This FanFiction does take place during the actual twokinds comic. I will add some stuff in that doesn't affect the real comic. All characters from twokinds is owned by Thomas Fischbach. Keidran language will be italicized. 'Bryan's thoughts will be like this'
I was surprised. I didn't think she'd want to go talk to me.
"Thank you for saving me."
I was blushing so much at that moment. A girl had never talk to me and looked me in the eyes. Normally girls wouldn't talk to me.
"Yeah, you're welcome. What's your name?"
She seemed to be shocked when I asked that question. She even blushed.
"My name Fauna, What is yours?"
She said this with a cute smile, I couldn't help but smile as well. She was beautiful. Beautiful blue eyes and long hair. She wore old clothes, they look as if they were made a long time ago.
"My name is Bryan, nice to meet you."
We stood there smiling at each other. Then Arthur opens the door and broke the ice.
"Ah! There you are my boy. It's been a while! You been out for 3 days, glad to have you back."
Arthur seemed happy to talk to me. Normally he'd scoff or talk very little to me. He noticed me and Fauna staring at each other.
"Looks like you've meet our new worker. If it weren't for the damn truce she'd be a slave, but now we have to pay her! Such a damn waste of money!"
Fauna seemed to be very affected by his words. She looked down, she seemed sad or ashamed.
"Now, I know you were severely injured in the fight, so I'll let you rest for two more days, then you'll start working with Caine. Now come in."
I went inside the house along with Fauna. I went straight to my room. I took off my shoes and socks, more comfortable. I closed the door behind me, after the days I had, I just wanted to be alone. I still couldn't believe that I was out for 3 days. I noticed I was thin, severely thin, I hadn't eaten for those 3 days.
Somebody knocked on the door. They opened the door, it was Arthur.
"My boy, you look famished, please eat something. Fauna! Get him something to eat right now!"
He then left the room. A minute Fauna entered with a tray with food and put it on my nightstand. A large steak and baked potato with bread. This mesmerized me. I instantly grabbed the fork and knife and went all in. Half way through steak I noticed how thin Fauna was, she stared at the steak, her stomach rumbled. I felt bad for her.
"Are you hungry? Do you want some?"
"No thank. I couldn't take any."
"When was the last time you ate?"
"Yesterday, I had half a fish."
Half a fish! Arthur was still treating her like a slave! I couldn't let her just starve.
"Nonsense! I can't let you starve. You can have the rest of my steak, I'll eat the rest."
"Are you being serious?"
"Yes."
She then grabbed the steak and immediately devoured the whole thing. She must've been starving badly. I decided to try to get to know her better. I noticed she had scars on her arm, this worried me.
"What's your story? Why do you 'work' here?"
"I was born into slavery, I was taken from my mother. I miss her dearly. I was sold many times, but eventually Arthur bought me."
"Why were there when the battle happened? And how did you get those scars?"
"I was getting supplies for Caine, I was caught in the middle of the battle. And these scars are from.."
Her eyes started to get watery. Her lips quivered. Talking about these memories must be painful for her. I didn't want her to go on.
"You know, you don't have to tell me if you don't want t-."
"I once wore a control color… eventually it wore off and I tried running away." Tears ran from her eyes. "But Caine recaptured me and brought me back. I pleaded and begged for them not to put the collar on. Arthur agreed not to, but he beat me and whipped me badly. I needed two weeks to recover." She burst out crying.
I felt felt like absolute shit at that moment. I hugged her tightly to comfort her. He was shocked, she never thought a human could give her comfort. At first she was tense but she leaned against me and embraced my hug.
I decided that if she told me about her pain, I'd tell her mine.
"Truth be told, I'm not from done far lands. As hard as it is to believe, I'm from another world. Where I'm from humans are the only race, kinda. Slavery has been banned for 200 years. I somehow appeared in this world."
This got her attention. She wiped her tears and was interested.
"We don't have magic, where I'm from magic is fake. We rely on our technology. Our technology is far superior than this world's, we accomplished many things."
"What does does it look like where you live?" She asked
"We live in a suburban area, there's more nature than there is modern buildings. I always wanted to live in cities where towers made of metal and concrete. But my family is poor."
"Did you have family?"
"Yes." My hands started shaking.
"What were their names?"
"My mom and dad were Marcos and Maria Gonzalez, I loved them, I miss them. I had a baby sister, loved them. But My older, I have nothing but hatred for him." I clenched my fists.
"Why do you say such a thing?"
"My brother never loved me. He beat me, mocked me, manipulated me, humiliated me. But things got worse when my parents died. He treated me like absolute shit. Not to mention that I was a complete loser at school, nobody gave a damn about me."
I rolled up my jacket sleeve and showed her my scars.
"I never could put up with it. So I cut myself everyday."
She grabbed my arm and looked at my scars. She sat next to me on my bed. I was blushing and was nervous sitting next to a girl.
She got up and took the tray. Before leaving the room she looked at me and said-
"Thank you for arriving hear."
Then she got close to my face. She pressed her hands on my face. Then she kissed me! Our lips met. This was my first ever kiss. She pulled back.
We were both blushing. She smiled and walked out the door.
Living here won't be that bad. It just got even better.
Hey! It's me, the author. Sorry that the last chapter felt rushed. From now on, the chapters will be released a bit longer. I still want to keep writing, but I'll take longer. If I haven't posted in a while, it's because I'm late or working on a different fanfic. I will still keep on writing for this story.