Notebook dreams //A Scaramouche x reader fanfic//

27: Raindrops

Scaramouche had a big grin on his face when we reached my room. If he grinned more, his face would tear apart. His indigo hair fell in front of his face, as he fell backwards into my bed. Grin still on face.

I closed the door slow and quiet. When it was all the way closed, and locked, I snapped my head at Scaramouche. His grin had not faded one bit, if any, only grown.

"You are a dickhead. What was that!" I gritted my teeth and walked closer to him. Scaramouche leaned back on his arms, and his cocky grin wider than before. I am honestly surprised that his face was still intact.

"That was entertainment, a game and a distraction."

"A distraction from what?"

"See, it worked, you don't even remember." His grin got less cocky. He almost seemed to have empathy, by whatever I didn't remember. I shrugged and sat down in my bed beside Scaramouche. It was starting to get darker outside, breezier and small rain droplets fell down from the sky and on the window over my bed.

The orange sun reflected on the, already, light grey clouds and made them orange with a tint of pink. A raindrop landed right over my, and slowly slided down the window. Another landed, and they started racing against each other. Many others soon joined, and it started to rain more and more. I couldn't see which droplet won, because of the rain, that now fell hard down. The sound was calming.

I had once layed like this with my mother, while she was pregnant with Simon. We were outside, it was summer, and the butterflies were still flying all around in the air, the birds chipped their lullaby. My mom pointed up at the sky at a cloud, that was shaped like a bunny. The small body with tiny head and big ears, still was engraved in my memory.

Little 11 year old me wanted to own a pet so bad. To have someone to cuddle when mom wasn't home. To have someone or something, to play with and take care of, that weren't just a toy or doll. To have some responsibility. I had begged my mom for years, and had given up on my father after the first couple times, but the answer was always the same. No. NO bunny, no cat, no dog, no fish, no nothing.

My mom was a sweet and smart woman though. She was like me. Had philosophic thoughts, and carried them out to people, whether through words or codes. We often would stare at the sky late in the summer night. The cold biting our cheeks in the winter, and the shivers on our bodies. Father would bring out hot chocolate with marshmallows and blankets, for us the lay on and cuddle in.

I remember once, we were outside, our usual spot, when I asked her what she thought life was like. What death was, and if I should be scared. She had thought about it for some time, before she gave her answer.

"When the snow lands on the blood moon. The tree flourish and bear fruits. The apple will fall, but not far along. And the birds chippings blow up. When the fire from hell reaches heaven, and all life beyond.
With responsibility comes failure. But those who tame the flame, without breaking a sweat, can and know limits, boundaries and meanings. Will succeed and tame the fire.
The blood moon will die down. The tree, wither to ash, the apple get picked up, either to rot, or enjoyed. The snow will melt, the bird will shut it's beak, when the fire from hell, reaches heaven."

None made sense, but I remember every word. I asked her same the question the next time, and next time again, and again. Her answer always the same. I still haven't cracked what she meant. In a nutshell, yeah some. But the meaning behind it, the full and complete meaning, no clue. She would hide things.

I snapped out of thought. The rain was still falling heavy on the window. Scaramouche was laying with his back facing towards me, a low noise could be heard coming over from him. A snore. Was he asleep?

I sat up in my bed and looked over his shoulder. His eyes were fully closed and his breathing was calm. I smiled to myself before deciding to wake him up.

I shook his shoulders, he groaned and rolled over to face me. I placed my body back down on the bed and stared into Scaramouche's groggy eyes. He was tired, to say the least.

"Sorry to wake you, but I got to ask you something. It might be a bit to personal, but please." I smiled as Scaramouche nodded, he wasn't all awake yet, so I clapped my hands in front of his face. He first closed his eyes, before snapping them open again.

"Do that again, and I will not answer." His voice was low and tired. I placed my arm underneath my head.

"Okay fine, I won't."

"What is it?"

"Well, how did your relationship with your mother get that bad?" Scaramouche's eyes widened again and he groaned. HE turned around, his back facing me again. I sighed and shook my shoulders.

I turned back on my back and stared up at the window again. I thought about the two raindrops, who would have won? The small one was faster, but made many swings and it weren't that fast, of that very reason. The larger one weren't that fast, but took a shorter route and landed on the glass first.

My guess was the larger one. It was in the lead before, so it would make sense. It had collected many other droplets on it's way, while the other, almost dodged them all.

"She never really cared to be honest. She was never proud, happy or helpful." I heard Scaramouche speak from beside me. I didn't answer, and he kept on talking.

"She would only care, when my grades were bad or if I had beat up some kid at school." A sigh could be heard before he kept on speaking.

"Raiden didn't make it any easier. Not to mention, none of know who the fuck our dad is." I snickered at the way he said that last sentence. A stuffed laugh from Scaramouche was earned in return.

"Then my mother found Yae. I thought that someone would finally like me, care for me. But no, she was only using Ei for her own benefit, but Ei is to blind to see it. I have given up trying to hep a long time ago.
To be honest, it was always bad, our relationship, but Yae Miko and Raiden didn't boost it, at least not the right direction. Now, I am just waiting to get old enough to move out. To leave that shithole of a home."

"I don't ever want to go back there."

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Hello comrades.

Some lore about the mothers, yes yes, very good:)

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