Furina, Please Let Me Steal Your Heart! (Genshin Impact)

Furina stared blankly at the ceiling.

Ever since Palais Mermonia had been relocated to this apartment, she had been in this dazed state.

Both the Palais Mermonia and the Opera Epiclese were filled with painful memories.

Neuvillette had seemingly revealed the "truth," but Furina didn't care.

She couldn't bring herself to care.

Everything felt utterly empty and meaningless.

Furina had once dreamed of what she would do when her mission was over and she no longer needed to play the role of a God.

She could finally read all the novels she'd ever wanted!

Or sample every delicacy in Fontaine, and even foreign pastries!

But now that the moment had arrived, her heart held only a vast emptiness.

Focalors herself appeared before her, revealing the full truth.

She offered a profound apology.

"You've endured so much these past five hundred years... I'm sorry for making you suffer for so long."

Suffering?

Furina placed her hand over her chest. There was no pain there, only a gaping void.

The Heart-Stealing Phantom Thief White Cat had stolen her heart.

And then vanished.

This was too much, she thought, but she couldn't even bring herself to complain.

Because that heart-stealing cat was already dead, taking her stolen heart with her.

Furina shifted her head, finding little comfort in the tear-soaked pillow.

Her luggage was piled in the corner of the room, and the curtains blocked out the sunlight. Yet even in the dimness, she could hear the vibrant sounds of the bustling city outside.

"So noisy..."

The sounds grated on her nerves, and she instinctively pulled the blanket over her head, seeking refuge.

What should she do next?

She didn't know.

Where should she go from here?

She didn't know that either.

After what felt like an eternity, perhaps until nightfall, she finally sat up beneath the blanket and reached for the mask on her bedside table.

It was a gift from Phantom Thief White Cat, the first mask she had ever crafted herself.

Her fingertips traced its smooth surface, each touch bringing back memories of their shared past.

Whenever moonlight streamed through the gaps in the curtains, her gaze inevitably drifted to the window, only to find it empty.

Drip—a tear landed on the mask.

Furina wept silently through the night, her swollen eyes never fully recovering before fresh tears welled up again.

It wasn't until the morning of the third day.

Knock, knock... A knock echoed at the door. Furina slowly opened her eyes, glanced at the entrance, and ignored it.

"Furina, it's me," Neuvillette's voice called from outside.

I don't care.

Furina pulled the covers over her head, curling up deeper into the bed.

"If you want to know the whereabouts of Phantom Thief White Cat, open the door."

"...Huh?"

What did he say?

The whereabouts of Phantom Thief White Cat?

Could it be... she's not dead? Furina sat up abruptly, stunned for a moment, before scrambling out of bed and hurrying to the door.

She opened it to find Neuvillette nodding gently. "Good morning, Furina."

"Ah... um..." Furina avoided his gaze.

She was relieved that Neuvillette hadn't brought up her five-hundred-year deception of the Fontainians.

But she really didn't want to face him right now, afraid of being reminded of past awkwardness and conflicts.

Furina's hair was disheveled, her eyes swollen and red-rimmed, and her already slender frame appeared even more gaunt.

The lingering aura of the Curse had vanished from her.

This meant that the "transformation" would soon begin.

"White Cat is not dead."

"...Really?" Furina's eyes regained a flicker of hope.

"No, allow me to correct myself. She is still dead."

Furina inhaled sharply.

For the first time in what felt like forever, a ripple stirred within her long-dormant heart.

"Are you toying with me?" Furina's voice carried a sharp edge of anger. "Did you come all this way just to say that?"

"That is not my intention," Neuvillette replied calmly. "To be precise, Phantom Thief White Cat is indeed dead, but Luna is not."

"Huh?"

What did that even mean?

Phantom Thief White Cat was dead, but Luna wasn't? What connection did Luna have...?

Could it be...?

Neuvillette stated, "Luna is Phantom Thief White Cat."

Images flashed through Furina's mind: Luna, the Phantom Thief?

The girl who had always trusted her, who had chosen to support her until the very end, who had helped her—that was Luna?

The Luna who had wanted to be her friend?

It wasn't that Phantom Thief White Cat had merely used Luna's face; Luna herself was the Phantom Thief?

"Where is she?!" Furina threw the door wide open, her voice urgent.

Neuvillette remained silent.

"Tell me, Neuvillette! Please! I need to see her!"

Neuvillette hesitated, his words catching in his throat.

"Does this mean you still think it's wrong of me to deceive the Fontainians? If so, then..."

"I don't know," Neuvillette said.

Furina blinked. "You don't know? Don't know what?"

"I don't know where she is right now. It's not that I don't want to answer; I simply don't know the answer."

