Here is the seventh chapter of my very... progressing fic XD

I really hope you aren't in a good mood right now, this chapters really serious, and quite depressing, and it's probably going to ruin your mood, so I'm very sorry if it does :P

So much for all the cute fluffyness :(

And also, this chapter does contain some swearing, and also... there is a bit about spanking, but I just had to add it because at the beggining of the game, the Inn-dude (Who I named Otis XD) was just like "Has the old lady given you a spanking yet?" and as funny as I found this (seeing as I see nearly everything as an innuendo :P) hilarious, but I just thought I should add it in, because the Inn-Dude always seem to say stuff about the Inn-Dudette (Giselle) that made her seem a little violent and agressive here and there. :P

Anyway, I hope you enjoy it! And as always, read, review & enjoy! XP

~FantasyXDayDreamer

Yuri felt anger build up inside him as he watched the blonde boy make his way to the Public Quarter with his father. No goodbye, no "wait, I want to talk to Yuri first!", he just left, without even looking back, did he even remember that Yuri existed, or did he just want to get the hell out of the Lower Quarter, which felt like Flynn's home from day one?

Yuri clenched his fists and gritted his teeth, he knew that was the last he would ever see of Flynn Scifo, he tried, and failed, at holding back the fat tears that were now rolling down his cheeks, into his mouth, and dripping off his chin. He continuously told himself that he was not crying because he was sad, but because he was furious, yes, he was furious.

"You are a liar, Flynn Scifo! Your friendship was a lie! Everything's a lie!" He roared, as he grabbed his wooden sword which was lying by the door, and broke it in half, then into quarters, and by the time he was done, what had once been a gift from someone he once knew, was just a pile of wooden shreds which were now in the bin.

He glared down into the bin, and tears were still rolling down his face. He wanted to scream. He wanted to yell. He wanted to swear at the top of his voice.

"You are a bastard, Flynn! I hate you so much!" He cried out, before he threw himself onto his bed and pressed his face into his pillow and screamed.

…

"Here we are, Flynn." The man said, grinning, as he put the key into the door and slowly turned it.

Flynn watched as he waited in anticipation, his face lit up as he watched his dad swing the door back, and he ran straight in.

"It doesn't look any different!" Flynn exclaimed, laughing, as he ran through each room of the house, starting with the kitchen, the bathroom, the master bedroom, his room, and after a few more rooms, stopped at the living room.

Flynn slowly looked around the living room, he admired the posh tables, couches, rugs and decorative vases.

But one thing that never left the corner of his eye, was the fireplace, and above that fireplace was a horizontal canvas: their family portrait.

He slowly stared at the portrait, admiring the features of a family of three, a young woman, with long, wavy blonde hair which had been tied back into a bun, sparkling silver eyes, ruby lips which were curved into a smile, wearing a pale lilac dress, with silver bows on each end of the sleeve and a white long-sleeved shirt underneath, her right arm was resting on the right shoulder of a little boy, whose hair was still spiky, his sapphire eyes sparkling away, his mouth stretched into a grin, which showed gaps in his teeth, wearing denim dungarees with a white t-shirt, and behind the two, was a young man, with wild light brown hair, deep blue eyes staring straight ahead, and his closed lips had formed into a massive smile, and the stubble around his jaw area had framed his face perfectly.

At first glimpse, this would have looked like an ideal family for anybody, but to Flynn, something was missing, but he couldn't put his finger on it, no matter how hard he thought, he just couldn't remember who, or what, wasn't in the portrait when they should have been.

…

Giselle was closing up the bar for the evening, while talking to her husband, Otis, when their conversation had been interrupted by loud yelling and screaming.

They turned and looked at each other straight away. Yuri. Something was wrong with Yuri.

Otis quickly stopped cleaning the tables, and followed Giselle out of the Inn door, and headed up to Yuri's room.

…

Yuri gripped onto his pillow, his face still pressed into it, even though it was beginning to get absolutely soaked due to his constant tears, and his head was beginning to ache, and he could almost hear the rhythmic banging as the pains started running through it, but on the inside he didn't care.

No pain was stronger than what he was feeling now.

He only wished that he had never met that blonde boy, never made friends with him, never promised him that he would always be his best friend. He should have seen this ending coming.

He felt the pain of his heart being ripped out by that boy, the boy who he considered his friend, his best friend, his blood-brother. His real brother.

But it was a lie.

The sobbing sounds that Yuri was making had suddenly stopped as he heard his door open, he wasn't going to cry, he wasn't going to let anyone know he was crying.

