*(very very short chapter, but it's a little break.)*
My eyes slowly blinked open, fluttering shut again under the sting of sunlight filtering through the window. There was something soft beneath me - a bed, obviously - but still, after all the chaos back at the capital, it was comforting. Quiet. Peaceful. Safe.
So I guess that means we won.
I'm happy to know that I didn't loop, and I was finally done with all that first-day capital bullshit now.
I cracked my eyes open again, letting them adjust to the light. A ceiling came into view. Fancy, wooden beams, expensive finish. Definitely not some slum inn. Unfamiliar, but that made sense.
I must be in the Roswaal estate now.
That thought settled in my chest like a warm weight. Even if i have to deal with roswal and shit. It'll be magnitudes easier compared to arc 1, cause now I have something amazing. More time, and unlike Subaru, I know about the curse. So, considering if I make sure to keep friendly with everyone, and try, TRY to get Rem to not be "all kill ho". Then it should be pretty easy.
Trying to lift myself up, a sharp pain shot through my side. "Agh," I hissed, immediately falling back against the pillow. Ok, must still be a little injured. Annoying, but I'll have to take it slow.
Again, I slowly lifted myself from the sheets, while thinking about what to do for now.
I lay there for a moment, staring up at the ceiling, weighing my options. Nothing to do but take it slow for now. No point in rushing and tearing something open again.
With a quiet breath, I tried again, slower this time. Easing myself up from the sheets bit by bit, every movement sending a dull ache through my body.
Alright. Manageable. Still painful, but at this point, I've gotten a little used to it.
I gave a slow stretch, or at least as much of one as my pain-ridden body would allow, before letting my eyes wander around the room.
Huh… this wasn't the room Subaru had in the anime.
I frowned, taking in the unfamiliar walls and neatly kept furniture. It was subtle, but I knew. I might screw around and pretend I don't pay attention, but I had unatrually great memory, especial for important details and information.
Oh well, must've been put in another room.
I gave a casual shrug—or tried to—before a sharp pain stabbed through my chest.
"Ай-ай-ай! Блядь!" I hissed, clutching at the spot. "Fuck" i gave a natural and filtered reaction to pain. With no obscene wording.
Damn… did I get stabbed in the chest? What is this shoddy healing? I sighed, looking down to check.
That's when I noticed something else. My clothes were different. Gone was my torn-up, bloodstained jacket and the rest of my ruined modern clothing. In their place was something softer and looser-fitting, like a cross between semi-light sleepwear and a bathrobe, with alot more coverage than just that, something you could definitely wear around the house with not a hint of shame. Not as medieval as you'd expect in a place like this, but not modern either.
But still.
I mentally shelved the thought of why this world's fashion sense was so strangely progressive for later.
Then another realisation hit. I opened my mouth slightly, feeling a faint heat creep onto my cheeks.
Oh… o-one of them must've changed me…
I quickly fanned my face a little, an unpleasant wave of vulnerability crawling over me. That same discomfort I always felt at the thought of someone seeing me without clothes. It wasn't modesty, and it wasn't shame. I was fine wearing almost nothing. But less than that… and I hated it.
At least there weren't any guys around here, it must've been Beatrice? Or actually rem... rem is much more likely. Ram would rather die than be useful.
I let out a long sigh, the tension slowly leaving as the blush faded from my face.
Alright. Moving on.
I quickly checked under my clothing a bit, and realised why i had such a tight feeling on my chest. i had many bandages wrapped around, and around over my entire chest, so tightly it looked as if I was flatter than a washing board. i see... huh
next
I sat on the side of the bed for a moment, pondering on my next actions. Since I am quite injured, I still don't know if I should go look for Beatrice, or even if I can to begin with. Considering I don't know if I could just... break the door down like Subaru did first try. but, it would definitly be the best cource considering if i meet her, on civil terms, it might be fun, but also add an extra layer of protection on me, considering if she drains me, it might hurt like a bitch, but i will be cleared by beatrice. Which would make Ram 100% on the side of not hurting me, and therefore keep Rem in check. Long enough for me to deal with the mabeasts.
Also... I just really want to see Beatrice IRL, she's so adorable and hehehe,
I nodded to myself, smiling like a - no, no, not like a creep.
Getting up, I realised my legs were perfectly fine. Good. I carefully made my way over to the door, trying not to pull at any of the injuries still gnawing at my upper body.
I pulled the door open and blindly stepped through, turning the corner, and immediately running into something solid.
"Ooof-"
I staggered back a step, feeling like I'd just walked into a damn wall. What the hell?
"Ah," I hissed, a sharp jolt of pain flaring through my chest from the sudden movement.
Grimacing, I steadied myself and slowly looked up to see what I'd just crashed into.
Blue eyes. A handsome face. Blazing red hair. A familiar facial structure that made my stomach drop.
My eyes widened as I met his gaze. He wore a worried expression, those sharp blue eyes quickly scanning over me.
"Ah, Shiro! Are you alright? I apologise for my carelessness," he said, offering a small, lifting smile. "You're awake, that's good. I was just about to check on you."
Before my brain could catch up enough, I muttered "W-what are you doing here!?" with a voice so shocked it could electrocute you. (hah... funny joke... right? You're laughing, right?)
Then my brain caught up, realising what must've happened. No way?! Did Reinhard seriously take me!? But why? I knew he was going to take Subaru, but I still should've gone with Emilia. RIGHT!?
Then, I stopped, then gave out an inaudible chuckle.
Actually... this is alot better than that mess of a place.
A/N woo hoo, arc 2 baby... and yep. for that one person that really didn't want to see Roswal... good for you, IT'S RIENHARD TIME, WHOOP WHOOP.
I'm quite excited to write this arc at the moment.
Sorry for short chapter, kinda lazy.
Now, thank you all for reading, I must bid you farewell
But only for now.