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-Sirena's POV-

A rose.
Red and what everyone expects to be amazing and beautiful. A perfect flower to view. But people forget that while they're viewing that beauty that they think they've grown, they don't notice that it has sharp thorns.

Well at least not until they prick a finger on one.

The flower and black blood are a metaphor some find personal. Because thorns stand out more than petals sometimes.

That's how his story felt.

A rose with thorns for petals.

Was he a bad person? Even in his depths of broken madness, barely able to concieve the image of the actual world around him, let alone the blinding horror of what had just happened to him. The searing memories of him being laid out and pinned on the ground while- No. Oh god no. It just hurt to much. The fire between his eyes screamed, just like he had done for nearly half an hour before his vocal chords had gone out. He had felt hands roam over his face trying to soothe him, whispers of that strange formed words, even in his black broken state of almost seeming blind. But the touches had only just enforced the memories and made him cough violently, nearly bringing up blood from the strain to his voice and throat.

But now. Now the madness had taken him back to a world. Back to the image which felt like his world had become.

Not a sound stirred except the faint dripping and fall of rain across the windows outside hitting the window pane of his his room. The moon was now hidden behind a blanket of dark clouds while the wind battered against his numbing bones.

From the illumination of a flickering and dying candle a bolt of lightning lit the room alight in shadows.

The faint light caught a sparkle in mid drip as a tear fell from a pale cheek to the rouge quilt beneath the huddled boy.

He had his arms wrapped tightly around a small blue teddy bear, staring down at the blanket beneath them through tear filled eyes in the darkness. His hair fell covering their right eye but the light was just small enough to illuminate the fierce gold eyes as they blinked free another tear from their lashes.

Pulling the bear closer to himself the boy let no sob sound from him, but only tossed away the mask he had been wearing for the sake of others as he pushed himself onto the floor, watching the candle flicker from under his moonlight and shadow soaked hair.

His eye momentarily cast itself upon old images of smiles, of memories real or not. He was unsure. But even in his thin frame he pushed himself into the corner of the room, keeping only the small blue bear with him as the rain smashed through the open window.

The boy could only feel his vision swarm before him as the cold crept colder through his arms, his leg, through his face. The winter so intense that it left him empty. His chest heaved though he bit back all sounds of what was truly going through him. He had to. He couldn't let them see.

The lightning flashed a final time with a roar of thunder and a limp hand fell at a corpse like still side while a pale face turned up towards the storm clouds, hoping to almost see one sliver of light in the otherwise black world outside.

But the only sparkle of light came from a falling tear as the wind blew out the candle resting nearby.

His breath hitched and he could no longer take it as the built sob came out in a broken cry, his head falling down to his knee as his bear became tied tighter in his arms. The shuddering of his body the only feeling he had left that he was alive anymore. The bitter sting of winter the only sensation that he was still awake.

The shadows pulling him down to their depths, deeper and deeper.

He guessed now he knew why drowning was the worst death.

-Wolfram's POV-

It's okay, honestly, chose one. Wolfram's finger gently glided on the outside of Sirena's palm but the boy didn't raise his gaze but only kept it lowered. The boy's hood was pulled high keeping his face shadowed and hidden from sight. His fingers gloved and every ounce of his skin was covered. All the hard work that he had put in to working with Sirena. To showing the boy that even with the aid of the Siren flower, that he could see something of the world!

Wolfram knew that Sirena was certainly in no place right now to be out. The poor boy looked ready to collapse at any minute. His lightly new bronzed skin was pale as though the boy had seen a ghost, which effectively he had. He had seen the ghost of something which he had longed to try and put out of his memory. Wolfram didn't need to be Sirena to know that. He could see the feared longing in his eyes. The absolute merciless fear which seemed never to end but now only glow like a fire.

Now still they stood among the busy market. A guard at each passage and alley way of the square. No one got in or out without the complete attention of Wolfram or his men. No one came within touching distance of his Sirena! No one would lay a hand on him. Not as long as Wolfram took breathes! Not as long as there was a fire burning inside of him.

But for all that fire inside of him, he looked over to the falling tears which looked like crystal, sparkling in the dim growing storm light as the sun was cast behind a black canvas of clouds. Sirena? Wolfram reached out and gently stroked the center of the other boy's palm, watching with worry as Sirena simply lowered his gaze even further, hiding his face into the back of the cloak. He could feel something in his stomach twist as he looked at the smaller boy. Something felt wrong. Very wrong. It was like something was charging through the air suddenly. Like a shot of adrenaline had been introduce into the wind-

The wind.

