Kyou Kara Maou Fan Fiction ❯ Rage, Love, and an Honest Proposal ❯ Chapter 8 ( Chapter 8 )

Nessa looked through the small framed window in the tiny village, wooden railing holding the glass in, to see the beautiful man lying atop the humble bed within the quaint cottage. The very same bed was her bed she slept in of a night and rose from of a morning. As she tried to spy in on the boy her blond curls would bounce once her tiny toes would slip on the sleek metal railing she was using to hold her to the second story of the building. She loved how elegant and wild the other looked, his hair as untamed and seemingly unkept as hers yet still they both held a not so hidden beauty. A smile crossed her cherub face just thinking of the other and that he might be her long lost mother…and that maybe just maybe he would know where she could find daddy and make Mimi stop crying at night.

She edge closer, trying to behold the battered angel in his state of undress beneath the best sheets they had in the house. Nessa was very curious as to where the beauty had come from, knowing that if she was wrong and that wasn't her mommy then he would know where to find him/her. Tiny upturned nose pressed to the glass, deep coal eyes full of sparkling emotion and stomach curling with anticipation. She loved the look of this angel; this angel had to be her special person.

Sadly she hadn't long been looking at her angel before she felt a stone slam against her leg beneath her bright sundress. “You freak! I bet that is the thing you come from weirdo…go back to where you came from and leave our village!” a boy yelled from below her, teasing her profusely afterwards, calling her names and cursing out the poor harmed demon resting on the bed within the house. Was he right? Was she a freak, a freak for having black scary eyes? Nessa swiftly shook her head, knowing better than to think that way as she looked back down at the hateful boy.

Nessa stuck her tongue out at the annoying boy. Sometime after that she saw the angel so beautiful with honey blond curls and the most shocking set of emerald green eyes awake within the small room she had been peaking within. Her cute cherub face against the glass to behold the angel of a guest was truly a vision of curiosity. She seemed all most mesmerized by the view before her. A sparkle in the eye of the midnight sky that the girl looked through told on her; it told her secret of who she thought this person was, or more accurately who she KNEW this person was.

She knew she had scene that demon somewhere before, she had seen him in a distant memory. Tears began to prickle at the corner of her emotionally deep black eyes, casting the look of a child that was wiser than her apparent years. Nessa knew with all her heart that had to be her mother, no one would or could be more beautiful than him/her and se believed no one could be more beautiful than this stranger. He was beautiful when he tried to smile and wish the ginger girl tending to him a thank you, he even offered to help her in return for being so loving and detailed in tending to him. Such a display of courtesy was rare in this world now a day so Nessa found her heart leaping with an even more defined sense of pride and joy.

However, with her thoughts and cries earlier her sister had told her she couldn't be around the new stranger nor could she speak to them on matters of their family or the village. When the stubborn girl asked as to why something so important to them must be hidden her sister only replied telling her that she would one day understand but for now things at their home needed to remain in their home and in no one else's heart. The same ginger haired and caramel eyed woman who was the sister of the tiny Nessa was now sitting by the twin sized bed cleaning the angel's wounds and wiping his face of any blood from what ever it was that he may have been in.

For a moment the young chibi had to pause and look to her elder sister, amazement in her eyes at what she saw. Her sister had never before seemed so melancholy nor had she ever held a frown that Nessa saw. Was she too affected by the presence of the other or was it simply her gentle nature going out to her patient? The little girl didn't quite understand but she surely hoped she never had to see the young woman so sad again for her whole existence.

“Mimi….don't cry” she said more to herself quietly while handing onto the wooden edge of the window pane. Little sniffles could be heard and felt only to Nessa herself but her heart could be felt by all the villages looking around, waiting to see the state of their new demon visitor.

The one she called Mimi finally stood and walked out the room, the dirty bandages and bloodied cloths clutched in her grasp almost desperately it seemed as she moved about wisping out the door. Nessa tilted her head to the side, analyzing the male who now sat up stretching as much as his limbs would allow beyond his aching limbs. His face seemed sullen and he appeared to be rather bothered by something other the state of his body and limbs. As to what it was Nessa's talent of observation couldn't pick up something so greatly internal.

