Chapter 4
Hello everyone! I'm just going to respond to an anonymous review:
somedude: Thanks so much for reading, I'm glad you like it! And yeah, I loooove Doug/Dylas myself. Eeee! SO CUTE... Okay now I sound like one of those fangirls from Ouran High School Host Club... -_-'
Also I made up the formula on the spot. You can try it but I doubt it'll work.
I do not own RF4.
It had been one month in real life since the Christmas incident. Dylas and Doug still hadn't made up, and it was starting to concern me. I told my mom that if they didn't make up soon, I'd probably have to live in the game until they did. She said that would be fine, as long as I came out for the holidays.
Vanessa wasn't much help. She's not homophobic, but gays make her uncomfortable. If I tried to bring up the issue, she'd only change the subject.
It was up to me.
I knew Dylas blamed me. He wasn't acting any different, aside from being really distant with everyone, but hiding one's feelings for another for as long as he did would pretty much make him a master at hiding things. Even I couldn't decipher his motions. However...
That certainly didn't change the fact that it was my fault. I told him to confess. I don't know, maybe my fangirl instincts kicked in. But I usually have more logic, I swear! I had even developed a formula for figuring out if your crush likes you back!
I mean, it isn't TESTED, but the basic math is pretty sound.
I sat at my desk, running through the numbers in my head over and over.
Just yesterday I asked Dylas exactly WHEN he fell for Doug. That was the final piece to the puzzle, and this... Wasn't adding up...
You see, the formula is Realization Time (rounded down) plus Amount of Affection squared. Subtract Number of Unpleasant Encounters, and double the result, then convert it to a percentage.
And, according to my findings...
RT = 14 days (336 hours) after meeting for the first time
AoA = 983 (on a scale of 1 to 1,000)
NoUE = 52 per year (156 total, rough estimate)
300 + 983 - 156 x 2 = 971 = 971% chance of returned feelings
Okay, clearly this is flawed. But as I'd told everyone that knew of the formula, the closer you are to 1,000%, the better your chances are. And according to my calculations, Doug should have accepted Dylas's feelings! Instead he's locked himself in his room. Even Blossom only sees him once a day when he eats.
Regardless, I ripped the page out. Time to test my formula.
I stormed into the General Store. I could already hear Doug up in his room, crying his eyes out. I ran up the stairs and knocked on the door.
It took a little bit of time, but eventually Doug cracked open the door.
"What is it?" he asked, his voice clearly showing that he'd been sobbing non-stop.
"I have something to show you"
I handed him the paper, and he took it and read it silently.
"What is this?"
"It's a formula. According to the math, you should have accepted Dylas's feelings"
Doug was silent.
"Why didn't you tell the truth?" I demanded, giving him a fierce glare to show that he had better be honest with ME.
"I... I don't know. I thought that he was kidding. I thought he made it up..."
"Why would he lie about that?"
Silent.
"Look, Dylas may not show it, but he's heartbroken. I came here one day, and... I caught him trying to cut himself"
Doug's eyes went wide when I said that. I winced as I recalled that day.
"Are you serious? He... tried to..."
"Yes. Thankfully I got him before he actually did it, but pretty much everyone in town is watching him really close. We can all see how miserable he is"
Doug stared at me, silent tears running down his cheeks, dripping on the floor and his clothes.
"But what if it doesn't work out? What if we end up not being..."
"Soulmates?"
He nodded.
"I can't guarantee that you're soulmates. Heck, I don't know if you've MET your soulmate. But if you don't do something, if you don't act on these feelings, I know you'll regret it"
Doug bit his lip.
"Will he forgive me?"
"Only one way to find out"
Doug and I ran to the restaurant. When we made it to the door, Doug looked nervously at me one more time before heading inside. I decided to stay out, and give them some privacy...
But I may have peeked in the window.
(*Third Person*)
Doug quickly spotted Dylas in the kitchen. He went over to stand next to him, watching.
"What're you making?" he asked nervously.
Dylas's head shot up at the sound of Doug's familiar voice, and as he found himself looking into Doug's eyes, he found that he simply couldn't breathe.
"Uh... Just some stew..."
"Cool"
An awkward silence fell, and Doug cleared his throat.
"Um... So... How ya been?"
He could have gladly punched himself in the face at that point.
Dylas dropped the ingredients, and turned to face Doug with a menacing glare.
"Really?! You reject my love, completely shut yourself off, show up randomly, and all you can ask is how I've been?!"
Doug stayed silent, his eyes wide.
"Well, I'll TELL YOU how I've been, dumbass!"
Dylas grabbed Doug by the shoulders, and picked him up so they were eye-level.
"I have been SUFFERING. I have been HEARTBROKEN. Dammit if everyone ELSE didn't care then I'd have killed myself by now!"
"Dylas, I-"
"NO! Just be quiet!"
Doug obeyed, staring at Dylas with wide, frightened eyes.
Suddenly, Dylas leaned forward so fast, Doug almost didn't realize he had done it until their lips met in a forceful, passionate kiss. Doug froze, unsure of what he should do. Eventually though, he started to tentatively kiss back. That was all it took before Dylas forced his tongue into Doug's mouth, exploring every inch before going into a battle with Doug's tongue. Unconsciously, Doug moved his hands, tangling them in Dylas's hair.
Soon, Dylas pulled away, red-faced and breathing heavy. He stared at Doug with half-lidded eyes.
"I-I love you, Dylas"
Those sudden words from Doug's mouth stunned Dylas. He stared blankly at the dwarf, whose eyes were starting to water.
"I really, really love you. I'm sorry I couldn't tell you before"
Doug lost it, burying his head into Dylas's shoulder, as Dylas held him there, letting him cry.
(*Tracy*)
My eyes were wide as saucers as I witnessed the kiss. Although I couldn't hear what they were saying, I hoped that this meant that they were together.