If, and Only If || (Xiao x Reader)

二十

Xiao and Venti followed the man.

Venti didn't like very eerie looking and foggy places at all.

Xiao liked it. He just felt deja vu, and nostalgia. He felt like another jigsaw puzzle piece had fit inside his own memory. And if they kept going like this, slowly but surely, he would regain his memories.

"There really is no one here... hm." Zhongli hummed as he took a peek inside her shrine home. No signs of living there.

"See? Told you. Nobody is here. I don't get why even Ming isn't." Venti put both of his hands on his hips as he searched the area.

"Ming is very loyal to Y/N. I doubt her and the others would up and leave. Unless she felt like she had been abandoned somehow..." Zhongli could only feel bad for them all.

Xiao walked inside the large shrine as well. To be honest, he felt helpless, and useless. He felt guilty to make the two help him regain his memories. But they seemed more than willing to do so.

The floor boards and the bamboo floor would creak, and make sound whenever he walked on such a surface. He probably should not be snooping through somebody's home without their consent. Especially while they are absent. He convinced himself that it was for a good cause.

He came across a large room, with only one window, that showed the surroundings of the mountain. Which was just fog.

There, was a tall red cabinet. He probably shouldn't look through there.

He looked around again, and saw a wooden flute displayed on the wall, safely. He's seen that flute as well. He's played it.

Xiao reached for it, but hesitated.

"Go for it." Venti suddenly appeared behind the young adeptus and he flinched, at the sudden voice.

"The flute..."

"It's part of your memory, so you should go ahead and play it. I won't judge." Venti chuckled as Xiao gave an annoyed look at the bard who turned the other way with his hands clasped together behind his back, as he whistled away.

Xiao drew his attention back to the flute. The structure and everything, he knows about it. He held the flute in his palms, hoping to feel something. And as soon as he lined up his fingers over the holes, and he blew into the flute. The low, sound of the melody he plays was the same one he's yearned to hear once more. Not played by himself, but by someone else.

The sound. He definitely remembers now. He played this flute. And the same image of the woman playing flashed by his mind again. It wasn't something just from imagination. He couldn't think of such specific details from a mere thought of his head. As it had to be a memory involving 'Y/N.'

Venti was outside looking around the fog, as he didn't want to just stand there waiting for something to happen. But he seemed sort of... lost?

Zhongli had wandered off somewhere, except he knew where and what he was doing. Following the path of footsteps, he found himself in front of the 'void.' That might have Y/N trapped in.

A certain few domains, don't allow adeptis, or people like Y/N to use her powers, as such. And cannot leave the place.

One hour in there, results to one month here. Therefor, she's been inside of there for about an hour.