More and more people had begun to turn around and notice it themselves. Various people had begun to frown or just shake it off as unpredictable bad weather. "Hear the news about earlier?" The merchant in front of them suddenly piped up, looking rather nervous as he gazed up towards the growing winds which battered against people now, growing stronger by the passing minutes. People had begun to stagger and fall away, some having to lean against the square of cobblestone walls around them for support.

Wolfram flashed the man a fierce glare to shut up as he suddenly had his attention pulled back. "They say that the guards caught some low life trying to rape someone earlier." The man stated, not noticing Wolfram's glare.
"Shut up." Wolfram snapped, but his voice was lost against a sudden roar of wind which battered his golden locks back, making him turn away slightly and shield his face.

But the merchant only carried on, not taking an interest at all in Wolfram's warning but only thinking he was dealing with another couple of gossiping townies. "What had been his name?" The merchant wondered, not hearing still Wolfram's bark for him to shut up but pondering only the words which he wanted to hear. "I think it was... Cerberus?"

Now Wolfram himself was growing more worried as the door behind them leading to a tavern smashed shut with an almighty crash. The hinges holding it in place looked ready to give way.

A few shop keepers called out as the canvases of their market roofs began to batter violently in the wind. With loud crashes and a few screams, the various tables flipped and stalls began to crunch and crash loudly, falling to pieces. It was like the very strong material they were made of, had become as frail as paper! They fell slashed to pieces, becoming flying debris as the violent twist in Wolfram's stomach only grew.

The clouds above were lashes with a storm though as the rain came heaving down Wolfram had to cover his face. The fierce force of the falling rain of the storm and what ever this violent wind was, combined it made a sure painful feeling, like being hit by a punch square in the face! Like the very air in Wolfram's lungs were being pulled out from him.

"Sirena!" He called out, turning his gaze just in time as the silver and black haired boy snapped his head around with a glare that sent chills down Wolfram's spine.

The boy's eyes radiated nearly, like they were torches of gold under the hood of shadows, while the boy's black pupil seemed to be stretching and thinning like that of a snake in the blistering and molten colour of his orbs.

"Sirena." Wolfram whispered, only just as he was blasted back violently by the wind and the villagers went screaming. Some were throw by the violent wind against the buildings. The guards Wolfram had brought with him ran about wildly, trying to get people into buildings and away from the chaos of this... this forming tornado which seemed to be radiating all around the broken boy.

The black cloak around the boy's shoulders fluttered like the pair of ink wings on his back. The boy's thin figure was revealed as his thin sleeveless shirt clamped to his figure, showing the malnourished shape. Arms which had once been smooth and beautiful now slowly raised as the almost hypnotized like boy was revealed with his bountiful scars of self inflicted wounds.

Not as though many of the villagers were still around to see it.

Wolfram staggered back, trying hard to push against the violent wind but could only watch as the unhinged control of the boy and his elemental power seemed to burst free wildly around the small clearing of the area.

Sirena stood, so dark and solitary, eyes fixated like orbs of a true demon. The snake like pupil a slit of darkness against the almost radiating light of the molten gold colour behind them. His palms were turned up while the gloves around his fingers tore away. His fingers flexed like claws as he slowly raised his hands, his light feet leaving touch of the ground as the boy seemed to rise into the air.

But only as the rage seemed to glow through those eyes Wolfram grabbed hold of the boy's wrist, making Sirena's head snap back around to glare down at him with vicious orbs. Still as ever they were unfocused. Like he was seeing through a dream. A nightmare.

Wolfram just stared back, for the first time with the same sad eyes that he had long since tried to mask. He was tired. Tired of seeing so much pain. He was tired of seeing others struggle and him be able to do nothing. For all that he had ever pushed himself to do. For everything that he had always fought for in his life. He felt right now like had done with his long since forgotten love.

Pulling gently on Sirena's weak arm, he pulled the boy closed to him, holding him in an embrace of comfort. Closing his sad eyes as he could do nothing more than just listen to the violent wind howl and cry out as it dispersed around them.

For a minute it felt like there was nothing else in the world but them both.

It felt like there was nothing else but Sirena in his arms. The feeling of tears splashing against Wolfram's neck while the pupil of Sirena's eyes returned to normal and the boy slumped forward exhausted. His cloak was soft beneath Wolfram's chin as the emerald eyed blond just kept his eyes closed, listening to the soft breathing of Sirena. Listening to the boy whimper and sob softly in his sleep. His crystal clear tears were marked and blurred with the down pour of rain around them.

