Blood, Sweat, and Tears - A Genshin OC Fanfic.

Part 14 - The Balladeer

The morning came over everyone, and Tobias woke up, having slept in an uncomfortable position. He was careful not to make any noise that could potentially wake Venra up. Though, he needed to stretch somehow. There was a chair in the room, and so he sat her on it while he took a minute to stretch. He looked out the window and watched the trees sway. He hated the noise but it was quite relaxing to watch from inside. He looked over at Venra, and she was looking directly back at him. Awkwardly, he looked away.

"Good morning, Tobias," Venra said, getting up to go hug him. Tobias accepted the hug, but it was hard to make eye contact with her.

"Good morning, Venra. Did you...sleep well?" He wasn't accustomed to having to say things like this in a long time. He smiled and so did Venra.

"I did. It felt nice to talk it out yesterday, too. Don't you agree?" She said. Tobias only nodded in response. Venra rubbed his arm, and he looked down at her.

"I know it was hard. Trying to live on your own. Having to forget my existence. But look at what came of it...we're back together. I missed you, brother."

"But at what cost? We're here, I get it. But what tribulations will come of it? Venra. I'm scared. You're a Harbinger. You have power. I don't. And I don't want you stripped away from me for good."

Venra knew exactly what he meant by 'stripped away from me for good.' She didn't want to die, either. She was too young, too vulnerable. But too powerful, and too far gone. But she did what she had to do. Which was fight. Become a weapon and never be truly human again. But she shook it off for now. She felt truly human when she was with her friends and family. They wouldn't try to go against her. They would still be there for her even if she did go off the deep end.

And that deep end is getting too oddly close.

"How many Harbingers are in Inazuma?" A short, rather mean-looking guy talks to a Fatui Agent. The Agent takes a few seconds to answer.

"Just one, sir." He replies.

"Who? Who is in Inazuma right now?" The short guy asks another question.

"Verity, sir." The Agent answers, again. The short guy chuckles softly.

"Thank you. I shall get going with my mission." He gets a sinister grin on his face, and walks away, grabbing his catalyst, and walking out of the building. He was happy to hear that one of his "comrades" was in Inazuma. Any more and this would've meant trouble for the little purple-haired Harbinger. He walked and walked until he got himself into a little cave crevice, and set up some supplies there. He was going to stir trouble, and he knew it would get the young Harbinger's attention. Oh, he watched. He watched many of his comrades fight, and it was quite enjoyable watching one of them fall while the other came out bloody and victorious. He was the brains of the Harbingers. The master manipulator. He was never strong...

But always found the right words to drop someone onto their knees. And he loved it. The only one that he was left to find a weakness was Verity. She was truth. She was honest. She was Verity, the 10th Harbinger and the most balanced in all skill groups. If he wanted to get into her head, he would have to think real, real hard. He was just about to exit the building until he heard a rather chipper voice behind him.

"Going out to stir some trouble, Scara?" The redhead, better known as Tartaglia, spoke up. Scaramouche grumbled.

"Stop calling me that, it's annoying." He barked, facing away from Childe.

"Awh, come on, I think it suits you!" Childe put his hand on Scaramouche's shoulder. Scaramouche moved his hand from his shoulder.

"Just tell me why you're bothering me..." He sighed.