Faith [Vincent x Scott]

Chapter 2

[A/N] Uwa~ thank you for reading this ;u; I didn't think that someone really finds this but yeah, you found !! Thank you <3

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CHAPTER 2 - Vincent's POV

I didn't say anything. I just listened them. Someone said he wants to release me, but I didn't raise my head to see who it was. Some other guy said I could kill him - or he was saying, maybe - but other refused that and they went away.

I didn't care. It was okay if everyone thought I was some mad murderer who kills for fun. I wasn't like that, but I just didn't say it. I let them believe what they wanted to believe, I was nothing to say anything about it.

Then it happened. They opened bars and someone walked inside to my jail. I carefully raised my head to see who it was. He looked so familiar.

”Long time no see, Vincent”, he smiled, ”remember me?”  I just looked at him with expressionless face, I didn't say anything, just looked at that man.

”Scott?” I asked quietly, which made him smile even more.

”Yeah”, he said and reached his hand towards me, ”come with me, would you?” I was a bit confused when he asked that. I stayed quiet for a while, but soon I grabbed his hand and he pulled me up.

I looked at Scott still a bit confused, as he just smiled to me kindly. He didn't let go of my hand, he started to pull me with him away from jail. I didn't say anything, I just followed him.

We arrived outside to someone's car and Scott sat inside of the car, he pulled me to sit there, too. I was a bit nervous, when we just sat in that car, as someone came in, too. I didn't know, who he was, so I just stared at him.

”Hey Mike”, Scott said cheerfully to man. So, he was Mike, huh. I haven't met him before.

”Seems like we got him, huh?” Mike smiled at Scott as he glanced at me.  Then I pulled my hand a little and Scott let go of my hand.

”Yeah. Let's go”, Scott said to Mike. He nodded and turned back to steering wheel, as he started to drive.

[da time skip to Scott's house]

”See ya sometime”, Mike said smiling and drove away. I glanced at Scott, he turned to his house and walked to the door.

”You're living with me for a while”, Scott said as I followed him.

”...why?” I asked, which made him turn his look towards me.

”Huh?” he asked.

”Why did you pay me out?” I asked again, looking at Scott. He seemed to think for a while, but then he just smiled.

”It was my turn to save you”, he said and stepped in his house. I felt some odd feeling in my chest, I was a bit nervous again. I didn't know why. Maybe it was because I thought there was no one who cared of me.

I walked in his house and closed the door behind me. I looked for Scott for a while, but then he stepped from the living room.

”Are you hungry?” he asked, looking at me. I thought for a while, but then I nodded a little.

”Okay, I'll make some food, you can go see my house better if you want”, he smiled and went back to the living room. I glanced at the living room and noticed, back of the room was a kitchen, where Scott was.

[time skip]

After I've seen almost the whole house, I heard Scott shouting something about food. I walked to the kitchen and saw Scott making food.

”What?” I asked, ”Sorry, I didn't hear”, I continued.

”Just that food's ready soon. Do you like spaghetti?” he asked as he looked at food, not me. I walked behind him and wrapped my arms softly around his waist as I looked over his shoulder at food.

”Vincent?” I heard Scott asking, so I moved my look to him.

”What?” I asked, ”Does this bother you?”

”No”, Scott said and moved his look back to food, ”but food's ready now”, he said and I took my hands off. I stepped away from him, as he placed the food to two plates. He placed plates to the dining table and placed milk, glasses, cutlery and bread, too.

I sat to other chair and looked for a while my food. I raised my look towards Scott, as he sat to chair opposite from me.

”Is it good?” he asked, which made me little nervous, because I haven't eaten any of my food yet.

”I haven't tasted yet”, I said, but surprisingly he just nodded. I took a fork and with it I took some of my spaghetti and ate it. I swallowed it and raised my look.

”It's good”, I admired, which made Scott smile like he was happy or something.

”Glad you like it”, he said and started to eat, too. I just followed and started to eat.