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after much waiting and thinking!! here is the TITLE of this story!!
i kept thinking and this story is centered a LOT on family and friends so here it is.....


KITH AND KIN


yep..that's what it's called now!
i contemplated on other titles too and i shall edit this entry to supply the details later~
jus thought i'd let u guys know about this asap...hahah so excited! my story has a name..*happy tears*
UPDATE --> i'm half way through chap.4 so  hang in there! i will post it soon!! がんばりまーーす！！！

NB: the writing in italics are thoughts, not dialogues

CHAPTER THREE

 

[Flashback]

It was one of winter's rare warm days and among in between two rows of cleanly cut out flowery bushes a young man stood watering his favourite color of roses.

“Lahnx!” a voice called, as the young chap knelt to dig a home for his freshly bought jasmines. He turned to the sounding person and said, “Jon, I told you, call me Himmel”

“Ok Ok, now enough gardening already! Come on! There are new girls in town and guest what! They’re our neighbours! WOO! Let’s go watch ‘em” Jon excitedly delivered the news.

“You’re so pathetic. Can’t you think of anything but girls? Himmel voiced jokingly.

“I can think of cheese” Jon replied sarcastically “now let’s go!” he continued

“Shouldn’t you be at work anyway?” Himmel questioned.

“I have a day off!” Jon grew impatient and pulled Himmel by the arm and literally dragged him home.

“Wait!  I’m not done you idiot, those jasmines aren’t finished! And they need water!!” Himmel cried emotionally

“Bloody! Stop crying! What’dyu like spit those flowers from your imaginary vigina?! GOD, they’ll live til’ tomorrow!”

“Please do not refer to my inner feminine-ness that way again and ah, hello…GAY MAN HERE, so what do girls have to do with me?” Himmel argued

“I’m not takin’ you so you could get a look, I’m takin you to pick ‘em up! Himmel, I know no man’s been at your rear end yet, but, your face invites girls like cheese in the middle of a million rats.” Jon simply stated the obvious facts.

Circles of pink arose at both cheeks and Himmel finally agreed to come along, throwing his hat and gloves on the pile of gardening tools.

“Oh Look! That one in the blue! Wow! She’s hot!” Jon commented, girl after girl.

Himmel sighed and rolled his eyeballs.

“Himmel! Look! That one in the yellow, she’s lookin’ at ya” Jon nudged with an elbow and Himmel looked up. He answered the girl’s smile with one of his own as she turned away and went back in.

“I think she likes ya!” Jon spoke aloud.

“Shut up, you know I don’t do girls” Himmel said.

“Ya, I know, I’m just kiddin’ ya Himmel”

Himmel had that look on his face again. The one that constantly missed something; longed to fill a growing void in his heart. Jon, upon noticing, shook him and said, “Hey! I’ll take you to see some guys tomorrow!” Jon winked

Himmel smiled and they walked home.

 

[End flashback]

 

I could not help but smile when I thought of Jon’s face while washing his clothes in the backyard. Jon and his parents are the best thing that’s ever happened to me since I left home. No, since I ran away. Since I abandoned my responsibilities even as a boy to grow as a leader, a brother, a son, and a protector who would guard his land and family. How could I do that to them? To Tiniki especially. He is probably suffering because of me right now. But I could not stay either.

 I would have become a joke.

“Himmel darling” Jon’s mom called from the kitchen.

“Coming!” Himmel answered.

“You’ve been invited to do the flowering at the mayor’s son’s wedding! Look, the letter’s here.” Jon’s mom spoke with joy.

“Wow! This is so exciting! I’ll go get started right away! Jon would’ve have loved to here about this! If only it arrived 2 days ago before he left to Maulva!” Himmel regretted and yet, jumped in excitement.

Himmel, although known as Himmel only for some ten years, is and always will be the Lahnx everyone back home loved. He’d be the center of attention, anywhere he’d go. Even as a child his excellent people skills, and refreshing sense of humor would invite even the most hostile of people. There weren’t many things in this world that Lahnx did not know how to do. From all homely duties, to nurturing the exterior of a house, to cooking the most delicious meal, he knew how to martial, he knew how to look good in dresses (although it had been years since he stopped wearing them), he knew how to fish, he knew anything, except what home would be like now, since it has been ten years from the day he crossed the borders of Syklam.

