Chapter 3
Fran stood in front of the table mixing many different herbs and ingredients together. "Bel-senpai, do you not remember anything about your brother?"
Tsk, blunt as usual, Bel thought, but he hated people who didn't get to the point anyways. "No, I remember him, I know who he is. I don't remember him ever being around me, no fights, nothing." No hatred either.
"Hm," Fran handed Bel the completed potion, "Drink, and lie down."
~i~~i~
Bel closed his eyes, he felt his surroundings disappear, and then a familiar scene revealed itself. At first it was somewhat foggy, he felt as though he was looking at the scene through a veil of mist. But the smoky haze burned away as he recognized his brother's room.
~Ahh.. Siel's room...~ Bel stood looking at his surroundings in the familiar room, he blushed as he saw a younger version of himself kissing his brother on the bed. HIM kissing his brother? No way. Didn't they hate each other? Questions swirled in his mind, but despite everything he couldn't ignore the tad of jealousy that rose in his chest watching the two kiss..for a moment he wished he was the one kissing his brother.
Bel shook his head what was he thinking! Concentrate.
Fran's voice sounded in Bel's mind, "Senpai, only observe be careful not to be dragged into the memory...You'll be stuck in there if you are.."
Bel sighed and watched as the two kissed. Siel was on top of the younger him, leaning into him, and kissing him passionately. He could see the young Bel was enjoying it, his face was a light pink and he had his eyes closed. The two boys' hands were intertwined together. Somewhere in the back of his mind, Bel thought that Fran might've made a mistake and this was not his memory, but it did have a sense of familiarity to it.
A knock at the door interrupted the silence in the room and the young twins' kiss. Siel suddenly stood up, and the younger Bel fixed his hair.
"Come in," Siel said, giving his crown one last adjustment.
"Prince Rasiel. The king and queen wish to speak to you," an old wrinkly maid said, bowing to a teenage Siel.
"Tsk, tell them I am busy," he waved the maid away.
Ahh.. This.. I have a feeling this happened.. But he couldn't remember what exactly. It did confirm that the scene was indeed his memory though.
"Prince Siel it's very important," the maid said nervously rubbing her hands together.
"Well, I'm really busy," replied Siel in an annoyed voice. He pointedly walked over to Bel and kissed him on the lips so the maid would leave. But she stood there firmly.
Siel deepened the kiss, he could feel his brother's tongue trying to fight his off, but he won, he always did. He explored Bel's mouth, expertly twirling around the tongue and sucking gently on his lips causing his twin to moan. Surely the maid could see that he was indeed busy now.
His eyes caught a glimpse of the maid without breaking the passionate kiss. She did not move, not even an inch. Siel sighed inwardly, and slowly broke apart from Bel. He stood up and Bel's lips formed a pout, begging for just a bit more.
Siel looked at his brother's pouted lips and ruffled his hair. "I'll be back," he whispered, and left the room with the maid.
~i~~i~
The older Bel watched his brother's back as he left. His chest clenched achingly, he felt an ominous shadow cross over his heart, something was terribly wrong.
~i~~i~
Siel followed the maid along the great hallways, lined with red carpet, gold paint, and high ceilings. Behind them a young Bel crept, smushed against the walls and jumping behind potted plants like a ninja. Following young Bel was the older one, openly walking in the hallway, not that anyone could see him anyways.
The maid walked until they reached a great big dining hall, she and Siel entered, and the double doors slammed behind them.
Both Bels pressed their ears to the closed doors of the room, one on each side. The room was quiet allowing, Bel to hear everything that was said.
"Rasiel, you are to inherit the throne," he heard his father say.
"Rasiel, you and Belphegor are both phenomenal at everything you two do. But you surpass your brother in everything. The throne will be yours." his mother added.
"Father, mother, I've told you, I don't want to be a king. I don't want to be trapped in the castle, I want to see the world," Siel said.
"DON'T BE FOOLISH," the kings voice boomed. A loud crash sounded in the room. "YOU were born into the royal bloodline, what you WANT doesn't matter. Your country will come first." He stated the last sentence sharply.
The door the older Bel leaned on was forcefully opened, knocking him into the younger Bel. Rasiel stepped out of the room, his left cheek red and his lip bleeding. He glanced at Bel, for a moment hatred and jealousy crossed his eyes, then he ran off.
"RASIEL, COME BACK HERE. WE ARE NOT DONE TALKING," the Queen's voice echoed after Siel.