tw!!! some sensitive themes here — Y/N is basically just talking to themselves and mentions very graphic terms lol

-MEANWHILE-

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You

"Holy shit..."

"Are you seeing this too?..."

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"Hehe... Fuck yeah, I am."

You sat on the sofa of someone's "hideout", looking up at the ceiling. The lights were spinning and you saw so many vibrant colours.

You two were high out of your fucking minds.

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-TWO WEEKS AGO-

You

"I'm gonna fucking find you, Thoma."

You whispered to yourself, walking around Sumeru with a leg in bloody shambles after escaping through those tight metal restraints.

You

"Thoma... Thoma..."

"You just fucking wait..."

"The moment I see that ugly... Green-eyed... Blonde... Manwhore..."

"I'm gonna fuck him up so bad."

You breathed ever so heavily limping through the grass. Stupidly, you were leaving a long trail of blood while you went at it.

The minute you had your sense of freedom the only thing that came to your mind was your undying hatred for that whore.

You

"I'm gonna..."

"Rip out all your hair... Scoop out your eyeballs and feed them to you..."

*Chuckle*

"Tear out your fingernails... Break all the bones in your fucking body..."

As you walked, you stared down at the ground, your vision blurry.

*Thump*

You put your all into lifting your head to see just where that noise came from.

In front of you, you saw a boy.

A boy who had fallen.

A boy with...

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An ugly ass haircut.

You

*Pant* "Thoma?..."

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"Who the fuck are you..."

The boy shakily lifted his head up to look at you as he was stuck on the ground.

You

"Wait-"

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"Kuni?!"

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"No- No!"

"It's Scaramouche now! Don't call me that fuckass ugly name!"

He yelled.

You

"Holy shit..."

You snapped out of everything. All the violent thoughts about Thoma escaped your mind, and you were stuck on the fact that you had met Kunikuzushi himself.

You

"What the fuck happened to you?"

Scaramouche

"Ugh..."

You asked, looking down at him. 

He was practically crawling on the ground with broken tubes followed by blood sticking out of his back.

Scaramouche

"That stupid fucking doctor can tell you what happened."

You just looked at him, confused.

You

"So you're my replacement..."

Scaramouche

"Huh?... The fuck are you talking about?"

Scaramouche just had to think for a good second.

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Scaramouche

"You're Y/N."

"Holy shit."

"No wonder why you brought up 'Kuni'.

You

"Hmph."

Scaramouche

"How'd you get out?"

You

"I forced my way out. Duh!"

Scaramouche

"Pfft."

"Expected."

"Why Sumeru?"

You

"You know Thoma?"

Scaramouche

"Huh?..."

You

*Sigh*

"Tall guy with a slutty waist."

Scaramouche

"Every tall guy in Inazuma has a slutty waist."

You

"Blonde?"

Scaramouche

"I might have an idea."

You

"Good."

"I'm hunting him down."

"I'll kill him."

Scaramouche

"Hah, dramatic."

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"Uh..."

You

"Okay."

"Nice talk! Bye."

You limped your way around him as he was still crawling on the ground.

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Scaramouche

"Wait."

You turned around and watched Scaramouche struggle to get back up.

Scaramouche

"I uh..."

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"I'd like to talk to you."

You tilted your head slightly in confusion, looking back at him as you could see mysterious purple liquid dripping down from his back.

You

"Is that so?..."

"About what?"

Scaramouche sighed and looked away in embarrassment.

Scaramouche

"I... Have been trying to talk to you for a while..."

You

"Alright. Spill it."

Scaramouche

"Not here... I don't want to talk about it here."

You

"Then where?"

Scaramouche

"Follow me."

*Thump*

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You

"Hahaha!"

You burst out in laughter, watching Scaramouche's knees buckle and he was again on the ground.

You

"Your ass is literally crumbling on the ground! Haha! How am I supposed to follow you?!"

Scaramouche

"Argh- Shut your trap!"

You continued to laugh.

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You 

"Where to?"

You asked, as you limped back to him and picked him up, wrapping his arm around your neck to support him in getting up.

Scaramouche

"Don't touch me!"

