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

二十

Xiao just stared at the two, not sure if he has a say in it. Though he didn't complain, to the request. More like he wanted to do this. If he sees Y/N, surely, he would understand his personal mental questions, and find the answers.

He wasn't oblivious to the feeling of remorse emerging through his body. As well as the feeling of wanting to save the person from whatever hell space they were being captured in. Though what would he do if he sees them? It would be rude to ask, 'Who are you', to them if he doesn't get his memories back of them.

"Will you do it, Xiao?" Zhongli asked.

Xiao contemplated. But he definitely felt the need to do this.

"I will."

Zhongli held a fond smile, partially proud. And relieved Xiao was willing.

"Wait— what is Xiao supposed to do? Like, just hop on in?" Venti intercepted, lightly pulling on Zhongli's ponytail. Making Zhongli lean backwards slightly, and earning an annoyed glare from (pee paw.)

Xiao didn't feel like stopping them, he was too tired to, and didn't quite feel the need to care.

Zhongli swatted Venti's hand away from his hair, and the bard cradled his hand that was dusted red on his pale baby skin, with his bottom lip stuck out in a painful pout.

"I was just curious!" Venti reasoned back.

"He just has to enter the void. And he should be able to do everything just fine in there." Zhongli huffed, crossing his arms.

Xiao raised another eyebrow at them.

Zhongli stared in his eyes, asking if he was ready to go. To which he responded with a nod of his head, as he tilted his chin down, and back up.

Xiao went to touch the void, and hesitated.

He heard a light scoff from Venti behind him, then felt a foot kick his back, as he was shoved right into the void. Making Xiao land on the dark ground his back— facing the floor. He knew that was Venti, most likely. Xiao opened his eyes to try and glare at him, but all he saw was darkness replacing the foggy area he had been in previously.

Taking a glance around the place, all he found, was a never ending place. You couldn't see the ends of wherever he was.

And wherever he was, he didn't like it. It reminded him of his nightmares, and the binds that kept him distanced from the others, the karmic debt that would be a double-edged sword. Not necessarily used to help him fight, but it would still make him suffer to a great degree that he could not withstand sooner or later.

The place was eerily quiet.

He hated the silence, especially in a place like this.

He felt pressure on his back. Not physical pressure, merely a pressure that was casted on himself, to find the woman he yearns to meet.

Xiao, slightly stumbled on himself as he tried to pry himself off of the ground beneath him. Then walked towards a block of a dark mist.

The mist was most likely solid. And was meant for absolutely nothing. It held no purpose of being put there in such an empty space.