Ok so here's the deal, this chapter is dark. Phichit has a sad, tragic past. As such I offer these possible triggers: mentions of attempted suicide, sex slave, rape, imprisonment, torture, mentions of child sexual abuse, and a lot of violence. (Though there is nothing graphic, all of these topics are at least mentioned or referenced) If any of these topics make you overly uncomfortable, please don't read this chapter! Skip to the end of chapter notes, where I will provide a brief summary of pertinent information in a safe, non triggering way. I just want you to know that I do not take these subjects lightly, but this is fiction and I ultimately felt it was necessary to the plot and characters. Thank you.
Additional Notes: Additional Notes: I took some liberty with Middle Ages Siam, but the Prince mentioned was a real prince during the Second Siege of Ayutthaya during the Burmese–Siamese wars. I read way too much history about Siam for this chapter lol ^^;; It was actually really interesting.
Chapter 10 - Blink Three Times
"Ok human, you still want to know why Yuuri turned me?" Phichit asked after his second bottle of sake. The Russian had a few more glasses, but Phichit had finished the majority of it by himself. He needed to feel a little bit numb to rehash his tale.
"If you're willing. It might help me to understand Yuuri more," Viktor nodded. Even thought he hadn't imbibed as much alcohol as Phichit, he was still feeling rather relaxed at the moment.
"Alright," Phichit took one final drink and slammed his cup down on the table in front of him. "I was born to a poor peasant family in Northern Siam. I don't remember what year, it was a long time ago, sometime in the middle of the 16th century. It was a time of warring states and the Burmese-Siamese war. It was a bloody and difficult time. My family grew rice on land they didn't own. I don't really remember them or my siblings, but one day when I was no more than five, an official came demanding money. My parents couldn't pay, so they sold me to him. I never saw them again."
Viktor gulped. He knew that Phichit was old, but somehow actually putting a date and time period to the other man's life was shocking. Viktor couldn't even wrap his head around the concept, yet another reminder that vampires were vastly different from humans.
"The man threw me in the back of a wagon and shackled me to it. He made several more stops, picking up many more children as we headed back south. One by one the children were resold, but I remained. We left the state of Lan Na that I was born in and continued South into Ayodhya, the capital at the time, located just North of modern day Bangkok."
"He sold me to one of the current King's many sons, Prince Srisaowarat. There I was added to his impressive harem. As a rule, one was not officially a member of the harem until they reached the tender age of ten. So, for several years I served as a glorified servant. I was in charge of making sure that the Prince had snacks and wine at all times. He took an instant liking to me. I was legally a member of the harem by the time I was about eight years old. It was no secret that the prince liked his love slaves young, but I was the youngest he ever took."
Viktor felt like he was going to be sick. To think that Phichit, who was generally a ray of pure sunshine, had experiences such atrocities so young in life made Viktor feel ill. "Vile," he hissed under his breath, unable to contain his disgust.
"Yup," Phichit nodded and took another drink from his cup. "Life went on, I maintained the Prince's favor for a time. He treated me as well as could be expected until I reached around fourteen and my voice got deeper and I began to mature. The first time he noticed pubic hair on me, he ordered that I be shaved from head to toe, claiming that hair was unsightly on his property." Phichit clicked his tongue at the memory. "That was when things started to take a turn for the worse. Over the next two years he became increasingly violent with me. He would deny me food or basic hygiene and then beat me for smelling of urine as I was chained to the wall, barely able to move."
"My god," Viktor covered his mouth. He didn't know what to say. There was nothing he could say. Nothing he could do to undo what had happened so long ago.
"Yeah," Phichit smirked, "it sucked." He shook his head and looked deep into a cup of sake. "He would clean me up and make sure I was presentable enough for his visitors though. The prince liked to see the look of fear in my eyes as he would offer up my services to anyone that was interested. Most were. I tried to kill myself several times. Each time I failed or was stopped, I was beaten within an inch of my life. I always found that slightly ironic," he chuckled darkly. "I wished at the time that they would just finish the job and put me out of my misery. They never did."
