#kinikilig ako scara taena

[bluexiao]

#the memory of you (chapter one) 

—it all starts when you saw someone who looked like someone you know in a game, only to come to know that it was him all along 

—(or) scaramouche gets transported to Earth and you have become a part of his story 

CHARACTERS. self aware! Scaramouche; gn! gamer! Reader

WORD COUNT. 1.7k words

THEMES. reversed isekai; self aware!scaramouche; fluff 

WARNINGS. mentions of his real name; lots of curses from both reader and scara; mentions of buying food for dinner because reader is hungry (just wanna put it out of there) 

NOTES. So here it goes! My irl gave me this ingenious plot and even the ending so credits to you, summer! May kazuha come home to you<333 also, this is going to be a three-part series, so do watch out for them! 

The Memory of You; Beginning / Mean / End 

“I’ll never forget you, Kunikuzushi.” 

“As you should.” 

“I love you.” 

“As you should.” 

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The strike of lightning etches itself in your mind, your hands raising to close themselves next to your ears, preparing for what’s to come. The low gurgle of thunder passes by your sense of hearing ever so gently, thanks to your palms that shielded you from most of it, and by the time it had ended, you could only return back to what you were doing previously. 

Gaming. Of course. 

“That’s a loud one, looks like there’s going to be a storm,” you hear a voice from your phone’s loudspeaker—a friend of yours, someone also playing the same game as you were for hours on end. 

“Yeah, hope the internet won’t die down-Ah, shit,” you cursed, your muscles relaxing from the tension that ran through your back, “I’m dead.” 

“You’re dead?” 

“Yeah, I’m dead,” you leaned back on your chair as you placed a hand over your closed eyes with a heavy sigh. 

“Hey! Why did you leave me here!”

“You can do that, he’s almost dead,” you laughed under your breath, “I was one-shotted, my god.” 

“You should’ve revived Diona earlier.” 

You then hear the familiar ring of the sound effect, indicating the end of the round and prompting you to finally remove the hand over your tired eyes and look at the screen, smiling.

“Nice. I told you you can do it.” 

“Can’t believe you still died with C2 Raiden.”

You laughed, grabbing on the rewards and lowering the brightness of the screen whilst it loaded to exit you of the domain, “Probably just tired.” 

“You should stop playing already,” your friend says. You hum, contemplating your choices before sighing. 

‘Yeah, I probably should. I haven’t even eaten dinner yet.” 

“Genshin over necessities? Yikes, Y/n.” 

“Shut up,” you pouted, “get out of my world already, I’m logging off.” 

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Opening the door of the convenience store and rushing inside, you find yourself shaking off the shiver on your skin, breathing hard, and placing your drenched umbrella on the empty umbrella stand on the side. 

Whoever said that it was going to rain so hard today? Trusting the Weather app on your phone… what a mistake. You should have brought dinner earlier before you played Genshin for five hours straight. 

You wipe off the rain on your skin and as you do so, you notice something else. 

You did not care about other people, especially when you order in places, but tonight, the store seemed empty, almost like it was emptied out, actually. 

But you shrugged it off, thinking that it was probably too late in the evening for people to buy in stores—you raised your hand holding your phone, 10 PM. Well, it’s not that late but nonetheless, it was not really noteworthy. 

You just needed something to eat. 

You walk to your usual aisle—a cup of ramen and a pack of bread. Yup, these will be enough. 

“Excuse me?” 

Before you could even step towards the cashier, you caught the eyes of a man standing next to you—not too near, but not too far. 

Or you probably caught his eyes. 

You looked around, and upon remembering and seeing that you two were probably the only ones in the store, you answered, “Yes?” 

You should not have. 

But of course, you did not know that. At the time. 

The first thing that you noticed about him was his smile—it did not match him. Well, he did have a cute face, but something about his smile feels off.

It feels fake. 

“Oh, nothing, I just thought I know you from somewhere. You look very familiar.” 

Your brow raises unconsciously, “You don’t look familiar at—“ you then halt in your tracks, and upon observing and openly staring at the man more, you come upon a realization. 

He does look like someone. His voice too. 

Though it does not fit his stature, you could swear you’ve heard it somewhere before. 

A smirk draws itself on his face as if he was reading your mind. That looks familiar as well. 

Out of curiosity and probably the incessant need for food and for this to end soon, you asked, “Who are you?” Could he be someone from your previous school? Or from work? Or was he a childhood friend, perhaps? No one’s really popping out of your mind. 

Well, except for one person. But this man could not possibly be him, right? 

