Weiss Kreuz Fan Fiction ❯ The Darkness Within a Melody ❯ Chapter Four ( Chapter 4 )

Title- The Darkness Within a Melody Chapter Four

Author- Locura

Warnings- AU! OOC! YxA/AxY, PersiaxManx/ManxPersia, Future K+O/O+K perhaps KxO/OxK, HirofumixFarfarello/FarfarelloxHirofumi

Archive- Fanfiction.net & Mediaminer.org

Disclaimer- The Weiß Kreuz chara's aren't mine, I'm just barrowing them. Don't sue, I own nothing but an Omi pen and 4 dvd's and I wanna keep them!

DEDICATED TO CHIBIUKYOU

Author Notes- Ug! `nother crappy chapter. ^.^;; I once again will have no time to write this week until the weekend because of various projects. Wish me luck, because after last week I'm -still- looking for my marbles (they're blue and black so if you happen to find any please give them)! Anyway hope you Enjoy!

***= Beginnings, endings and changing times etc.

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Ken got ready early. He'd woken up at first light and dressed in a nice pair of slacks and a shirt, hoping that this way he wouldn't have to worry about being late again, and sat on his bed to wait.

That had been over an hour ago and now he was still sitting on his bed waiting for Omi to come to his room and take him to the dinning room. At least he hoped that was the way this was going to be going for now because he certainly had no idea how else he was to know when to go eat. Plus, if it was Omi that took him then he would have time to make sure no extensive damage had befallen his friend because of his mistake.

Sighing, Ken ran a hand threw his hair, causing it to once again take on that newly slept on look. He hoped Omi was all right. He could have sworn he heard someone scream earlier…but even if that hadn't been part of a dream Omi couldn't scream. The slave boy couldn't talk much less scream in such a way that it seemed to vibrate all the way to his room. His mind argued with him a moment, that maybe the slave boy could but didn't want to and Ken felt himself grow more irritable as the moments passed. He'd just have to ask Aya and Yohji what to do. They'd know.

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Farfarello smiled as he handed Hirofumi his belt, as the taller man bent to check his robes before tying on the rope belt to hold them together. "God cried last night."

Hirofumi grimaced and went to clean his glasses. "Indeed he did, love."

"Can we play with Gods broken toy?" His gold eyes glinted as the other put on his glasses and moved to comb his loves hair.

"If you really feel so strongly about it I don't see why not." The man smiled slightly. "But not today. Today we'll see what happens with my fathers attempt at acting. It should be most intriguing."

Farfarello giggled and turned around , the comb clattering from the others hands. "God will cry."

"Yes, love." Hirofumi brushed a hand over the others scared face. "God will cry. And maybe sometime we will get God back fully, hm?"

The white-haired man just hummed, his eyes dimmed as his mind wondered.

"Yes. Someday we'll get all of our skeletons back." He pulled the Irishman into a standing position. "But for now…we'll have breakfast and see how this drama will play out and see how God will cry." He laughed, his glasses sliding down his nose a little as he look at himself in the mirror. "For now we'll watch."

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Ken frowned. His face etched harshly in that position as he sat at the table opposite from his three cousins, the youngest Mamoru in front of him. The littlest had yet to talk all meal and anything about him, besides the introduction, had been told was a little as possible.

It didn't help his mood that Omi hadn't come to take him and the rest of his current family to breakfast, instead a strange child-like maid with blue pigtails had taken them, and the fact his cousin strangely looked a lot like his friend Omi was really getting to him.

In fact, Ken let his eyes stray once again to the other boys face, he would wager that with a bit of dye and some new cloths and makeup Omi would be the spitting image of this other quiet boy called Mamoru.

The brown-haired boy shook his head and played with the strange looking food on his plate. He really did not want to be here and with all the talk consisting of politics and development, he really was becoming bored. He couldn't even ask politely what had happened to the slave boy for fear of interrupting some new important talk on harvests and the knowledge that he'd only get an earful from his brother later on.

"Cousin Mamoru?" Ken asked, trying to find something to start a conversation with while the other boys gaze shifted and focused on him. "How are you feeling today?"

