eyes in panic, wondering how your friend was dealing with the situation. But after spotting the slight uptick of the corner of Ayato's mouth, you rolled your eyes and returned your papers.

"That shouldn't be a problem for you, correct?" you asked.

"Of course," he replied. "Thoma also informed me they have plenty in their storehouses. Besides, they still have quite a bit of time before the actual festival to obtain fresh fish."

"So ultimately, your information was irrelevant."

"Perhaps," he told you. As you shuffled more papers, Ayato glanced at your empty cup. "You should get some more tea."

"I'll ask Mizuda to fetch it for me."

"I was implying you needed a break. I can continue here."

Your heart skipped a beat without your permission. Why was it that just after being with him for a mere few hours made you forget that you hadn't conversed in years? You ground your teeth, hoping his business with you would end swiftly.

When you returned from your tea break, you walked back to the living room with a cup in your hand.

"Is that… boba?" he asked. He glanced outside the window as the rain continued to pour down. "Where did you get it?"

"I made it."

You held out the cup and he stared at the drink in front of him. When he took it, his fingers grazed over your hand and he almost dropped the cup in the process. You eyed him, questioning his behaviour and he apologized for his uncharacteristic clumsiness.

The next few minutes were strange. Ayato knocked your biscuits off of their plate when reaching for a new sheet of paper. His sleeve got caught on the edge of his boba cup and caused it to flip over onto one of your binders. It was fortunately empty. You finally snapped when he dropped the ink bottle, which had just missed your rug.

"Ayato, what's going on?" you groaned.

"I–." He pinched the bridge of his nose. "It seems you still have this effect on me."

You bit your lip, picking up a few papers but you forgot why you needed them. "You–," you began before taking a breath to compose yourself. "You have no right to have any feelings for me."

Ayato was the boy who promised to go through everything with you. You were best friends turned sweethearts and he was elated to learn his arranged marriage would be with you. He loved to tease you yet you didn't mind. It was some of the few times he had fun as he diligently learned to be the next head of the clan.

You gripped the paper in your trembling hand, holding back tears threatening to blur your vision. "Why– Why couldn't you stay with me?"

He sighed as he leaned back in his seat. "You were simply the price I had to pay," he said, closing his eyes and head tilted towards the ceiling.

"What about me?" you snapped at him. "Don't you think I suffered as well?"

You knew he would be the next head of the clan. He prepared his whole life for it. But it was accelerated when his parents died. It was the burden he had to carry, you understood that. Despite this, the two of you promised to be with each other through these times and were excited to wed each other when you reached adulthood.

He continued to stare at the ceiling before rising from his seat and occupying the space in front of you. He bent down, knees on the floor, and, very gently, tucked in the edges of his kimono.

"I promised myself to never appear in front of you again," he told you. "I never considered an opportunity would arise to apologize to you."

He placed his forehead on the rug and you clenched your fists, your nails digging into your skin.

"I am sorry you had to suffer on my behalf."

"Don't you think it's too late? You never told me why you called off the engagement. Of course, I suffered! You got up and left without a word! How could you do this to me?"

Silence. He didn't give you an answer. Your sweet beloved had left you in a blink of an eye and yet he was here in your house.

You rubbed your temple. "Forget this. Let's just get back to work."

You picked up your pen but he hadn't moved from his spot. "Ayato?" You glanced below you; a small patch of the rug was damp.

You pulled him up. "Ayato," you said in a panic. Tears filled his eyes and coated his cheeks. He quickly hid them behind his hand.

"I've overstayed my welcome." He got up to rush out of your house but you took his hand. It required little force to halt his movements. The feeling of your hand in his had shocked him.

"Ayato," you said again, this time with a gentle tone. He bit his lip, attempting to steel his expression. But it was no use. The tears had already betrayed him.

"My love," you called him this time, and he turned around, embracing you in his arms. His sleeves spread over your back as his tears soaked your shoulder. You stroked his broad back in the same way he used to comfort you.

"Mizuda," you called your retainer and she entered the room. "Please retrieve a handkerchief for me." She nodded and left the room.

"You need not to worry about her," you told Ayato. "She's astute and tight-lipped. I trust her with my life."