Wolfram's hair fell flat across his brow as he stared up to the sky above them from beneath his blond locks. No one could see the pained distant expression which he wore as one name seemed to for a moment flash through his mind. Yuri. It was as strong as a blast of the Siren flower which now shed it petals down the front of Sirena's shirt.

Then eventually he felt Sirena's arms wrap around his neck as Wolfram lifted him bridal style and rested their foreheads together. "Come on you." He said gently, his eyes exhausted as he stared down a the pale and tired face of Sirena. Yuri's face flashed through his memory one more time as Wolfram thought about the first time that he had seen the boy use his power. There had been a storm like this the first time that Yuri had used his powers too. But this had only been coincidence. Sirena seemed to have the power of a unrestrained typhoon wind. Power like that was impressive, but now there were indeed questions. What had happened to the other boy's eyes? How had Sirena summoned up such a fierce amount of power?

But for all the questions, only one thing remained in Wolfram's mind as he pulled the boy closer to his chest, staring down at the hairs width between their faces as he kept their foreheads touching lightly. His stomach a flutter and storm of knots though he didn't understand why. His normal harsh approach was forgotten, leaving something behind which he didn't quite recognize but had come to accept whenever it concerned Sirena.

"Let's get you home." He said gently, staring a bit longer at Sirena's sad sleeping face before he gave the signal to the guards and turned his back on the village, carrying the boy with a shield stance that told all as he walked by: No one, will ever harm him, without suffering my wrath.

-Back in the castle-

"YOU CANNOT BE SERIOUS!" Wolfram roared as his blistering glare cascaded through the room at not only his brothers but as his mother too. His loyal men trembled slightly in the four corners of the small meeting room which they had taken up. The black storm clouds outside had remained and seemed in no rush to go, but actions had been taken quickly after the incident in the village. "YOU ARE MAD! ABSOLUTELY MAD!"
"Wolfram. Shut up." The eldest brother snapped from the head of the table.

He was dressed in respectable uniform which he had washed after the earlier events in the market, but now it seemed that his formal attire was not enough. He had been put out an outfit by his mother which could have only meant one thing. Which was why right now he was glaring with ferocity around the table at his eldest brother though he was ready to back down.

Gwendal sat there as regal as ever. Strong in pose and cold in his eyes. His hair tidy and kept neat as always, but still Wolfram glared and gritted his teeth, however the eldest brother present, simply continued. "We need to distract the villagers after what has just happened." He continued as he had done. "We have closed the village and town borders, saying that another storm is likely to approach so for everyone to take shelter. It was the easiest way to stop word spreading of this afternoons events." He looked up slowly with his own dark glare which made Wolfram flinch back.

Gwendal however was certainly far from finished. "After catching word of this afternoons events, it is decided that Sirena will not be leaving the castle grounds any longer!"
"You can't do that to him! It will drive him mad-"
"He's already in an unfit mental state!" Gwendal snapped back. "If it is such an importance to you little brother then you will take charge of being the one to look after him. But after today's events, I have to judge whether you're capable of that!"
"You dare try and give him to someone else." Wolfram snarled, finding his fire once again as he leaned forward on the table. His teeth gritted but he himself unaware of the words which had actually just left his mouth.

Conrart who had been to the side for most of the conversation with his mother, studying Wolfram had to subdue his smile. "It is already obvious. Sirena only responds to the presence of Wolfram." He stated softly, leaning forward and lacing his fingers as he was still pondering on the version of the story which he had heard about the village.

About the sudden and explosive change not in just the weather.

But the story now of the boy with the pupil in his eyes of a serpent.

Conrart relaxed slightly and gave his signature smile to his brothers. "To take Sirena away from Wolfram would be foolish. We must focus on our plan for tonight and make sure that it goes off without a hitch. Distracting the villagers was the first stage, stopping word getting out of Sirena from the outer towns. But now, we must distract the nobility of the town as well." Conrart nodded.
"But with a Ball. After what has gone on today!" Wolfram barked. "After everything-"
"That you nearly allowed to happen because you let a spy slip into your guards." Gwendal snapped, this time making Wolfram visibly flinch and lower his head. "You will go and ready yourself for later Wolfram. That is an order." Gwendal growled and watched the blonde boy leave with a vicious glare.
"Was there really that much of a need to be so harsh on him." Their mother asked softly as she absentmindedly ran her fingers through her lengthy golden hair.
"Word from the front?" Gwendal asked, openly disregarding their mother's question.
"No change. It seems Lazarus still tails our spies... but the distance between them is growing longer and Lazarus himself seems hesitant to cross any borders." Conrart said quietly, his thoughtful expression returning to him and his smile being wiped away. "We only know now is that he seems to have spies in the city."
"And his definite target is Sirena." Their mother agreed, taking a small sniff of a Siren flower.
"And the question has to be." Conrart said quietly. "Why."