"Phichit," Viktor sighed. His heart went out to Phichit, someone who had suffered a great deal at the hands of a true monster.
"Then one day, I must have been about seventeen or eighteen by then, a foreign dignitary came to the Prince's home. As usual he made his entire harem stand and greet his guest. And as usual he offered me up on a silver platter to be devoured yet again."
"Was it Yuuri?" Viktor asked impulsively and then covered his mouth ashamed of his outburst.
"Yes," Phichit smiled with a good natured chuckle. "He was posing as a foreign military liaison at the time. A friend of his had told him that the prince was a vile and terrible human, he came to see if his friend was correct. Back then, Yuuri and a small group of pureblood vampires went around trying to make the human race better by removing the real scumbags. The Prince was next on their list if the claims turned out to be factual."
"There was an obscure record in the Hunter archives that spoke of a 'cleansing movement' amongst a group of strong vampires. Is that the group Yuuri was in?" Viktor inquired. He had poured over practically any vampire hunter logs, journals, or documentation he could while growing up. He considered himself the foremost authority on vampire history as far as the hunters knew.
"That's the one," Phichit agreed and took another sip of sake. "Anyways, Yuuri came and the Prince offered for me to warm his bed. Just like the rest of them, Yuuri happily accepted."
"What?" Viktor shouted and slammed his empty cup down on the table. I was right! Yuuri is a monster!
"Calm down idiot!" Phichit growled. "I wasn't done!" Phichit poured himself another cup of sake and shoved one in Viktor's direction.
Viktor narrowed his eyes at Phichit, but took the offered cup.
"Like I said Yuuri accepted the Prince's offer and he asked that food be sent to his chambers. I secretly hoped that this strange foreigner would allow me to eat some food. I had been denied anything to eat for two days at that point. I remember thinking how handsome and young he looked. A welcome change to the old fat men I usually had to take care of. After I showed him to his chambers and the food was delivered, he locked the door and turned to look at me." Phichit smiled and took another drink. "He looked at me with his big brown eyes full of an emotion I didn't recognize at the time, it was concern. . . "
Ayodhya, Ayodhya Kingdom, Siam. Prince Srisaowarat's Estate, 1563
"Here, won't you please have something to eat?" The foreign man motioned towards the table covered in all manner of food. "I had this brought for you," he smiled.
It must be a trick! "Sir is too kind. The food is not for this lowly servant, but you sir."
"Oh I'm umm not hungry," the man rubbed his index finger on his chin and looked to the floor. Odd behavior for a military advisor.
"If sir is not pleased with me, another could be brought to you. Perhaps someone more to your taste sir." I bowed my head. Acting submissive is a tool that I wielded expertly.
"No you're fine, I mean I don't want anyone else," the man appeared flustered as he blushed and waved his hands around widely. Odd behavior indeed. Something isn't right. I watched as he raked his hands through his hair and sighed.
"Phichit is truly sorry to have upset you sir," I bowed my head again, unable to figure out this strange man from a foreign land called Japan.
"Is that your name?" The handsome man asked suddenly.
"Yes, but sir may call me whatever he likes," another bow.
"No Phichit, it's ahh nice to meet you, my name is Yuuri," he bowed. Why would a noble bow to me? What is he doing? How strange this foreigner is!
"Sir, Phichit is a lowly servant, it is not customary for someone to bow to me," I mumbled out. Everything about this man confuses me. I am used to dealing with pompous men, but this Yuuri is unlike anyone I have ever known.
"Well Phichit," he smiled with that odd emotion back in his eyes that I couldn't identify. "If you're a servant then you have to do what I say," he smirked and walked over to the table, placing several items on a serving dish. Then the strange and handsome man made his way over to me near the bed. "Here, eat Phichit," he smiled and held out the dish. "Please?" He added and shook the dish slightly for emphasis.
