The Begging of Life (Scaramouche x Kazuha FF)

Chapter 8 Reflection of the Water

No One's POV: Ei, and Miko

"Good Morning Ei," Yae Miko patted Ei's head as she braided her silk-like hair. But no words from Ei. She was silent. Not a sound, her eyes were down, and her lips curved forward. As Ei finished braiding her hair, she got up from the seated position and made her way to the doors that barricaded her, and Yae Miko. Yae Miko rushed towards Ei, and grabbed her shoulder, As she did her kimo was ruffled, and Ei looked away in silence.

"Ei, talk to me what happened? Yesterday you-" Ei lifted her head, her eyes were like glass, and mumbled, "It was him, I hurt him, I need to see him." Ei dashed from the doors. As she left, Yae Miko was stunned, and called out, "Hurt who?! What?!" Yae Miko stood like a dead man with no reason. Her body limped on the door, "Good luck."

Ei ran through the city of her own, dashing past the cart of dangos, from the finest restaurant. The noises from her heels awoke others from towns, and the air bending between herself was whooshing sounds that could be heard from Liyue. She searched high and low, asking Ogura, to the fishes in the sea.

She would never stop until she found her son.

No One's POV: Kazuha and Scaramouche

"Good morning! You look quite tired today." Kazuha patted Scaramouche on the head as half of his body was off the bed. "Leave me alone." Scaramouche grabbed the pillow from beside him and stuffed his face in it. Kazuha stood in disbelief, "Get up, please." Scaramouche lifted his head to see Kazuha standing with his arms crossed, and his tone to be quite eerie. "We don't have anything to do today," Scaramouche mumbled. "Just get up. You can't waste the day away, and I need to hear everything from last night." Scaramouche rolled his eyes and wrapped himself tightly in the blanket. Kazuha twitched his eye. "I'm starting you a bath."

Kazuha made his way to the bath and started to run the water. With each drop of water, Kazuha's patience ran low.

Kazuha made his way back to Scaramouche to see him at rest again. Kazuha then got fed up with Scaramouche. He suddenly pulled the blanket away from Scaramouche as Scaramouche jumped up, and fought back, "Oh hell no! Give it back!" Kazuha then replied softly, "You have to get up, I can give you some drinks if you want." Scaramouche suddenly let go of the blanket sending Kazuha backwards, "Ohh drinks?!" Kazuha was shocked while he regained his balance, "Was it that easy, since when did you like alcohol this much?" Scaramouche titled his head, "Mhh, I don't know, I just want some."

Kazuha then dragged Scaramouche to the bath, "Take a bath as I get you some drinks, please." Scaramouche was being dragged and just rolled his eyes, "Fine."

Scaramouche slid the door closed as he stripped his clothes for his bare silk-like skin to be exposed to the air. He then made his way to the tub and gracefully stepped one by one in the tub. As he submerged his body in the glass water, he put his head on the edge and rested his palm on his face. Mhh this feels nice

Kazuha finally came back with bottles of Gin. Scaramouche's head popped up and reached his hands out for the bottles. Kazuha smiled, "It's good to see you warmed up to me seeing you more!" Scaramouche hitched his breath, "Oh uhh, yeah." Scaramouche looked away embarrassed, and started to take a bottle and chug it down in one sip.

"Slow down, you'll get sick." Kazuha patted softly on Scaramouche's back. Scaramouche soon put the bottle down and wiped his face, grabbed another one, and chugged one after another, "Scaramouche please slow down, you'll get drunk..." Before those words left Kazuha's mouth Scaramouche was bluntly drunk. "Mhh thank you Kazu~!" Kazuha's nodded his head as cold sweat of regret downed his neck.

Scaramouche soon started to lift his body from the water, put then plummeted under the water. Kazuha panicked as Scaramouche arose from the water. "Let me help you!" Kazuha rushed to get a towel from another room, but as he did he came back to find Scaramouche trying to reach a rag from a shelf, as his leg was propped up on a table, and his other leg tangled as he struggled to reach the rag, as a child reaching for a cookie jar.