Look After A Naga [Naga Vincent × Reader]

- 18 - help

A lass, short and blond, was doing dirty work. She was in a yellow hoody and blue denim overalls shorts. Long yellow and pink socks and black doll shoes. Blue eyes were filled with toxic sweetness. Pale-ish skin with red rosy cheeks filled corrupted innocents. She was kinda chubby. She is that who always comes last in sports day every year in school.

This woman smiled as she came to me with a new clean injection. I got out my knife and swing near her neck. I don't want anyone especially (y/n) to feel the pain of knowing their lover is out there probably dead possible hurt.

Strike again, cutting her wrist. Blood oozed out of every cut I marked her with. She tried to get away but i plunged my bladed into her lower leg. She screamed out in pain. Pleading, scoffing out words over wails of suffering.

"Don't fucking me mess with me. Tell whoever sent you to stay the fuck back or else more than blood would be spilt." I threatened her and kicked the know broken needle out of her wounded hand.

I let her go and walked away with no fucks. It was self-defence after all.

I got crouch down and Picked up the resting weak vincent. Lightly breathing and unresponsive to my nudges. He completely out cold. I dropped my knife and picked him up.

I stood up with Vincent in my arms. Kinda heavy. But what do i expect when to pick up a tall male.

I went back to my car and put Vincent into the back seats. Letting him rest. I dragged out a kara's travel blanket from under the seats and put it on Vincent, tucking him in and making him comfortable.

Coldness took over the inside my car so I hurried to get in and out of the turn on my car. So it could warm away from the coldness.

Looking down upon my hand. Redness stained them. Blood covered them. I got out of my car with a cold water bottle and poured it over my hand.

Using multiple bottles to wash away the coldness.

Once it okay i got in my care with shaking hands. Numb feeling and coldness. I put on gloves and began to drive.

- morning - (y/n)'s pov-

Woken by the luxury sweet smell of pancakes, linguine in the living room. My body covered by a blanket but also two warm arms. The scent of vincent but also the pancakes. I shifted onto my back and pushing my self up to sit up.

I began to cry as i saw Vincent sleeping peacefully next to me. I held him tightly in my arms. I was glad that he was safe.

"Richard stop," Fritz yelled as he whined.

I stood up from the couch and slowly walked to the kitchen, tiredly. I was up until I couldn't remember going to sleep.

"Something smells gone." I entered the kitchen and noticed fritz trapped under the table.

"You worst than Kara. Don't eat any of the ingredients or the pancake mix." Richard trapped him under the table with chairs.

"What is going on?" I asked confused and still half asleep.

"He eating the pancake mix and the sugar." He told me.

"When did you get the ingredients to make pancakes," I asked knowing that didn't have much in the cupboards just some canned food like beans, soup and rice pudding.

"I went shopping in the morning with fritz. It is like having a child in a sweet shop." He flipped over a pancake. He had four plates out and all got 3 and some with 4 pancakes one them.

Butter boiled in the pan as it sizzled and splattered. The mix was still cooking, releasing a sweet scent. My mouth watered up at the thought of having on.

"How many are you making?" I asked.

"I looked up pancake mixtures for 4 pancake and times the mixture by 4. So 16 pancakes." He said with a small smile which was rare to see these days well with Kara being missing and I feel like he is under pressure by everything.

He trying to do his best. He works hard and I don't see him being the traitor. I think he just comes off suspicious. Fritz, on the other hand, is who i suspect because he is pushing things to the side. I did that but I want help find kara but fritz still is pushing to the side, blaming Richard but he is kinda childish and ignorant.

"I am sorry," I told him, wanting to at least try to help him find Kara. I know mike is getting bored with it is very quiet. I want Kara back.

"Lets not... didn't want to talk about it." He told me.

"We should go to the police to report her disappearance. Scott also wants to go to the police about her disappearance. We all want her back but we can't find her." I told him.

"Fine..." he sighed and finished cooking and took a plate sat at the table. I and fritz got ours and sat next to him.

We all ate in silence. Richard looked tired of lack of sleep. I know he older than all of us in the company but he is also a loner. I can tell he likes being on the side. Like side person. He was he just worked hardly talking to anyone and he really didn't like how loud kara was and how much she was bothering him.

Now he enjoys her around him and he cares about her. I remember when me, mike, kara, fritz and Jeremy were way. Kara and fritz were always together like best friends but kara is that type of person who can make friends easily with her bubbly personality. I miss her and her weirdness.

"We will find her. You can come to talk to me if anything bothering you." I told him, slight rubbing his back. I know he would refuse my help because of the very closed man. Only tell people who are very close to his things. Strong walls surround him and others.

"Thanks for the help... I tired and worried." He seemed to keep how he is feeling to himself. He is a broken man.

"You can sleep here. It alright to miss work if the issue is hard to handle." I told him.

I see him thinking about it. "Sure." He slight smiled. Slightly once again took hold of us as we continued to eat.

"How is your cat?"...