In truth, if Focalors hadn't specifically asked him to come and tell Furina this, he would likely still be buried in his office, processing the mountain of cases and paperwork.

Furina stared at him, dumbfounded.

"...You haven't changed a bit," she finally said.

"Hmm?"

"Never mind... I'll find her myself."

Furina slowly closed the door, then suddenly poked her head back out. "Oh, and thank you for telling me this," she whispered.

Bang. The door slammed shut.

Neuvillette frowned thoughtfully. "Why did she close the door? Didn't she say she was going to look for her?"

"...You really need to learn more about human customs."

She needs to change clothes!

Neuvillette simply nodded. "Alright," he said, and left the apartment.

Inside the room, Furina quickly changed into fresh clothes and hastily smoothed her hair.

Then, she yanked open the curtains. Sunlight flooded the room.

"Whoa?!"

The blinding light forced Furina to shut her eyes and gasp involuntarily. She hadn't opened the curtains in so long that the sun had ambushed her!

What about the redness around my eyes?

Sunglasses will have to do. I don't have the energy for makeup. Furina adjusted her sunglasses and pulled on a hat.

Ready at last, she threw open the door, dashed down the stairs, and hurried outside.

She didn't know where Luna lived.

But she knew where Luna might be: the Troupe!

Furina quickened her pace, striding purposefully toward the Troupe's headquarters.

As she neared her destination, her heart pounded faster, a tangle of anxiety and anticipation churning in her chest.

Finally, she stopped.

This is it...

Maybe she's not here, but asking around should help me find her address. Furina pursed her lips nervously, took a deep breath, and pushed open the door, stepping inside.

"Miss Luna, are you resting?"

Furina's heart skipped a beat at the sound of that name.

"Yes, I accidentally injured myself when the sea levels rose. It's nothing serious, but I need some time to recover."

Leaning against the wall, Furina slowly walked toward the source of the voice.

Then she saw the familiar figure.

"I see. Please get some rest then."

"Thank you, everyone—"

Luna stopped mid-sentence, as if sensing Furina's gaze, and turned her head.

Furina's heart pounded in her chest. She opened her mouth, but no words came out.

"Lady Furina? What are you doing here...?" Luna asked in surprise.

Why am I here?

"Am I not allowed to be?" The words slipped out before she could stop them.

"Am I not allowed to see you?" She couldn't hold back.

"Am I not allowed to talk to you?"

With each word, Furina took another step closer.

The troupe members exchanged awkward glances, sensing the delicate tension in the air. One by one, they quietly dispersed, leaving only Luna and Furina at the center of the room.

After her initial surprise, Luna smiled faintly. "That's not quite right..."

"Don't you have something you want to tell me?" Furina's voice grew increasingly impassioned.

Luna remained silent.

"You've been hiding things from me all along."

Luna averted her gaze.

"Even now..." Furina couldn't help but remove her sunglasses. "Look at me, Luna!"

She gripped Luna's hand, forcing her to meet her tear-stained eyes.

Noticing Furina's swollen, reddened eyelids, Luna gently raised a fingertip and stroked the corner of her eye.

Only then did Furina realize Luna's skin felt unusually cool, and she was wearing an extra layer of clothing than usual.

Furina took Luna's hand in both of hers and lowered her head. "...I need to talk to you. Come with me."

Without waiting for a response, she forcefully pulled Luna out of the Troupe's main hall.

The Troupe members exchanged bewildered glances.

"What's going on here..."

"Could it be that Lady Furina and Miss Luna..."

"Whoa."

All the way to the beach, Luna remained uncharacteristically silent, while Furina held onto her hand with unwavering determination, wordlessly leading her to the shore.

They stopped, yet Furina remained speechless.

"Furina?" Luna gently shook her hand.

Furina, her back to Luna, seemed to hesitate. Finally, she stiffened and turned around.

"Come on!"

"What?" Luna asked, puzzled.

"Um... kiss me," Furina whispered, her voice barely audible.

She paused, then quickly added, "I-I mean on the corner of my eye or my cheek! Not... that kind of kiss..."

"That kind of kiss?" Luna repeated, raising an eyebrow.

"...Just hurry up! You don't have the right to refuse me, you know."

Luna studied her quietly for a moment, then gently lifted Furina's chin.

"What if I do want that kind of kiss?"

"Alright, stop!"

No need for confirmation—this was definitely White Cat!

Furina, her face crimson, pushed Luna's hand away. But a moment later, she cautiously leaned closer, shifting her weight toward Luna.

Luna knew exactly why Furina had come to find her.

Luna sat down on a rock, lifted Furina into her lap, and gently pressed her head closer.

"Satisfied now, lovely Lady Furina?"

Furina's face remained flushed crimson. "...Mmm."

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