 

Himmel rushed to the bus stop to get by work, and the muddy roads were not helping his hasty situation. Two feet into running after the bus and Himmel slipped to the ground.

“Ah!” his screaming began, like a girl, and stopped midway as he remembered he was in public and finished off with a manly “Argh”

“Are you Ok?” a voice asked as its owner’s hand helped him stand.

Himmel, out of embarrassment, brushed himself clean whiling looking up with a

“thanks, it was nothing”

It’s that girl!….no guy? From the other day

He stared at the figure opposite him for a whole minute before shaking his head, “ah, sorry, I didn’t mean to….”

“It’s alright. I get it a lot. My twin brother, he loves to dress up and fool the boys over. People always mistake him for a girl when he plays that stupid joke, and when they see me, they’re faces twist up like a rat’s ass like yours just did and then they conclude that I’m a cross dressing freak of nature.” The boy informed.

“oh, I see, that’s ok.” Himmel excused himself.

“NO, it’s not! Y-y-you don’t understand! I get ass-slapped constantly ‘cause strange men just get the idea that I’m some kinda hot chick who likes to walk around in men’s wear! I don’t have boobs!” the boy opened his shirt and revealed smooth, flawless pale skin-tight around the chest.

His tone of voice grew heavier by the moment as his words became to shape the utter meaning of frustration of having to deal with a demonic brother, Himmel thought.

The boy continued, “And, and, I have a penis too! LOOK” he unzipped his trousers, to prove a point, just when Himmel stopped the now, all over the place, freak show- “STOP! I get it! Your part of the male species! Can your genitals can stay in your pants if you don’t mind!”

Himmel shot a ‘put your clothes back on boy’ look to him and the short boy zipped things up and sighed heavily.

“Sorry, I just get all tensed up when people look at me like that” the boy explained

“Oh, well…who wouldn’t” Himmel thought aloud and shrugged

“Where were you going anyway?” the boy asked

“To work. I’m a florist” Himmel said with a smile, and the two took the next bus into town.

 

Himmel was drawing out sketches for flower arrangements for the wedding, sitting in the veranda humming one of his favorite jingles.

“Well, you suck too!!” a loud voice yelled into the house opposite his.

It’s the kid from yesterday. Why is he so angry now?

The boy was quick to change expressions, he looked over at the confused Himmel and smiled like the other day, again. He walked over to Himmel’s door, and into the Veranda, crawling at Himmel like some sort of wild animal. He came so close to his face that Himmel could feel the boy breathe on his neck. Shocked, all the way, Himmel, just froze.

AH! What is is doing?!

The boy slid a hand up Himmel’s summery shirt and pinched a nipple tenderly.

Himmel moaned and could not break free from what was happening to him.

Well, he is one random kid, after his soliloquy yesterday….it was like him to be unpredictable.  But THIS?!

The boy suddenly became like an untamable wild cat and clawed at Himmel pinning him onto the ground and undoing his belt. Himmel layed still,

Holy God NO! I’m a virgin!

He began to struggle in a scene that would have looked pathetic to anyone. A grown man being attacked by a boy the size of a 10 year old.

Don’t rape me!

The boy smirked at Himmel, and continued his harassing, when

“KLUGE!!” a loud, rather angrier voice interrupted.

The body stopped and looked up. Himmel with his eyes still closed, thought

Oh my god! I’m saved!!! YAY! I’m a virgin again!

“GET OFF THAT MAN KLUGE! You bastard, it’s not even funny this time!

The poor guy!” the boy, the one from the bus stop.

“Don’t scream so much! What is he your bitch?” the harassing boy asked, mockingly

“My-my-what? NO! go home Kluge! I’ll tell on you, if you try it again! And you know dad! He’ll only let you go so far before he snaps!” the bus-stop boy replied.

The other boy, picked himself up off Himmel, and walked off before brushing his clothes clean. “Whatever” he spat with a glare before leaving.

“I’m so sorry! That’s my brother, Kluge, the dressing-up one, remember?” The boy obliged.

“hah?..oh, right” after moments of shock, Himmel buttoned and buckled himself like he HAD been.

“I’m Yuvonne, the bus-stop twin” the other boy introduced himself, finally.

OH……

Himmel laughed it off. “It’s Ok, I guess, Yuvonne. I’m Himmel.”

