Lyon Vastia x Reader

Getting A Visitor

Lyon's POV

After (Y/N)'s battle with Yuka, I walk to the infirmary to go see how she is doing. I am hoping she will not wake up for a little while so I can have some time to think.

As I arrive inside of the infirmary, I look around, seeing that it is very plain, yet I expect the appearance to be better.

The room (Y/N) is placed in has white tile everywhere, making up the majority of the room. A single bed is pushed up against the wall, placed right in front of the entrance door, with a pale, ice blue pillow and matching sheets. A window is placed a little low, ending just at her chin, but it gives her the perfect view of the arena so that she can see the battles and events that will be going on.

Well, that is if she is to be on bed rest for quite a while, which I doubt will happen since she is one of the most stubborn and head strong women I have ever met, yet I love her so much because of it.

I walk over to her bed, sitting in the silver chair that is placed beside the bed. Taking a lock of her (h/c) hair, I bring it up to my lips, giving it a soft kiss filled with love and relief.

No matter how much I try to deny that I do not love her anymore, I am just fooling myself because I am shocked at what she has become in these last seven years. I can still see the (Y/N) that I have fallen in love with all those years ago. Like my teammates, I vow to bring my beloved back to the way she was, instead of the dark dragon witch she has become now.

Taking hold of her small hand in my, much larger, one, I gently stroke my thumb against her knuckles, and lean closer to her. I need to see how badly the injuries are spread.

There are bandages wrapped around her forehead, stomach, wrists, and legs, ending at her ankles. 'Yuka really did a number on her. When she wakes up, I will have to ask her some questions,' I think, reminiscing about the battle that took place just a few hours ago.

It still amazes me how she could've gotten beaten by Yuka. I do not doubt my friend when it comes to his skills in fighting, but he does not have the best of luck sometimes.

When I back away a little bit from the close proximity we are both in, I look to the round table, which stands beside the other side of her bed.

A growl of jealousy produces from my throat as I see a vase of black roses with a black ribbon made of shadows wrapped around them. My eye twitches in irritation at the sight of the unique flowers.

I quickly grab the white note attached to the front of the vase. My eyes quickly scan the room to make sure nobody else, but the sleeping form of my beloved, is in the infirmary room, so when the coast is clear, I flip the small letter open.

'(Y/N), I-I know this may seem strange, coming from someone you just met, but I wish you to become healed and I want to battle you as well. Be careful and u-um l-loving wishes!

-Rogue Cheney and Frosch'

The hold on the (e/c) eyed beauty's hand tightens because of my own.

Although, none of this makes sense because (Y/N) is a shadow dragon slayer as well as the man known as Rogue. He doesn't even know her, yet she knows the exact same magic as he does. Him teaching her for all of these years would be the only explanation, but she is not a member of Sabertooth.

'What information am I missing? Seven years ago, Rogue would barely be a teenager! They never trained under the same dragon since all of them only take one human under their wing to teach them the art of dragon slaying magic. (Y/N), what are you hiding? How powerful have you become...?'

A hand setting themselves onto my shoulder startles me, making me jump slightly from my seat as my chair screeches slightly. I looked up to see Sherry, a sad smile upon her face, "Lyon, we're going to get her back, but remember, she needs to want to be back to her old self as well. Most of this has to be on her..."

I nod, standing up from my seat, and leave an ice make sculpture of the two of us kissing, with hearts surrounding us, on the round table beside her bed. I won't give up on her!