You're My Enemy...Right? [Scaramouche x FEM! Reader]

~Understand?~ Chapter 15

(LAST CHAPTER WRAPPED UP LIKEEEE 2 CHAPTERS, THHIS ONE SHALL BE NORMAL... I'll also try to post a chapter every Friday. I make like 2 chapters at a time, at least, before posting em.) This chapter, ISTG, I was using random ideas.... So, yes, it is messy.

Y/n's POV

"Don't you think?" I asked in a sweet tone, that seemed to have caught Scara off guard.

Scara nodded, and slowly reached out to pet the black cat held in my arms. The cat sniffed his finger, before rubbing up against it. I smiled wider. Scara smiled slightly, and pet the cat more confidently. I had a question that I wanted to ask, but I knew it would ruin any sort of bonding that we may have had. I wasn't going to risk it. The question was: "Are you scared of being left behind?" I wasn't going to pry, though... I had just said that some things need time opening up, after all. "Kind of like flowers..." I said, out loud.

I hadn't even realized I said anything, until I saw Scara wearing a confused expression.

"Like things opening up, and getting comfortable... Reminds me of a flower. A flower seems so plain and unappealing, when you see it before it blooms, but it turns out to be beautiful if you have the patience that it needs. That's how I look on it, at least." I explained, smiling warmly. I looked down to the purring cat in my grasp, and it made me smile more.

I really hoped Scara understood what I was trying to say. I couldn't tell. He just stayed silent, enjoying the cats purrs, as well. He seemed to have smiled at my words, so maybe?

(HELP, BECAUSE A V FLOWER SONG CAME ON WHILE WRITING THIS. "STRANGE BY ¿?SHIMON"... ANYWAYS-)

The black kitten's paws outreached to my face, while it's purrs filled my ears. The motion was slow, and sweet. I couldn't help but kiss it softly on the nose, while booping it's soft paws. Scaramouche smiled slightly from the sight of the kitten, before he spoke up in a soft tone. The tone wasn't forced at all, and in fact, was quiet sweet... In a way.

"It's really adorable..." Scaramouche commented in a quiet voice.

I looked back up at him. Scaramouche's dark indigo hair almost matched the moonlight. The light of the lantern nearby shone on his hair, while his eyes almost seemed to glow themselves. It was an odd sight, but it wasn't unpleasant. I quickly snapped out of it, and nodded, agreeing with him. It was such a cold night, but very clear. No clouds were in the sky, at all. Goosebumps appeared on my arms as I realized how cold it might be for the kitten. I didn't want to risk it's safely, even if it did have a fur coat. "I feel bad leaving this kitten all alone, especially on a cold night like this...", I said in a guilty tone.

I looked up at Scara, once more, to see his facial expression. He was lost in thought, and I could tell that he didn't want the kitten to face any danger,  either. It was a stray that lived out doors, after all. He finally looked back at me, and spoke. "Well, unless we want to take the kitten in, we could sneak it into the bakery. I could hide it in the kitchen, in a big cabinet, that I could put some blankets in. I'm one of the only workers, and I get here earlier than everyone else," Made sense. "so I could make sure it's okay in the morning."

The idea seemed careless. Scara was risking his job, but I just smiled. At least, he was risking it for the kitten.

"Would you take it in, if you're plan fails?"

Scaramouche nodded quickly.

"Only if I need to."

I nodded back. I probably would too.

"How good are your acting skills?", I asked. Scara was about to speak, when I cut him off. "Oh, nevermind, they're amazing." I finished, in a salty tone. He was unamused by that one, nor did he understand what I meant.

"Why?"

"The manager is still in there, and will catch on. Pretend like you just forgot something, and go get it."

"If I am just 'grabbing something' why would you come in as well?"

"If I am there, he might back off and leave us alone."

Scaramouche retreated from the argument, and rolled his eyes.

I rolled mine too.

I quickly wrapped up the kitten in my cardigan, and stood next to Scaramouche. It would seem like we were holding hands, while walking in... but in reality I was holding onto the black kitten for dear life. The manager did look at us weird, but figured we forgot something. Aww, I wanted to see how good Scara's acting was, when it was about something else that wasn't my feelings. Scara and I were relieved that the manager had just left us alone. Our pace quickened, staying glued together. We didn't want to drop the kitten, or risk the chance that the manager would come in again. Once we finally made it into the kitchen we thought of how stupid we were. I honestly could've took in the cat, but we were already here.

Finally, we set the kitten down, in a cabinet that wasn't in use. I used my cardigan as a blanket, and bed, for the kitten. The black kitten was confused, trotted around the cabinet, and meowed curiously. It was quite loud.

We heard footsteps coming from outside the door. I panicked, and shut the cabinet. I quickly had an idea... Scaramouche probably wouldn't like it.

I quickly grabbed Scaramouche's hands and put them on my waist, before I wrapped my arms around his neck. From the doors view it would seem as though we were.... Cough cough, yeah... This brought our bodies together. Our noses were touching, as we stared at each other with panicked, widened eyes. Our bodies were pressed against each other. For the kitten... For the kitten to have shelter... I felt something against my chest. It was a thumping. His heart was racing.

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