"Have we met before?" Scaramouche / Wanderer story || ChildexScaramouche ||

"Archon War"

Scaramouche leaned against the walls, he didn't exactly dislike this room but he didn't like it either. Time was weird here. It was all confusing. He didn't like being confused very much. He was left alone in his soreness and thoughts until he swore somebody was behind him.. and surely there was

"Welcome back."

Scaramouche turned around to see somebody leaning against the wall with him, the walls were transparent so he was clearly that his ginger dog was there. "Mm."

"Mad at me?"

Scaramouche had no response.

"That's ok. I'm mad at you to."

"I get it already. Jeez." The puppet groaned as he buried his head into his knees "come to rub it in? Go ahead. I could care less"

"No" Childe tilted his head back slightly only to see the back of Scaramouche's head "seems like once again you had to greet me with goodbye" Childe let out a fake laugh with it slowly forming into a tired sigh "why do you gotta do this to us."

"..I don't know"

"I know you don't. That's the problem.." Childe bit his lip while balling his hand up into a fist "goddamnit! What has stolen your heart when you promised it to me!" Childe spoke with a purely hurt tone.. one could tell he could cry at any moment.. he was frustrated.. upset.. conflicted.. and so on.

Scaramouche tightened his grip on himself upon hearing Childe's words.. he never wanted to hurt him.. he just wanted him to forget him.. and maybe.. he'd be happier.. without Scaramouche in his life.. he wasn't that important after all.. so why was Childe so upset.. they both stood in silence until Scaramouche finally said something

"Hey childe?"

"Yea?"

"I'm sorry.."

"I see.."

There was a paused for a good moment until Scaramouche called out the gingers name again

"..Childe?"

"Hm"

"You hate me don't you"

"..Yea, I do"

"I see."

Childe sat there until he couldn't take it anymore "goddamnit." He stood up and opened the door, allowing himself to freely enter as he threw the puppet boy into his arms "I hate you. I hate you a lot." He squeezed Scaramouche tight, refusing to let go "your a horrible person."

Scaramouche stood there as Childe hugged him. He slowly raised his arms to hug the ginger back with his eyes slowly closing "I am, aren't I"

Childe nodded his head while hiding his head into the puppets neck as they both stood there embracing eachother "..But I'm not so innocent either."

"Very true" Scaramouche gave a slight smile as he heard a laugh come from Childe

"I missed you Kukla.."

"Я скучал по тебе больше, чем ты когда-либо мог знать" Scaramouche hugged Childe tightly as they both held eachother as tight as they could. They hated eachother. They hated eachother so much. But they loved eachother more..

Childe was happy to hear that Scaramouche was speaking Snezhnayan, after all he had taught him awhile ago. He never thought he was paying attention though, eventually they let go of eachother. Scaramouche expected Childe to leave as he headed for the door, but as it opened Childe looked back seeming confused "Aren't you coming?"

"No?"

"Yes?"

"I can't-"

"Butttt you can."

"No?"

"Yes."

"Childe."

"Scaramouche."

"Tartaglia."

"Kunikuzushi."

"Ajax."

"Kabukimono."

"Stupid ginger."

"Runaway doll."

"Oh screw you."

Childe flashed a smile with a small laugh "Cmon now" he held his hand out waiting for Scaramouche to take it

"Are you even aloud to do this?"

"Mmmm.. yes and no" Childe shrugged it off, extending his hand further to grab Scaramouche's wrist, pulling him against his chest "Cmon now" They both walked out of the room and up the stairs only to hear a loud bang and shattered walls.. with yelling coming just from ahead..

"WHAT THE FUCK!?" Tsaritsa yelled, running into the room where a crash was heard

"Dreadful entrance is it not? Oh I give my sincerest apologizes. Now. I'm here for what's mine." Said a purple haired archon with a panicked smaller green archon behind her.. there who stood on the sides was a tall male brunette archon, carrying a pole arm and a smaller bow carrying archon who gave a serious look

"Still up to no good m'lady?" Venti asked, gripping onto his bow

"What In the absolute hell are you all doing here!?" Tsaritsa turned to Ei with an annoyed look "and you of all people? What could have possibly dragged you out here. Care that much about your gnosis? Morax you gave up your gnosis. What's your excuse."

Zhongli only looked at Tsaritsa, no response from this man.

"Not here for my gnosis. I'm here for my son. Hand him over now. I won't hesitate to start an archon war." Ei's tone was heavy and demanding. She was not joking around one bit. She took another step forward with Nahida who stood behind him

"I asked you to give him back." Nahida finally said, her hand gripped onto Ei's outfit

"You want him back. After abandoning him? How genuine." Tsaritsa's harbingers all lined up behind her, staring down the archons.

"...I'll have you know I'm thinking of him every damn second. I didn't want him to spend his life, picking up my mess! He was to pure for that!" Ei yelled

"And you think abandoning him was better? Look at him now!"

"If I could do it differently I would!" Ei pulled her pole arm forward, she was absolutely pissed. She loved Kunikuzushi entirely.. she only let him go because he was to pure to be her. She thought that if she let him go without explanation and never saw him again he would get over her.. she thought it'd be less painful then letting him go while there close.. she wanted her son.. she wanted to raise him. She wanted to love him. She wanted HIM. Ei thought she was helping him.. but she didnt.. she hurt him so badly when all she wanted to do was save him.. "I won't ask again. Give. Him. Back."