Masks (A Mephisto Pheles/ Rin Okumura x female reader)

Chapter 17 (Worries and Fears)

The white light of the moon casted through windows as she wandered the hallways slowly making her way back to her room.. Her eyes stared down at her feet deep in thought over Rin Okumura's plea. His words echoed over and over in her head. "Please!" It begged. "You have to trust me, y/n."

The echoing was so loud she had to stop in her steps. Closing her eyes she tried to push it down, resisting the temptation to go look for the teen. Y/n made a promise with every fibre of her being. She loved Mephisto so she planned on keeping her promise. She never wanted to upset him again. She never wanted to see that angry glare staring down at her. She wanted him to hold her with that warmth. She wanted things back to the way they were before she was given that photo from Belial.

She froze to the realization. The photo. It had never been picked up off the floor down in the living room. It still laid there untouched by the couch where Rin Okumura sat. She couldn't imagine the grief that would overcome her lover if he discovered the photo. He was highly intelligent. He'd be able to piece together that she had seen it. It would make him angry. She had to do something. She had to get it back before Mephisto discovered it. It was crucial. She couldn't bear to see that angry glare on his face again. Anything but that.

"Y/n!" A voice exclaimed as a figure bolted around the corner. Looking up she met her gaze with Mephisto's. He looked visibly concerned as he teleported to her and pulled her into a protective embrace. When he had woken up to find her missing, he felt as though he couldn't breathe. He had never felt such an emotion before. It seemed like what humans described as fear. He had panicked.

He hoped y/n had some kind of reasonable explanation for wandering away on her own. Was she trying to find a bathroom? Was she only taking a walk to clear her head? There was also the worst option. Was she trying to leave him? He felt that inability to breathe yet again. He couldn't erase what he had done this time. It would only erase y/n all together leaving her lifeless like an empty corpse with a pulse. He was at a loss for what to do if the worst option was correct.

"Where did you go, darling? You worried me." He asked her. She looked up at him feeling a tinge of guilt. Perhaps it was selfish of her to leave without telling him. He looked paler than usual. He looked almost sickly. Not just on his face, but in his green orbs as well. He was obviously worried about her. She didn't mean to upset him. This only made herself upset.

"I'm sorry. I was just going for a walk. I was having trouble sleeping. I didn't wanna wake you." She told him. He seemed to breathe a sigh of relief as he stroked her cheek then cupped it in his hand. She closed her eyes to the touch, feeling that ecstasy of warmth on his fingertips. He kissed her forehead and afterwards stared into her eyes. His gaze became serious.

"Please tell me next time you do something like that. Don't be afraid to wake me. Sleep isn't so necessary for me." He told her, the seriousness emitting from his tone. She smiled up at him and nodded, kissing the hand that still cupped her cheek. He flashed a warm smile down at her as he picked her up, carrying her back to her bed. Sleep may not of been important for him but he knew how important and essential it was to a human. He knew she needed rest and he knew he had to help her but before he could manage such a thing, he had to find out what kept her awake to begin with. It would most likely help her sleep. Plus he was genuinely curious.

"Darling." He began. She looked up expectantly into his green orbs. "Why were you having trouble sleeping?"

She couldn't stop herself from frowning at the thought of her nightmare. She could practically still feel the tight grip on her neck and hear his angry voice. 'Would he really do something like that?' She thought. Would he do something like that to her? She didn't wanna believe that. Especially when he flashed that warmth down at her so full of love and affection. Perhaps it was only just a dream. Perhaps she was being ridiculous.

"It was just a silly nightmare. It's nothing to worry about." She explained giving him a smile. It was hardly believable to him. He knew it was something that scared her a great deal. He could see through her sad lie. Her mask was obvious to him. He had years of experience after all.

"A silly dream that scared you out of bed." He told her with a matter of fact tone.

'Why else would she trudge into the cold night on a walk to clear her head?' He thought to himself. He couldn't help but wonder what had scared her so much. Once he got into her room, he sat her down on the bed. Sitting down beside her, he pulled her body to his and gently stroked her head. He felt bad for not being awake to calm her down at the moment she awoke in a panic. He could feel how tense she still was. He wanted nothing more than to be there for her. She was his world now. She was his everything.

"Do you want to talk about this dream?" He asked her. Y/n's eyes wandered down to her feet. She stared at the pink cotton socks she wore thinking about what to tell him. Would the dream upset him? She'd rather not see that side of him again. She never wanted to see Mephisto like that.

Although, it could always establish trust between her and her lover. It could strengthen their bond and, perhaps, it would make her feel better talking to him instead of bottling up the excess emotions inside. Finally she decided. It'd be best not to tell him. She didn't want him to worry or to be upset. She wouldn't risk the slight chance of strengthening their bond. It was simply to risky.

"I'd rather not talk about it. I'm sorry." She told him. He looked almost disappointed and concerned as he stared down at her. He wanted to know what such a dream would entail. The fact she didn't want to share it with him raised flags in his mind. He knew the true reason. He wasn't stupid. Most likely the dream would upset him.

It would be easy to dig into the sanctum inside her skull and pull up the memory. It would be simple to view it with force but not only would it be painful for her, but most likely it would upset her. Besides, he didn't see the point in causing so much discord over something so small. He decided it'd be best to respect her wish. It was little thing he could give her. He still felt guilty over what he had done prior to this after all.

"Alright." He finally said. With a snap of his fingers, she was in a pair of her new pjs. They were a light pink that matched her socks and decorated with white polka dots along with white lacings along the trims. In an instant her hair had also changed now being brushed neatly and pushed out of her s/c face.

Deciding to lighten the tense mood, Mephisto playfully tickled her making her laugh. She giggled to his touch as he laid her down on the pillows. They stared into each other's eyes in a loving manor. Mephisto felt so in love with her as he saw the affection in her gaze. Her feelings were raw. Her love was genuine. "My darling~" He purred, nuzzling into her neck. She laughed holding onto his warm skin and pulled his body closer. Breathing into his ear, she purred for him. It nearly drove the demon mad. He could begin to feel the lust bubble up inside of him but he had to resist. She needed to rest.

He would have to save her for later.

"Darling, you should get some sleep." He told her, brushing his hand against her cheek. She nodded in agreement. He was right. It was much to early in the morning to be awake. If she stayed up any later, she'd nearly become zombified before the sun would come back up for the next day. With Mephisto running his fingers along her frame, she found herself more and more relaxed as well as ready for bed. She found herself so relaxed even that she began to drift off on his rising and falling chest.

She had completely forgotten about the picture she had to retrieve as she drifted off into darkness. Her last thought was about how relaxing it felt to sleep on the warmth of his chest.

'What would I do without him?' She thought.