𝐝𝐚𝐦𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐞│ʰˣʰ

one ; lovely

one ; lovely

"CAN I HAVE YOUR PIN?" Y/n asked innocently, reaching out her hands. Scaramouche rolled his eyes.

"Why?" Scaramouche questioned his childhood friend, almost in a hostile tone. But Y/n knew. If she were someone else, she would've been dead. It was lovely feeling special.

"I like the number one," she replied in a short grin, Scaramouche sighed. He gave his pin toward her as she gave him her's. The measly pin didn't matter to him at all. To be frank, nothing mattered to him anymore. Except, maybe...

His indigo eyes darted toward the pleased maiden examining her pin for a long five seconds. Her. L/n Y/n

Magenta eyes stared at his. "Am I this pretty that you have to keep staring at me?" Y/n teased, poking Scaramouche.

He turned away, glaring at anyone who was in this sewage-like room. A poor green creature flinched slightly from the bloodlust, before turning back. "No, I hate to hurt your ego, but you have something stuck on your face."

Y/n's face flushed a crimson red, before coughing. "I see. Apologies for misinterpreting," she said, embarassed. Scaramouche was glad Y/n didn't notice anything else other than the constant staring.

Hours had passed already since Y/n had fell into deep sleep, and Scaramouche had had to carry the maiden bridal-style. A man whispered toward his friend, "That's an imaginary girlfriend you could never have in real life," beside them, a woman snickered.

"That person carrying the girl?" the woman whispered. "I would smash." It was the men's turn to laugh. "You? With him? I highly doubt it."

Scaramouche sighed. Y/n's almost blinding beauty had always been a problem in public. He had once have to personally pay someone a visit because of it. Let's just say that someone became ashes.

He quietly walked toward a corner, sitting down. It disgusted him that he was sitting on such dirty ground, but for Y/n, he did.

He lay Y/n on his lap, switching her into a comfortable position. Then, a man appeared. He was more of a 2x6 Lego piece than a man though.

"Hello!" the man greeted in a over-friendly voice. "My name is Tonpa-"

Scaramouche hugged Y/n tightly. "Scram." He spat out. That man... was unwelcome. Not only did the man smell like poison, he kept darting his eyes toward Y/n.

The man ran away, but not before giving one more glance toward Y/n. Scum, Scaramouche thought, before opening a book, and began reading.

Scaramouche had no track of time, but he knew they had stayed at the area for over one day. He sighed as he shut his book. The examiner had appeared.

A clear, loud bell awoke the young maiden. She blinked several times. Y/n rubbed her eyes, yawning. She observed the green bell with eyes and smiled.

"Scaraaa. That bell is so cute," she said sleepily, before getting up. A 'secret' wall opened, revealing a dark and endless hall.

"I apologize for the delay," a lavender haired man announced. "Thank you all for waiting. The entry period for Hunter applicants is officially closed."

Scaramouche's eyes narrowed as Y/n stared at Satotz in fascination. "Isn't it amazing, Scaramouche? He can run so quick like that!"

Scaramouche had no words. Was he losing to a mere insect like that creature? "At least we can run just as fast while running normally." He snorted.

Y/n rolled her eyes playfully. "You're so stiff. You know what, join that pin-head man, oh! And the clown too! Till you learn your lesson."

Scaramouche scowled and stalked toward the two men. "Dumped by your girlfriend?" The clown purred while running. "Fabulous, she's single then."

Scaramouche glared at the clown. "No," he hissed. The jester pouted.

"That's a pity~ She was so cute I just wanted to... eat her-" a sharp blade was on the clown's neck.

"Say that again." Scaramouche whispered, bloodlust oozing out. Several participants even collapsed to the ground. "I dare you."

Meanwhile, Y/n was happily chatting with someone two boys her age, eighteen. Gon and Killua. They had decided to start a competition.

"Loser has to buy lunch!" Y/n declared, "and for dessert, strawberry shortcake would be fabulous! And f/f too!"

"Don't talk like you won already!" Killua shouted, sapphire eyes set on the maiden. Gon just laughed sheepishly.

"Challenge accepted !" The two boys decided simultaneously. The pair ran past Y/n. She cursed quietly, and began to pick up her pace.

Eventually, they saw the end, and Y/n leaped toward the open air. Then, she looked back, magenta eyes flashing in amusement as Killua and Gon struggled to even get behind her.

She was even quicker than the examiner, she thought smugly, and gave an equally smug smile toward Gon and Killua as they arrived.

"Strawberry shortcake and f/f coming up, losers!" She grinned, giving them an almost mocking thumbs up.

Killua crossed his arms. "It's not fair." He pouted, but Gon interrupted him from his sulking.

"Satotz-san, is this where the second phase begins?" He asked. Y/n almost screamed from the cuteness emitting from Gon.

So his name was Satotz? Y/n mused, before shrugging. Why bother remembering the strange examiner's name when she would forget anyway?

Something Killua was doing caught the maiden's attention. She walked toward the albino, who was blowing into the fog, scattering it.

"There's a lot more people than I imagined," Killua complained. "And all of them look so weak."

As moments passed in awkward silence, Y/n saw Scaramouche, and as he noticed her gaze, he glared daggers at her.

Y/n smiled tightly. She had almost forgotten about her clingy yet temperamental friend. "Sorry, Gon, Killua, I need to go meet my friend."

"Who were they, did they look at you?" Were the two questions Y/n was faced due to the consequences of leaving Scaramouche.

7/13/24