Read in Dark mode for better experience.

The next morning came and Scaramouche was up with the sun, the T.V on but too low, for him to understand anything they were saying, not that he cared anyway. He glanced down the hallway we where you were sleeping, but just as he thought about getting up to see you, a rapid knock on the door was heard. Scaramouche glanced down the hall again before slowly rising to his feet, clutching his stomach as he slowly approached the door, only to wish he hadn't opened it. The person on the other side was wearing a black hoodie, and a mask over her mouth, but Scaramouche only needed one glance into the person's red eyes to know who it was. Scaramouche just barely dodged the person's sword as it was swung at him. The purple-haired male backed away as the masked person stepped inside, removing his mask and hood, revealing his platinum blonde hair with a single red streak.
"I'll ask you this one time," Kazuha said, voice deathly calm despite him glaring at the male with indescribable hatred. Kazuha pointed his sword at him. "Where is Y/n?"

Scaramouche stood there for a moment before smirking.
"You aren't going to use that," he said confidently, and Kazhua raised a brow.
"Oh? And why is that?"
"Because I'm one of Y/n's guests. She brought me here of her own free will," Scaramouche said almost proudly. "Attacking me would only upset her. And I'm sure you'd hate to do that."
"You're lying," Kazuha got into his fighting stance.
"And why would I do that," Scaramouche asked, crossing his arms over his chest and sighing, his whole demeanor showing that he was hardly afraid of Kazuha or his weapon. "If I had killed her or kidnapped her, I'd be rubbing it in your face by now." Kazuha knew that was correct, but that didn't make him falter nor lower his sword. "Y/n actually nursed me back to health after I was shot by the Shuumatsuban, so what do you think she'll if you actually manage to kill me?" He asked. "The man that she stupidly volunteered to nurse back to health, all of a sudden gone only leaving a trail of blood behind him." He jerked suddenly, and Kazuha's eyes widened when his bandages began to turn a deep red as his stitches tore. He merely laughed at the pain. "And in his place a traitorous fugitive with blood on his hands because I will put up a fight. If anything, it will make her run further away from you." Kazuha's eyes narrowed.
"You... You're playing her-"
"Of course I am," Scaramouche laughed. "It's all too easy to. She's naive enough to believe anything anyone says. Although, I'm sorry if you had already deemed her a replacement for that little friend of yours that the Shogun killed." Kazuha's eyes widened while Scaramouche burst out in laughter. "What a coincidence! The Shogun killed him, and now her descendant will be the one to kill Y/-"
In an instant, Kazuha was in front of him, and Scaramouche could only hold his arm up as the blonde swung his sword, creating a long cut along his forearm. Scaramouche backed away, just barley dodging thr swordsmans attacks while others made deep cuts along his body. Depsite the pain Scaramouche merely laughed with movement which only fueled Kazuha's anger.
"I will never let you hurt her," Kazuha growled. "I'll kill you-"

"Kazuha?" He looked up to see you standing at the other end of the hall, eyes wide and full of fear as you looked at him and the man below him.
"Y/n," he breathed, dropping his sword and rushing towards you. "Y/n, I'm so glad you're safe, he-" He reached out to you, only to stop when you backed away fearfully. Your eyes were on Scaramouche, filled with worry.

"No, Y/n," Kazuha grabbed your hand, and you flinched.
"He's manipulating you, he's lying to you, can't you see that? He'll hurt you!" He didn't even release his grip was tightening on you with every word.
"You're hurting me," you said, trying to pull away from him, but he kept you still.
"Y/n, listen to me-"
"Stop it Kazuha, that hurts!" You find pushed away from him and Kazuha watched in horror as you rushed over to Scaramouche, who had already fallen to his knees.
"Are you okay? I'm so sorry." Kazuha's heart sank to his stomach. This is exactly what wasn't supposed to happen. He was supposed to protect you. He was protecting you. Why couldn't you see that?
"Y/n-" Seeing him take a step forward, you quickly stood in front of Scaramouche protectively.

"Get out," you growled and Kazuha's heart broke, seeing the tears in your eyes. "Please, just leave." Kazuha lowered his head, grabbing his sword and slamming the door shut behind him.

"I'm so sorry."

After finishing tending to Scaramouche's wounds, you had made him some soup. You had been apologizing since Kazuha left, still coming to terms with the fact that he would even do something like that. 

"I told you it's no big deal," Scaramouche responded as you held the spoon to his mouth. He blew on it to cool it a few times before eating it. "But do you really have to feed me like this?" You lowered your head at the question.
"I'm sorry, first aid isn't my strong suit, and I really don't want you to tear your stitches again," you said. "So just bear with me please." Scaramouche sighed as he took another bite of the soup.

A week went by. You had stayed home, nursing Scaramouche back to health while also taking some personal relaxation time after getting a call from your boss insisting that you took a few days off from work. She didn't give a reason why but you decided not to complain and admitted a few days off would help after all the craziness that had been happening. 

"Alright..." You smiled as you removed Scaramouche's stitches. "The wounds pretty much healed. Looks like you're good to go." You noticed the male's gaze focused on the carpet below. 
"Something wrong?" You asked, and he looked up at you.
"I want to thank you," he muttered so quietly that you almost didn't hear him. "Would you...allow me to take you out this evening?" You stared at him for a minute, processing his question. 
"Wait, like..." you shifted nervously. "Like a date?" 
"What?" Scaramouche shouted, face instantly turning red. "No! I mean to thank you, of course." He quickly turned away, but you laughed, seeing how red he was, sitting down beside him and poking the hand he used to cover his face.
"Aw, you're blushing, you do want this to be a date!" You suddenly gasped. "Is this your first date!"
"No!" He shouted, slapping you with one of the pillows so hard that you fell off the couch. "It's not a date and I've been on plenty of dates, now go get dressed before I change my mind." 

You chuckled as you stood up.
"I will," you said. "There's this dress I have that's perfect for dates."
"It's not a date!"

"So where are we going?" You asked as you and Scaramouche walked down the sidewalk hand in hand.
"You'll see when we get there," Scaramouche growled.
"We'll how long is it going to take for us to get there?" You groaned. "If I knew we'd were going to walk this much, I would have worn flats." You motioned to the heels you wore, and Scaramouche merely shrugged. You had driven to the same shopping district you had taken Thoma to, and he said you'd have to get out and walk to the place he was taking you to. 

Scaramouche merely shrugged at your complaint.
"I told you not to dress like it was a date," he said, seeing that you were too focused on your aching feet and his words to realize he was taking you to a more secluded area. "But hey, at least wearing those ensures you won't be able to run." 

Now that I've played through 3.1 Scaramouche could be considered a bit ooc but whatever.