Letters - A Phillip Hamilton X Male Reader

Chapter 65: Direct Vengeance.

"Hamilton, at this rate, she is already going to figure out that it's you."

"Big deal. I already said I don't care if she finds out it's me. And how do you know? We just met today."

By now, the sky had turned completely pitch black, or it was at least slowly dimming into that color. The stars began to twinkle from up on high, yet crowds were still wondering about the streets of the city and chattering with one another as they walked. Ships before the New York Harbor wondered among the dark pool of the ocean, light emitting onto the ripples of water below.

The two had already left the resturant by now, and the plan Phillip had explained while they were there for their last step was.. well, quite simple actually. It involved the bucket which was now filled with water, which Phillip had gathered from the nearby lake in a park a few minutes earlier. Y/Ns legs ached from having to run from there to back to the city. How was it that even after running around for so long Phillip Hamilton still had energy?

Phillip had the water-filled bucket on the floor, and with some ropes he had gathered from a nearby store when they had left, he began to wrap them around a wooden door. Though as of now, as Phillips muscles ached from exhaustion and the sheer stamina he still had within himself, he did not seem to explain how it was they were going to get Mary to fall for such a trap yet again.

Y/N blinked, glancing to the side. "It.. matters not if you had only met today. She is going to realize that it's you."

"Didn't I just say I didn't care if she finds out?" Phillip replied back in a snarky tone, tightening the ropes among the top side of the wooden door. His taller stature in height truly could not be compared, for he really was almost as big as the door.

Y/N didn't reply with anything. Instead, silence filled the air as nearby citizens passed, gazing upon the two men in slight confusion. For what were the sons of two such important political figures doing out at night? That was a thought that had occured to Y/N within his mind—perhaps both of them would look completely out of their minds to onlookers who had seem them running around the city throughout the day.

Y/N thought about the whimpering waiter who had been smacked by Mary only a few hours earlier. Why had a waiter such as himself reacted so severely to what was only a mere slap? And better yet, why had Mary immediately concluded slapping him was the best option? A heavy feeling boiled within his chest as his fists clenched.

"Hey, you just gonna keep starin' or are you gonna get the bucket like I told you to?" Y/N was met with Phillips piercing eyes of light-blue staring back at him. Phillips brows were furrowed, stern-looking. Phillip must have been speaking to him as he let himself be consumed by his thoughts for merely a moment.

"..yes. I shall." Y/N responded, and took a step foward, letting his knees bend and letting his arms slowly reach out. His hands took hold of the bucket, feeling its cold silver surface beneath his fingers as he slowly raised it up into his arms. The cold and slightly humid air brushed against his skin as his eyes fluttered shut for a moment. His mind felt as if it were drifting off into space.

"..you're not talkin' a lot tonight, are you?" Phillip asked. Y/N let a sigh escape his mouth, and with a few steps foward, he reached his arms forth and held it there so Phillip could take it from his hands. He glanced upwards. He could see Phillips eyes of tsunami-blue gazing upon him, yet something within them seemed unreadable this time. He could not detect whether the waves within his soul were sharp or gentle.

As Phillip took the bucket in his trembling hands, Y/N bowed his head and looked down at the gray flooring of the sidewalk. "I.. suppose I am not. But why should that matter to you? If anything, I'd expect you to be almost happy that for once I wasn't speaking to you."