"A puppet?" || Scaramouche X Reader

✧Lost✧

You look up into the blazing sun.
Lying on the grass, with a tall tree overhead, helping you avoid the glare of the bright sun, you thought about where to start finding Scaramouche.
Easier said than done, he could be anywhere at this moment. You remember that he and the tsaritsa talked about the next mission being in Sumeru, but how would you of all humans know how to get there?

Traveling to another country where you can't even point the way sounds about as much sense as fighting an entire hillichurl camp unarmed.
Perhaps it would make more sense to ask someone how to get there and if they saw a particular young man with an extraordinarily large hat.

You let your head fall to the soft ground. All this thinking felt like you were being tortured alive.
But refusing to do so would not be an option in this case. While it probably wouldn't make that much of a difference to Scaramouche if you were by his side or not, it didn't feel right to part each other's ways like this.

You straighten up, hug your knees, and wipe away the sweat that had formed on your forehead with the back of your hand. Your gaze wandered to your belt and the empty scabbard, maybe you should have looked for your sword in the Inn before you had left.
But who knows what could have happened there?
You got up again by pushing yourself up from the tree.
"Let's see where this path takes me to"

Scaramouche pov:

I woke up again to the blinding sunlight. Last night felt like an eternal nightmare from which you can never wake up. I climbed out of the tent and back into nature. A quick look at the square was enough for all the recent events to be buzzing around in my head like mice again.

Y/N's sudden disappearance.
The footsteps.
And the bloodstains.

But apart from all these things, one question, in particular, stood out.

Who dared to take her away from me?

I looked to the side, leaned down on my hat, and put it back on my head. Casting my gaze back ahead, I saw one of the troops running toward me.
He looked like he was about to collapse, with bad posture, dark circles under his eyes, and tattered clothes.
Something must have happened, that much is clear.
I approached him before he started breaking the news

"M-my lord, they're all d-death"
He spoke in a stuttering voice. His fear was clear to hear
"Who is dead?"
I spoke, in a lower tone than usual. My cold gaze fixed on him as I awaited for the reply that followed

"The whole squad, they-, THEY ARE ALL DEAD!"
The soldier spoke in a loud voice. I frowned and crossed my arms
"That's all?"
I spoke with a relieved look,
before continuing
"Who killed them?"
As soon as I asked that question, the soldier gave me a scary look
"It was a young man, teal-coloured hair, amber eyes, and clothes no ordinary resident could afford. Also, he carried a large spear at his side and fought with it as swiftly as a predator."
I looked at him with a puzzled look
"Is that all?"
I asked in an annoyed tone
"Well before he chopped up each and every one of us he asked if were dealing or working together with an H/C and E/C person"

My eyes widened.
This guy spoke of Y/N, no doubt. But why was he looking for her?
Could it be that he was the one who 'saved' Y/N?
Both had combat skills and the footprints would suit a male gender well
"You're saying that each and every one of them is dead, yet here you are. Alive."
He looked down, avoiding eyecontact with me, he spoke
"He said if I would deliver you a certain massage he would let me live"
I raised an eyebrow
"And the message was?"

"The next time he finds her, whether wounded on the ground or alive, he'll kill her not matter what."

I looked at him with rage, anger washing over me
"It was him, no doubt!"
I spoke while contemplating my next move
"If so, I want you to let herr majesty know that Y/N is gone!"