Bete Noir (Villainous OC oneshots)

Old Ghosts.

**** A surprise Fic that I wrote just out of a wild hair, Jaye is feeling a little down. She gets some comfort from the lovable, cannibalistic Wild child :3
I do not own Kurosaiga, she, as y'all already know is the OC of The-Masked-Dragoness, nor do I own Villainous. Trigger warnings include angst, hints of PTSD, anxiety, depression and alludes to psychological issues. Do not read if you're easily triggered. ****

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-Looks like Jaye's back again-

Saiga's fingers signed out the statement, catching Flug's attention just in time for him to fumble to flip the switch on his desk to deactivate the security system.
He peered at the monitor, along with Kurosaiga, who hopped down from the examination table where she was sitting, her multicolored eyes locking onto the screen curiously.

"Hmm... N-normally she just teleports her way inside... "

-She's not really looking too good either... You think she's hurt?-

"No. She's got a healing factor, remember?" Flug replied uncertainly, voice sounding anxious.

His apprehension was well placed, the Wendigo noted.
Though she hadn't known Jaye for very long, Saiga knew that Jaye being upset couldn't mean anything good.

Hell, the Demoness had sucked the entire manor into her pocket dimension and knocked out all the power within a two mile radius just from having a nightmare once. In terms of power instability, she was not far from being on par with Black hat.

It was evident with how she walked that Jaye wasn't in the best of temperaments. Her shoulders were high and almost hunched, her head was ducked, the rain that was pouring down from the darkened sky thoroughly soaking her and her clothes in a way that was a dead ringer that she was not herself.
Kurosaiga sniffed and made a soft, chirruping noise to convey her own concern before weaving her black fingers through the air.

- Well... Somebody's gotta go and see what's up. -

Flug noticeably tensed and even without the paper bag being off, Saiga could tell that the idea didn't particularly thrill him.

".... Be careful... If she's not in a stable mood, you might not want to bother her. "

Saiga huffed and lowered her eyelids, giving Flug a mildly sarcastic look.

-Please. If I can deal with our Psychotic Eldritch abomination of a boss when HE'S having a mental breakdown, I'm sure I got this. -

With that, the Wendigo Exited the lab and scented the air to catch wind of Jaye's distinctive smell before setting off in that direction.

It predictably led all of the way back to Jaye's room.
Normally, Kurosaiga wouldn't dare enter Jaye's room without knocking. Shit, if Black hat (and Demencia) had walked in on the woman naked or half naked, Saiga could hardly imagine what awaited for her on the other side of the door but, summoning up her fortitude, she pushed open the door and was immediately assaulted by the scent of citrus and lavender soap.

If the wet leather jacket carelessly flung in the corner of the room or the steam coming out from underneath her bathroom door didn't say it, Common sense dictated that the woman was definitely indulging in a hot shower.

Curiosity got the better of The Wendigo and gingerly, she began to look around Jaye's room.
Jaye had obviously not done much personalization to the room and honestly, Saiga couldn't blame her considering who all lived in the Manor.
The room had a standard queen sized bed against the back wall, covered in White and light blue linens and a large black fuzzy duvet, a bookshelf chock full of many books, a computer desk, dresser, armchair, closet and a small fridge in the far corner of the room.
The only items of interest, Saiga noted, were the many weapons that were mounted on the walls.