under construction || vanitas; vanitas no carte

four.

"Y/n, why do you have Vanitas' coat?" Noé questioned as the three made it outside the hotel building. Feeling as though he could see right through her, she pulled the coat closer. Unfortunately, it was far looser on her than Vanitas, making it challenging to set straight.

"Oh uh, I kinda feel cold." the female replied, hoping her response would go through without another question being directed toward her. "Nothing much."

Vanitas had a knowing grin etched on his face. This made y/n raise her middle finger at him only to receive a mouthed 'gladly' from the blue-eyed male. She kicked him in the shin, making him curse under his breath at the pain, and then quickened her pace to walk beside Noé.

"So, where are you guys going?"

"We're going to the castle to meet Lord Ruthven."

The h/c haired female knew she most likely wouldn't be allowed to enter the castle, so she hummed in response. Instead, she would wait outside for them.

(ФωФ)

"What the hell happened to you guys?"

Y/n had waited about an hour for the two to end their meeting. She had spent her time playing a game of chess with one of the off-duty guards but paused when she saw Noé and Vanitas returning roughed up and detained.

Not receiving an answer, the female followed behind until they reached the border between the two worlds, where the guards uncuffed them and pushed them inside.

"Get in if you're with them." One of the men ordered.

Thinking nothing of it, she crossed after them.

ι(｀ロ')ノ

"So you're telling me," Y/n asked with gritted teeth as she pushed an alcohol swab onto Vanitas' wound, making him hiss in pain. "you literally asked if the queen was dead? How am I meant to go back there now?"

Vanitas had questioned Lord Ruthven on the queen's existence, knowing full well of the consequences. Noé, on the other hand, had no idea the possessor of the book had planned this. Y/n slapped a bandage onto the several cuts to add to Vanitas' punishment.

"I thought he was going to kill us after that." Noé shivered at the memory. He cleaned his cuts and declined y/n's help, knowing his wounds would soon heal.

Once Noé had left the room, y/n inspected Vanitas' wounds once more before sighing, "Didn't expect me to help with first aid when I was volunteering to watch you guys. I hope I get paid well."

"I got what I needed, so it's all good."

"You could have died."

"But I didn't."

"Could've."

"Didn't."

"Could- never mind."

The two stared at one another before y/n rolled her eyes, taking the bandage wrap from the first aid box. Next, she removed the borrowed coat, the male whistling as she did so. Finally, she kicked Vanitas' foot and threw the coat on his head. She then went to the mirror to check whether the marks were gone, but they still looked entirely fresh, to her dismay.