"If sir wishes it, so it shall be," I bowed and raised my hands up to accept the dish. The thick aroma of braised meats, warm rice, and steamed vegetables assaulted my nose. I still didn't understand this man's motivation, but I decided that I might as well take advantage of his fake kindness while I could. I sat on the floor, crossed my legs, and slowly I took a piece of meat into my mouth. I sighed in contentment. How long has it been since I have tasted meat?
"Good, how is it?" The man named Yuuri smiled. I was rapidly growing used to his smile, it seemed so genuine. It was a bit alarming how quickly I was starting to like him.
"Delicious sir," I smiled, "thank you sir." Did I just smile? I can't remember the last time I truly smiled. "Are you sure that you wouldn't like some sir?" I winked. I had no illusions. I knew this man was not being kind to me for nothing. Maybe it helps him feel better to be kind to a slave before taking them to bed. Still . . . I would prefer a kind lover any day, they are so rare after all.
"No thank you Phichit," Yuuri smiled yet again and sat down in a chair near the window. Then he was silent and merely watched me eat the food. I kept an eye on him too. If he is going to attack me, I wanted to be able to at least prepare myself. But nothing happened. He never looked away, just stared intently at me as I ate.
"Sir while Phichit is grateful for the meal, should you not eat as well?" Why do I care if this man eats or not? What is wrong with me today?
"Thank you Phichit, as I have said, I am not hungry. Are you finished?" He motioned towards the table, still full of food. Ok what is his deal? This is starting to get scary! I need to fix this somehow.
"Phichit could not eat another bite sir, thank you sir," I placed my dish on the table. "Perhaps sir has a different hunger?" I cocked my hip out and sauntered towards him. I pulled the tie that kept the meager sash I wore around my waist on. The red silken fabric floated to the floor in my wake. My boldness clearly shocked him as I climbed up onto the chair and sat in his lap. "Phichit can help you with those hunger pains sir," I smirked and caressed his reddening cheeks.
"Ahh!" Yuuri yelped and sprang from the chair with me in his arms as if I weighed nothing at all. "No no no!" He squealed and gently placed me on the bed and then backed up quickly from it.
"Please forgive Phichit sir!" I spun around and bowed on the bed, smashing my face into the sheets. Shit! I shouldn't have done that! Now he's mad and he'll probably beat me. Shit!
"No no my fault! My fault!" Yuuri wailed and tried to cover his blushing face. "I should have told you earlier, I'm sorry, I'm not interested in that, I'm so sorry Phichit!" He reached down and picked up my sash. "Here umm could you please put this back on?" He held it out towards me, but turned his head away.
"Sir does not want Phichit?" I asked, trying to keep the disappointment out of my voice. I took the sash and quickly reaffixed it to my waist. "Would you like Phichit to get someone else sir? A woman perhaps?"
"No! I want you to stay here, I . . . ahrg," Yuuri covered his face with his hands and started to mumble in a language I don't understand.
"Please sir, Phichit didn't wish to upset you, please tell Phichit what he can do to satisfy you sir!" I pleaded. I don't want to be beaten again. I thought that you were different. "Please sir, don't hurt Phichit," I got off the bed slowly and crawled on the floor towards Yuuri, begging him.
All at once Yuuri stiffened and dropped his hands. He sunk low on the ground and locked his warm, gentle brown eyes on me. I could feel him staring right into my soul, as if he was uncovering my inner thoughts with his glance alone. It was unnerving.
"I would never harm you Phichit. Is that how the Prince treats his harem? Starves them, beats them, tosses them into anyone's bed that asks?" Yuuri growled out. His facial features seemed to contort in anger right in front of me. Did he just said that he would never harm me? Can I really believe that?
"Not all the time sir. And not everyone. But yes, most of the harem is treated this way. Phichit is just the one who ends up receiving it most," I sighed. It felt like a great weight was raised off my chest just admitting that out loud.
