#auntie nahida taking care of her nephew

[sockendrache]

I usually only keep my current teammates in my teapot, but my Scaramouche (who I’ve called Revali) will always keep his room. Because even a Wanderer needs a place to call home v___v

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“Traveler.”

His voice has an irritated undertone, reminiscent of long bygone days. The Traveler glances at him once -watching her from across the dinner table, his cup of tea long since empty- and sighs.

It’s been a long day of running errands. She hopes he’s not looking to start an argument.

“What’s up, Revali?”

“Why am I still staying in your teapot?”

To say the question baffles her is an understatement- why shouldn’t he be in her teapot? He has his own room to retreat to, as well as a small area outside to meditate in and practice using his newly acquired Vision.

“...what do you mean by that? Is something not to your liking?” Perhaps it wasn’t a good idea to put Inazuman-style furniture into his room. A poor choice on her behalf, it seems.

“No, no, it’s all quite alright. But... I’ve been watching how you treat your other... friends. None of them seem to have their own room, and they usually leave after having given you their Namecard. I’ve given you mine, and yet I’m still welcome to stay?”

The Traveler feels his Anemo Vision stir to life, as if signaling that its Holder is feeling... threatened, perhaps?

“Of course. I did promise your Auntie to keep an eye on you, didn’t I?”

As she begins setting the table, she feels his eyes on her- like he’s pondering over her words, not quite sure if he wants to believe them.

“So, this is more of a charity-case, yes?”

“Of course not. See, you’re free to go out and explore, if that is what you desire- but when you grow  tired of wandering, my teapot will always welcome you back home. My friends typically stay here for as long as we travel together- and return home once we part ways. Their Namecards are a nice way to remember our time together, nothing more, nothing less.”

“...”

“You’re not used to having a place to call home, I take it?”

“...it’s... not something I’m familiar with, no.”

“That’s quite alright, Revali. Just... know that you will always have a place in my teapot, for as long as you wish.”

“...thank you.”

[fairykazu]

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The rising sun casted a rosy hue across the morning sky, reflecting off the waters. As the tides foamed up on the shore, she sat there, fingertips tracing shapes into the wet sand. A plane soared above her, she looked up. Her hand shielded her from the blaring rays. Of course, a plane would be there but it’s different from the commercial planes. Maybe, someone rich enough to do this. Smiling to herself, excited to what’s coming in. Well, at least the summer wouldn’t be boring because something interesting was going to happen.

She was right; something interesting would happen. But she would never expect it to involve her. The sun blinded her through the curtains, reluctantly, she woke up. Groggily, she burrowed herself in her bed. Some might call it “bed-rotting”, but she calls it “self-care”. Checking her notifications, she wiped through the probable spam and replying to the messages from Lyney.

Without hesitation, she immediately picked up the phone when she saw the call coming in. It was from Nahida who asked her if she could come by Café Lutece, a restaurant that is frequented by the locals.

Nahida was an elderly lady that helped out [Name]’s family when they first moved into Fontaine. Not only did she introduce [Name] to her childhood best friend, Lyney, but also provided [Name] for advice or anything she really needed. They were both indebted to each other. So of course, in exchange, [Name] help out too.

Both of them were seated at Café Lutece. [Name] looked at the tanned, elderly lady in front of her. The table has an assortment of snacks on the table as if it was a bribe. A lure to a trap. From what she could see, Nahida was pleading, stirring her teacup awkwardly.

Something like this was out of character for the Nahida she knows especially this is the one who helped her all the time like an all-knowing being. Her voice trembled a little, unusual for the confident Nahida she knew. “[Name], I understand this might be too much to ask-”

“Auntie Nahida, nothing you ask would be too much. You had already helped my family when I first moved here.” She replied, sipping a bit of her drink. But Nahida winced at her statement, nervously sipping her cup. When [Name] was going to ask her to elaborate, she continued,

“But can you please watch over my nephew? He’s around your age and I believe you can help him adjust to Fontaine.” [Name] opened her mouth, but Nahida added on, “I’m aware there are other Fontainian teens, but I believe you could help him the most. ” Nahida’s wrinkles seemed to tighten together as she continued to ramble about the situation.