Yuvonne began to talk about his school and Himmel shared some of his stories about the flower shop and how to make the best cakes. The two seemed to get along very well.

A friend who is not Jon.  I’m growing. Himmel began to trail in thought.

 

Himmel

Jon : grey/white hair, green eyes

Jon in uniform

Felix: brown hair-darker on the sideburns, light brown eyes

Welf : black eyes

Klein : blue eyes, light orange hair

Gunar: brwonish/yellowish hair, green eyes


Leon : red hair, grey eyes

Lukas: blonde hair, blue eyes

for lost souls...b/c i such at this writing thing:
here's some info>>>

lame "plot":
not a fully set out plot, just bits and pieces>>>

* main(?) plot:
Tiniki, the second son of King Balduin Herz becomes an identity hidden boy when he is to be throned as the next possible ruler after his parent's deaths. Hagen, the king's close friend becomes an advisor to the family and hides tiniki, destroying most of his printed proof of existence fearing for the boy's life because of Adler, the evil guy who wants to take over...and who will do anything to do so. Lahnx, the king's eldest son and therefore the correct one to next rule, runs away as a child upon listening to his elders talk of his future responsibilities. The twins are too young to rule, and so the search goes on by Adler to find the tiniki who is right under his nose, while he hides away beyond the country borders provoking the restless roots of war to create disturbance and chaos.

[My thoughts]
for some reason, i was going to make Welf royal too, and make it that he was the eldest son, but didn't run away - he got lost as a child. i want the evil guy to be as evil as possible, but i can't come up with a word to describe him...other than 'evil' still workin' on the plot ofcourse.

* side plot:
story about two childhood friends Welfen and Felix. Welfen does something very unforgivable during their childhood (around age 8) which leaves Felix at a huge loss; what it actually is, is yet to be decided. Although this had taken place at a mischievous age, and so inevitably Welf possibly could not have meant any harm to Felix, the plot leads us to nothing but curiousity, leaving the sometimes sulking Welf to appear as a deeply angst character, who can also become a playful child at other sometimes. Will Felix forgive Welf? Will he not? Also, Welf, an orphan at pup, is practically taken in by the Jaeger family at age 3 and is raised. Hence, Felix and Welf can behave more like brothers than friends at most times.

[My thoughts]
i'm sorta clueless as to where this side plot will lead. i haven't thought much about it. initially, i thought of making that unforgivable act being something like, Welf's childish trick on Felix leaves Felix a famililess young. But i keep discarding this idea, b/c, to me, it made Welf seem a little too shallow and bad, which he is not. also, initially these two were going to be my main characters, but i had more ideas in my head for the others, so i thought i could develop those and leave this on the side. i keep thinking this side plot ain't that interesting. hahaha

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i would post the character info pages i've got, but they have spoilers..so i can't :P

Hagen’s office was the perfect place to get a good read. Half the time it was empty as owner himself was busy running around correcting everyone at their jobs, making sure orders were carried out to the correct destinations at the right times, telling off Welf was drinking too much, again. And the other half of the time, Hagen himself would be quietly looking over important files and records while sipping his favourite brand of tea.

This, in its daily state was Tiniki’s most loved place to be. He sat on one of the chairs, warm and cushiony, almost layed on it, sideways with his legs dropping off one of the arms and hi head resting on the other. He was reading the book he had hid in Hagen’s room, to serve its use on one of these occasions where he could have the room to himself.

Silence was not new to this boy. Silence was his everyday. Silence was his world. He knew nothing but the sound of it, which is why he bolted up when he saw Hagen face him, “Tiniki, what are you doing in here? And reading?”, he read Hagen’s lips speak, cautiously.

With an apologetic expression Tiniki spoke in his usual way, “I’m sorry, I had nothing to do, and since no one was in here, I came to read, secretly” he voiced with his hands. 

Hagen swayed his head in disappointment and warned Tiniki again, “Remember Max, you’re a Herald, and an illiterate who can’t read, write or communicate. Keep that in mind the next time you get bored”.

“I know. I’m sorry. I’ll not do it again.” Tiniki’s hands said as he walked to the bookshelf to slide the book in. He turned out to Hagen with a jolt from his bones as he remembered,

“I made tea for you!” he showed the tray, grinning proudly with his teeth.

