Chapter 2
"Senpai, what were you going to ask me this morning?" Fran's voice was was flat as usual, but he blushed remembering Bel's voice from that morning. He faced the floor walking briskly, not wanting Bel to see his reddening face.
"Bel-senpai?" receiving no response from his senpai, Fran turned around. Bel stood planted to the ground a few steps back. Worried, Fran walked back and took Bel's hand in his. "Senpai are you alright?"
Bel's face was turned toward the ground, and his whole body trembled slightly. The warmth from Fran's hand seeped into Bel's and he grabbed it tightly. "I..I can't remember," Bel said, two teardrops glided down his cheek and fell, disappearing onto the cement. "I can't remember my past. There was something important that I forgot, something, that missing, makes me feel incomplete..." It's haunting me and tearing me apart from the inside, a small voice in him screamed.
Bel took a deep breath, tears freely flowed down his face as he continued, "I tried. I tried so hard to pretend everything was alright, that I really did kill my brother like everyone said, but.. I don't remember that at all. I'm so pathetic, how can not even remember if I killed my own brother?..." and that boy, who was that? Trying to hold back a cry of frustration, Bel sucked in a lung full of air, and slowly let it out. The cold air around him froze his breath and it hung in the air for a moment longer.
"Bel, look don't I look like a dragon?" The boy in front of Bel turned around exhaling, the frozen breath masking his face. Bel closed his eyes, trying to ignore the voice.
Fran pulled the trembling prince into warm hug. Bel leaned into it, wrapping his own arms around Fran. At any other time Bel would've stuck knives into the frog, but at the moment, it felt nice to have somebody to lean on, and someone to trust. "Senpai," Fran stroked his back soothingly,"I might be able to help you remember."