A/N: We're back with UAoA! Last time, Vize was found raped in the shadows of the fortress. Will this send the boy into insanity?
Rune: Dish-
No, Rune, no disclaimer. They already have read the first chapter, right? Oh wait, there's a part I need to add. *whispers in Rune's ear.*
Rune: Okay! Da dame Pwince of Pewshia: Shandss of Time (Prince of Persia: Sands of Time) ish owned by Ubishoft (Ubisoft).
Vyse's breathing was slight out of control. Pearls of sweat trickled down his color-faded face. His hand cupped Vize's cheek, yet no matter how many times he shook the boy's head, the legend could not wake up his double. The guard has gone to find Enrique so he can warn about the attack. Most of the time, Vyse had incredible patience, but this was not the case. Wiping the blood that was coming from the other's mouth, Vyse notice that Vize's own skin tone was rather pale.
'Damn it,' he thought, 'if they don't hurry up, he's gonna die from blood loss!' Just as those words escape from Vyse's mind, the running footsteps of four people could be heard. Glancing at the direction of the sound, he saw the guard with Enrique, Moegi and Doc, the trio in nightgowns. Ever since Ilchymis left Vyse's crew, Doc came to replace him. Vyse would have smiled if he weren't in a desperate situation.
"By the Moons, how can this be possible?" Enrique asked as he ran towards them, sleepiness struggling to take over him like a plague. "I had reinforce this whole place! There's no way he couldn't have been seen!"
"Never mind the reinforcements, help him!" Vyse sputtered out, his face getting back his normal color. Moegi glanced at her husband, her eyes tearing and yet she wasn't crying at all.
"Is there any way we can stop what's going on here?" she questioned. "I feel as if I'm not secure anymore."
"Don't worry about security," Doc told her; he was checking the doppelganger more closely, putting him on his side to see the back of his body. "He did got raped, but I don't know if he was awake when it happened. It seems these people were only after him. If they weren't, they would be causing a riot in this place right now." He picked up Vize gently, so he wouldn't harm the boy or maybe kill him. "I'll need help for this. You wouldn't mind getting Ilchi, sir, and bring him to the sick bay?" he asked the soldier. As the soldier ran to the castle, Doc glanced at Vyse. "Don't worry, we'll get him out of this mess. I was thinking of using him for something that I thought up-blood transfusion. If it works, he won't need to rest as much as usual. Do you want me-"
"To proceed?" Vyse finished. "I accept, as I trust all of you." Vyse stared as the doctor brought the actor inside the building. The pirate felt an air of royalty behind him, and the air felt...tense. He looked out from the corner of his eyes, seeing Enrique with a disgusted look upon his face.
"That someone would go that far to hurt him-I have to bring back justice for Vize. If I get my hands on-"
"Enrique," Vyse stated, "Just by destroying his father would be enough. They've already got their revenge, and knowing Vize, I doubt he's ready to extract vengeance. I even doubt he's ever going to get over this if he remembered." The Emperor relaxed, knowing that Vyse's words always spoke of a wisdom that no one except Fina could exceed. Just by looking at Vyse's features he could tell he was tired.
"Hey, we better go to bed and try to get some rest," Enrique noticed, "especially you, Vyse, I bet you haven't sleep at all." The young man just nodded and left.
All that surrounded him was darkness and deep red eyes gleaming blood and gems. He could hear the word "death" repeated by malicious male voices. In front of his was a familiar figure. It was none other than Vize, naked with cuts all over him. He had dark gray wings, which the feathers were starting to shred. He was bound with crimson ropes at the wrists and ankles. The boy was crying, however the tears weren't normal water. They were black.
There was a light shining behind Vyse. He glanced at the back, and saw an angel that resembled Madoi. In her arms was a little boy who reminded the legend of Vize-the same freckled cheeks, the same blue eyes, the same hair color and hairdo, not forgetting the choice of color for the clothes. He dropped down and ran to Vize. He undid the bounds on the doppelganger and Madoi came closer, then hugged him. The red eyed creatures shrieked as the light the two emitted touched them, and Vyse found himself in a paradise landscape. Looking at the mother and son, Vyse notice that although they were naked, he couldn't see the most eplic features. Vize had his head under his mother's, and she was humming a song, passing her hand though his hair.
"Most people think time is like a river, that it flows swift and sure in one direction."
Vyse glanced at the sound of the voice. The little version of Vize was reading a book with the words "The Sands of Time" as the title. Familiar inscriptions were the writing in the pages. 'I've already seen that book,' Vyse thought, 'but...where exactly? And why that small voice seems like I've heard it before?'
The boy continued. "But I have seen the face of time, and I can tell you, they are wrong."
Vyse's eyes widen. Of course, he didn't hear that voice, it was the words! He knew what the next words were, because his father Dyne read that story to him as a child. He recited with the boy, not noticing the world fading away, and a voice calling out to him.
"Time is an ocean in a storm. You may wonder who I am, and why I say this, sit down, and I will tell you a tale like none that you have ever heard."
And then everything came black.