"Yuri?" A voice asked, softly. It was Giselle's.

"I'm fine." Yuri replied in a muffled voice.

"You aren't."

"I am."

Giselle turned to look back at her husband, moving her head slightly to the left, hinting that he should go back to closing up the Inn.

When she watched him leave, she silently closed the door, and walked over to Yuri's bed, before softly sitting upon it as she put a gentle hand on the boys unsettled back, and she started to shush him, as she listened to him softly weep into his pillow.

"What happened?" She asked, almost silently.

"F-Flynn, h-he…"

"What did he do?"

"His d-dad… came back… and he… left me… h-he… didn't say goodbye." The boy said between sobs.

Giselle slowly moved both her hands onto his back and helped him to sit up straight on the bed, before she looked into his eyes and drew him close into a hug, feeling his cold tears fall onto her shoulders.

"Yuri… he was just happy to see his dad."

"H-he's gone back up… to the rich people, with his dad. He didn't even look back… or anything… I'm not going to see him again!"

"I'm sure that would be your reaction if you saw your dad walk through the Lower Quarter, aren't you?"

"No, I don't even know what he looks like, so how could I be happy to see him if I don't know who he is or what he looks like?"

Giselle paused for a minute, as she thought about what he had said, but she didn't reply, she just wrapped her arms around him and let him cry.

…

Flynn woke up one morning, and looked outside, the city was smothered in dark grey clouds, and there was no space for the sun to creep through, and rain was falling heavily against the ground, and the roof of the house, making all the rooms inside echo with the violent pattering sounds.

It had been two and a half years since Flynn had moved in with his dad, and they got on great, his dad came home in the evenings, and they spent most of their time in the garden, playing about with toy swords, or sticks, and they discussed the duties and responsibilities of being a knight.

But recently, his dad told Flynn that he would be on a mission set by the Commandant, Alexei, and would not be home for at least two or three days. This was six days ago, and Flynn waited every night for him to return home, his hopes always lifted when the clock reached around half six, which was the usual time he had returned home, but come seven, he never showed up, and Flynn stopped waiting and tried to kill time.

But, today, he was woken up by an urgent knock on the door, and it wouldn't stop, so Flynn dragged himself out of bed, forced his way downstairs, and after frantically searching for the door key, he found it and slowly opened the door, feeling slightly relieved that the people who were knocking still stood there.

It was two knights, who probably worked with his father.

"Are you Flynn Scifo?" One of them asked.

"I am, yes."

"We… we are here bearing terrible news."

Flynn felt his heart shatter inside, as his lips started to tremble, and tears were brewing in his eyes.

"We are sorry to say this, but… your father was assigned a mission, he didn't follow the orders and he…"

"No! He can't be! He's not! Please tell me he's not!"

"I wish I could…" The knight answered as he dropped his head, "I'm sorry."

Flynn let out a loud wail as he fell to his knees and began to cry hysterically, tears falling down his face as fast as the rain was hitting the ground, he slowly curled himself up into a ball and sobbed uncontrollably.

…

"Yuri! Wake up, you lazy boy!" A loud voice boomed, causing the sleeping teenager to shoot up from a deep sleep.

"Giselle! You don't have to yell so loudly, I'm only over here." He replied, rubbing his eyes with his knuckles.

"We told you that we'd start needing your help around the bar, and you said you'd help, so get to it!"

"Okay, just give me five minutes, and I'll be there."

"You better not go back to sleep."

Yuri curled his lip as she left, and forced himself to stand up.

It had been at least two and a half years since that boy he used to know just disappeared out of the blue, but as soon as Yuri's mood started to improve, Giselle's got worse, it was almost as if she hated seeing him happy, but Yuri knew that wasn't the reason.

But as Giselle got stricter, Otis seemed a lot more friendlier and sympathetic towards Yuri, and had tried his best here and there to try and help Yuri out of awkward situations or arguments with Giselle, which were very common as soon as he reached the age of fourteen.

Yuri sighed as he violently pulled one of his draws out, and threw his clothes around until he found a plain white t-shirt, which was wrinkled up, Yuri quickly held his nose to it.

"Clean enough," he thought to himself before throwing it on, and then started digging for a fresh pair of boxers, followed by an old pair of ripped, black trousers.

Yuri rolled his eyes at these clothes, there was nothing he hated more than wearing hand-me-downs from people around the Lower Quarter.

He quickly slipped on plain black trainers without tying them up, and ran out of his room, being as quick as possible to avoid being scolded by Giselle again.

…

"Yuri! Where have you been?" Giselle yelled, as soon as she watched him walk through the door.

