Chapter 4: The Confession

"Who's there?" Laharl asked with an aggressive voice "I have enough problems already, I don't need another."

"How rude," said a voice with a very distinctive accent, "How could you forget moi, the Dark Adonis?"

"Mid-Boss?"

"Bonjour, I see that you are well," he began, "What would one like you be doing in a cave all the way out here?"

"That's none of your business," Laharl stated sternly, "Now get out of here, I don't want to deal with you right now."

"Protecting the young Mademoiselle I see," Mid-Boss remarked.

"Protecting…w-why would you think that?"

"You are here with her; the Overlord's Castle was attacked by angels and you are acting very defensive."

Laharl was getting very confused, how did Mid-Boss of all people know about the angels attacking the castle? Were they still there, waiting for him to come back? These were all important questions, but he had no time to think about them, Mid-Boss was the problem. Not a big or dangerous problem, but a problem nonetheless.

"I see you are lost in thought," Mid-Boss continued, "you wonder how I know all of this?"

Laharl was even more shocked, it's as if he was being watched and everything was being manipulated by some kind of god trying to get him to do something.

"That's right, how do you know all of this?"

"Tsk, tsk, tsk," Mid-Boss snarked, "Did you not forget that we are demons, spreading rumors is just one thing that we do."

Laharl didn't know what to say, he wasn't shocked that the information had spread, that was to be expected. What he was shocked about was that everything that was happening, every person he spoke to and every nuisance he dealt with; it all seemed like it was planned from the start.

"Tell me, son of Krichevskoy," Mid-Boss suddenly began, "Could it be that you are in love with the Fallen Angel?"

Laharl immediately gasped. "What?" He thought to himself, "Why would he ask that?"

"Answer the question, do you love the mademoiselle?" Mid-Boss sternly asked.

"Why should I tell you, that's none of your business."

"If you won't answer me," Mid-Boss stated, "maybe you'll answer her." Mid-Boss then stepped aside, with his arms in the direction of where he was once standing.

Laharl couldn't believe what he was seeing, it couldn't be.

"M-M-Mother?"

He thought his eyes were being deceived, that someone was casting an illusion, but who could? Laharl didn't know of anyone in the Netherworld who could cast an illusion that would get to him this much, then the thought hit him.

"Am I…dreaming?" He asked in his head.

"la..har…l…" began a weak voice behind him, "wh…what's going on?" It was Flonne, she opened her eyes again, and was looking right at him.

"Flonne…I…" Laharl tried to say something but quickly cut himself off.

"Laharl, are you in love with her?" He couldn't ignore what his mother was saying, but he did his best to try and drown her out. "It's okay Laharl, it isn't a problem to love another. If you're the Overlord, why should you care if others have a problem with you being in love?"

Laharl felt his eyes getting wet, his chest began to feel heavy and his eyes kept darting to and from Flonne.

"Tell me Laharl," she said in a sweet voice, "Do you love her?"

"I…I…I…" He struggled to say anything.

"You can tell me Laharl," she said, "There's no reason to hide it anymore. I just want to know, do you love her?"

"Y-Y-Y…Yes." He muttered with his last bit of reluctance fading, "I…do." That was it, he broke; he could no longer deny his affection and care for the one he always called Love Freak. All of the energy he had used to shut his feelings away dissipated, it was over. He got up, tears dripping from his eyes, walking slowly over to Flonne.

"Laharl," Flonne said in a slightly stronger voice, "I…I don't know what to…" she didn't get to finish her sentence.

"Flonne," Laharl said, lifting Flonne up by her shoulders, "Just shut up!" Their lips came in contact with each other as they just sat there, lost in the overwhelming feelings that this kiss made them feel. The separation between them was no longer there, they were free to savor every moment they could get out of it; but soon Laharl pulled himself away from her, his face completely red with embarrassment.

"Laharl," Flonne said with shock, "You really…"

"There! I said it!" He said in a raised voice, "Are you happy now? You damn Love Freak!?"

Flonne smiled, "Yes, I'm very happy." She just closed her eyes again and gave a weak smile, going back to sleep to gather back her remaining energy. "Well..." she thought to herself, "he still hasn't gotten any less stubborn. And with that, she fell back asleep, happy Laharl loves her with the same passion she loves him.


Author Notes: Well, chapter 4 done, I have plans for one more chapter to close off this story, after that I'll see what I want to write next.

As always, reviews are greatly appreciated.