"Unacceptable," Yuuri huffed and picked me up once more. "Absolutely unacceptable," he shook his head as he lowered me onto the bed agin.
"Sir?" I asked in confusion. Why does he care?
"No more," Yuuri lowered his voice. When he declared that I felt as though the matter was closed. He said it with such authority, there was no room to dispute the matter. "Phichit," he gently placed a hand to my cheek, "I will make it so that the Prince, that monster, never hurts anyone ever again." He ran his hand down my arm and took my wrist softly. "I will leave in the morning, but I will be back by the full moon." He lifted my wrist to his mouth and kissed the multitude of scars that marred my tan skin there. "And when I return, you will be free Phichit, I swear it."
I gulped. For a minute I thought I saw red flash in his eyes. The dim light from the candles must be playing a trick on me. How could he promise something like that? But this could be my chance, my only chance! I would be a fool not to reach out and hang on to this lifeline for dear life. I nodded.
"Now Phichit, I want you to sleep," Yuuri smiled and placed a cool hand to my forehead. The last thing I saw before the world went dark, was warm brown eyes shining with determination and an honest bright smile.
. . .
A great snowy white wolf laid down in the woods surrounds Mt. Odake. He opened his mouth and softy released the body of his master to the ground on a bed of moist moss.
Master. Master.
Nothing.
The beast rolled it's eyes and surrounded itself in a blindingly bright light. Where a massive wolf once sat, now only a small brown toy poodle remained. He trotted over to the still unconscious form of the vampire King and licked his face.
Master. Master.
Nothing.
The poodle leapt up onto the vampire's chest and jumped up and down, barking.
YUURI!
The vampire jumped awake, coughing. The poodle flew to the ground. "Wha?" He blinked in confusion for a moment and rubbed his aching head. "Where?"
What? I carried your dumb ass half way across Japan. Where? Currently Mt. Odake. Why? It was the closest I could get to Tokyo without drawing attention.
You bought me here?
Yes
How did you know where I was headed?
Really? The small poodle cocked its head to the side and gave the vampire a suffering look.
Oh yeah, I guess that's a stupid question right? Yuuri rubbed the back of his head and laughed at himself.
Yeah. Anyways, your turn now. I need some rest. The poodle yawned and its eyes drooped.
Thanks buddy. I owe you one. Yuuri reached down and took the poodle into his arms, cuddling him close to his chest.
More like another one. The poodle nuzzled its muzzle into the vampire's elbow. How many does that make now? A million?
At least. Yuuri pet Viichan's head tenderly. You're the best.
I know. The poodle's breath grew shallow and evened out.
Yuuri still felt awful. But however long he had been unconscious had managed to help a bit. He spun a dark cloud around them and they dissolved into a smoky shadow before disappearing completely. They materialized and disappeared several more times until Yuuri was standing outside of the ornate golden gates of a grand estate with a
"南" emblazoned on them. Finally. Yuuri sighed.
He could barely blink before he felt the presence of ten or so vampires surrounding him. They all had their fangs out and guns pointed at him. Yuuri smirked. "I'd raise my arms, but my poor dog is very much asleep in them."
"Who are you?"
"What are you doing here?"
"Do you have any idea who's estate this is?"
"State your business now!"
Yuuri closed his eyes, he really didn't have the time to deal with these questions. He decided that the most efficient way to deal with all of this was to just drop down his walls. He concentrated and lowered his defenses, allowing his true essence out. He always kept his powers, his identity under wraps. Not wanting attention, even when Eros takes over. But now, he might as well have a large neon sign over his head that read 'Hey I'm the King!'
Ten pairs of fangs retreated, ten vampires fell to the ground at Yuuri's feet and bowed their heads low. They yelled in one voice "Heika!"