Suddenly when Nessa was getting ready to leave, maybe go enjoy a leisurely lunch the blond spotted her. He gave her a light smile and a look of surprise when he first sighted the chibi staring at him. Nessa could feel his gaze and she sensed that he other, or at least felt, was running her through with his eyes but somehow he made the torture pleasant and welcoming. The beauty stared at her for the longest time as if contemplating something and once he had apparently come to some sort of conclusion on the matter his hand clasped his pants. Having successfully retrieved the dirty, and bloodied trousers he dug into his pockets almost by a careful procedure practiced over and over again he pulled free something form within it's pocket. With the sun nearly blinding him as it cast through the small window the stranger held out to her a peace offering or a bright orange colored dolphin keychain.

Being the girl that she was Nessa couldn't turn down such an offer as that, and certainly not one as enticing. She briefly thought back to her sister as she began her journey to get within the window. Wouldn't her sister tell her that it was rude to turn down gifts from an angel? Carefully she pushed the window open and even more carefully she made her first attempt at moving into the room from a second story window. Raising her feet to the next niche in the aged wall on the side of the house she slowly inched her foot that was still on the metal beamer up causing her knee to meet with the wooden seal. The movement helped her push her tiny body up and steadily onto the main frame of the window as she only gave a soft grunt of exertion while her softly formed muscles guided her body onward.

The blonde angel on the bed shifted with worry, reaching out his hands as if it were and invitation to help her. Somehow he didn't feel that it was very safe for a small child to be on a window seal so high up, nor did he think she should have to help herself in. Just before he reached out for his pants the little girl gave another grunt of frustration and a soft warning to let her do this on her own. She was stubborn, brave, and very prideful, even in her tomboyish sense.

Nessa hoisted herself up and shook her head to better emphasize her independence and inability to accept any help in any shape or form. After fighting a moments with lifting her full body weight she clapped her tiny hands together from the joy of those two little slipper covered feet landing full on against the floor as easily as if it were a cat doing such a stunt. Following such a task she looked up at the other with a smug smirk spread across her face in triumph, then making sure the angel saw her movements she grinned up at him full of pride.

Emerald eyes gave its own appreciative smile; hold her in them in a way she had always dreamed of being held by someone with such features as the man had, so lovely and utterly familiar. He held out the charm, the bruises fading from his face as if they had been there for weeks and now finally decided to fade with little pain for the other much differently than they had been before when she first saw him, fresh and new created. Nessa strangely thanked Shinou for this outcome simply for she would have regretted seeing such a perfectly chiseled rounded face be scared or damaged she feared with such an incident it would make her looking into the piercing green eyes even more unbearable.

Nessa blinked her own eyes that were very much shaped like the set before her now. Tiny lips pierced into a line as she moved forward to accept the small gift with joy and trust in the beauty. She happily dangled the trinket on her finger, flicking it with her digits to watch it move and shine like no toy she had ever seen before.

“Thank you mister!” she exclaimed and hooked the small orange dolphin to her waist band of her bright colored sundress and smoothed her hands over the wrinkles in the fabric and rolling her fingertips in a soft motion. Shortly after as if entirely worried about her appearance she brought her hands up to her hair to straighten out the curls and make sure it was not sticking up on ends. He decorative pick/clip ran through the thick strands of wheat gold that was cropped very similar to the girl we all know as Greta to which for some reason made her strangely adorable to the angel we would call, wolfram.

“What's your name little one?” he asked patting the bed next to him and sighing sweetly to her as to tell her she could trust him and he was lonely. The beautiful angel had found it hard to sleep without warmth next to him in his sleep for some unknown reason so having her hear now was like a blessing, someone that seemed to hold something that eased his pain and throbbing head. He turned to give the girl a tender smile and full cover up his naked body so none of him but necessary things.

Nessa stepped toward the bed, planks beneath her feet creaking with the weight of her frame as she moved toward the twin sized bed eyeing the door as well on her way to the angel as if expecting her Mimi to burst through at any moment to scold her for messing with the man she had been ordered to stay away form. Yet again she was as cautious as a mouse around a house full of cats while she climbed the bed and up to the spot the demon angel had patted, not losing eye contact with him once. Sitting down and smiling she gave her trust again openly, not choosing to change her idea on this angel…he was still so much like HIM.

