Scent Of Love (Levi X Reader)

Chapter 9

A/N: This chapter mostly contains flashbacks of Reader's memories (Written in italic).
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[Author's PoV]

"Eww, gross..."

"Are you a dog?"

"That's creepy..."

"Sniffy dimwit!"

Immature, bullies, young and stupid. Yeah. The exact word to describe the children who would casually throw the poisons of their tongues towards the six-year-old girl in their everyday basis. She didn't cry -at first- but once it did pang through her heart, her eyes pours out tears silently as she clutch the pain tight in her chest. It was always like that.

A walk from home to school...

At school...

...and a walk from school to home.

She could barely say anything when she enters the house. When her parents greeted her with a wide smile, it soon turned into a worrying glance. When she didn't greet back, she just ran over into her room and unleashed her anger onto her comfortable and 'innocent' pillow.

"Why? Why does it have to be me?!" She clenched her jaw as she curled up a fist and hit her pillow hard on the bed. "They... They..." Unable to continue her words, she groaned in anger as she let her body fell onto the comfy white mattress. She was never too happy nor bored with the gift she has. She can smell people and with that smell, she can tell their emotions. But then again, it felt like it was a never ending curse that caused her heart to ache everyday after school.

There was a silent knock before the door swings open. "Honey? Is everything okay?" Said the soft and gentle tone of a woman.

(Y/n), gifted with a talent of 'smelling' other people's scent, turn her head only to see her mother smiling at her apologetically. "I'm fine..." She muttered, burying herself under the 'beaten' pillow.

Her mother, (M/n), chuckled as she tuck strands of her hair behind her ear. "Is there anything you want to tell me?"

The little girl's eyes were shut close for a mere second until finally she decided to heave out a sigh and push her body away from the comfy material. Crawling to the edge of the bed, she didn't look at her mother but instead, she glanced down towards the warm carpet. "They're doing it again..." She sniffed as she sat in seiza style.

"Oh honey..." Her mother strolled into the room and sat next to the little girl. "I'm sorry to hear that. I'm sure they-"

"-meant no harm..." The girl continued. Rising her knees to her chest, her eyes narrowed as she muttered, "You always said that to me..."

"(Y/n)," the woman felt sorry. Although the talent of being able to scent people's fragrance ran in the little girl's blood, the woman didn't know what to do. Neither she nor her husband has that talent except for the little girl's great grandfather. "I'm sure you'll get the hang of it. One day, they'll see how great your talent is and they'll look up to you in a way you cannot imagine."

"How?" The girl spoke. "They said all those bad words everyday..."

Being the woman that bear the girl in her womb for nine months, she couldn't stand to see her daughter crying in her room everyday after school. She wanted to help and she knew she needed to start looking for it right now. Determine to help her daughter feel the love of others and to love, there's only one thing she can do. "(Y/n), mama will help you..."

She then walks away from the girl's room, leaving the girl with a blank expression, wondering how her mother can help stop the bullies from clawing her heart again.
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"(Y/n)," You blinked as the voice snaps you out of your thoughts.


Fidgeting your fingers that was on your thigh, you muttered in response. "S-Sorry..." As your eyes glances up, there stands an old man -not more over 40s- with dignity and pride. The man you respect and lovingly listens to. "Father..."


"Are you listening?"


Nodding slowly, you spoke. "You're saying that what the ancestors wrote in this book is true? If that's real, why did...he..." You stop midway, taking a long glance at the book that was given to you the day after you encountered the raven-haired male.


"Things like this takes a while..." He said. Slowly walking towards the sofa, he sighed before taking a seat. "If what Mike predicted that this 'Levi' is your true soulmate, than that's the start of a new challenge for you..."


You didn't utter a word. You have Levi's words planted in your head and somehow you couldn't pull it out. 'I'll prove you wrong' and 'this is all your fault' he said. From the deadly glare, you knew that he hated you; just like those bullies back in your days.


"I don't hate him..." You muttered, causing your parents to release a questioning hum. "But why is this happening right now? I don't know what to think. At first, he seems okay to me even though he...he uses bad words sometimes. Then today, he said he wanted to prove it to me. And there's this scent-" You paused. The scent of anger. "He was mad...at me."


Your parents exchanged glances before turning their eyes towards the blond male that has been standing near the archway to the living room. "Mike?" Your father spoke.


"Zacharius family is gifted with the same ability of yours. Like magicians from various countries born into this world, they managed to use their gift to trick the eyes of those who seek for pleasure and happiness with their own skills." Mike stated. "You were given with the same gift as me but only, it is up to you on how you handle it... (Y/n)-"


"But that doesn't explain how I was able to scent his smell earlier! And it was that scent of...of..." You stuttered. "...He's just like them!"


"(Y/n)!" Your father raised his voice. "Mike is your mentor... Be careful with what you say."


You burrowed your eyebrows deeper. "That doesn't change anything..."


"(Y/n)," The blond spoke. His eyes were staring at you calmly, "You forgot didn't you?"