"I hate you, I despise you... but I love you"
"Dissimulate" to hide your real thoughts, feelings, or intentions.
Scaramouche also known as the Balladeer.
La Executioner, Y/n.
Both despise each others guts due to past experiences with one another...
Warning: Strong Language, Sexual Tension? Disturbing, Murder⚠️
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Stepping out of the boat, you fan yourself as you examine the place full of lights and full of crowds of important people. How can someone throw a party at this kind of time, especially in Inazuma. Rolling your eyes at the couple's stupidity but didn't complain since you got to be paid with mora by killing their stupid ass.
You just want to go back to Emilia, she should be sleeping by now. You thought sighing as you stare fondly at the moon.
Walking through the crowds, you try to look for your targets. This continues on for minutes making you irritated.
Where the fuck are they?! You ask yourself, the veins in your face ready to pop any second now.
Until light tapping of glass echoed reaching your ears. You snap your head towards the sound of the said noise only to smirk darkly when you finally spot the man who wore an expensive suit, head up high acting high class and mighty. Oh how you want to wipe that proud ass grin on his face. He almost forgot where all that money came from.
Chuckling under your breath, your fingers starts to slip under your skirt reaching for your gun. Striding towards the back of the crowd, inside the forest. Your glare hardens when you finally got a hold of the handle. Eyes continuing to scan your surroundings when you hastily pull the gun out of its containment. Licking your front teeth, hand on the trigger, aiming towards his head. As you were about to pull the trigger someone suddenly tackles you into the ground. Thanks to the distance from the crowd, no one heard you. Grunting in pain, you glare at the woman on top of you who was attempting to take the gun away from your hands.
"You bitch!" you whisper yelled before rolling her over so you were on top. Pushing the gun away from her hold with so much force that it lands on the ground far from both of you figures. She gasps when you suddenly punched her gut, wheezing in pain. Trying to scream for help only for you to cover her mouth while watching her struggle from your deadly grip.
"Dirty little woman, can't call for help now can you? ~" you cooed with a sadistic grin having enough of this pure bullshit.
Leaning beside her ear, you whisper "Night, night~" then stabbed her in the heart, you didn't remove the knife from her body just yet since it'll be a problem for you later. Now, you're going to think of a way to hide the body. Huffing through your nose, standing up distancing yourself from the already dead body. Your chest heaved up and down, brushing the strands of your already messy hair before wearing your mask with a sigh.