He chuckled as he finally lifted his head. "How is it that you are comforting me when you have suffered unjustly?"

"Ayato," you said, staring into his eyes. "I was angry with you because you never gave me an explanation. I thought you didn't care about me anymore."

Your retainer returned with a handkerchief and Ayato wiped his tears. "This is quite amusing. After all these years of leading my clan, I am still very much immature. I am able to confront nobles, stand up against assassins, and uncover the deception of others," he takes your other hand, "but wasn't able to appear before you."

"Were you afraid I'd be angry with you?"

"No. I was afraid you'd be too understanding," he said. "And you would bear the cost of my decision alone."

You rubbed your forehead with the heel of your palm. "Now why would you do that– No, of course you would." He had his own way of dealing with his personal problems.

"I couldn't think of a solution that wouldn't cause you any pain." He released your hands and turned his head away from you. "I thought that you would at least have some consolation if you could direct your anger towards me."

"Is that why there was also an increase of suitors for me when you left?" you sighed. "Were you hoping I'd somehow be comforted by it?"

"No," he shook his head. "I had no hand in that. I considered it, but there was no one I could trust to take care of you."

You let out a sigh when your heart skipped a beat once again. "So why leave in the first place?"

"If I didn't, my sister–" He pinched the bridge of his nose. "No, disregard that. It was ultimately due to my incompetence that I could not fulfill my promise to you." His hand shook as he spoke, and he clenched it before hiding it from your view. "I could not rely on your family, lest we drag you down with us."

"Drag us down? Did you really think–?"

No. That wasn't it. He needed to ensure stability for his clan after his parents died. If it were only him left in the clan, the Ayato you knew would have run into your open arms, accepting any help you gave him. But if he chose you, he couldn't provide what his sister needed, a strong head of the family who'd forge a path for her. Her, along with the rest of his weakened clan and all who were under his care.

"You wanted to be able to stand on your own two feet." You closed your eyes and took a deep breath. "Incompetent indeed."

You didn't agree with him. Power dynamics didn't consume your mind like they did his. But now you could make some sort of reason behind his actions. Perhaps you were both too young and immature back then, not to mention Ayato had little time to grieve over his parents. And after you left for Liyue, he thought it best to not keep in contact.

"I do not ask for your forgiveness," he told you. "I have already put you through too much. But I will not allow you to suffer again," he said, looking directly at you. "I will ensure it."

He folded up the handkerchief and placed it next to him. "Did… you have any other questions? I hope it'll make our future interactions more bearable for you. If not," he continued, "I can arrange for someone else to take my place."

You pinched the bridge of your nose. This was too much to process. "Let's just finish up what we can for today."

The two of you worked for a few more hours and the sun had already set. You had difficulty concentrating and the side glances from Ayato didn't help at all. But one thing was for sure. You missed him. And he missed you.

"It's late." he told you. "I must return to the estate. I can arrange for someone else to come next time."

You crossed your arms, shoulders relaxed, as you leaned on a door frame, watching Ayato retrieve his belongings. "Will you be attending the festival?"

"Of course," he replied, squinting his eyes at a sheet of paper due to the dim light. "I must ensure it'll run smoothly."

"My retainer won't be working that week." You'd be alone then.

The paper fell to the ground as he lifted his eyes to you. He raised his hand to clear his throat. "Perhaps I… should come back to work here tomorrow. So that I won't be as busy during the festival." You raised a brow. "Or not. I'll get Thoma or Ayaka instead to–"

"I'm free Saturday."

Ayato's eyes grew wide. He tightened his lips together and you snorted as he struggled to hold back a smile. He nodded and quickly packed the rest of his papers before leaving your house.

The rain had stopped. The dim lampstands outlined his silhouette as he stood to stare back at your house once more, the man who sacrificed much to accomplish what he did over the years, the same boy you had loved dearly.

Perhaps fate would be kinder to the two of you this time around.

I hope you liked it. :) Fun fact: the textile business is a reference to the reader's occupation from my Kazuha drabble and the fishing business is the reader's from my Itto fic. I was too lazy to think of vendors so I used them. lol. Those two fics have completely different moods from this one though. :)

Please consider leaving a comment if you enjoyed this.