“My  favourite. Lemon tea.” Hagen said, stretching his words with a sigh. “Max I’m sorry this is happening to you. But this is the only way.” Hagen continued apologetically.

Tiniki stood at the doorway and crossed his arms as though embracing himself and pointed to Hagen with a smile before he left. And only Hagen could have known that it meant, “I trust in you”.

Just as Tiniki left Hagen’s office he met with a pair of cold eyes, too uninterested for existence. He threw their owner a warm smile only to be ignored with a sharp glare.

Tiniki is a mute and a deaf member of god’s creation. However there were some rare cases of members who preferred to not use their perfectly functioning voice, emotions, and thoughts. One such member was Krause.

Krause entered the room. It was interesting to listen to his voice, as those were the only occasions it was ever heard. “General Hagen, the orders to Vernne have been carried out and we have strengthened out troops at the east borders as you had requested.” Krause reported, literally like a news telecast.

“Krause, you can call me dad” Hagen ignored the report and went straight to the personal talk, as getting this boy to talk to him was more difficult than finding needles in a hay stack.

Krause stared at him, expressionless, waiting for an “OK, I’ll see to it” or a “Yes, you can go now”. The last thing he wanted was a fatherly, “it’s time to talk about the consequences of sex my son” talk or even just a normal “how was your day”. NOT after all he’s been through.

Yet, he could not help but accept the fact that Hagen was his only family. And that, a while ago, HE had become Hagen’s only family too.

“Dad, can I leave now?” He finally spoke after three whole minutes of pondering.

Hagen sighed, “Ok Krause, go to bed”, he spoke with a thousands bowls of happiness and a tiny bit of hope that he had got something out of Krause for once.

 

Since the King’s death and the segregation of the provinces under his throne, everything square of land, every piece of grass, grain, life had been under threat to being over thrown by Adler.

“Balduin is long gone, it should be such a complicated procedure to just wake into Syklam and claim you’re the next king, since you are his cousin and the only next, alive, known heir.” Wernfried suggested, as he walked into Adler’s room.

“Those reasons are temporary. There isn’t a chance of runway Lahnx returning, not with the efforts Hagen poses to try with. And until we find Maxmillian and put an end to him in secret, I cannot rule.” Adler spoke firmly.

“How are you going to do that?” Wernfried interrupted.

“There are ways. But only if we find Maxmillian’s birth records that key us into everything and anything about him. Maybe he also runaway, maybe one of the provinces have kidnapped him. Or maybe Hagen’s hiding him himself” Adler spoke with that usual tone driven with the hunger for power.

Adler was not a man one would want to cross paths with. Since a child Adler’s always been hungry for one thing and one thing only. Power. The ability to be an authority. To hold a nation in the palm of his hands and have total control. Adler had a dog once and he loved it. Adler, who loved no one in this world, could shed kindness and innocence on his pet. One day the dog had disappeared. It had roamed into the woods, despite Adler’s commands not to.  Upon finding his dog Adler, exclaimed in anger, “I told you not to go! How dare you disobey me!” Adler took a stick lying on the floor and beat his beloved dog one, two, three…eight, nine, ten. He hit it, a beast crawling out of his teary eyes, as he saw the whining animal lay calm and trembling. He threw the stick away, and carried it home, nursing it with hopes that he wouldn’t be disloyal again. His tears were the mere trapped feelings of the little boy within him. Yet, Adler could not stop himself from the cruelty he displayed to this world. That was the kind of boy he was. He was 8 years old. 

 

 

After two days of constant searching Lukas finally layed eyes on Felix.

“Felix! Where the hell were you?!” He yelled from the other end of the corridor stomping towards him.

“I was running an errand for Hagen and went out of town. What’s the matter?” he spoke casually.

“Who in god’s world assigned that crazy, stupid freak of a bastard as my roommate?! Was it that baldy Issac? God if I find him! And I specifically told you that I’ll take only Gunar or you as my roommate!” Lukas’s anger began to fume around him now.

“Calm down Lukas. So go see Issac and he’ll fix it. I can’t do much about it now?”, he advised as Lukas gave his usual frustrated ‘ARGH!’

“Speaking of which where is your brother anyway? I haven’t seen him in a week.” Felix asked.

“I don’t know! Probably trying to bake a cake in some hole of a kitchen!” He exclaimed before storming furiously to find Issac and beat his demands into the short man.