“My name is Nessa, or I guess since you are older than me I should call you my full first name.” she smiled. “My full first name is Annessa….are you…ummm.” She paused remembering her harsh scolding before about inquiring this man of anything involving her mother. The little cherub choose not to go any further with that but simply ask the others name to which she did politely.

AS for the blonde angel he gave a brilliant smile back at first, taking in the other's smile and familiar eyes of onyx to which he found much more beautiful than his own emeralds. AS such a sweet and considerate question came to his ears his brilliant brightening smile faded into despair. He parted his lips to speak but his voice chocked up on him, refusing to allow him to speak from the bundle of confused nerves. With in a moment he clutched his head, doubling over on the bed and scaring the small girl as he started to lightly sob.

“I don't'….I don't remember…” he breathed out, his sobs filling the room and causing Nessa's heart to reach out to him in sadness she touched her tiny hand to his face unable to hear the gasp of her sister outside the door

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Gwendal had long heard the news of their king's disappearance and had sent several soldiers to search for their aching king. His patience had long bee worn out for Yuuri but just this once he understood completely. Sighing out long and hard, pressing a finger to his brow he knew far too well the ways of love and the things they caused one to do. Yes he knew all to well.

The first born son of Lady Cecile stood proud before the door of Lord Gunter Von Christ ready and willing to take the next movement to ask a question he had wanted to for too long. His tanned calloused hands reached out to claim the shining and cold door knob, rolling it sideways before taking a deep breath. His hands helped urge him forward as they pushed the heavy wooden door open and reveal a darkened room, massive bed, and a slumbering Günter. The room smelt of lavender and vomit thankfully mostly masked by the other's strong perfume and the array f foods that had passed through the expansive bedroom.

Gwendal's heart went out to the man sleeping with a look of misery on his face. There atop satin sheets and cotton comforters rested his lover in more pain than he ever wanted to see again. What however caused something of a smile to cross his face was the facet that Günter had something very special in his arms, something soft and made by Gwendal himself.

“Gunter just accept it already, you say you can't sleep without me then sleep with the stuffed doll I made you!” he growled at the other, his attention and patience growing extremely short with his lover

Gunter however was much like wolfram in this area of stubbornness. He crossed his arms over his chest in defiance. “I refuse to sleep with something so childish like that.”

Gwendal sighed and placed the large plushie down on the table. “Fine then throw it way, I have work to do!”

His smile was uncommon to his normally soured expressions but none the less he smiled on and leaned down to give Gunter a kiss to his brow and cover him up. The lavender haired man was a vision of elegance with his silken hair spread about him and around his beautiful face, hands of an aristocrat wrapped firmly around the stuffed Gwendal plushie.

“mmmm” came the soft mew of the advisor in his slumber, turning his face from Gwendal with a smile.. Shortly after the room grew quite, and still in its motions leaving Gwendal to choose nothing else but to leave him be and get his much needed rest and go to sleep in his own room for once since they first made love. Yes tonight he would give Gunter his peace and tomorrow when the other was awake, about, and getting on his nerves he would gain his pay back form the mage.

AS for now the oldest prince moved from the room as quietly as he could, shuffling his feet only a bit against the marble once in a while, and snuffing out the last candle. Pulling the door open he wished Gunter a silent goodnights rest and stepped out into the hall. Exhausted and happy to himself he leaned against the wall, letting all that weight on his shoulders become balanced by something sturdier for a bit. He soaked in today's happenings with a regal air, keeping himself as composed as his station would allow until he heard a familiar voice.

“You know Gwendal, from the looks of it you are going to make a great father.” Conrad smiled to him, hiding his sadness for Gwendal and Günter's sake.

The prince smirked “I suppose a son or daughter can be no harder to babysit that their mother himself or his majesty.”

Conrad gave a soft chuckle and placed a hand on his brother's shoulder. Now to them they had lost much all in the past 24 hours. A brother, a king, and a friend had been taken from them yet they tried in this moment to count the blessings and be happy that even in these sad moments they would at least be having a new bundle of joy greeting them in the palace within a few months time.