Edit: I wrote a fluffier part two here. :)

The Night We Met

[Summary] In the halls of their college, Sukuna which is known to be "The evil twin" finds himself inexplicably drawn to his twin friend, Y/N who embodies innocence and purity. He is well aware of his reputation and is taken aback by the unfamiliar emotions stirring within him. Would he be able to wrestle his own inner demons and blossom love for someone he never thought he could care about?

[Warnings] In this AU Sukuna and Yuji are twins. All characters are 18+, occasionally contains strong language, there's SMUT or mentions of it on some (majority) of the chapters, fights, blood, angst, fluff…you name it. If I am missing any other type of warning, please let me know!

Chapter 01

Chapter 02

Chapter 03

Chapter 04

Chapter 05

Chapter 06

Chapter 07

Chapter 08

Chapter 09

Chapter 10

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Don't Take My Sunshine Away Submission

There are a lot of trigger warnings but I can't spoil it in the end, uh blood, no kinky shit tho

In this fic, you are Chile's ex-bed partner.

You are my sunshine

You smile as your son is waving at you happily. He was but a baby who was waving their fist. You lend out a finger and he grasp it. He wasn't supposed to be born, but you still did despite the words, threats, sarcastic remarks that went to your way.

My only sunshine

You and Childe were never meant to be. He was a harbinger, you were a commoner. He doesn't love you, who was not at the same level as him. You can only warm his bed. Even you knew about it but you still fell in love with him. You knew that this will be the death of you but you didn't care. You'll love him as long as you want, you didn't care even if he didn't love you back.

You make me happy when skies are gray

You once thought of aborting the child once. But everytime you look down, you will unconsciously touch hour stomach while thinking of the child.

You'll never know dear, how much I love you

You will always have a smile on your face everytime you look at him. Even though you don't know how to take care of one, you tired your best. He was after all, your sunshine.

Please don't take my sunshine away

But you son only managed to live for 3 months before he got taken away from you. You still remembered how, you still remembered Childe's eyes when he looks at you. They were but cold eyes that were staring at you as if you were a dead person. It was nothing like of the past. Even though he didn't look at you with adoration, he still has a bright light.

The other night dear, as I lay sleeping

You have a smile on your face, so beautiful. The reason why a commoner like you got noticed was also because of your beauty. A beautiful woman who feels beauty from within, from the love you give to your ideas and the creative ways you express your soul. You who are the one who wraps your arms around the soul of the world, of all who love you and those who need to love.

I dreamed I held you as I lay sleeping

In your sleep, you unconsciously cradled your pillow, dreaming of your child who is away from you, who's life and death is unknown.

But when I woke, dear, I was mistaken

You awoke from your dreams, expecting to see your child. But you didn't saw him, you looked around the room until you realized.

So I hung my head and I cried

You hung your head and cried. You pour all your anger, bitterness, hatred, all of your emotions that bottled up in the past months. You did something you know the rational you wouldn't. You went to the kitchen, grabbed a knife and slit your left wrist deep. You didn't care, you just went to bed and went to sleep.

But you didn't know was that, Childe have to do that because he was a harbinger. He can't love you, harbingers' aren't allowed to have weaknesses. He loves you as much as you love him. He didn't kill your child, he brought him to the Tsaritsa in hopes to ask permission for his son to live. The Tsaritsa, even though has closed her heart, can see on how Childe loves the child. She gave him the permission to take care of his child. He was happy, the first thing he did was sail back to Liyue to find you. He saw your home and immediately smelled blood. He forced himself in and went to where the blood is, then he saw your figure, with a smile on your face, as blood stopped pouring out of your wrist. He was devastated. He... He didn't mean it to be like this! He just wanted to protect you. He cried. As he saw your figure with pale white skin, so pale that it meant that you are dead. He hold the of yours child, into his chest as tears runned down on his face. He promise you that he'll take care of the child, promise that he will never leave the child. Promised... But no matter what he would do, you won't ever come back. His child cried, so he went outside and called his men to take care of you. He look down and saw how the child has the same face, hair as you but his eyes are the same as him. He smiled, since he promised, he will accomplish it.