Yes. That was Lukas. Beauty stoke every part of him, physical parts that is. Skin smooth as rose petals, perfect curves for cheeks and a nose above which sat cool pools of blue. Golden hair so pale it almost resembled the moon’s gleam at moments. But on the inside he could get uglier than Cinderella’s sisters could. And they were known for being ugly. But Felix loved him. He loved both his cousins, the family he had leftover since that incident years ago.

Felix sighed and curiosity had crept over him as to who this ‘crazy, stupid freak of a bastard’ was. He made his way to Lukas’s room, No. 45. He knocked on the door, simply because he was known for his politeness at doing even the simplest of tasks.

A tall, dark man addressed him, “Yeah, can I help you?” he spoke, his horse voice rough at the edges.

In an instant Felix knew WHY Lukas had thrown such a hissy fit. This man, no, young man, was the complete opposite of Lukas. From the clothes he wore to the way he spoke. His looks, habits, and conversation manners were absolute opposite.

The other man shook his head in a way that said ‘Hello? What do you want?’

Felix broke free from observation and finally replied, “Oh! I was just curious as to why Lukas has been complaining about his new roommate so much”

“Oh that!” the young man exclaimed with a chuckle. “As soon as I came in yesterday I called him a drama queen, an ugly one. And he’s been havin’ a bitch fit ever since” the dark man laughed.

Felix joined him, “you automatically knew what’d tick him off the most” Felix added.

“Yeah, it was just a joke, but he could handle it, and stormed out of here like a girl. Hasn’t come back since, except for sleep.”

“Oh, well, I’m Felix, his cousin. So just tell me or his brother Gunar if he gives you too much trouble” Felix advised.

“Oh, not at all. I can handle him”, and he added, “I’m Jon the new recruit from Vernne”

“Oh! your that guy! Good good. Have you seen Hagen yet. Oh, don’t worry, I’ll come by here this evening and take you to him.” Felix said.

“Sure, I’ve just been getting used to this place so far. Completely the paperwork for my journey to here” Jon replied.

Felix waved a ‘goodluck’ as he left to his own quarters, as, anyone other than family brave enough to live with Lukas would need it. Lukas despised anyone more handsome than him. Especially if they were not his family, and were around his own age, or qualified enough to speak as equals.

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WOOT. Chapter two's up now. *walks to start chap 3* 

NB: The place names are made up. Tiniki is a mute and cannot "talk" through his mouth...just in case anyone got confused in those parts.

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FEEDBACK PLEASE!

     

Noises of the night’s combat got heavier by the moment. Attacks and defenses filling the field faster than the minute desired. It had been his first battle since the King’s death. It was yet to become a success and before it could, something unfortunate awaited this soldier; or so he felt.

“CHARGE!!” he followed the order, unaware of his open back. A sword swung from behind just after his eyes met the attacker’s shadow ambiguous on his blade.

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“Felix!!” he shouted as he bolted from bed, his eyes wide open

“WHAT? It’s about bloody time you woke! Hagen’s been crazy you know! He wants these orders carried out before this afternoon. So I come here to wake you up, and Ms. Pretty out there wouldn’t let me! Damnit!”, growled Felix, at his own misery.

“What? We..we…we were in the middle of a mêlée and..and Hagen got killed and…I remember I was going to be too….huh…?”, Welf tried to explain the situation-he himself unsure.

“ You wish Hagen was dead. Ok Shakespeare enough with the stories…now get going! Hagen’s gonna slice us if we don’t!”

Still confused, Welf looked around his room to shake the dire dream away. A smile from the silent herald comforted him, as he greeted, “Morning Tiniki, just a bad dream I guess”

“Yeah, bad dream, and bad timing too! Hagen’s coming”, Felix sounded

“Is he up?” Hagen questioned, pacing towards the open room.

“Yeah, up and awake” Felix replied

Hagen passed a quick gesture at Tiniki before moving towards Welf.

“These late night parties have got to stop. Or you have to remain sober like Felix if you do decide to party. There is work to be done, and I expect it to be done when I say so. Otherwise….”

Tiniki passed a small bucket. To Welf’s surprise, Hagen tipped the bucket right over him and let the icy water flow out.

“This is exactly what will happen”, he passed the bucket back to Tiniki before marching out.

 “sober?” Welf questioned soaking wet.

