maid • kaeya

lx

• third person •

The night's winds blew strongly as (Y/N) walked home. She had her head down, her newly gained Vision being clutched between her fingers. She had no idea why it had come, or what she was supposed to do with it. (Y/N) didn't know how to fight.

(Y/N) glanced at it in her hand, her heart only sinking further. All she could think about was Diluc being gone. There was nothing that could make her feel happy about this.

Eventually, (Y/N) made it to Springvale, the moonlight above shrouded by the clouds.

(Y/N) didn't even realise when there was a call for her name.

"(L/N)! There you are."

(Y/N) was still staring at the ground, walking towards her house.

Her eyes widened when her arm was grabbed, abruptly tugging her back. (Y/N)'s pupils shook, rapidly ripping her arm away.

Her eyebrows furrowed, staring at the girl in front of her. "What do you want?" she muttered.

(Y/N) hadn't seen her childhood bully in a while. She'd have thought she would have grown up by now.

The girl's lips simply stretched into a menacing smile as she folded her arms, her head tilting. "Death really follows you anywhere, huh?"

(Y/N)'s eyes narrowed. The girl took out her hand, beginning to count on her fingers.

"First, you kill your mom, then, your dad almost died! And now, you've gone and killed Master Crepus. You couldn't have kept it to your own family? I bet that guy living in your house is dying too with how sick he looks, hahaha!"

"Th... these are nothing to do with me," (Y/N) attempted to retort. Her breath became shaky, stepping back.

"No one has that many people dying so early in their life. I bet that you're cursed, for being such a horrible kid. I suppose it's just your punishment!"

"I feel sorry that your mom gave birth to you. I bet she would've survived a lot longer without you! And maybe then everyone would've hated her a liiittle less. It's a shame you're both just leeches. Maybe Master Crepus dying was so that you would stop leeching off his son like your mom did with your dad and Master Crep-!!"

All of a sudden, the girl shrieked.

(Y/N) had shoved her to the ground.

"Don't you dare talk bad about my mother!" she yelled. (Y/N) immediately sat on the girl, lifting her fist, the moonlight eerily lighting up her back. The girl screamed.

"Get off!!! HELP!!!!! GET OFF!!!!"

"Don't you dare put your hands on me!!! You'll regret th–!"

(Y/N) punched her in the face. She didn't even notice people coming out of their houses.

Her glare remained ice cold when she was dragged off the girl, everyone's yelling fading out in her head.

"What's happening..? (Y/N)..?!"

"Your daughter punched me!! I should charge her for assault!"

Familiar warm hands helped (Y/N) up. Everyone was still shouting at her, and now they were shouting at her dad too. (Y/N)'s breathing began to quicken. "Dad," she cried. "It's too loud."

"Come on." (Y/N) didn't react when her father hurriedly took her away from the scene, bringing her inside. Finally, the yelling began to fade, though (Y/N) was finding it harder and harder to control her breathing.

Luca bent down slightly to her height, a frown on his lips. "(Y/N)... deep breaths."

(Y/N) was gasping for air. She shoved her father away when he attempted to hold her shoulder. Her hand was going red as she gripped her vision, the ridges stabbing into her palm.