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The Red Envelope (Swiss)

"Sister Y/N?" Sister Imperator called. You were her personal assistant, well one of them. She would never admit it, but you were her favorite. Everyone in the clergy admired your work ethic and enjoyed your presence, especially the ghouls. Imperator might have always made a point to stay distant from individuals in the church, but she was more than aware of how Swiss took more than just a liking to you.

You stand from your desk in the corner of her office, you were editing Papa Emeritus IV's sermon for Sunday. You smooth out your a-line black dress uniform and quickly stand in front of Sister's desk, hands clapped behind your back. You made it a point to straighten your posture and say, "Yes, Sister Imperator. How can I be of service?" with a slight bow, "Oh y/n. Enough with formalities. You've worked for me for long enough to stop them." You smile slightly at her comment. The clergy was starting to feel more comfortable, and your hard work had paid off with this position, so you should be relaxed and proud, "I need you to find Swiss and give him this letter. Tell him to respond to me as quickly as possible. I need his answer within the week." She hands you the red envelope.

In the clergy a red envelope can mean one of two things, either an amazing promotion, opportunity, or some other amazing fortune. The other, death, exclusion, and or getting sent back to hell. You swallow harshly before shakily taking the envelope. You did have a crush on Swiss, who wouldn't? He is talented, snarky, funny, a gentleman, and attractive. Sister looked at your nervous reaction and softly said, "Y/n. It is good news, for him it will be the best news of his life." Your body's tension released as if it was a boa constrictor giving up on killing a tiny mouse. Tears stung the corner of your eyes in relief, "Th-Thank you sister." you say trying not to burst out crying at the overwhelming rollercoaster of emotions you just went through. You turned on your mary jane heels and left.

Finding Swiss always seemed to be an issue. He just had so many hobbies and interests that he could be in the garden, kitchen, lounge area, or his room. However, you do have a good tendency to know where anyone is at a certain time. You tend to follow patterns and observe obscure details about people, Sister is aware of this, hence why she adores your occupational performance more than other siblings.

You decide to check the common room first. Usually there is a ghoul or a sibling that knows where another one is at, or that can at least speculate. You enter the room...there is no one there. That was really strange for four in the afternoon on a Wednesday, but you let it slide.

Your next destination would be Swiss's room. He liked his alone time. Sodo could get too annoying and Aether too overbearing so sometimes he needed time to wind down. You remember that usually from four to six he likes to be in his room to unwind before band practice, but he could be in there later if his daily chores took longer. You blush and cringe at how you know this many facts about the multi-ghoul.

You turn down the familiar halls quickly and with purpose. Delivering a letter should not take all day and with the amount of time left before service, that twenty page sermon looks more and more daunting. Eventually you knock on the wooden door with his elemental symbol etched into it. There is no response. You knock again, this time a little louder. Still no response. You grumble a stream of curses before announcing, "SWISS IF YOU ARE IN THERE IT IS Y/N IMPERATOR TOLD ME TO GIVE YOU THIS!" Still nothing. You huff and start the journey to the kitchen.

While following the shortcut that Rain taught you long ago, you literally slam into his chest and fall onto the ground, "Oh my Satan, Y/n? Are you okay?" He quickly helped you stand, "Yeah, I'm fine, I'm fine" You mumble dusting off your uniform, "Why are you in such a hurry?" He tilted his head, "I'm trying to find Swiss to give him this." You hold up the red envelope. His head snaps back straight, his shoulders tight, and his breath hitches, "Wh-Why?" If he wasn't wearing his helmet he would be paler than the marble floors, "Oh no, Rain relax, relax. Sister said it was good news." He had the same reaction you did, "Thank Satan." He sighed, placing a hand on his forehead, you laugh at his distress. He straightens up again and tilts his head to the other side, "You do know what a red envelope for good news means right?" You raise your eyebrow in confusion, you just thought it was a promotion or like a special invite to dinner, "No?" Rain tenses again, clearly he did not want to be the one to tell you, "Okay well. It was nice seeing you y/n. Good luck finding Swiss." He quickly rushes past you. Shaking off the awkward end of the conversation, you continue on the assigned task, finding Swiss.