His Fake Marriage

•The Meeting With The Balladeer•

*TW: There will be slight mentions of blood in this chapter! If that upsets you in anyway pls do not read this chapter!

~Scaramouche~

After a days worth of traveling, Scaramouche has finally set foot on Kannazuka. He steps off the boat with pride, knowing exactly where he's going and knowing no one will stop him.

After all, he was alone, and since the war has ended, all soldiers were to return home to rest. It's quite convenient in a way. He chuckles quietly to himself.

"Now, to find those papers for my fiancée."

The papers were the easy part, he just needed access to the ink. Which is all the way back in either Snezhnaya or the Northland Bank, but if he goes there, he might see that ginger harbinger. The one he hates oh so very much.

Actually, Scaramouche doesn't like any of the Eleven Fatui Harbingers. Then again, he doesn't like anyone. Except for that one swordsman, but that was years ago. That man is long gone. However, he doesn't have it in him to talk about it.

He massaged his forehead and gave out a deep sigh.  Clearly, capturing (Y/N) is going to be much more difficult than he anticipated. But that's fine. He'll kidnap her no matter what. She was his, whether she knew it or not.

If the girl thought she was free until their engagement she was dead wrong. Once she's agreed to intertwined her fate with his, he's not letting her go anywhere. Even if he didn't know how she looked like.

They'll get to know each other, eventually.

And with that, Scaramouche made his way to a small wooden cabin on the smaller portion of the island. It was near the Kujou Encampment but no one was occupying it.

After locating the cabin with his power of electro, he pushed open the door to find a messy inside, full of paper. That got him fuming. How was he supposed to find what he was looking for when it was a mess?

"Damnit!"

He punched the door besides him aggressively with his electro powers. Since he now has the Gnosis in his possession it was a more powerful punch than he expected.

It was so powerful it broke the whole door, leaving a bit of zits from the scattered lighting bolts.

He looks up at the sky, more towards to where he thought the floating castle in the sky was. Silently cursing the Archons in his head.

Eventually he thought of an idea. What if he just poured tons of water on the papers on the floor? The one he was looking for couldn't get wet anyways. What a wonderful idea it was. He smiled to himself. He really was a genius.

He stepped out of the cabin and looked around for a water source. Not having any subordinates under him to give orders to, he had to be the one to go collect it. Scaramouche encouraged himself that it was all to capture (Y/N) and to get out of The Tsaritsa's grasp.

All for the greater good.

Scaramouche decided to take off his hat, that way the flowing fabric that was attached to back of it wouldn't get damped. He even took off his open toed socks and the bits of armor that were resting on his forearm.

Luckily, there was a small bucket in the cabin to scoop up water with. But why thank the gods when he could just thank himself for being a genius?

The cabin had rested on a sandy beach, so once his bare feet had touched the sand, it stung a bit from the harsh sun that was glaring down at him. However, that didn't bother him, he's been in worse situations than this one.