- 🥗 anon

Does this make sense? I also don't know. I just wanted some angst since I heard the song, I was thinking of Xiao as the person who lost someone but then I remembered Childe so... I didn't edit this so there might have been some mistake. As for the spicy Xiao, I can't make it without being distracted so... I'll just do it in the future.

Goodness I thought this was gonna be kinky but ended being nothing but paaaaain, sorry if I added a readmore, had to hide the ending because of possible suicide triggers

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4 years ago

how to draw arms ? ?

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A Happy Ending Yet to Happen

Characters: Xiao x F!Reader (Y/N), implied traveler x Xiao at end, ft. Venti and Paimon Fandom: Genshin Impact WC: 8.2k words Tags: character death, immortal(?) x mortal, grief, sadness, tears, angst, spoilers for Xiao’s voice lines and stories, Xiao might be slightly OOC in some scenes A/N: I’m pretty sure you can’t call Xiao an immortal since yakshas can die and stuff but like they live a long time so it sorta works HAHA. Also this hasn’t really been beta read and so there’s probably a couple of mistakes, sorry about that!

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4 years ago

くしゃみした弾みで隕石を漏らすおじいちゃん

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xiaoven date but with zhongli as their chaperone

bonus

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asians: pls care about racism against us

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Broken Promises

Scaramouche x F Reader (Angst)

Hello my dear readers! I hope you all enjoy this story. I don’t know what it is but I LOVE writing angst. It is my favorite and I love feeling pain…okay I'll stop now. Anyways, I’m going to shut up and let you read, so please, grab some popcorn and have fun reading this angsty story. :) <33333

You and Scara have been longtime friends. You work well together and have just been sent on a mission to collect a rare and precious pearl from a monstrous unknown creature. You two and a group of people went into a deep and hollow cave. However, once you find the pearl, the creature unleashes itself and tries to attack you all. And that is where this story begins~

I flew back into a stone wall, groaning as the painful impact surged across my body. I looked over to see Scara on the ground. The creature in front of us screeched loudly, emitting powerful and ear bursting vibrations. I quickly placed my hands on my ears, trying to block out the painful noise. A warm and liquidy substance trickled down my hands to my arms. I looked out of the corner of my eye and saw that it was blood. However, my attention was quickly turned away from the blood when I saw a sword head towards Scara. My eyes widened, my instincts quickly kicking in. I sprinted towards him and wrapped my arms around his body. We both fell over, but the sword cut deep into my upper arm, making me yell.

Scara’s eyes widened when he heard your pained voice. He looked up at you and saw that you had a huge gash in your arm. He grabbed you and brought you to a safe area.

He then tore some of the fabric off of his shirt, tightly wrapping around your wound.

“Stay here.”

You placed a hand on his and shook your head.

“No. It’s nothing I can’t handle. You can’t fight him alone.” You spoke back.

“I’m not asking, I’m demanding. You are not able to fight.” he said, but you ignored him and tried to get up, but he grabbed your waist and pulled you back down.

“Listen to me. If you get hurt anymore, I don’t–they don’t know what they could do without you.” He said, talking about the small group of people helping us.

“He’s right, Y/n. Besides, Scara and I will work together and finish him off. You stay here and rest.” Lumine said, popping up out of nowhere. She placed her arm around his body, causing both of us to tense up a bit. It’s needless to say that he and I haven’t had the greatest encounters with Lumine. She always tries to get in the way of us when we are training or just hanging out. It’s like she doesn't want Scara and I to be around each other so she can have him all to herself. It’s like she has a weird fixation on him, but maybe it’s just her not understanding that he and I would like to be alone at times.

But just as Lumine finished her statement, another sword came flying at Scara.

“Watch out!” You yelled, pushing him to the ground once more, the weapon just barely missing your head.

Lumine turned and quickly grabbed her sword and the one right next to my head. She ran towards the creature and swiftly drove her sword across two of its legs. The creature cried out in pain as a purplish liquid spewed out.

My eyes widened as she did that.

“No! Don’t!” You yelled, but she just ignored you.

“Scara, get his other two legs!” Lumine yelled.

“Stop! We can’t hurt it!” You tried to say, slowly getting up.

Scara looked up at me and glared, pushing me to the wall.

“I told you to stay put. Listen to me!” He yelled.

“But this is wrong. We only came here to get a pearl from the creature, not kill it!”

