𝗺𝗼𝗿𝗮 ( arlecchino )

OO4. panda

TWO PANDAS. one was brown and one was black. The black one was truly a popular one, it was always given things it wanted. It never had an inch of trouble in it's life. The black one had fit in with others. Others liked him for being a fun panda.

The brown one was.. Not liked. It was troublesome, and annoying. It climbed everywhere, and dropped on a panda. That panda had freedom, freedom to make troubles.

The black one favored the brown one. It had the freedom it wanted. It was constantly laughing, it was alone yet so happy. The black one wanted that freedom. The brown one came to notice this problem it had, it was suffocating.

"Hey? Are you okay?" the brown one asked. The black one saw the sight of the brown one and it was shocked. It stood up, it wanted to be like the brown one. The brown one never cries though. That's what it believed.

Sooner or later, they asked each their names and the black asked the brown. "How can you become so.. Playful?" "I don't know, just.. Play around?"

It followed as said. ―― Arlecchino closed the book and stood sight of her state. She was grieving on the fact that she was so interested on a stupid children's tale that her once enemy had made. She was definitely shameful of herself and she regretted even looking at the book. She wanted to continue it so badly, but it was literally 3AM. She has no choice but to continue her works instead of reading some stupid story. Who even did put it here?!

She sighed. She told herself; Just shut up arlecchino, your job is to capture that girl. Not read a book made by that girl. But she thought; what if she was the black panda and you were the brown?

She took this as a moment of break and stood up to walk to the library. The skies are dark and cold yet she's still working, working herself to the bone just for a god she didn't wanna follow. "[name]. That name just infuriates me." It irritated her, your name. Just because she couldn't become that name.

YOU WERE MAD. and shocked at the sight you just saw. you stood staring at the pigeon. "The paper.." who knows where it ended up? In a forest and buried? The lake? The sea? Someone could see it. Anyone. A child? An adult? Boar? Whatever. "Fucking fuck." Stupid little shit. You stood completely flabbergasted right infront of your two grandmas. "What is wrong with our dear daughter?" "I cannot comprehend." They stared at you for the longest time this year.

You were in a swirl of emotions. You didn't know what you were gonna do now. You stare at the pigeon, "You irresponsible little piece of meat." You wanted to cook that pigeon right there and there. You closed the bag in its sides and let it fly off to whatever universe it shall belong to. You stared at the autumn skies and said farewells to your grandma. After some hours and days or whatever, you came to your bed. Laying face down and felt like dying. Making a deal Witt a fatui harbinger was confusing enough. Now you'd just have to let someone know of that deal. I hate my life damn it. Everything that happened was in the back of your mind the moment you slept.

COINCIDENTALLY, that same autumn. A child came and held the letter. A ginger, bright-like child dearly held the letter. When a certain soldier guided him to his brother, he hid the letter in his pocket and walked along like it didn't happen at all.

He walked in the cold snow and was met by a gate that was as large as a ruin guard or which he called a Mr. Cyclops. "Brotheeer!" "Oh! Teucer!" He hugged Teucer in his arms- Or which we call the eleventh fatui harbinger, Tartaglia. They had similar appearances, although Teucer's hair color was darker and he had freckles. "Teucer! How could you just go out like that?! Who knows what might've happened to you?!" "I'm sorry brother! But look!" Childe looked confused yet took it gently. And the child looked happy, truly. That's because he didn't know what he found.

"Teucer? Where did you find this?" Slightly concerned. His façade still didn't fade away, he looked brighter than the known sun and asked his brother this. "It fell from a pigeon!" He was lively. And there the letter said;

DEAR [NAME] [LAST NAME],

Eliminate the 11th harbinger. He's just a weakling to be honest, he'll be no help to us, the fatui. I honestly do not know why he was hired by the Tsaritsa.

But just eliminate him. I don't care how, just do- and do not say anything to him about this. Not even at his last days.

The first thing that was on his mind was to seek you out and maybe even talk to you, but knowing you; You'd fight him and he'd surely lose.

Even so, he doesn't wanna get killed. He could imagine his family's gloomy faces at the news. He values his family more than his own life.