Wolfram glared at the ground from outside of the doors where he had taken up a spot in the shadows. His gaze could have pierced the very ground as the boy seethed. A good question. He thought as with a momentary flash of angry flames from his shoulders, he turned and walked off quietly through the shadows.

-Later that night-

"You're kidding me." He growled as he stared around at the various people all dancing and smiling as they strode across the great floor of the hall, dancing under great chandeliers while the walls sparkled like pearls in golden bricks. The great glass windows showed outside to the broken storm clouds where behind the fierce black ink tint of the sky, a shroud of purple and blue shone with speckles of diamond stars.

Women were dressed up in great masks of silver and gold, of ivory and of various colors. Their dresses varying from velvet and silk to flowing trains of beauty. Though wolfram had no eye for any of the dresses or for those who wore them. His gaze only watched as they swept across the marble floor and danced, smiling like the world was brilliant and everything in it was perfect.

Doted, smitten wimps! He thought with a foul glare, folding his arms and leaning back against the wall of the doorway he had come through. A great orchestra played their music nearby and filled the air with the tone set for a slow dance or for once with a slight kick to it.

Hewas still dressed in his navy blue uniform and had everything placed correctly as he always did. He was a soldier. It was about time that he started to remember that. It was what made him different than all of these wimps swanning about like they were having the greatest time of their lives. It's what made him different from those who stood out on the balcony over looking the sea, staring up at the sky... it was what made him different because they had someone- NO! It made him different because he was stronger than all of that! He was so much better! He was stronger! He was more focused!
"Well Wolfram, you seem to be in quite a happy mood tonight."

The blond turned with a dark glare up to Conrart who stood with a gentle smile and sparkle in his dark eyes as always. Just like Wolfram he was wearing his own uniform and gazing out along the mass of people who had come to attend the sudden festivity. "I'm not here to have fun." Wolfram snapped in response but just earned Conrart's smile.
"Well at least the plan to distract the nobles worked." Conrart nodded, himself earning now a eye roll from Wolfram.

The two stood in a silence for a long time after that. Wolfram's eyes traced out a lot of the dancers, watching as they huddled close together, some of them having their heads resting against their partners, or even just gazing into each other's eyes with love. Their hands always held... always together.

Not split apart.

"Wolfram?" Conrart asked softly making his younger brother flinch as he reigned in his poker face and gave out a burning glare from what he hadn't realized was his sad and nostalgic expression. "Why don't you just go and ask someone if they would like to dance." Conrart carried on. Keeping his voice as gentle as he, just like he had done when he had talked to Sirena.

But Wolfram just gave out a glare like he was about to commit murder. "Why don't you just go and jump off a cliff!" He snarled, turning around with a sudden snarl, his eyes ablaze with fury. "Just because you, Gwendal and mother organised this, doesn't mean that I will ever, EVER, take part in it!" He snarled again viciously. "I will never, ever, asked anyone of these idiots or ever say in this stupid hall-"

He paused as suddenly the door opened behind him and his mouth nearly fell open.

Sirena stood there, with wide eyes taking in the hall around him, but Wolfram was staring at what the boy was wearing more than anything else.

A skinny fit suit with a waist jacket of velvet and black suit jacket over a tight white button up shirt with a deep emerald tie which matched the colour of Wolfram's eyes. The boy's legs were wrapped into some very alluring black trousers and each step he took in some polished shoes with a slight platform on the heel to give the boy a edge of height, made a soft tapping sound against the marble which echoed in Wolfram's ears.

Sirean's black and silver platinum hair was combed back and flat instead of it's usual spiked bedhead mess. His eyes were the colour of molten gold and stood out against the pale and lightly sun kissed colour of his face.

As he caught Wolfram's gaze his cheeks began to tint ever so slightly in a light pink.

Wolfram's own were like that of a mirror in comparison.

But before he even knew it, the words had already left his mouth, causing many of those around him to suddenly turn and stare with shock as the words were delivered to Sirena.

"Would you like to dance?"