Her nephew? It was strange, Nahida never mentioned her family very often. Now that [Name] think back on it, Nahida only shared stories that related to the teen’s problems but not even an ounce about her family. Does she even have relatives? This opened up questions that she would ask later. But for right now, [Name] reached out, placing her hand on top of the older woman’s hand, soothing her. “Yeah, I could definitely tour him around Fontaine, Auntie.”

“Are you sure because I don’t want to interrupt your summer? I understand if you don’t want to hang out with a stranger throughout the break.”

“Yeah, I’m sure, Auntie. Plus, I wasn’t going to do anything this summer.” She said, only partly lying. She was going to help Lyney with his magic show but that’s only part-time. Adding that to the technicalities, she had nothing to do. Lyney would understand after all, it’s Auntie Nahida.

Nahida was still anxious, anyone around them could see it, and [Name] wasn’t sure why. “Are you sure? He might be a bother, I’ll pay you.”

Although she did feel bad for taking the money, she did need it just in case. “Yes?” she chuckled lightheartedly. “I’m sure, Auntie. Why are you acting like he would be a pain? He’s related to you, I’m sure that he would be just as kind as you.” The graying woman was laughing nervously like there was some truth in what [Name] just said.

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Maybe, there was a reason why Auntie was hesitant, she should've told [Name] that the nephew was a spoiled man child with a pretty, doll-like face. He had indigo hair, obviously dyed and his roots were showing, cut in a perfect hime cut, fit for a prince. His eyes, though held a stark difference from his appearance, were softer like a kitten. But what she didn’t expect when she met him, she guessed that he didn’t know why she was there. He made eye contact with her and scoffed, waving his hand to shoo her off as if she was a pest. “Hey, this is a private estate. I know you know who I am and obviously, this is a bit weird to stalk me all the way to Fontaine.”

[Name] tried her best to keep her cool especially when this is Nahida's nephew. But man, expecting this “Kunikuzushi” guy to be like Nahida might have been an understatement. “What? I don’t know who you are but don’t go on assuming that I know.” Trying to stay calm, she greeted him, extending her hand, “Hi, I’m [Name]. Nahida asked me to tour you around Fontaine.”

He walked around [Name], up to the stairs of the estate. What an asshole! He really just let her hang there. Not taking his silence as an answer, she chased after him, yanking on his hoodie sleeve.

“Hey!”

Oh god, he almost fell. Luckily, he caught himself– Wait, he has good balance– shot a glare. Well, if he just was polite and heard her out, this wouldn’t have been a problem. Hell, he deserved it after being a total ass.

“Did you even listen to me?”

Scaramouche pulled his sleeve back, making [Name] stumble back. She grabbed the railings for stability. He huffed, “Why would I listen to you? Seriously, people want anything for views.”

[Name] scoffed, holding out her phone; it showed that she wasn’t on her camera app or memos. “I’m being serious. I don’t have any cameras on me and I’m not even filming you. I don’t know anything about you other than you’re Nahida's nephew.”

Thankfully, when the indigo haired was going to rebuttal, Nahida walked in, crossing her arms, “Now, that’s enough, Kunikuzushi. I told you that someone would tour you around, didn’t I?”

Scaramouche pursed his lips into a thin line, walking up the stairs to Auntie and left Name at the bottom. “I’m not as lonely as you think, Auntie.” He replied, stuffing his hands into his pockets. As [Name] walked up the stairs, Nahida rolled her eyes, scolding him,

“Kunikuzushi, I understand your situation with your mother but that doesn’t mean this is an open gate to throw attitude to someone, especially a person, I asked, to tour you around Fontaine.” He looked like a pitiful cat with big eyes, she would feel bad if he didn’t assume she was his fan.

Scaramouche frowned, crossing his arms, “I don’t need someone to tour me around, I’ve been here before.”

Auntie only laughed, “When you were five, Kunikuzushi.”

It was awkward to listen to this conversation when [Name] was already halfway up the stairs, maybe she can come back later. But she was conflicted since [Name] promised Nahida that she’d help but it doesn’t mean she has to stay. I’ll come back later if Nahida asks me to.

[Name] thought as she descended from the stairs, she glanced back, and he flinched but only slightly. He almost caught her staring; she whipped her head in the other direction and an audible crack was heard.

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