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childe is strange. for everyone, he's just a cheeky yet terrifying harbinger who has wreaked havoc to liyue and is so dedicated to the tsaritsa, he has gone through many lengths. childe is strange because he doesn't live for himself──rather, for power, strength and to serve the archon.
"he's a two-faced bastard," is what scaramouche would always say. it isn't far from the truth, childe admits it himself. but what does it matter if this is how he accomplishes his goals? today, he has another simple scheme up his sleeve. he plans to find out how to make scaramouche spar with him and well, he doesn't plan to stop at nothing.
scaramouche's home isn't as fancy as the other harbinger's. it's a simple and cozy inazuman home. and yes, this is where his weakness lies. or at least, childe assumed so.
childe picked the lock and let himself in the house. there's not much to look at, even from inside. if anything, this home looked like a shell... housing nothingness. it has but a few furnitures, few valuables.
he checked every room. as expected, nothing else is to be seen but dark yet tidy rooms. until he saw the stairs. it wasn't very well hidden. it's a small flight of stairs beside an empty room next to scaramouche's. childe climbed down to see another door except that this one, this one is made of metal.
the special door that yua has will now be opened by someone who isn't her master. and a sin! it is a sin, for someone else to witness her vulnerability. the door's lock clicked and then it clicked again and again and then woosh... lights from outside spilled inside her room except that now, she sees how bright it is outside, the room felt more like a cage than a room.
she waited until her eyes had adjusted to the light that she stared at the stranger. all the negative emotions were etched on his handsome face. shock, pity, anger. it swirled a different kind of animosity towards the sixth harbinger. "what the hell?" he cursed. the woman covered herself with a blanket. "who are you?" asked yua. childe got on one knee and inspected her face. he felt pity. "i'm a friend," he says, "shall we go out and get something to eat?" it took minutes to get an answer. yua had to take her time to understand him. although childe made an effort to slow down his pace of talking, yua still found it difficult to understand him with such words.
a friend, yua thought, curious word.
she nodded though and put her hand on his. childe held her with lots of care, as if she'd break the moment her fragile shell hits a wall. "master..." she spoke, "where?" childe's eyes widened.
master? what dirty games have scaramouche been playing?, he thought to himself.
"ah, he's out." yua stopped on her tracks. "no, yua musn't..." she whispered. "yua cannot disobey master." she grew frantic, panicked by the thought of her master hearing that she's been outside. scaramouche wasn't always rough, only when he thought he needed to be and this situation definitely calls for that aggressiveness. "hey, hey, yua!" childe held her shoulders gently and made her look at him. "your master..." childe gulped, disgusted by this situation she's in. "told me to... give you food. a reward, for being a good girl." childe beamed at her and that calmed yua down. a bit, at least.
childe felt like he has more reasons to spar with scaramouche and that he had to beat him. he didn't know he was such a scum. evil, he might be but childe thought that he at least, won't harm women or children (if not needed).
and while the big work is done, all he has to do now is wait.
*
where scaramouche lives lies a very wild field with flowers and grass. it looks heavenly because from afar, it seems like the sky and the clouds kiss nature. today, the space between skies and earth is to be stained with blood. flying on a fitting rage, scaramouche combed the whole place to look for her, for yua. but instead of her, he found childe standing on the field with a poker face. "where is she?" he screamed. "where is yua?!" childe smiles. "i hid her. you wouldn't meet me otherwise." only now did it dawn that this was a trap. to compel him into a battle.
"besides, it's not like i harmed her. your pretty little human pet is safe. with me." the words gave a pang on scaramouche's chest. scaramouche frowned. "give her back." he said. childe shook his head. "you know there's only one way to get her back." childe laughed and held his stomach while he throw his head back.
"it's either you get her back into her little nasty prison or i get her, and she'll be safe from all dangers, especially from you." scaramouche gritted his teeth. "you'll regret this." childe shook his head. "no, no, i won't." scaramouche inched closer. "you got your own sparring pet, too? why not go to that bitch and i get mine back, sounds fair?" childe gripped his weapon. "don't call her a bitch, you bastard!" he charged towards scaramouche that gave the latter's mouth a cobalt taste. scaramouche stood up and chanted. dark, long strings of thunder reached out to childe's body and once it made contact, childe shivered aggressively. the pain doesn't stop, it gets under your skin, then it will travel from one vein to another and eventually the pain reaches your head, like multiple bullets shooting your brain all at once.
"i told you, you will regret it." scaramouche whispered when he got to childe's side. the latter doesn't give up and grabbed scaramouche's arm. he planned to pass the electrifying pain with hydro but his body can barely take all the pain and he felt drained, he couldn't do anything with his vision. his foul legacy was out of the question too, considering the physical torment he's in. scaramouche slapped his hand away. "now, give her back." he need not to ask again when he spotted yua, not far from where they are. the girl was behind a tree and watched them with teary eyes. scaramouche rushed to her. childe felt defeated but most of all, he felt anger. now that scaramouche has yua again, who knows what else he'll be doing with her?
once scaramouche reached yua, he slapped her. yua yelped. the slap did not just leave a stinging pain on her face but on her heart as well. "no..!" childe tried to yell but with the pain he's been dealing with, he could barely let out a syllable.
"how dare you disobey me!" scaramouche shouted, emitting rage even just when standing. yua fell on her knees and bowed. "yua is sorry, master! yua is sorry. please, do not hit her," yua pleaded. scaramouche bent down and grabbed her face. "you disobey me again..." he pointed at her, "i'll be the one to cause you your demise."
such a pity he's back but it was to be expected. they are bound by their undying love after all. yua is his and his alone.
"you're mine."
end.
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a/n : this isn't a great start for my oneshot book, i know, but the idea felt right when i watched the special story event with scaramouche in it (i missed it so i watched playthroughs in yt instead). he's a pretty face with a nasty attitude and although i meant no hate, i started writing this. i accept polite feedbacks and please, please keep in mind that this is all fiction. i did not mean to offend or trigger anyone with this kind of story. with that all said, i hope you enjoyed this and i promise to write something actually decent for the next one.
