Shortly earlier . . .
Scaramouche's Perspective
"What the hell is it this time?!"
"Her Imperial Majesty has summoned you, my lord," the servant relayed. "She wishes for you to speak with a young lady by the name of 'Kamisato Rin'."
I tossed my quill to the ground, ink bleeding onto the carpet.
I want nothing to do with that girl.
No, I detest her. I hate her!
Grimacing, I hurled the inkstone on my desk at a mirror, shattering the glass and splattering black spots across the floor. Ink seeped into the rugs and dripped onto the walls.
That's right.
That's how I've always been.
Pitch black, just like ink.
But this girl . . . she is the opposite of shadow, nothing like "her".
"She" was dark, ill-tempered, fickle, but alone and weak.
Yet Rin, who claimed eternal loyalty to her, was bright as a star, gracious, and steadfast.
She was alone.
But she was strong.
The strongest of us all.
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"S-scaramouche . . ."
While my voice quivered, Scaramouche spoke firmly.
"Kamisato Rin."
As he stared back into my eyes, my heart began to pound.
A eerie silence remained between us, but Scaramouche refused to break it, simply leaning forward with his hands behind his back, as if taunting me.
The red thread isn't real.
The red thread isn't real.
The red thread isn't real.
I was sure that if I told myself that a thousand times, it would become a reality.
But as I closed my eyes, the crimson streak only became more vivid, and my heart only pounded faster, and faster, and faster . . .
Beads of cold sweat trickled down my knuckles.
"You seem peculiarly unnerved, Rin. Tell me, what's the matter?"
I turned to face him, the one face that I knew would destroy me, if not now then in the far, far future, if this red thread was real and my temptation was no product of my delusional mind.
Attempting not to look in his eyes, I replied, "Thank you for your concern. I'm alright, Scaramouche."
He smiled kindly.
"Oh, is that so?"
In his voice, I heard something strangely familiar
The memory was vague, hazy, but I could still hear it.
"Rin."
Who said it like that?
"Rin."
Those eyes . . . someone else had them too.
What mortal would have the audacity to speak to the chosen one of an Archon . . .
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𝙗𝙮 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙡𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜'𝙨 𝙜𝙡𝙤𝙬 // scaramouche x oc
Fanfiction--DISCONTINUED-- As the former heiress of the Yashiro Commission, Rin's past in Inazuma is . . . complex, to say the least. She was the true Shirasagi Himegimi, before her sister, Ayaka, took over that role in her stead. But when she left the nation...
