A/N-Hi guys! I'm back. Wow, I really wasn't expecting this response from you. To be truthful, this story was just something that hit my head while I was busy listening Love in the ice, and really had no intention of continuing. But ended up writing this...However, this chap is longer than the first one, swear. I'm expecting a fire brigade, so till she returns I'll appreciate if you bear with me. But feel free to tell if you stumble on any mistake.
Thanks for all your support, my friends. It's my first time getting any reviews so, I might not have shown my gratitude properly since I'm an idiot like that. So I'd like to thank you again (big hug).
One more thing, really important one. Though this story takes place in 07 ghost land, the settings tend to be different (kind of). And the characters can be in their characters or not, depending on the situation, but I'll try my best to keep them in their original form ('cause it's cooler that way). Though I agree Teito will make an adorable angel, gotta get him a pair of fluffy wings:)
Disclaimer- I really can't understand why I'm writing this, especially when the manga is in kapitel 95. I don't own any characters but only this little plot.
Ch-2, A new name
"You don't know who you are? Is that even possible?"
Frau Verius was currently staring at the brunette, wide-eyed, his hands folded over his broad chest.
The three men were now in the patient's room. Castor and Labrador having followed the should-be-in-bed Frau, if the blonde fainted or something, after all he had just woken up from an accident he was supposed to die in and found Frau on the floor, tacked by the said patient, who had waken from his death sleep as well.
The russet to his left coughed into his fist to attract the group's attention. "It is possible Frau," Castor indicated to the teen on the bed, who was being attended by Labrador. The teen's head was bandaged in stained bandages. "He might be suffering from amnesia, after-all he has hit his head pretty hard. Seems to me like a case of retrograde amnesia."
Frau looked over at the gloomy teen, those pair of jade eyes, clouded with incoherent sorrow…they looked awfully familiar. It just felt weird, every time his eyes locked with the teen's it triggered an unidentifiable sensation in him and he couldn't help but ponder what kind of past the kid had. Never had he seen someone looking so miserable. Even if he had no memory of his past, something was definitely haunting the lad even in his subconscious, call it instinct or experience…he shook his head to get rid of the troubling thoughts, now was not the time to think about that.
"It is more likely. Young one?" the lavender haired man turned to face the teen, who was the topic of the conversation. "Can you at least try to remember your name?"
Said teen closed his eyes, for the fifth time of the seemingly annoying evening. He was now on the verge of concluding that these men, who said themselves his saviours, when he confronted them with the accusation of kidnapping him, well the blonde with those criminal eyes certainly looked like one, were a bunch of nosy private-eyes, as they kept questioning him as if he was a terrorist, which he was not? So, he tried to concentrate on the blank space in his head, better get over with it for once and for all.
He could see a rainbow of colors dancing in front of his eyes. But the harder he tried to assemble these wild colors to form a sensible picture, the darker the background became. Frustrated, he furrowed his brows together, trying to concentrate. 3...2…1…his head screamed with pain. Nevertheless he continued on, ignoring the beginnings of a terrible headache. His entire body began to shake visibly. Labrador had to intervene to prevent the brunette from putting too much strain on his injured body.
"I'm sorry, but I just don't remember anything," he sighed, holding his head in his hands, "You don't have to keep me here, I don't want to be a burden to you all."
"It's fine, dear. We will never think of you as a burden," Labrador said kindly.
He didn't look up, inwardly expecting a fake show of kindness. How can anyone be so kind to a complete stranger?
"Will you shut that crap?"
O.K. now he did look up to face the giant blonde, who had uttered that sentence.
Frau looked him straight into the eye. His sapphires held a bored look that almost looked worried, if studied closely, which obviously the teen failed to notice. "The accident was a fault in our part, so we are to blame for your amnesia. I don't want to get blamed later because you tend to be suicidal, brat," he said, flicking the teen's forehead with a long, slim finger. The brunette's eye twitched.
"Oh! This reminds me we've not introduced ourselves to you, I'm Labrador I. Krat. I'm Bastien-sama's doctor and Frau's and Castor's friend," Labrador said introducing himself with his everlasting smile that best described his name.
"I'm Castor Hausen," Castor said with a smile of his own, pushing aside a stray hair from his face. "I'm a friend of theirs. Hey Frau, your turn now," he nudged the blonde to his right.
"I'm Frau," he replied with pride.
No 15th heir of the ancient Verius God House and the other stupid things that come with the title but only Frau.
"Isn't it German for a woman?" the brunette asked innocently, for which he received a glare from the enraged blonde and a few uncontrolled giggles from his buddies.
"AHAHAHA, our Frau as a woman?" Castor managed to say between his laughs.
"He will sure make a terrible woman," Labrador said holding his chin, as if he were thinking about the most serious subject in the entire universe.
"Cut it out already. I'm not the one, who came up with this damn name, so why should I become its victim?"
"So, you are not a woman?"
"No!" the blonde snapped and pointed to his broad chest, which was barely clad in a navy trench coat with a low neckline. After the duo came out of their laughing fit, Labrador quietly stared at the petite brunette busy in a glaring match with Frau.
"Lab, what's wrong?" Castor asked.
"Ah, nothing. I was just thinking, shouldn't we name him? I know he has a real name but for the time being can't we call him something? It will be difficult otherwise." To this every pair of eyes turned to him.
"How about, Charles Lucifer Evergreen?" Castor supplied.
"Umm... Castor we need to call him something, which we can remember ourselves. Let's call him Fluffy, instead," Labrador said with a broad smile.
"That sounds like David's cat's name. We can call him Bassanio."
"We can call him Rose, instead."