The boy opened his mouth as if to speak but suddenly Reiji spoke up, breaking his conversation with Aya. "He's feeling a little bit better then before, Prince Ken. Please do not encourage him to speak as his throat has been very tender."

Mamoru then smiled, his eyes fading back into a dazed look and Ken almost choked on what he had assumed to be a muffin. The look on the other Princes face was like seeing the slave boy look drunk, in fact Ken had a sinking suspicion that if he ever saw Omi intoxicated in extreme he would look exactly as this boy did now.

"I see…" Ken trailed off as he forced his eyes to look at the other end of the table where Reiji, Aya, Yohji and Masafumi were now back in a heated discussion.

Finding that to be nothing of interest, the topic having moved back to agriculture and arable land counts, Ken looked to his left. There sat his other cousin, Hirofumi and his obvious white-haired lover, and two other men he had yet to be introduced to. One had long red hair and wore dark green robes, his eyes were always amused as he surveyed the room and when their eyes met Ken had to suppressed a shiver. There was something about that man that unnerved him. But that feeling was nothing compared to the vibe he got off the last man who glared coldly at him before smirking and nudging the other red-haired man. The red-haired one laughed and nodded at nothing before turning to face Ken.

"So Prince Ken…" He smiled. "How are you liking this country so far?"

"Its very nice." Ken found himself answering automatically. "The hospitality is superb as is the food."

The mans eyes twinkled as moved to pat Ken's hand but Ken instinctively pulled away. "Now, now. There's no need to lie to me. I know you don't like it here. But I promises, this way of life seems to grow on you." His grin widened wickedly. "In fact, later you may not even care what happens to others because of things you do. Or have you already crossed that bridge?"

Ken frowned and forced his temper in check. "I'm afraid I don't know what you're talking about."

"Oh of course you do, Prince! That slave boy from last night." He laughed and looked over at the other man beside him. "Nagi and Crawford were -most- happy to see him again."

Ken stilled and tried to keep his mind blank. He hoped that didn't mean what he thought it might. "And what, may I ask, are you talking about? What was that slave boy's punishment anyways?"

"Well…" the older man began, a hand reaching for a goblet and mouth open as if to tell Ken more. And he would have had a terrific story to tell and plant vividly into both Ken and later Omi's mind later if not for Mamoru's over hearing.

The younger boy suddenly sprang up, his thin body swaying slightly and eyes alight as the chair clattered to the floor. "Melody!" He yelled as his father rose from his seat and began trying to shush him. "Blood melody! …..melodymagic…..screams all the screams and tears… want to come home! Want back together!"

Reiji motioned for help and both Crawford and Masafumi ran to help him with the struggling boy.

"Back together! Melody....apart..." Tears spilled out of wide blue eyes as the three men bodily picked him up and curried him away from the dinning room full of stunned cousins and slightly less stunned immediate family and guards, Mamoru's cries giving away to full fledged screams as the door closed. "Home!"

Those at the table were silent.

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"It thought he wouldn't talk unless talked directly at!" King Reiji stormed into his room, Masafumi and Crawford carrying the now limp boy behind him. "He never did before! So why did it happen now!" Reiji slammed a fist on to his table, which cracked with the force of the blow.

"I warned you Father. I wasn't sure what switching them again would do!" Masafumi laid the other Prince on the bed. "I think what's left of brothers mind is fracturing and the control slowly loosening. If we switch them many more times it's likely that one, if not both, will become completely insane."

"Not true." Crawford sat next to Mamoru, whose eyes stared blankly forward without a speck of life glimmering inside them. "If we continue to do it your way they will become insane in less then one more full turn. But if next time we use my way, which is far less harmful, he should be good and secure for the next twenty or more years."

"And how would you know?" Masafumi asked, his eyes narrowing. "I was one of the ones who made him, you know nothing of what he is!"

"You have a point, however, I do believe I know far more about his make then you do." He placed a hand over the boy's eyes. "He's very fragile and will be more so once you reverse what you have done but my plan will still work."

Reiji turned to face the pair, as son and adviser glared at each other. "Enough! Masafumi change him back at once and send him to be my Nephews personal slave when you're done."