"Getting ready,"

"Just what time do you call this?"

"I thought you could read clocks."

"Don't you dare answer me back!"

"Whatever,"

"Giselle… just leave the poor kid alone, he's barely even awake and you're already yelling at him." Otis said softly.

Giselle just rolled her eyes before throwing a white apron at Yuri's direction, Yuri caught it, then tied it around his waist.

"You're going to trip over those laces." She said in a monotone voice.

"I don't care," He responded, shrugging.

"Don't be like this with our customers, you know what happened last time."

Yuri just nodded, trying to hide the fact that he was cringing at the thought of being spanked by Giselle, to him, it was a punishment that only little kids got, but he was glad that Giselle had at least waited until all their customers had left before lashing out on him.

Yuri had walked over to Otis to discuss things until their first customer of the day had walked in and sat a table, at this, Otis had gently tapped his shoulder, and gestured towards the table. Yuri nodded before heading over to the man, holding a pen and paper in his hand.

Otis watched and laughed as Yuri continuously nodded, and crossed out things he had written on the notepad, before writing something else in their place.

When Yuri returned, his lip was bleeding, which was probably caused by him biting his lip out of frustration, and not trying to yell at the customer.

"Bloody big appetite, not to mention, he couldn't make up his fucking mind!" Yuri exclaimed in a muffled voice.

"Yuri," Otis said, in a warning tone, while holding his hand out for the piece of paper which had the orders on it, "Don't use that language again."

Yuri nodded, as he leaned against the wall casually and waited as the customers orders were being prepared.

"Right, well that's… two stews, three dumplings, four slices of chocolate cake, bowl of spaghetti and six strawberry parfaits, is that right?" Otis asked, as he handed a tray full of food to Yuri.

"Think so, geez! For an old man he doesn't half eat a lot! I mean, seriously, that could feed, like… the whole city or something!"

"Just… get the order to him, you know what Giselle will turn out like if you don't do it ASAP."

"I know…"

Yuri sighed as he set out the many plates of food onto the table that the man was sitting at, and all of them took up most of the space of the small wooden thing.

Just as Yuri turned around to take the tray back to Otis, he noticed a figure of a blonde boy, probably around his age, if not older, and a few inches taller than him.

Yuri curled his nose as he noticed who it was, and it was definitely the last person on earth he would want to talk to.

He couldn't even hold back the anger inside him long enough to take the tray back to Otis, he stormed over to the table with his fists clenched, and by the time he reached him, he struck at him with his right fist.

"What the hell?" The blonde boy exclaimed, as he stood up.

"You know what!"

The blonde quickly kneed the dark haired boy right inbetween his legs, causing him to gasp, and hold onto his manhood quite tightly as he grimaced at the pain.

"Bastard!" He responded, quickly kicking his opponent on the back of his legs causing him to fall onto the floor, bringing Yuri down with him.

At this the two were rolling around on the floor, punching, kneeing, grabbing hair, biting and insulting each other with very strong language, although it hadn't been very long until Otis had gone over to Yuri, grabbed him beneath the armpits and pulling him up off the ground, keeping a firm grip to prevent him pouncing back on the boy who he had been punching only a little while ago.

"What the fuck are you doing here?" Yuri spat, still being held back by Otis.

"I…"

"You know what? I don't care! And neither did you! It was all about your precious little daddy, wasn't it? Was he the one you turned to when you felt like shit? Was he the one that always made you laugh or smile when you were upset? Was he the one who let you stay in his room and share his bed when you had nowhere to go? Was he the one who scarred his fucking hand because he considered you his brother, and loved you like one! So much for being friends forever, so much for being like brothers, and you know what? You can take your dreams about being a knight and shove them right up where the sun doesn't shine because right now, I couldn't care less!" Yuri yelled, still violently fighting against Otis's firm grip, "Let me go, Otis!"

By the time one of Yuri's arms slipped out of his grip, he quickly made a run for the door, avoiding any more confrontations or arguments, because at this moment, he just wanted to be alone, to be a child again, and to just cry the pain away.

Looks like there's been another Great War.. T^T

I just thought I would have to add some drama into this, and I also observe Flynn and Yuri's relationships, whether it's in clips of the game, or of the film, it's all got to lead somewhere, and what's a story written by me if it's not got any depressingness in it? :P

Anyway, pleeease review! Cause I like reviews, and they also inspire me! :3

Hope you've enjoyed this fic so far!

And I'll be back with another update really, really soon! (And I mean really soon!)

~FantasyXDayDreamer