“Sometimes, you have no other choice Y/n.”

He then turned around and went to help Lumine, slicing the creature's other legs.

I watched them stab and wound the animal as it tried to fight back. While Scara was distracting it, Lumine tried to grab one of the pearls that were piled up behind it. However, the animal sensed Lumine's presence and attacked her.

“Lumine!” Scara yelled out. I looked up at the animal and tried to figure out what was so important about these pearls. Why is the creature so protective of them?

And that's when I felt a small lick on my hand, causing my head to turn. I gasped a little as I saw the same creature, only a much smaller and younger version of it. I saw that he had what looked to be an iridescent, white shell around him. I stared at it for a bit, picking it off of the animal. I looked behind it and saw more of the same shells leading to a large and rounded piece.

I put two and two together, making my heart sink. I looked at the pearls that the creature was defending and realized that they were not pearls…but they were in fact her eggs.

No wonder why she is trying to harm us. We were trying to take one of her own!

“Scara stop!” I yelled, but he ignored me.

“Please! These aren’t pearls! They are her-”

“Y/n! Shut up!” Lumine interrupted, helping Scara.

She managed to run up to the animal and pierce her leg once more, making the mother fall.

“You’re up Scara!” Lumine said with a smirk.

I turned to see Scara grabbing his sword and running towards the mothers head, about to stab her right through.

I couldn’t let this happen! It was just out right inhumane, so I did what I had to.

The mother shut her eyes, whimpering for what was about to happen. But nothing came.

Confused, the creature opened her eyes to see you standing in front of Scara.

His sword centimeters away from stabbing your chest. His eyes widened with shock as he couldn’t believe what you just did.

The creature took the chance to grab her eggs and disappear without a trace. Lumine and Scara stared at you with anger as you let the animal get away.

Scara slammed his sword down and grabbed you by the collar, getting close to you.

“What the hell did you do that for?!”

“Scara, I couldn’t let you kill her. Those pearls…those were her eggs! Her offspring! I couldn’t let you take her away from them.”

“You have no right in telling me and Lumine what we can and can’t do!”

“You and Lumine?” You said in disbelief.

“That’s right. She was the only one who was able to actually try and get the job done. Meanwhile you let your guard down and got soft…all because what? A mother and her eggs?”

“Yes! Because those eggs need their mother to protect and nurture them.”

“No they don’t! Look at me! I never had a mother and I turned out just fine. You are too soft…which is what makes you weak! Not to mention you almost got killed! Do you know how hurt I would’ve–your family would’ve been? You can’t just do something so idiotic! Use your brain, Y/n!” He yelled at you.

“Maybe you should start using yours! Do you hear how horrible you sound right now? You were willing to kill an innocent creature for your own good!”

“That monster was not innocent! It tried to kill us!”

“Yes, because it saw us as a danger to her and her babies! She was just trying to protect them!”

“Enough! You obviously are not in the right headspace. I think you should go back home. Lumine and I will continue our mission that you made us fail!” He said, turning away from you.

You stared at him in disbelief and heartbreak.

“You’re leaving me?” You said in a quieter tone, making him stop.

“Yes, because you will be nothing but a burden to my mission. At least Lumine will be able to help me out. I’m done with you, Y/n. Maybe next time.” He said, leaving you.

That’s when you broke down.

Tears fell down your eyes. From the terrifying experience, from the guilt of terrorizing a poor creature and her eggs, from the harsh words Scara spoke to you, but most of all, him leaving you behind is what broke your heart the most.

You two even made a promise to never leave each other, especially after you found out what happened to him. You still remember it like it was yesterday. You had invited him over to your family’s place to eat, which he tried to decline…but with you being you, you wouldn’t take no for an answer.

–flashback–

“Scara? Are you still here?” Your voice was heard. Scara quickly wiped his tears away, but you walked in on him just in time. You pushed past the vines that were blocking the entrance to your house from the back yard.

“Go away.” he spoke

But with you being stubborn, you stayed and instead walked closer to him.

“What’s wrong? I thought you were having a great time.”

“I am…well, I was–”

“Is it my brother? He can be a handful sometimes, but he means well.”

“No, it’s–”

“Is it the food? Was it too spicy? Too sweet? Not enough seasoning?”

