I Met You On The 6th. {scaramouche x reader au}

Chapter 6 - His Backstory

"So what do you want to say?" You sighed.

Fuck. He hadn't this thought through. He just wanted you to stay, so he sighed and spoke,completely out of nowhere,even if it was true or not. He didn't know himself.

"All I want is you now. I love you, Y/N." Scaramouche said with confidence.

What the hell did he just say? The fuckboy Scaramouche just confessed his love to you? Wait, it's only Chapter 6 though.. This wasn't planned, I swear. Scaramouche, what did you do this time? Oh lord this is such a mess.

"Huh..? You..love me? What's that supposed to mean.?"
You asked sincerely.

Ah. Not your forte. Love confessions.

"I said I have romantic feelings for you.." He whispered. All a lie. Why was he saying this? He didn't know himself. This strange fuckboy who is trying to hide something from you just confessed his love to you. And he doesn't even know why. He knows himself he will never fall in love after what happened that day.

flashback start - third person pov

"Have a good day, Kuni~" a purple haired woman chuckled. Her name was Makoto. She was Kunikuzushi Scaramouche's big sister. He also had another older sister, but she was in a different country. Her name is Ei.

At this time, Scaramouche was 15 years old. Makoto was in love with a man. This man was quite nice to Scaramouche. However, for some reason, Kunikuzushi couldn't remember his name. It started with C or something. This man had long red hair and red eyes. He wore his hair in a ponytail.

It was another day. For anyone else in this world. But not for Scaramouche. It was Tuesday, 6th of September 2016. Most people will call this day 'Labor Day'. Scaramouche remembers this day much more differently than others do. This is what caused his personality.

(the beginning of the book was in 2021 lmao and uh Y/N and Scara and all the others are 19/20 now haha)

"See you, Makoto." Scaramouche said as he left the house. He was a highschool student, and a pretty good one. And he had an interest in English Literature.

"Hey Scara!" a ginger-haired boy yelled outside Scaramouche's and Makoto's home. The one and only, Tartaglia. The two boys knew each other since middle school.

"Hey, ginger dude! How are you?" Scaramouche replied, with a smile on his face. Yes, he was a nice guy. A really nice one. Which is quite surprising after the past 5 chapters, he was a complete jerk.

Anyway, Childe returned his greeting. They both walked towards their school. It was a normal day.

Actually, Y/N was in this school, but they just never saw them and they never saw the two boys. Tartaglia and the lovely Y/N only met in a part time job, so even he didn't know that they were in the same highschool.

Tartaglia and Scaramouche both had a completely normal day at school and they went back home. To their homes.

Scaramouche opened the door to see a frightful sight. I will not describe what happened from the poor boy's point of view, that would be too cruel for the reader.

Sike.

scaramouche pov.

I opened the door, knowing that Makoto will be inside. Today was a good day. Well,normal. I saw someone with h/c hair. I really liked it. They looked nice. I don't know who they were though. I'll ask them what their name is tomorrow.

"Makoto! I'm home! Is your boyfriend here? Tell him I said hi!" I yelled, as I threw my shoes off. As I entered the room, I stopped.

The sight I saw was terrifying.

Makoto was on the floor. Blood was flowing from her chest. There was a knife. Her boyfriend was right next to her, laughing hysterically. He was holding the bloodied knife.

The part which broke me down the most was that she was holding a very small figurine I gave her when I was 9. She was about 19 at the time.It was of a little cat which was purple. She said she loved it and carried it in her pocket.

"Oh, hey Kuni. Sorry you had to see this, haha. So what's up?" her boyfriend said casually.

I wanted to kill him. I wanted to punch his smug little face. I wanted to stab him with the knife he stabbed my sister with. I wanted to see his blood. I want to see his slow death.

That bastard. Why her? She was such an amazing soul. She was an angel. She did NOTHING wrong. I loved her. So fucking much. That son of a fucking bitch.

"Why the fuck did you kill her?" I whisper-yelled. My fists were tight. Infact, they were so closed that my nails pierced through the skin of my palms. I didn't care. One bit.

The red-haired man chuckled. He was actually laughing.

"I didn't love her. Your family would get my family more money, you know. I just simply stole her card and stuff and then killed her. I'm going to marry the one I truly love. We already have a son, he's the same age as you, hah."

I was..stunned. That bloody son of a whore. This man is disgusting. I loved Makoto so much. She was the best sister I could ever ask for.

third person pov

Scaramouche got up slowly. He slipped a pocket knife from his pocket and widened his eyes.

He stabbed Makoto's boyfriend in the stomach. The young boy knew what he was doing. He chose this exact spot to stab him. The act of harakiri is similar to this.

Harakiri is stabbing yourself in the stomach, an act performed normally for showing strength and loyalty by samurais. It was performed in the 12th century mostly.

Also that harakiri hurt a lot. This also took a long time to die. One would have to let the blood leak out continuously before slowly passing away.

The red haired man screamed in pain. Scaramouche kept stabbing him over and over again. He wanted the man who killed Makoto to feel the pain over and over again. Soon enough, the man died.

Scaramouche didn't care. He stabbed and stabbed. Tears fell from his eyes. So many tears. His sister was gone. Forever. She was there since he was born. She was there because his parents weren't

"The world is a cruel place. So cruel. Thank you for letting me realize this, Crepus Ragnvindr." the boy said.

flashback end

"Okay..you love me?" You said, rather shocked.

"No, it was a joke. But Y/N.. I realized something now."
the boy said, with full seriousness in his eyes.

"Ah phew, I was about to melt in a puddle. Anyways, what did I do this time?" You sighed. It was nearly dawn. You were really tired.

"Diluc's father killed her. His father killed my sister." He shivered. You swore you saw the face of a scared boy for a second, but it soon changed back into the one of the young man.

"HUH? I think we should find Diluc right now, but give context later please-" You responded. This guy is really confusing. He confessed his love to you then said Diluc's father killed his sister. Maybe his mind just works strangely. You can't blame him.

"Let's go."

author hereeereere sorry for a kinda long chapter but cya next time ( i struggled to write this))