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" Who.who is it?" the bruised Dilandau asked as he stared at Van.

" It's me, Dryden, have you seen Allen anywhere?" the man asked with impatience.

Sticking his two fingers into Van's nostrils, Dilandau replied with a high- pitched voice " Nope!"

Dryden walked away in disappointment meanwhile Van squirmed as he tried to get the fingers out of his nose. For a second, Dryden thought he had heard Van in the room, but quickly remembered that Dilandau would never allow anyone- especially Van- into his private lair. Walking away, the merchant decided to go ask Folken if he knew where Allen went.

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"Lord Folken, sorry to disturb you, but have you seen Allen anywhere?" Dryden asked as he knocked on the locked door.

Allen sat up abruptly and wiped away the saliva from his mouth.

" Shit! What am I suppose to do?!" he asked himself in panic as he stared silently at the door. Finally, the man had a plan and decided to jump out of the window.

" Dahm you Dryden!" Allen cursed under his breath as he quickly dressed himself and opened Folken's window. Without hesitation, the blonde beauty jumped out and landed right on top of some hairy man's back. Jajuka yelled in pain.

Folken slowly opened his eyes and wriggled his nose. Looking around, he discovered that he was lying in his own room.

" How on earth did I end up here?" he asked himself, feeling a need to throw up. Slowly peeling off the wet sheets, Folken looked down in terror. His thing was all red as if some animal had been chewing on it.

" Hello? Folken?" Dryden asked again in his weird tone. " Are you there?"

Rubbing his aching head, Folken shouted back in annoyance" Buzz off! Whoever you are! My penis hurts so leave me alone!"

The surprised man narrowed his eyes and walked away. " Too much information, Dryden murmured to himself as he walked away to find his lover.

At first, Folken thought that it was still the kick that caused the redness, but when he looked closely at it, the man found a few strands of long, golden hair stuck to his balls.

" Allen?!" the shocked man screamed as his mouth dropped to the ground.

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Allen looked back at Folken's window and decided to make an escape when suddenly, a large hand grabbed him by his collar.

" Not so fast young man" Dornkirk said as he used his other hand to help Jajuka up.

" Let go of me! you old ass!" Allen shouted as he struggled free from the hold and kicked the old man into the staring crowd.

Jajuka was disturbed by the rude man's actions and growled with anger. Using his sharp claws, the beast man tackled Allen down and pinned him to the ground.

" Please..please don't hurt me!" the scared Allen pleaded as tears rolled down his face.

" What is going on here?" Gaddes shouted as he pushed through the noisy crowd and came to the source of the crying. " Let the man go!" the baker demanded without fear.

Jajuka loosened his hold and looked back at the man who dared to speak. The baker's eyes gleamed with so much compassion that the beast was captured in its light. Jajuka admired the man's bravery, his fearless features; haunting but beautiful. From those deep crystal orbs to the movements of his lips, Jajuka observed with care and soon found himself absorbed completely in that mesmerizing face. It was love at first sight.

Seeing his chance of escape, Allen crawled to his feet but did not run. Instead- after being embarrassed in front of so many people-, he withdrew his sword, and aimed it at the beast man's back. When Dornkirk saw this, the old man quickly ran toward Jajuka to save him from the blind weapon.

" arghhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh" the scream was heard from every house and tavern as the old man fell to the ground.

Everyone stared in silence as the bleeding old beggar lay on the middle of the street moaning in agony. One of his arms was bleeding like hell.

" Quick! Take him to Folken!" someone shouted from within the terrified crowd.

Allen lowered his head in guilt as he wiped away a single tear. Looking back at the house one last time, he prayed that the old man would survive.

" This tear is for you.my love because I shall never return!" the knight whispered to the wind as he disappeared into the unwinding roads ahead.

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A group of hooligans were having a rock fight when one of them threw a large rock, that flew out of control and landed right on the head of some unlucky bastard. The kids ran toward the unconscious man and poked him with their sticks.

" Ewwwww, he looks like a women!" a fat kid snorted as snot ran down his nose.

" He looks in bad shape!" The oldest of the crowd said with panic as he observed the large, red bump on the man's forehead. " We must take him to the healer, Folken at once!"

The children followed their leader's order without hesitation. They took the motionless body into their arms and headed toward the village.

" Ewwwwww, his hair is so long too!" the chubby boy said once again as the others pushed him into a puddle of mud.

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" Why the fuck am I so famous?" Folken asked in anger.

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Author's note: anyway.stay tuned for the next chapter where Folken must face two of his most feared patients.