Bitter and Sweet | Heikazuscara FF | Genshin Impact |

Chapter 1

Scara blinked sleepily, staring at the ceiling that seemingly stretched endlessly. He blinked again, his brain catching up with the rest of his body as he stood up. Propping himself on his arms. "Where am I?" he thought, thoroughly examining his surroundings. He was placed in a living room, the walls a dark red. Multiple pictures of scenery were hung up on the walls. A bookshelf was pushed against the wall next to where a door was. There was a shelf full of books and, by first glance at the bookshelf, they weren't organized.

His eyes traveled down to the floor. The floor was a beige carpet that looked dirty almost, he could see an occasional stain that whoever lived there didn't care to clean. Scara grimaced, scrunching up his nose as he propped himself up. He looked at the coffee table in front of him and noticed multiple case files strewn on the furniture. He fully sat up, the blanket covering him slipping off onto the floor. He froze, pain skyrocketing in his stomach and lower region.

Scara looked down at his chest. Bandages wrapped around his chest and practically constricted his breathing . He stared at the bandages curiously, turning his head to the side. Scara tenderly pulled off the bandages, he unraveled them until they pooled on his lap, the bandages fully off. He stared at the gaping hole in his stomach, he couldn't tell if it went straight through. He looked down at his chest, a bone? Was sticking out. A puzzled look came across his face. "I don't have bones.." he thought internally poking at the foreign object.

Pain erupted in his chest as he choked on his spit, the pain nearly brought tears to his eyes.

"What is wrong with me?" He thought aloud, staring at his finger which was now covered in red, "Since when did I bleed?"

He groaned, throwing himself back onto the black couch. He couldn't move much unless he wanted to be hit with a wall of pain. Many assumed that he was a masochist, however, not even he knew. The door to his right began to creak open as Scara shot up. His defenses were up as he was mildly aware of the intense bleeding from his stomach.

He made eye contact with a man with platinum blonde hair; a streak of orange-red on his right. They stared blankly at each other, the man's mouth hanging open for a moment before his eyes traveled down and widened. The man swiftly walked away, leaving Scara to stare dumbfounded.

"Gee, such a warm welcome," he grumbled, crossing his arms.

The man came back with another, only slightly taller than the blonde. He had burgundy hair with a dark highlight. Scara took notice of the moles below the man's olive-green eyes.

"You're awake?" The burgundy-haired man asked, raising a brow at Scara.

"You're awfully stupid," Scara responded bluntly, smirking when he seemed to tick off the other.

The man smiled passive-aggressively, about ready to spit back a remark before his blonde friend interfered, "Now is not the time Heizou!"

Scara raised an eyebrow, "So that was his name" he thought.

Heizou scrunched up his nose, contemplating on disagreeing before grumbly looking away, the blonde turned to Scara with an apologetic look.

"I'm sorry for him, he's quite suspicious of unknown people," the blonde explained, sheepishly bowing; Scara could get used to that.

"He should be sorry... no one out of their right mind speaks to me that way," Scara hissed, narrowing his eyes at Heizou; the other returned the look with just as much ferocity.

The blonde looked between, already looking defeated, "My name is Kaedehara Kazuha and that's Shikanoin Heizou."

Scara didn't acknowledge the names, turning away from his staring contest as he eyed Kazuha up and down, his name only serving to bring up harsh memories.