Falling Doesn't Feel So Bad (Tartaglia x Reader)

Chapter 6

For a moment, Y/N didn't know what to do.

She wasn't expecting to see him here.

"Aw, cat got your tongue?" Tartaglia toyed, taking a few steps towards the girl.

Y/N's E/C eyes narrowed and she took a step back.

'He hardly took on all them Millelith by himself.' She thought, trying to think of some snarky reply, but alas, nothing came to mind.

"I'm guessing there was some reason as to why you just decided to beat up like half the Millelith in Liyue and come in here?"

The Harbinger chuckled, his voice echoing throughout the room. Y/N didn't know it but beneath his mask he was staring at her. His gaze scanned the stab wound in her thigh, probably from the guards he sent to get her to come here. Those two were his best men, she really had come a long way if she got away with merely a small scratch. Perhaps this fight would be interesting after all.

"The reason I came here was because I thought it would make an excellent place for us to fight. Far better than the middle of nowhere, and once I've won, the guards outside will probably be awakening so they can come and find you. Great idea, no?"

Y/N rolled her eyes in disbelief, was a Fatui Harbinger really this childish? Where was the murderous man that had killed her parents?

"It's not in my agenda to lose. I'm here for a reason."

Tartaglia smirked, "You seem eager enough girlie, shall we begin then?"

Y/N took in the golden edges of his mask, she stared right into the eye holes of his mask, "Lets go."

Immediately Tartaglia was right in front of Y/N, the girl kept her wits about her and dodged his attack easily enough. It seemed to take the Harbinger a moment to realize that he hadn't hit her, so Y/N took her chance.

Blades out, she ran at the man, using an elemental burst to throw him back a few feet and then pushing through with a normal kick, aimed at his abdomen. Tartaglia licked his lips, 'She's quick.'

The man grabbed her leg and sent her flying into the nearest pillar. Y/N got up in seconds, knowing that if she didn't, she was as good as dead.

To her surprise, Tartaglia wasn't immediately at her throat. Instead, he was merely observing her from a couple of feet away.

"Take a picture, it'll last longer." She gritted out, her voice filled with spite and hatred.

The Harbinger sighed, "What do you plan on doing if you, against all odds, manage to beat me? Are you going to kill me? Just like I did to your parents? Or will you show mercy and let me get away?"

Y/N went silent, pondering his question.

She thought back to that day, her mother on the floor crying, her father desperately trying to comfort her. The blood on the floor and the stench of iron and flesh, the image of their cut up bodies was engraved into her head. The people who had cared for her when she was growing up, when she fell and came home in tears, her mother would always be there to bandage her up and kiss all the pain away, her father and her would go adventuring together, all around Liyue, he would teach her everything she needed to know about surviving in the wild. All of these small things that made up who she was.

They didn't deserve to die. All because they couldn't pay back their loan on time?

And it was all his fault, he was the one who killed them, he didn't show any mercy, so why should she?

"I'm going to kill you. You killed both my parents in cold blood, a life for two lives, its fair, no?"

The Harbinger felt the corner of his lips tug down into a frown.