"Yes yes," Yuuri dismissed their now obedient manner. "I'm here to see Ken, move!" He growled the last word and the ten vampires went flying through the air. Some hit trees, other skidded across the pavement. Yuuri paid them no mind as he glared at the gates until they flung themselves open with a strong wind. He strut tall and proud through them, noticing with a bored expression as countless vampires fell to their knees around him.
. . .
Ayodhya, Ayodhya Kingdom, Siam. Prince Srisaowarat's Estate, 1563 (A week later)
"Get back her you little slut!" A Burmese soldier yelled as he yanked me by the arm.
"Yeah we heard you were his favorite little pet," another soldier sneered and punched me. I fell backwards, hitting my head on the stone surrounding a courtyard fountain. The impact made me nearly pass out, but instead I tumbled to the ground and bled into the intricate tile walkway. All around me came the sounds of screams as the rest of the harem was being repeatedly raped. I had already lost count how many times it had happened to me in the past few hours.
"He wasn't that good," a soldier who was currently plundering another poor boy's ass commented off handedly nearby. They all looked the same to me at this point. Just another soldier, no Yuuri. Maybe that was just a dream.
"Yeah well I had the pretty little prince before I sliced his throat," another soldier added.
"Any good?" The one who was currently holding me down asked. He wouldn't get a struggle out of me, not now. Someone had broken several of my ribs and I was starting to have a hard time breathing. Probably damaged my lung. Oh well, at least it will all be over soon. I won't have to live anymore. No more pain.
From the distance I could hear the faint sounds of a battle, clashing swords and men fighting. Then an explosion. A big explosion. Close.
"What the fuck was that?" The man who was about to take me jumped up and retied his pants. He was looking all around when the fountain above my head erupted and a great jet of water pummeled the soldier across the courtyard and into an adjacent wall. I noticed that he made a satisfying splat noise as his body came in contact with the limestone.
All around me every Burmese soldier was met with the same fate. I couldn't care less how it happened, I was just grateful. I was fading fast, I could feel it. Death was calling my name and I was all too willing to answer.
"Phichit!" A voice broke through the terrified screams and confusion. "Phichit!"
Yuuri! He came back! No Yuuri! Run! You are too kind for a place like this! Run as far away as you can! Thank you for keeping your promise. Thank you for returning. I wish that I could have voiced my feelings, my warnings, but I was too far gone. I drew in a raspy breath and knew I was done for.
"Phichit!" Yuuri screamed as he appeared at my side out of nowhere. Not a good sign, my mind is already playing tricks on me. "Phichit! I'm back, look at me!" Yuuri sounded worried. Is he worried about me? He should be worried about himself!
"Yuu," I garbed through the blood in my mouth and tried to raise my arm, it wouldn't budge.
"Shh," Yuuri hushed me and stroked my bloodstained hair. "Shh it's ok, I'm here, it's ok."
My mind is seriously playing tricks on me. Yuuri appeared to have ruby red eyes and long fang like teeth. How funny. I'm dying for sure now.
"Phichit listen to me, listen," Yuuri gently laid my head in his lap and continued petting my hair. It felt nice. "You are dying, you have lost too much blood and from what I can tell, you have multiple fractures. You have little time left. I promised that I would set you free Phichit and I am a man of my word. There is a way, but understand that you will no longer be human. I am a vampire Phichit, I can make you one too. The human Phichit will die, but you will be reborn as a creature of darkness like me."
Vampire? This illusion sure is strange. My chest hurts. All of me hurts. I'm so tired . . .
"Hang on Phichit, it has to be your choice!" Yuuri shook me slightly to get my attention. "Do you want to be a vampire? Live the remainder of your days as an immortal monster that feeds off the blood of others? What do you want?" Yuuri's voice trembled and tears were forming in his eyes.
What do I want? No one has ever asked me that before? I'd like to be free like Yuuri said. That sounds nice. Not that it could ever really happen. I'm dying. "Free," I choke out and gag.
