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Scarather (GI) yandere fic

Scaramouche loved him. Watching him, touching him, feeling him. He loved every part of it. He couldnt deny it. But very soon, Scaramouche will have him in his grasp. And finally, all his fantasies will come true. Finally, the traveller will be his. Finally, Aether would be his.

He simply had to wait for the right time.

He was hidden well at Wangshuu Inn, the place where Aether was headed to visit his 'beloved' adeptus, the adeptus that Scaramouche had killed minutes ago. He chuckled at the memory, rubbing at the blood that he didnt have the time to clean up before Aether came. Soon, his love will be his and only his. He waited patiently for his beloved to fall into his trap, and fall into his trap he did. Aether teleported to the teleport waypoint, a smile on his face and a plate of some kind of food in his hands. Scaramouche guessed it was Almond Tofu, the filthy adeptus's favourite food. No matter, the adeptus was dead anyways. Serves him right for trying to love what was his.

Aether had made it to Xiao's balcony, the balcony that he had first met him. Scaramouche's smile widened even more. His plan was going as smoothly as possible, as if Aether wanted to fall into his trap, and in some psrt of Scaramouche's twisted mind, he believed that. Scaramouche heard that angelic voice of Aether's call out the dirty adeptus's name, and relished his confusion when the teal-haired bastard didn't appear like he usually did. He loved that look, he realised. He was going to remember that look for the rest of his life.

Arther tried again, calling out even louder this time. And again. And again. Getting more worried every time, until tears were streaking down his beautiful cheeks and his voice was hoarse. Scaramouche loved that look too. Aether shook in disbelief, scared for the undeserving adeptus.

And in that moment of weakness, Scaramouche was able to penetrate his mind.

Scaramouche dug deep, creating fake memories and deleting the ones he didn't need. The ones of the irrelevant adeptus, for example. His beloved didn't need someone else, when he had him, did he? No, he decided, he didn't. So away they went, never to be spoken of again.

He created a fake life for the both of them, one where it was Scaramouche he loved, one where they had a happy, loving relationship and Scaramouche didn't kill his friend, the one he forgot the name of. Perei, or something like that? Why did he need to remember anyways? It wasn't as if the guy was relevant.

He erased Aether's past, only keeping parts of his memory that he decided that Aether would need. His sister? He didn't need that. He would only want to find his sister, which would take him away from him. His wanderlust? He took that away too. His friends, his family, his past, everything except the basics of this world they were living in was taken away from him. The were unneeded, so they were discarded. And so Scaranouche created the perfect Aether for him, and made him a whole new identity.

When Scaramouche was done, Aether collapsed on the spot. Coming out of his hiding place, he walked over to the unconscious male. A small smirk on his face, he lifted the blonde up, bridal style, and flew to their new home.

Aether woke up in an unfamiliar environment, eyes red and throat sore.

He saw Scaramouche.

His eyes widened for a short while, a headache forming then disappearing as quickly as it came.

Then he opened his mouth.

He said three short words.

Scaramouche's smile could only grow wider.