The Impenetrable Harbinger | Scaramouche

Squeamish

"Have you ever talked to Number Six by any chance?" 

You glanced up at who was speaking to you... Tartaglia, the Eleventh Harbinger, or as some liked to call him, the Snezhnayan Heartthrob. You never referred to him for any missions, he just liked to be seen and flaunt himself, you found it quite annoying. 

"Not that I recall, no," you decided to finally answer him tilting your head in a why-do-you-ask manner. 

He sighed deeply before continuing, "He's been so moody towards me recently I was hoping someone might want to, oh I don't know, cheer him up?" he looked at you with puppy dog eyes. 

Really?  You thought to yourself, why ask me and not maybe you know LA SIGNORA. You briefly answered the young puppy begging at your knees with a simple, "No." 

"Huh?" He broke his stare, "Why not? Wouldn't it be fun to understand more about the other Harbingers?" 

"If they're like you I might as well quit," You glared at him over the top of your documents, "Plus I have work to do, the gnosis of the Pyro archon isn't gonna get here itself."

"P-pyro archon you say?" The ginger wasn't very comfortable with how casually you spoke of the god of war, he seemed to shiver as you nodded. Tartaglia sat next to you for a good 15 minutes saying nothing just watching you write intensely, until finally you spoke up.

"Call him to my office with his documents if he has any," You got up and pushed in your chair leaving the boy starstruck behind you. Once he gained back his senses he ran after you.

"Seriously?" He was quite taller than you, seemed around a foot? No probably closer to 8-10 inches taller, you felt like a child standing next to The Childe. You simply nodded and he ran off screaming with joy, if this Number Six was like Childe he would be dead before the day ended. 

Honestly after meeting him you wish he was like Number Eleven...

You heard a stomping coming up your hall, the hairs on your neck stood up. Great he's here. You sat and listened to the stomping become quieter the closer it got to your door, hmm maybe Number Six saw you as a threat? Cute...

Knock Knock "Number Two? It's me, Scaramouche Number Six," you asked your assistant to grab the door. A slight jingle fled into the room, goodness. 

"Huh?" you blurted out. The small man dressed in Inazuma attire approached your desk. He sat down and looked towards his feet, his documents laid straighten on his lap. 

"You said you wished to see me," He was breathing in a fast manner, did he have a high school crush on you or was he just stupid?

"Hmm, yes I did seem to do that," you paused setting your papers down resting your chin between your intertwined hands, "Number Eleven said you were causing quite the fuss and he wished for me to take care of it." 

"He did WHAT?!" that was the moment you knew this was a bad idea...

<3~Author's Notes~<3 

This is my first time writing like this honestly I'm kinda liking it B)

Also! Art credits go to Kuroten-Kun on DeviantArt!