𝑶𝒖𝒓 𝑭𝒂𝒖𝒍𝒕 {Scaramouche x Reader} ENGLISH VERSION

𝑵𝒊𝒏𝒕𝒉 𝒄𝒉𝒂𝒑𝒕𝒆𝒓

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<<Well, Scara'... We have to talk about it, I've been asking myself that question for a long time and I can't stand not asking you...
I'm... I was wondering... Don't take it the wrong way, eh... but...

-Well, are you going to ask me that question? he cut me off, a little annoyed.

-I was wondering why you said in your sleep that you were just a failed clone, not last night but when we were in the cave. I said, avoiding his gaze, apprehending his reaction to my somewhat... awkward question.

He didn't answer, which made me a little more anxious. I looked up at him, wanting to know if my life was in danger or if I was going to survive, and saw that the former executioner had frozen, as if shocked by my words.

Was what I said so embarrassing?
Although no, he just didn't expect it.

But, having spoken to Ei in the past, I know his reasons. I want Scaramouche's side of the story, even though I'm sure there's a misunderstanding. Or rather, that they haven't all told each other.

-Why are you asking me this question...? he asked, his voice slightly shaky.

-To be sure of something, nothing very serious as far as I'm concerned, but it seems important for your well-being. I answered, poking a small piece of his pancake with my fork.

For a moment I thought I saw a glint of fear in his eyes, which immediately turned to anger.

-It's not for you to decide what's good for me or not.

-But to see you deny your creator when she did this for your own good hurts my heart. I sighed, starting to get annoyed with this conversation as well.

He stood up and glared at me, obviously very touched by my answer. I could feel his desire to kill me and, as much to provoke him as to calm him down, I got up from my chair with a smile and took the knife from earlier.

-I see that you can't find anything to add, so I conclude that you don't even know Ei's reasons. I'm leaving, this discussion is pointless and I have an ugly task to do. Ah, and I'm confiscating this knife! Although I doubt you'll go so far as to kill me, I'd rather not let you be the one to stick that blade in my throat! I exclaimed as I left for the bathroom, waving the knife back and forth, still smiling.

I didn't wait for his answer and slammed the door, then put the knife on the small wooden cabinet, took off my beet-stained dress and put it in the sink, running the water through it to remove some of the red pigment.

I sighed, then decided to soak my dress in water with soap and blob slime so that the colour would diffuse and become even, as it would be impossible to remove the fabric completely.

I took off the rest of my clothes and ran the water in the shower, wanting to wash my hair which had been reddened by the beetroot juice. Thinking back to my discussion with the vision bearer, I felt a slight twinge of guilt. I had gone far, but someone will have to tell him the truth one day.

Hm, come to think of it, I don't remember why Ei and I met... It was a long time ago, I'm sure...

It must have been before I lost my memory, that's why I can't remember...

Indeed, I had lost my memory when I was younger.
I didn't remember my childhood, because of an accident that I don't remember either. It was Mother who explained this to me, being rather evasive so as not to rush me.

However, I still had vague memories of things that had made an impression on me, such as this discussion with the creator of the person I was in love with. That was the only memory I could remember clearly.

Still, Scaramouche is not a failed clone, he wasn't even supposed to look like Ei. He was rather a kind of test, to see if this cloning technique worked, which is still different...

I was wondering if anyone had told him, but I guess not.

Anyway, I don't want to tell him today, given his reaction. What a bad temper he has, it's terrible to be so... so...

So grumpy, stubborn, angry, sensitive, and so on!

I got out of the bathtub, which served as a shower, and grabbed my towel. I dropped a large ball of... some unidentified material, which crashed to the floor with a thud, but did not break.

I took it in my hands and put it back on the shelf it was originally on, after checking that it wasn't broken, and wrapped my towel around me.

While I was tying my hair up so it wouldn't get in my face, I heard footsteps approaching the bathroom door, which I had obviously closed. A voice that I was beginning to know well broke the silence that had settled since I had turned off the water.

-Y/n...? Did you fall? asked the young man behind the door.

-No. And even if I had, it's not a little fall that would hurt me. I answered dryly, still a little on edge from his reaction earlier.

(A/N: Having fallen down the stairs coming out of Latin class and sprained my ankle and bruised it badly, I can tell you that I don't totally agree with what I wrote T^T and if you've also hurt yourself somewhere, don't do what I did: do your rehab... You'll bite your fingers off if you don't...)

I stuck my ear to the door, hearing no answer, and began to listen to what my angry cabbage was doing motionless behind the door.

I heard a little "Ah...sorry..." that he had whispered softly, and then decided to open the door, considering that making him face up wouldn't help matters and wouldn't give me an answer to my question.

But, as soon as I opened the door, I realised that I had made a mistake...

Shit, I thought it couldn't be worse than before...

Chapter 9 - End.

Heya !
I hope there are not too many translation errors and that you enjoyed this I hope there are not too many translation errors and that you enjoyed this chapter!