Scaramouche squirmed around, trying to get your hands off him.

You

"Stop being a fucking baby."

"This is the only way you'll get to talk to me."

Scaramouche groaned in annoyance.

Scaramouche

"Ugh... That way."

He pointed to the left. 

Scaramouche's feet were literally being dragged on the grass, he wasn't trying to walk at all — Therefore, you had to carry all his weight. 

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He wasn't too heavy though.

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-A FEW HOURS LATER-

You

"The fuck is this?..."

You asked, entering a narrow entrance that was surrounded by huge boulders. Once you entered, you noticed a bunch of random shit hauled in there.

You

Reminds me of home.

Scaramouche

"My hideout."

You

"Ah."

Scaramouche

"The couch- Bring me to the couch."

You

"Huh. So I'm your slave now."

Scaramouche

"Shut it."

You chuckled.

You grunted and put Scaramouche down on his sofa. 

He leaned back, totally forgetting that five huge tubes were sticking out of his back.

Scaramouche

"Agh!"

You

"Shit!"

He began to whimper (😻), and you saw loads of blood drip from his back and his mouth.

You

"Dumbass! How do you forget something like that?"

Scaramouche

"Don't lecture me right now! Just-"

"Ugh..."

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"Help me..."

He said, ashamed.

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You

"Sure."

"Do you have scissors or something?"

Scaramouche

"Huh?... Why?"

You

"I'm gonna cut your clothing."

Scaramouche

"What?!"

You

"Well if I'm gonna fucking help you, you've gotta take your shirt off!"

Scaramouche

"Fuck no!"

You

"Too fucking bad! You've got five huge holes in your back and I don't know how I'm supposed to help you if I can't take your shirt off."

Scaramouche

"Agh, stop! That sounds so bad!"

You

"Stop whining!"

You grabbed the top of his shirt with two hands and started tearing it apart.

Scaramouche

"Ack!"

You

"Shush."

Scaramouche

"What are you?!-"

"Hey!"

You

"Stop squirming around! I couldn't find scissors anywhere so this is our solution!"

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As carefully as you could, you took out the remaining material of the tube from his back.

Scaramouche

"Agh- Fuck!"

You

"Just one more to go."

Scaramouche was gripping the cushions of the couch tight.

this really sounds like it's going the wrong way guys...

You

"Relax."

Scaramouche

"It's hard to! It fucking hurts like hell!"

You

*Sigh*

"Worth a shot."

"Ready?"

Scaramouche

"No!"

You

"One, two, three!"

You said, without hesitation.

Scaramouche

"Agh!"

You

"Okay, okay... Easy..."

"That was the last one."

Scaramouche breathed heavily, wiping the blood that dripped from his mouth while you put the last bandage on his back.

Scaramouche

"Gross. It looks like I'm in a bra."

You

"Haha! You look stupid!"

Scaramouche

"Ugh! Get me another shirt!"

You

"Fine. Fuck you."

"Where do I get them from?"

Scaramouche

"There's a dresser in the corner..."

Scaramouche said with his head down, catching his breath.

You

"Where the fuck did you get a dresser from?..."

Scaramouche

"Stole it."

You

"Hm. I like that."

Scaramouche

"Shut up."

You

"Which shirt do you want?"

Scaramouche

"Goddamn it- Just get me a fucking shirt! You're really starting to piss me off!"

You

"Fine. I'll give you this pretty princess pink one."

Scaramouche

"No! That one looks like shit!"

You

"Too fucking bad!"

You yelled and forced it on him.

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You

"Now, hurry up and talk. I've got things to do."

Scaramouche

"..."

You

"What? What's that look for?"

Scaramouche had a frustrated and embarrassed look — a lightly pink-tinted face. 

You

"What, you bring me out all this way, use me like a slave, and now you won't talk?"

"I think the least I deserve is a-"

Scaramouche

"Thank you."

You

"..."

"Huh."

Scaramouche

"Uh..."

"I wanted to..."

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"Ugh! This is too awkward! I don't know how to say it!"

You

"Come on, just spill."

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Scaramouche

"Why did..."