“No, it was good…I-

“Is it me? Are you annoyed by my presence–”

“Y/n!” He slightly raised his voice at you, causing you to back down.

He stared at you apologetically and sighed.

“You have all been great…it’s something I’m not used to, especially your parents.” He spoke. Making you perk up at his statement.

“What do you mean? Were your parents…not that great?”

He chuckled.

“Just having a mother and a father would have been great…” He said, tears welling up in his eyes again.

“You mean…you don’t have any?” You asked, making him frown once more

“I had one…Raiden Shogun. She was the one who created me. I looked up to her. I loved her. I viewed her as my own mother. However, she wanted nothing to do with me. She abandoned me, and left me in the dust to rot away.”

You stared at him with sorrow, feeling anger towards the purple haired woman. How could someone be so cruel?

“But, that’s not all. I found a friend, who helped me and sheltered me. He was very kind…until he, too, left me. And then, I found one more friend who I thought would be by my side forever…until he passed away and left me.”

“Scara…I’m so sorry.”

“That’s why you see me like this. Over the years, I have relied on others, only to be left behind. I had to learn how to fend for myself. I can’t trust anyone but myself anymore. I can’t stand the sight of some people either. And…when I see you and your family together, laughing and cherishing each other's time, I can’t help but feel anger and envy.”

You stared at him in silence, your heart bleeding out for him.

“It is selfish, I know–”

“No.” You interrupted him, taking his hand in yours. He looked at you with teary eyes, seeing your teary eyes as well.

“You have every right to feel those emotions and more. You have lived through a life that most have not lived through. You have been hurt and betrayed over and over again…and I am, from the bottom of my heart, so sorry that all those things happened to you.” You said with a broken voice.

“You don’t have to feel sorry for me. I’m used to getting left behind. Honestly, I am ready for when you leave me as well.” He said, making you shake your head.

“I will not leave you.”

“You will.”

“No!” You yelled at him, making him flinch a bit out of shock from the sudden outburst.

You quickly wrapped your arms around him, holding him close. He tried to pull away, not used to the feeling, but you wouldn’t let him go.

“Let. Me. Go.” He said, but you shook your head.

“No. You need this.” You said softly.

Slowly, but surely, he started to give in, enjoying the warm and cozy sensation.

You pulled away to look at him, your arms still wrapped around him.

“Let’s make a promise.”

‘A promise? For what?” He asked you.

“A promise that we will never leave each other behind, no matter what.”

Scara couldn’t help but chuckle.

“There is no way you could-”

“Scaramouche. When I make promises, I never break them. And I’m not going to start anytime soon.” You interrupted him

He looked at you with hesitance, seeing your pleading eyes.He sighed as he finally broke down.

“Fine, if you promise to never leave me behind, I promise to never leave you behind as well.” he said, making you smile and hug him tightly.

“Deal.” You said, making him genuinely smile for the first time in forever.

Not only that, but you also made his heart beat for the first time in forever as well.

–end of flashback–

You watched as he left you behind, breaking the promise like it was nothing. You never knew you could feel this awful. You loved Scara, and not just in a friendly way…you loved him romantically. You knew it was stupid to fall in love with him when he can’t even feel it…it would just end up breaking you…and it did. It truly did.

Now, you were all alone. Sure you had other friends, but no one understood you like Scara did. You two were inseparable…until now.

Your heart felt like it tore apart as you fell to the ground, curling up against a wall. Quiet sobs escaped your mouth. Suddenly, you felt a familiar lick on your hand, causing you to look up. You saw the same little creature as before, staring at you with saddened eyes.

It knew you were in pain, and so it cuddled right up to you, trying to decrease your pain.

You couldn’t help but smile sadly as you saw the little bugger trying to cheer you up. You wrapped your arms around it and held it close.

The creature licked your wounded arm, making you gasp.

“Don’t lick that little guy. You could get sick- huh?” You interrupted yourself. You looked down at the gash and saw that it was slowly healing from the saliva of the creature. You looked at it with awe.

“No wonder why they wanted you.”

The creature licked your face like a puppy would, making you chuckle quietly.

“Don’t worry little guy. I will make sure no one hurts you or your family. You all are under my protection now.”