"Phichit, Phichit! Please if you want me to turn you into a vampire, it's forever. You have to give me permission." Yuuri cried. Is he really crying for me? "I'll kill everyone who is responsible for this!" Yuuri growled menacingly and I felt a strong wind wrap around us, as his eyes burned red. He locked his eyes with mine. He appeared a bit cloudy. Pretty sure someone punched my face at some point. "Blink three times rapidly if you want me to turn you into a vampire Phichit! If you don't, I'll be forced to let you die."
I briefly weighed my options. What options? Fuck it. I blinked three times.
Yuuri's eyes went wide and he nodded. "Ok, Phichit I'm so sorry, I'm sure this is going to hurt." I saw him open his mouth wide and to my horror he bared his teeth, clearly exposing long white fangs. I closed my eyes as I felt those sharp dagger like teeth pierce the tender skin of my neck. Those fangs were the last thing I saw as a human.
Pain. Searing, burning pain. Morphing. Molding. Reforming. I felt like I was being rebuilt piece by piece. Bones snapped back into place. Skin stitched itself back together. I breathed, nothing happened. I tried again. Nothing. No familiar whoosh of air into my lungs, just air in my mouth. My mouth. It was burning. Aching. My eyes flew open. I could see. I could see really well.
"Phichit," a soft voice broke through my thoughts. Muddled and disjointed fragments of thought.
"Yuuri?" My voice was scratchy and gruff. "What?"
"Phichit I hate to do this to you when you are so new, but STAY!" Yuuri's voice rumbled through my entire being. I felt frozen, paralyzed. As if I was pinned to the ground by the mere weight of his words alone. I stayed.
"You foolish humans who treat each other like filth, you shall pay for your folly this day!" Yuuri's voice sounded deeper and he began laughing maniacally. From my view on the ground I watched as fire erupted from the palm of his hand and he flung it out into a group of soldiers. They screamed and writhed in agony as they were burned alive. "Foolish mortals!"
"Your highness! Must all the soldiers die?" Another man, probably another vampire, rushed to Yuuri's side.
"Yes."
"As you wish."
The ground rumbled beneath me. I pivoted my head in time to see the Earth swallow up an entire battalion of reinforcement soldiers. All around me was chaos. I was so overcome with everything that I fainted.
When I came to, Yuuri was sitting on the ground, leaning against the fountain with my head in his lap. I blinked my eyes wearily and his hand stilled in my hair.
"Phichit?" Yuuri murmured in a soft tone. His eyes were a deep caramel color, no longer red, but lightly tinted gold. Those vicious fangs I had seen earlier were no longer visible.
"Yuuri?" I groaned. My entire body ached and my throat burned.
"Phichit, take it slowly ok?" Yuuri whispered.
"Wha?" I tried to sit up, but instead of simply raising my head off of Yuuri's lap, I slammed it into my knee. Oww!
"I told you, you need to take it slow, you aren't used to your body and strength yet Phichit," Yuuri snorted. He snorted!
"Yuuri, what happened?" I asked, but a quick turn of my head told me most of what I needed to know. The entire courtyard was strewn with the lifeless bodies of Burmese soldiers. Some were burnt to a crisp, others were in pieces. It was a massacre.
"Suffice it to say that there are no more soldiers in the vicinity," Yuuri cast his eyes toward his lap. "And I have changed you into a vampire, like me."
"Your highness," a young and terribly attractive woman kneeled near Yuuri and bowed her hand.
"Report," Yuuri snapped his head up and looked down upon the woman with a blank look on his face.
"The siege has ended, the inhabitants of this estate that survived have had their memories modified, and everyone has evacuated, as you ordered." The woman announced without meeting Yuuri's eyes.
"Well done, I will destroy this place momentarily. After my progeny feeds. Bring the last one to me," Yuuri's voice was aloof, but forceful.
"Yes your highness," she ran off at top speed. Before I could ask Yuuri another question however, she was back, and she tossed a soldier to the ground near us.
"What the hell is going on? What happened to my men? What are you people?" The shaking soldier squealed.