"But father! Surly such a change so soon will destroy them both!" Masafumi stood in front of his brother cationic form. "I cannot do that to him! He's far to valuable!"

Reiji frowned and backhanded him, watching as his son was thrown to the side with the force. "Do not talk back to me, Masafumi." He left the room, his last words ringing in both of his son's ears. "Do what your told and never talk back, understand?"

Crawford grinned at the younger man still on the ground with his hand on his reddened check. "I'm afraid you will never win against me, Prince Masafumi. It is best not to try. Although, that's just the block I put in you, isn't it?" He laughed as he watched the other man stand and reach in his pocket for a small brown box as if in a trance. "Its surprising that your own father and brother never noticed the change in you when I came. They both never detected what happened when I arrived, did they?"

Crawford pushed up his glasses and turned to leave. "Your still screaming alone in your mind though, aren't you? Scream. Keep screaming and maybe someday Schuldich will take pity and let you out."

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"That was not normal Aya!" Yohji sat on the bed his arms crossed over his chest as he watched his lover adjust his gold earring. "That boy looked like the mute slave boy from yesterday that your bother's crushing on and he just went nuts! Not to mention the creepy rest of the family!"

"It doesn't matter." Aya tosses Yohji a brush. "We have to stop a war, not uncover my Uncles skeletons."

"It does to matter!" Yohji forcefully ran the brush threw his medium length blond hair. "I wanted to egg Ken on a little more and now look at the stick that's been thrown in the wheel!"

"Fine. After the meetings for this morning we'll check on Ken and then ask around." Aya turned to go. "Happy?"

"Extremely so, my Prince!" Yohji called, moving to ketch up with is lover who was now walking quickly down the hall. "Hey! Wait up!"

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Ken found himself in a garden. He wasn't sure if it was the main one or a side one but he knew when he finally looked around from his seat against a tree that he was inside one.

Small patches of flowers bloomed around him and a tree stood sturdily behind him, next to a small pool of water.

After breakfast had been a mess. Ken had wanted to have time to talk to Aya and Yohji but both had to be diplomats in just a half hour's time and as such had no time for him. So he had wondered, avoiding all strange guards and none immediate family members, before finally founding himself in a garden trying to figure out just what all had happened during the first parts of his say.

Mamoru looked like a copy of his friend but with the obvious ability to speak, though nonsense as it was, and Omi hadn't been seen sense he left with that guard the night before.

`Omi...' The name made his heart beat faster though he had only met the boy for a little time. `What is the mystery that seems to be surrounding this branch of the family?'

He tossed a pebble in the pool, watching as the ripples distorted his reflection. These last few days were too much, Ken though as he moved to lie on the grass and looked up at the sky.

As he watch the clouds Ken realized it was nearing noon. He had been half awake and letting his mind wonder, again mostly on his strange cousin and the muted Omi, for hours. Aya and Yohji had to be almost out of the meeting by now and lunch would probably be served soon as well.

Ken stood and brushed off his pants, ignoring the fact that the dirt refused to leave his good slacks, and turned. Only to stop at what he saw behind him. There slowly walking towards him in the same crumpled black clothing as the day before was none other then Omi, his slight body swaying and eyes open partially as he searched for Ken.

"Omi! Are you alright?" Rushing over to the smaller boy Ken put an arm around him to steady him and the boy slowly looked up, a shaky grin appearing on his face as he handed Ken a note.

Ken shook his head as he snatched the note from the other boy's hands before slowly easing him into a sitting position. "What in seven hells did they do to you!?"

Omi just smiled a little and leaned his head on Ken's chest, his eyes slowly closing with drowsiness and breath becoming even as he fell asleep.

The Prince sighed; his hand moving to run threw Omi's hair while he mentally promised to find a way to communicate with the other boy later, he really needed to know what had been done to the boy to have him acting like this. He had seemed so full of energy yesterday. Turning his focus back to what Omi had worked to give him Ken opened the note, which once read fell from numb fingers and few into the pool.

He, Aya and Yohji now had a personal slave, like it or not.

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Oh, one last note so that I don't forget to say so next time- grammar and such will be edited for all parts this weekend as well. Nothing major will change, just a few things to make it easier to read.