Mystic in the Air - Ghirahim x female reader

Chapter Thirty: Advice

Ghirahim's POV: The Next Afternoon

I haven't seen (y/n) in a while. Then again, I holed myself up in my room for three days, so I can't be saying much. But still, I can't find her anywhere. I've already checked all her usual spots. The library is empty, the training grounds are full, and Uttara hasn't seen her in a couple of days. Currently, I'm walking down to her room, my pace much faster than normal. As I approach, the guard salutes. 

"As ease," I command, exasperated. 

He lowers his arm, but he's still standing impossibly straight, shoulders held high. 

"Have you seen (y/n) today?" I ask.

"No sir, your majesty. She hasn't left her room all day," he replies confidently.

I panic slightly, remembering the large balcony in her room. Did she jump? But if she did, I would have seen her body in the courtyard. Maybe something else happened. Does she keep the doors locked at night? Did one of the assassins enter her room? I tap my gloved knuckles on the door lightly. No response. I knock harder. Again, silence. I try the doorknob to find its lock. Of course, it's locked. She must think I'm a creep. I'm considering just teleporting in until I remember that I've never been inside before. I grit my teeth, thinking. The guard reaches into his pocket and holds out a key. I take it without a second thought and unlock the door, swinging it open. I give the guard his key back before stepping inside and closing the door behind me. The guard resumes his position. He's doing a good job. I might have to give him a raise.

The room is empty. There's a pillow on the floor and the covers are still pulled back. That makes me feel a bit better. The dresser looks like it's been rooted through recently. One of the drawers is still open. There's a pile of worn clothes in the corner next to the closet. I guess she doesn't leave frequently enough for servants to clean up. To each their own. I, personally, can't function with a messy room. The doors to the balcony are open. I step outside. Still no sign of her. I step back inside and over to the bed. There's a framed picture with a crack in the glass next to her bed. Whoever was hired to draw it did incredible work. It looks so realistic. I pick the pillow off the floor, place it where it belongs, and make the bed. If any of the servants saw me doing this, they'd be appalled. I chuckle at the thought. I sit on the edge of the bed and pick up the picture. It depicts a decently handsome man with his arm around a young woman. They're both looking down at a baby in the woman's arms, large smiles on their faces. The baby is swaddled in a blanket with a tuft of (color) hair sprouting out. Both the mother and the father share similarities with (y/n). This must be her and her parents. She told me once she was an orphan, but both of the parents look healthy in the picture, with their bright colored hair and flushed faces. Her mom is wearing a lavender dress while her dad has something that looks like knight's chainmail. He must have been a knight. I mean, it makes sense. So is (y/n). I place the picture back down carefully. Maybe (y/n) simply stepped out during the guard rotation. But that wouldn't explain why the door was locked. Still, my gut is telling me she'll be back soon. I cross the room and sit with my legs crossed on the decorative rug. She'll be back. And when she does return, I'll be waiting.

Your POV: The Same Time

I walk into the Bazaar. My senses are flooded with nostalgia. It's exactly the same as the last time I was here. I slowly make my way over to Gondo's booth and knock on the desk. He turns around and raises his wielding mask. 

"(Y/n)! Where have you been!?" he exclaims.

"It's good to see you too," you smile.

He leans on the counter to get a better look at your face.

"You've seen better days. How's the Surface been treating you?" he asks.

"Oh, well, it's definitely been keeping me busy. I'm currently on an assignment, but I decided to take a break," you reply.