Of course. He shouldn’t be. 

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“You’re never going to believe what I’m about to say.” 

“What?” 

“I saw someone that looked a lot like him.” 

“Like who?” 

“Scaramouche!” 

There is a brief pause on the other line as you situated yourself on your desk, prepared to open the game after a long night’s sleep last night. Well, you did not particularly sleep early, but you did wake late. 

“You talk about him as if he’s real. For all I know who’s the ‘him’ you’re talking about.” 

“Oh, come on. I’ve been talking about the rascal for the whole week already, I thought you got my point.” You mutter, reaching for your cup of coffee, blowing on a bit of air on the hot drink, and taking a sip as your friend starts talking about Scaramouche and how much of an evil person he is. 

“—You really don’t learn, “I can fix him” way of thinking is not the way in life, my liege.” 

You almost dropped your cup of coffee at your friend’s words. Were you supposed to cringe or laugh? 

“Hey! That’s not even why I like him! And I never said that!” you bite your lip and click on the game ‘Genshin Impact’, eyes welcoming the opening animation that flashes through the screen. 

“And the guy just looks like Scaramouche, it’s not like I imagined it was really him.” 

“You totally did though.” 

You bite your lip, “Shut up.” 

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He really does look like Scaramouche. 

That is the thought that continues to run inside your head as you look at the man in front of you. You had been observing him for the past few days as you two started to meet up. No one can ever make you go out lately and here comes this man who ironically looks like the man in your game and you’ve completely forgotten your dislike for going outside these days. Well, you’re just curious—you tell yourself. This is just to quell your interest in the peculiarity of this situation. And also the boredom you’ve been against these days.

Also, his name sounds a lot like his too.

“Mouche, you said your name is Mouche, right? Like legit? That’s a pretty unique name,” you commented, narrowing your eyes at him–anyway, are those contacts? Those are pretty purple eyes, you'd doubt those were natural… Wait, there are people with natural purple eyes, right? But they have a condition and all that. You’re quite tempted to ask if that was his case but you decided not to out of respect. 

And there was his hair. 

Even if he has a hat over his head, you could tell that he has dark purple streaks. If he told you he was Scaramouche even if he was just cosplaying, you’d believe him. 

“Yes, that is my name, why? Is there something wrong?” 

“Nothing,” you avoided his eyes—ah, why does he look so much like Scaramouche anyway? This is so difficult. “It just sounds like someone I know.” 

“I already told you I know you, Y/n.” 

You struggled to keep your composure after hearing your name slip out of his lips. “Yeah, but you still haven’t told me anything where I know you from, we’ve been meeting for several days and I can’t remember anything at all.” 

That bit is true; with your afternoons being ripped away from you from the “meeting” that you have with him, just to have you be familiarized with him and for you to figure out who in the world he is. ‘A little game of thrill’, he says, but it surely ain’t fun at all.

“You’re just not thinking very well. I know you very well but you’ve forgotten about me? How dare–” he halts as soon as you avert your eyes back at him again. Agitated, he clears his throat, “haven’t I already proved myself to you?” 

You bit your lip. 

Ah right, he did that. How could you forget?

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“You don’t look familiar at—” 

You ponder, and your demeanor changes, “Who are you?” 

“Someone who knows you very well.” 

You glared at him, “That’s very creepy of you. I don’t remember you at all.”

He pauses but regains his composure, “The first time we met you told me how my voice did not fit me at all.”

Your brow shot up almost instantly. That was what you had in mind. Could he possibly be reading your mind?

“Y/n, I’m not reading your mind. That is impossible in this world,” he pauses then, “But like I said, I do know you, Y/n.” 

You pursed your lips, throat tight and shoulders tensing. His voice. Why does his voice sound so… 

Familiar? 

Cursing inside, you opted to step forward, attempting to take your time whilst paying for the food you grabbed. You can eat while thinking, your mind is definitely not working when you’re hung—

Before you could even make it to the cashier, you slipped yourself on the drenched floor from the downpour from outside–”Ah, shit.”

You could only curse when the pain from your bottom traveled through your back, you could even barely think of shame when a hand extends itself to you. A pale but strong hand that you could have sworn you’ve seen somewhere, and by the time you took it, the warmth that radiated form his skin traveled its way to your neck and to you face—why is it so hot all of a sudden?

He clicks, “So clumsy,” he sounded annoyed, even his face indicated the same thing, only to revert back to his haughty facade, “this one I did not know.”

You could’ve sworn your heart skipped a beat. 

But you supposed it was just hunger. 

Yeah. 

Maybe? 

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