Suddenly, the mother appeared out of thin air, startling you. She looked down at you and snarled, but when she saw her little one playing with you, she stopped.

“I am sorry for what we did. We didn’t know….but I understand everything now. Please forgive me.” You said, bowing to the gigantic creature. She looked down at you with concern, but that look of concern quickly turned into one of care and appreciation.

She laid down next to you, letting her other littles that had already hatched, run around.

You watched them as they ran to you to cuddle you.

You were extremely hurt by Scara…but what these cute creatures were trying to do really helped distract you from it.

–Weeks later with Scaramouche–

I plunged my sword into the ground as I still couldn’t find Y/n. Frustration and anger were emitting off of my body. Those feelings weren’t towards her…they were towards myself.

“How could I have been so cruel to her. I hurt her…I ruined everything between us…all because I couldn’t fucking control myself!

He hit a tree with his fists, leaving nothing but blood on them. His hands were raw by this point and he fell to the ground.

Tears welled up in his eyes as he looked at the ring you got him. It was a friendship ring that signified your promise between each other. He didn’t deserve it…he didn’t deserve you and yet he tossed you away like you were nothing but paper. He couldn’t believe what he had done, especially with his feelings towards you. Yes, the one and only balladeer had in fact fallen in love with you. He didn’t want to at all. In fact, he was afraid to.

But whenever he saw you, ready for a next adventure with him, he couldn’t help but give in to that emotion. You always did sweet little things for him that you might not have noticed, but he did. You would always allow him to rest on your legs, softly petting his hair that made him go crazy. You always got protective of him if someone insulted him. You always made sure he was okay and allowed him to speak his mind. Everything you did with him just made him fall head over heels for you. And no matter how hard he tried, he just couldn’t get rid of those feelings.

And now…because of him, he lost it all in one day.

After your argument that day, he realized what he had done and instantly went back to apologize to you. But you weren’t there. So, he tried your house, but nothing. He tried to ask your other friends and even your family, but they had no idea. He kept asking around but got nowhere. It has been several weeks now and still no trace of you whatsoever. He was terrified that something horrible happened to you. And it would’ve been all his fault.

What if someone kidnapped you and was torturing you? What if you were locked away forever? What if you…what if you had been dead?

All of these thoughts continuously ran through Scara’s mind and he couldn’t get rid of them.

Every night he hoped that you would just randomly pop up, greeting him happily so that he could grab you and hold you close to him, never letting you go. He wants to feel you again, he wants to hear your sweet and melodic voice again, he wants to just straight up kiss you and confess all of his feelings to you in hopes that you return those feelings.

But who was he kidding, after what he did, you would never feel the same. And that’s something he would have to live with.

But no matter what, he will continue to search for you until the day he’s gone. He will stop at nothing to get you back. Absolutely nothing

–

Suddenly, he heard a large commotion coming from a city nearby.

Curious, he quickly ran towards that city, seeing what the noise was all about.

He saw a huge crowd gathered together and what seemed to be a medium sized creature strapped down to a board. It was whimpering at the sight of everyone as it tried to escape.

As Scara got a closer look, he realized it was the same creature he fought the day you and him got into an argument. Except this time, the animal was much smaller than the one he fought. His eyes widened as he saw what the people around it were doing. The people were tormenting, throwing rocks at it while poking it with pitchforks. Scara instantly felt regret when he harmed one of that creature's kind.

What was wrong with him? How could he have let himself try to harm such an innocent creature, especially the mother? Now, here he was, watching people torture what is probably the mothers child.

He needed to stop this and quick!

However, his thoughts were quickly interrupted when he heard a loud and ear piercing sound. Everyone screamed from the impact, as did Scara. They all fell to the ground, their eyes shut close, and their hands on their ears.

“Leave the creature alone and let him go. Or else there will be dire consequences.” A familiar voice said. Scara opened his eyes only to feel his heartbeat out of his chest. He saw the same creature he fought weeks back…but that wasn’t what made his heart pound. What made his heart pound was that finally, after so long, he saw you riding on the back of the mother. Standing proud and strong. Now was his chance to get you and fix his mess.

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Part II coming soon! I hope you enjoyed, my dearest

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3 years ago

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