![]() It was something to occupy your time as you tried to unlock the past.so why did it feel so wrong?Īnytime you were with Cerezo you felt safe.like you shouldn't have to fight. Similar to Cerezo you had also mastered the art of Gun play. However little to nothing had resurfaced. Hesitantly, you reached out and took his hand.Ī year later.Cerezo had done his best to help you remember and discover who you really were. "I can’t make the choice for you." He said. Your eyes flicked over to Rodin, who showed a classic poker face. "Witches?" You asked "I'm a witch?" Confusion replaced your doubt, and butterflies swelled in your stomach.Ĭerezo stared at you dead in the eye, "Come with me," He said extending his hand "And we'll see. "The Umbra witches.they were are family along time ago.we are all that is left." He said. ![]() Doubt flooded through you, was Umbra something bad? Did you really want to know? "so what is Umbra to you?"Ĭerezo seemed to hesitate slightly, before speaking. "Cerezo? That is certainly different." You said. "Most people call me Bayonetto, but you can call me Cerezo." He said. "Yes, and what do I call you, Man in Black?" you teased. You blushed slightly and moved to distance yourself from the man. "You said you name was (Y/N)?" He asked his eyes sparkled with curiosity. "I'm sorry but.this is familiar." You said. You pulled your hand back quickly as you returned to reality. As memories of a masked man calling to you, Shamelessly you ran your fingertips over the charm. "The last thing.was Umbra.and." Your eyes widened as they landed on the symbol on his exposed chest. Suddenly the man stopped, he turned around and rushed to you. "The last thing I remember.something called.Umbra." ![]() The male sighed, and turned to leave, "Don't waste my time again Rodin." his footsteps echoed through the bar as he walked.Īfter a moment of thinking you muttered to yourself slightly. "The last thing I remember?.you!" You looked away and shook your head "Your out of your mind.I don't know." You said honestly and looking down to the ice in your empty glass. "That didn't answer my question is the last thing you remember?" He asked. Your eyes flicked to the powerful guns that sat on the back of his boots. The mystery man before you looked you up and down, his eyes settling on the guns that rested next to the heals of your shoes. You didn't say much, and let the bartender apparently named Rodin, speak for you. All she got is the gun in her shoe and cloths on her back." "Rodin.what's this beautiful creature doing here?" He asked his voice carried a smoky British accent, sending shivers down your spine. Ice blue eyes stared attentively at you from behind red framed glasses. Rock hard washboard abs were shamelessly left in view to the open eye. His hair was long and dark, and pulled back by a red ribbon. Your (E/C) eyes narrowed, anger flooded through you but quickly vanished. A masculine hand covered in a white fingerless glove, reached for the cup.īefore you could speak, your glass was brought to a pair of pale lips. Suddenly he slid your drink down the bar.īefore you could react or even reach for the cup. "Don't push it girl.his story aint over yet." The Bar tender gave a slight smirk and chuckled lightly. Causing you to lean even further over the bar counter. You rocked on the balls of your feet, and crossed your legs. "Really now?" You said with a sigh "and I thought fairy tales always had a happy ending." you added a chuckle and looked away. "Reminds me of another case I knew." He said "I don’t know where I came from.I don't care.as long as I live another day it doesn't matter." you said resting your head in your hand. "The hell if I know.you Sayin it's all a cloud?" He asked as he fixed you another drink. "What do you wanna hear? A fella did me wrong?" You said with a laugh "what's the difference? It's all the same isn't it." His face was hidden behind a pair of black shades, and tattoos littered his skin. With a sigh, you looked up to face the bar tender. "How's a pretty little thing end up like you in a place like this?" Soft jazz music rang in the air giving the club a warm and hazy aura. How you found yourself in this underground bar.who knows? You leaned over the counter as you played with the ice in your drink. No one to protect you, nowhere to run and nowhere to hide. How did it all come down to this? Unable to remember your past.on the run from supernatural forces. Male! Baynonetta X Reader- Angel with a shot gun.
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