It was curious. I became aware of the fact that I could hear his heartbeat. My eyes could pick up the faint movement of his skin. I could sense where this man was most vulnerable, a weakened left knee and a gash on his scalp. The gash. Oh the gash. It smelled divine. I was suddenly salivating at the thought of how wonderful it would be to lick it. What the hell? Why on Earth would I want to do that? I licked my lips unconsciously.
Yuuri ignored the soldier and focused only on me. "That's it, trust your instincts, it's alright Phichit," he said soothingly as he placed a hand on my shoulder. "This is what we are Phichit, this is what you are now, don't fight it." He rubbed a calming circle on my shoulder blades.
My mouth throbbed, as though something was trying to break out. It was then I felt it, with an opened mouthed sigh I panted and could feel my fangs descending. I have fangs! "Yuuri?" I turned to him in a panic. I was frightened.
"It's ok Phichit, I'm here, I always will be. You have nothing to fear. Tell me what you want to do Phichit." Yuuri whispered in my ear.
"I want . . . I want to lick the gash on that man's head," I whimpered and wrung my hands.
"Then do it Phichit, I'll hold him for you, don't worry, he won't touch you," Yuuri nodded. I watched as he swiftly took hold of the soldier's arms and wrenched them behind his back.
"What the fuck are you doing?" He yelped.
My eyes narrowed in on the blood issuing from his head, all other thoughts were put on hold. Only one thing mattered, that red oozing liquid. I licked my lips and before I knew what I was doing, I found myself crouched over the soldier, grasping his head. "Mmm," I moaned longingly and lowered my head slowly.
"What are you doing freak?" The soldier attempted to squirm, but cried out in pain as Yuuri tightened his grip.
"Don't listen to him Phichit, trust your instincts and let go," Yuuri encouraged softly.
I closed my eyes and flicked out my tongue to lap at the delicious congealed blood. It was exhilarating and intense when I tasted the soldier's blood. As though every cell of my body reacted simultaneously to it. Urging me to take more, consume it all, as quickly as possible. "More," I panted and grabbed the soldier by the neck. "You will give me more," I hissed and pulled the man to his feet by the neck. His cries were nothing, his throbbing pulse was all I cared about. I snarled and dug my new fangs into the pulsating vein in the man's neck. And for the first time, I drank human blood.
Author Notes:
I have had a rough couple of days and posting this chapter makes me feel so much better. I hate hospitals -.-;;;
If you read this chapter, thanks ^^;; sorry it was kinda dark, but I wanted you to understand that Phichit had a terrible past and Yuuri saved him 3
I LOVED all the outrage towards Viktor from the last chapter lol! I think we can all agree with Phichit that Yuuri and Viktor are just both huge idiots ^o^
If you didn't feel comfortable reading this chapter, the safe summary can be found below.
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~Summary Time~
Ok so Phichit had a terrible childhood. His parents sold him at the age of five to pay their debts. He was sold to a Prince who placed him in his harem at a very young age. There he remained until one day (at about age 18) a foreign man (Yuuri) came posing as a military liaison. He instantly took a liking to Phichit and vowed to set him free. Yuuri left, saying he would be back by the end of the month. However, a week later an invading army laid siege to the grand estate of the Prince, killed said Prince, and helped themselves to the Prince's harem. News reached Yuuri about what was happening and he raced back to the estate only to find Phichit near death. He offered him the choice of becoming a vampire or dying. Phichit chose vampire. Yuuri goes all Eros and destroys ALL the remaining soldiers with the assistance of several other vampires in his little group. He then assists Phichit with feeding on a human (the last living soldier).
Also in this chapter Viichan gets Yuuri as close to Tokyo as he can without being seen. Yuuri wakes up and takes them the rest of the way. They stand outside ornate golden gates with "南" on them. Yuuri is a BAMF and basically breaks/orders his way in.
Ok there, now you know what happened even if you chose not to read this chapter ^^