Maybe... Hours..? Time seemed to be endless in this dark room, counting how many times water dripped from a crack in the wall. The door to the room opened suddenly, behind it was the one they call Il Dottore, the doctor. He approached you, grabbing onto your arm. Lifting it up and down to see how it moved before lightly pressing on the area of injection. “I trust Regrator has already told you that I'll be taking you to Liyue, where we'll stay for a week before I return you to Inazuma.” he let's go of your arm, going to look for some clean bandages. turning you notice some disgusting looking fluid leaking out of the hole..
“what... Is that” he turns back to you, and smiles with the bandages in his hand. “oh, it's just your arm trying to reject the antidote.” he wraps your arm, looking at your clothes. “these should be fine to wear in Liyue as well.” he picks up the bag, grabbing onto your hand with his other hand, practically dragging you. Once he makes it outside there's a carriage awaiting the two of you. To be honest you somewhat faded from where you were. Your mind being set on returning to him... The balladeer. You close your eyes, imagining a reunion between the two of you, a faint smile covering your lips. Slowly you fall asleep, being sucked into the world of imagination.
Bump.. Thump.. Neigh... Splash.. A world of sounds flooding into your ears. The most obvious one being the doctor telling you to wake up..
“Wake up, we're at the docks.” a hand significantly larger than yours reaches down, shaking you lightly to wake you up. After a few seconds you wake up, lazily raising a hand to rub your eyes. “we're.. Here? Already...?” you look around , realizing that it was already dark outside. Before even responding to you he starts hurrying you out of the carriage. “yes, it's night and we have to hurry. The ship won't wait for us.” you yawn, stretching and standing up, being able to hear that he was becoming impatient. Dottore looks at you for a few seconds before starting to walk, which you quickly followed behind him.
It took a few minutes to reach the board entrance, it was a different one from the ship you were on to get to inazuma. Dottore grabbed your hand and dragged you up the steps, for a few minutes he spoke with one of the workers on the ship before walking into the ship, as you walked past the worker you were able to catch a glimpse at him; terrified, scared, shaking, anxious. It seemed that what ever the doctor had said left him petrified. Dottore pulled on your hand, making you realize that you stopped walking while looking at the worker. As you look forward you shake your head, continuing to walk with dottore. He guides you to your seats, it was in a closed off area in the ship, which was guarded by faui soldiers, with large weapons, and.. Some glowing items attached to them, it seemed similar to the one that tartaglia would usually use, but.. Different, more like the other form he had, had, I don't know what it's like. I've never seen him use it. Even within the two years of training. Seeing that something was off about you, dottore snapped his fingers in front of you face.
“something occupying your mind? Any questions?” you closed your eyes, thinking about something to ask. Something weird... Strange... I'm sure this is a rare opportunity.... Hmm... Well... There's... “well... Do you know about sc- the balladeer? I've.. Recently met him and I want to know if there's somethings I should know..” he pauses, smiling. “ahh, him. I assumed you'd want to know about him, seeing as he is your boss and work partner. Well to start, he's from inazuma, although he's not exactly an ordinary citizen, see. He was created by the electro archon, simply put, he's not human. A puppet of a sort, I was the one to unseal him.” puppet?... Inazuma..? Electro archon? He's not human.? An immortal? “so.. He didn't have a heartbeat be-” cut off by dottore “close enough to try and hear his heartbeat? I'd be interested to know about such an interaction. I've not known him to be a very open person.” his curious gaze made you look away, no excuse coming into your mind. “u-uh.. It happened when.. The.. The night at the hotel! Yeah, I tripped over something and stubbed my toe on his bed, and fell.” the look dottore's face said 'bullshit' but he seemed to take your word. “alright,... Well yes that is why his heart beat is like that.”
After chatting for a few minutes, mostly about the balladeer dottore sighed. “well it's late, I suggest you sleep while you can.” you nodded, lying down on your seat, meanwhile dottore stood up, taking his jacket and putting it over you. “I'll be back soon, but don't wait up for me.” he walks out of the room, shutting the door behind him. You take a sigh of relief, knowing that he still wasn't aware about how you had,, nicely entered scaramouche's house that one night. You close your eyes, slowly starting to fall asleep, although your mind was filled with him,.. Him.. Yes him.. He takes over your thoughts.
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scaramouche x (yandere) reader
FanfictionTw: swearing, abuse, drinking, death, mention of blood, stalking, obsessive, kidnapping, idk maybe NSFW if I get bold enough. Like barely proof read.