“all the way” Felix grinned proudly

“if he only knew..”

“But he doesn’t does he?” Felix added, throwing Welf’s uniform at him.

 

The two walked on to complete their morning orders. Felix couldn’t help humming cheerfully while noticing Welf drift into thought. “hey hey! Not now boy! It’s mornin’ already! Quit dreamin!” Feliz alarmed

“I’m not dreaming you ass!” Welf threw him a jovial punch

Felix’s humming stopped as he noticed one of the guards running towards them.

“Sir! Sir! They’ve caught the thief from last night!” the guard delivered.

“Alright, we see to it. Thanks Joak” Felix addressed

They raced to the scene to find an old broken man, white from the cold, red skinned from all the beating. His hair was distinct in color though a pale brown and his eyes too ancient to be advised alive. 

“No more beating.” Felix exclaimed, while Welf stood drowning in sleep.

Felix momentarily observed his worn features and questioned, “Why did you steal?”

“Why? For food you dumbass” Welf mumbled with an obvious disbelief to his voice

Felix glared at him and proceeded to the guards “take him to the prison and give him food, rest and anything he needs for comfort. I’ll deal with this later” he dismissed the men.

 

“We better send these orders out now, or prepare to get eaten by Hagen” Felix warned his fellow drinking buddy.

The two soldiers left to deliver orders to their military base at the border.

Felix spoke loud into the transducer telephone, “This is Sergeant Felix speaking. We received an order to strengthen the security around our borders. Intruders have managed to come through. So be alert! Over”

“Felix, do you think it’ll be war soon” Welf thought aloud

Felix sighed, “If Engel persists to take over with all his madness” Felix replied.

 

It was evening and birds sang songs upon sunset. Welf heard footsteps arise in the dorm, leading to his door. The door opened with a bang to reveal someone Welf hated with his uttermost honesty.

“Where the hell is Felix?” the form at the door scolded with slight fury

Welf frowned with disinterest “Felix is at the gym, what do you want Lukas?”

 “That damn Felix! I told him a million times already to NOT assign freaks to share my room! It’s tough being beautiful as it is! I can’t be on guard to protect my virginity too!”

And how dare you address me so formerly you imbecile?! Next time you shall not be alive to commit such an act!” the form scolded again, now with a bit more fury.

Welf rolled his eyeballs and sighed in response to the threat and went back to bed while Lukas stormed out at the site of being ignored and unattended.

 

The night was harshly chilly as ‘Mid winter’ began to take its meaning. Welf and Felix had dragged Klein into the bar for their weekly night of drinks. Quite soon, such weekly pleasures became an everyday habit strengthening the soldiers’ friendships.

Klein sat silent, nervous to his bones, biting his lower lip seemed a strong sign of his uneasiness at the scene he was so humbly forced to be a part of.

“Come on Klein! Take a shot at it! You’ll love it!” Welf slobbered all over Klein, almost choking him with his intense stench of countryside beer.

“I can’t! What if Meleana finds out! I bet she’s deciding on HOW to murder me right this moment!” Klein shook in the fetus position as he recalled his slave driver sister warning him ‘Anywhere near alcohol and Klein! I’d be your worst nightmare!”

“Like she isn’t your nightmare already” Welf suggested

Klein stood stunned at the sight of Welf mouthing HIS thoughts and before he could question how- “Oh, come on! You’re a friggin’ open book!” Welf continued

“Now drink up!!” Welf forced Klein’s lips apart and pushed the liquor in.

Klein gulped and his eyes grew wide and reflected the room’s light as he spoke “hap…py….feel..ing…” right before he fainted senseless to the floor.

Welf continued further not taken back by what’s occurred “That’s right Klein, alcohol makes you happy! Never forget that!”

Felix rushed to him and asked “What did you do know Welf?”

“I just gave him some beer, gee” Welf sighed with little surprise

“Beer? Does he LOOK like he can handle beer?” Felix sighed and carried Klein home calling back to Welf, “I’ll be back. And don’t pick any fights while I’m gone!”

Felix was infuriated at what he saw when he returned.

“take that you ass-”

“I don’t think so” Felix grabbed Welf before the other man’s face got punctured.

“Sorry about that sir” Felix apologized and pulled Welf away.

It was getting colder by the moment and fog began to escape their lips.