"That's a flower's name and secondly he is a guy. I'm telling you Bassanio is the best."
"No, Rose!"
"Bassanio!"
"Rose!"
Frau face palmed seeing this idiotic argument. The horrified brunette had moved farther away towards the end of the bed and was hiding inside the covers, as if by doing this he'll be able to avoid the miserable names, the two grown men were verbally fighting over.
"Stop it. You guys are arguing even more than a couple selecting a name for their first child. And I don't think the brat liked them anyways," Frau stated matter-of-factly.
"Are you implying we should call him a brat instead?" Castor glared at the blonde through his spectacles.
"I never said that," Frau hissed.
"Have you got anything then?"
"I? Umm…..how about Teito? Teito Klein? Considering he's a shortie[1]," Frau shrugged.
"There is no good in asking you," both Castor and Labrador sighed, "Hey wait a sec, Teito…Teito…that's it, Teito!"
Frau then found himself being surrounded by his two abnormal friends, staring at him with appreciation to the point that it almost frightened him. Labrador slowly advanced towards the frightened teen and sat facing him. The said teen slowly removed the covers, sensing someone near him. Large emerald eyes peeped through the pearl-white cotton sheet with a questioning look.
"Dear, how about calling you Teito? Do you not like it?"
"Teito." The brunette was relieved that at least this name was not as horrible as the others, though the affair felt like he was witnessing a whole naming-of-my-pet thing but only if he could remember his real name…
"Teito-kun we think you should better go back to sleep. You need complete rest to recover," Castor then turned to face his hyperactive best friend, "That includes you Frau."
They turned to leave with Labrador saying something about bringing some soup over and Castor practically dragging Frau. Just then they heard a whisper, an almost inaudible weak sound but the one that held a certain sense of authority that shouldn't have belonged to the brunette in the bed, and froze in their tracks.
"Why are you helping me?"
The silver moonlight was filtering through the window to the left of the French window, illuminating the emerald eyes sparkling with unhidden scepticism. A very uncomfortable silence adorned the room. Castor loosened the collar of his white full shirt, having found nothing else to do and Labrador gazed at the teen with overpowering sympathy.
"You could have easily left me there to die and no one could have questioned. Why bring me here? You just can't help a complete stranger without a good reason. I don't believe it."
Before Castor or Labrador would have managed to put forward an explanation, Frau turned to look at him, with those calm sapphire eyes. "To believe us or not entirely depends on you." Saying this he left, closely followed by Castor and Labrador, leaving the brunette alone to sort out his own thoughts.
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"Labrador, I believe it'll take some time for Teito-kun to completely recover his memories," Castor stated as the trio walked down the corridor.
"Till then the brat is forced to stay here, he seems pretty suicidal," Frau grumbled.
"Frau, I don't think it's wise to leave him alone, since he might try to run away and in this state it is a dangerous thing to do," the ever caring doctor just couldn't help worrying and kept straining his neck in the general direction of the patient's room.
"I don't think he'll try that. I mean we're at the 4th floor, how foolish that brat might be?"
"You said he's suicidal, didn't you?" Castor shrugged.
Frau sighed. It's possible.
"You guys go on. I'll come later. I kind of have some work to take care of," saying this Frau lightly pushed his friends down the stairs.
"And by that do you mean you are going to guard Teito-kun? You do kn-"
"Of course not Castor. I have more important issues to deal with than babysitting a brat."
"And what are those 'important issues' that needs your special attention, at this hour of the night?"
"None of your business, glasses," Frau snapped.
"Come Castor, I have some work with you." Labrador gave an understanding smile to Frau before he took Castor by arm and dragged him downstairs; the imprisoned russet threatening back to cause him more bodily harm himself, should Frau dare to wander about. Frau watched the disappearing figure of his friends and heaved a sigh, making a note to himself to stop sighing so much. It made him look like an old man.
Broad steps then found themselves heading towards Bastien's room, as slowly and hesitantly as possible. Frau was uttering curses with every step he took, fists clenching and unclenching as he neared his destination. Why should he go? There's no need, Lab said he was fine. Just when he resolved within himself that he would return back to his room, the glittering golden knob caught his attention. And the self-made resolution broke that instant, shattering like pieces of a broken mirror.
He quietly pushed the door that opened into a large room. It was dark; save for the silvery moonlight from the closed French window that lighted a pale face of a man's sleeping form. Raven hair carelessly strewn over the milk-white pillow. Just then a faint sound of footsteps rang throughout the corridor. Frau quickly shut the door just as quietly as he had opened it and retreated back to the shadows. What was I doing? I despise him. He's a murderer!
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The night was cool, cool enough actually, to get one an awful cold. Everything was draped under the silver moonlight as if covered with sparkling fairy dust. Soft creaking of the branches occasionally broke the silence of the night as they swayed in rhythm to the noiseless music of the wind. A pair of amethyst curiously gazed at the pond as still as the moon above, that revealed the two dark figures on the roof of the mansion.
"Labrador, do you think Frau needs to know about this?"
The moonlight revealed a shock of chestnut that belonged to Castor Hausen. His face wore a glum expression and had eyes settled on the lilac haired man who was leaning on the railing.
"We should keep quiet about that the boy is a Raggs, for the time being. For the betterment of both," Labrador replied, his eyes still on the pond, below.
"Did you get another premonition?"
Labrador's body visibly stiffened.
"What is it?" Castor asked the walking oracle, who was currently ignoring him. Irritated that he was still being ignored, Castor shook his shoulder, causing Labrador to look at him, mauve eyes as dead as a corpse.
"Blood."
[1]In German/Dutch klein means little
Dev, I miss you~