As Felix half carried Welf on his shoulders the awkward silence between the two grew wilder. “Hey Felix..? I’m sorry…….for everything..” Welf dragged his words until the ends of lips let them flow with repentance.

Felix firm and emotion-lacking features remained unmoved.

“Hey Felix,...why are you doing this? What am I to you? I said I’m sorry didn’t I? …….or…..are you punishing me?” Despite Welf’s unanswered questions he continued, “Felix….Fe….l…ix..Fe..” Welf began to drift off as the day, more so-the rather wild events of the night had taken a bit too much out of the younger soldier.

Still now, Welf remains the only audience of his beer-drenched ramblings.

 

My head feels heavy…I can barely hold it high. I know I did things….wrong, bad things. But am I so unforgivable that he would barely talk to me? Sometimes I feel as though he talks to me, just to make things seem as always. And sometimes he does not talk ……at all. Why does he hate me so much he wants to keep hurting me?  I know I cannot be forgiven…but….the greatest sentence is…..unforgiveness.

 

The after effects of all night beer and pointless fights were barging in his bed. Welf woke up with the usual nightmare acoustics of ‘ah …a…grh….no….why?...you…me..I’..m..” –and to someone with a particular talent to ‘patch things up with significant lack of information’-or simply imagine, it seemed as though there were more to these ‘nightmares’ than meets the eye. 

Welf squeezed his head as though wanting to tip the booze right out of his skull.

“That’s not how it works”

Welf faced the glaring boy, now frowning with reason to being woken to ‘odd’ sounds.

“Usually, if you drink like a pro-drunk, then you HAVE to put up with the hangover”, the boy claimed.

Welf sat silent, engrossed in pain and confusion.

“Who the hell are you?”, Welf struggled to spill words, yet, maintaining his apathetic tone.

“No one of your concern. But I would advise that you keep you sexual dream fantasies to when I’m NOT in the room, because I sadly will be sharing this room with you”, the boy spoke politely, with rough tones.

“Sexual dream fantasies??!! What the hell are you talking about?! Look boy, I have NO IDEA who the hell put you in my room, but if I find them, God forbid, there WILL be murder!” Welf, trying to avoid the walls, dreading embarrassment, stormed out of the room to find the room organizers.

 

“Oh my God, NO” Welf spoke aloud.

“You cannot put a punk-ass-kid in my room! This is NOT fair Issac!” Welf complained to the dorm manager, who now, seemed to very unconvinced at the case coming out of a drunk man.

“I’m sorry Welfen. He arrived this morning and you had the most empty room. If the situation persists then we can arrange something else by the end of this week, but you have to deal with it for now” the short man shrugged his words, hoping for them to flow into Welf’s ears as easily as thread into a needle head.

Welf slumped disappointed and wobbled out of the room.

He came back to his room, finding a neatly placed blanket in four folds and a bible above it in the center if perfect right angled positions -  A suitcase very precisely put away on the shelf above the bed, and clothes neatly folded and piled into draws, whites and colors separate.

Welf stood speechless and shocked at the spotless shinning empty half of the room. He final words before flopping on the floor “Oh my god, he must be gay….and he’s religious….”, Welf cried at his merciless fate.

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see you in the next chapter! ^^

I'll introduce the characters here:

characs. so far: (not in order of importance)            

Welfen Fuchs> military man, position- most likely a soldier           
Felix Jaeger > military man, position- most likely a sergeant           
maxmillian tiniki herz  > messenger of the military general Hagen 
Hagen Drescher > military general and the king's close friend + family advisor
Krause Dresher > military man- a luitenant, right hand man to the general (Hagen's adopted son)
Klein Liebe Drescher > 17 yrs old, school kid (Hagen's son)      
Meleana Dresher > Klein's sister, trainee paramedic  (Hagen's daughter)    
Adler Engel > evil guy, post military man - king's cousin             
Wernfried Schafer > evil guy's assistant - [post occupation undecided]     
Lahnx Himmel Herz > King's eldest son
Elke Herz > Emerich's female twin, the King's youngest children
Emerich Sankt Herz > Erne's male twin
Gunar Roth > Felix's and Welf's friend (rookie chef)
Leon Gottlieb > new kid in the military dorm (trainee paramedic)
Lukas Jaeger > Felix's cousin, a soldier 
Balduin and Fausta Herz > the King and Queen respectively