"VYSE!" Aika yelled in his ear, waking the boy up. He moaned and quickly turned around, covering his head with his pillow.
"Leave me alone, Aika," he mumbled, sleep hovering in his mind. "'Time is an ocean in a storm...'"
Next thing Vyse knew, he was face down on the floor, a foot stepping on his butt.
"Vyse, its 9:45. You're usually up at around 7. What is your problem?" Aika scolded. Vyse shifted his head so he could see her. She was still in her yellow kitty pajamas, wearing an expensive-looking red bedrobe over it. Her hair wasn't brushed yet. He blushed as he remembered he was only in a low cut boxer.
"Well, did you heard about Vize?" he asked. She shook her head, confusion flowing in her irises.
"Figures." Vyse got up, almost tripping her. "Where's Fina?"
"She's at our private dining room, waiting for you to get there. Apparently, she's not in a good mood." Her words made him swiftly take a surfer shirt and run to find the Silvite. When he did, however, what he saw told him that it wasn't what he expected at all. He thought she was sad, but apparently, it wasn't that, either. She was pissed off.
"IT'S ABOUT TIME!" the usually soft Fina screamed. She picked up a butter knife and quickly stabbed Vyse in the right arm. He quickly gritted his teeth. Most of the time, when she does stab him, it wasn't as deep as now. The knife ACTUALLY pierced throughout his arm. Sometimes Vyse wonders if Silvite PMS was worst than most woman's, because when it was that time of the month with his mother and Aika, they didn't act too much like she does. He glanced at the carpet.
"Fina, I'm sorry I didn't wake up at the usual hour, but it's technically not my fault, and I can explain. And please," he glanced back at her, "can you get that knife out of me? You're gonna stain the floor, and I doubt it is cheap." She glanced down, and slowly pulled out the knife. Covering his new wounds with his hand, he quickly casted Sacri upon it, healing it whole. Fina put the bloody knife on the napkin next to her plate. Aika entered the room, wondering what in Arcadia was going on. The young man took a deep breath after noticing his adopted sister. He knew he had to explain.
"Vize got raped yesterday by more Galcian admirators," he told them. Fina's hands were at her mouth; as if trying to keep the breath she inhaled when she gasped. Aika's left hand was at her heart. The two girl's eyes were as big as saucers-what Vyse said couldn't be true at all! But seeing the expression on his face told them he was serious.
"I couldn't sleep because of him. I tried to cheer him up and at lease help him to get some rest, but I couldn't. He decided to take a walk, but...after three hours of waiting, I went to find him-and I did; yet it was already too late. That's why I'm like this."
His explanation left them speechless. That people would go that far just to make-
"I don't know if he was conscious when it happened. There was blood coming out of his mouth," Vyse made notice, as if he could read their thoughts.
"That's horrible!" Aika said, and Fine shook her head, lowering her hands.
"There's only one word I can think of for this act of abuse-monstrous. Horrible is too weak for it," she mentioned. She turned to Vyse, "Does Anita and Faina knows about it?" The Blue Rogue Captain simply shrugged. He sat down at the table and started to eat his pancakes. The girls got out of the room to speak in private.
"I can't believe that really happen!" Fina told her best friend. "I mean, who wants to hurt Vize? I know his father is the head of this, but why torture him more now he's depressive? That was too much. If we can't help him, he might commit suicide!"
Aika quickly stopped her friend by extending her palm towards her. "Stop right there, Fina. We don't know if he was conscious. If he was, yes, he'll need all of our help, but what if he wasn't?"
Fina stared at her. "If he wasn't, what would happen?" The other girl simply shrugged. She quickly turned towards the dining room door, grinning. Fina listened, and couldn't help it but grin too. "I guess he's talking to himself again." That's when she caught her sudden concerned look. "What's wrong? What did you hear out there?" Aika didn't spoke. Instead, she got closer to the door. Fina wondered what was going on, why would she eavesdrop on him? "Hey, Aika, is something wrong?"
"Hmm?" the red head turned her head to see the blond. "I don't know why, but Vyse is talking about odd stuff. He said something like dream, Vize, Madoi, younger, sand, time, book, time again, prince, Persia-don't ask me what that is-time, dagger, hourglass, sand again...I did already mention time, right? He's saying something more-something like a tale he's heard. Now it's about his father and his own childhood and things that I don't comprehend. One of them sounded like 'Kagalugia' or the likes."
"Maybe he had a dream about something. Hey, let's go see Enrique, maybe he could help!" Fina suggested, which Aika approved of.
"I'm sorry, girls," Enrique told them after they talked about their problem in the living room, "but I have no clue as what you're talking about. Oh, Vize is still in sick bay. Doc said something of the blood transfusion being successful, if you're concerned. And by the look on your faces, I can tell you right now that he's still unconscious, there's nothing to worry about now."
"Did Anita and Faina learned about it yet?" Fina asked. Enrique nodded, a sad smile on his face.
"They are at his bed side, waiting him to revive. Faina was out of it," he added, "she just went nuts. She was crying, screaming and just trying to kill off the nurses. If you thought her eyes were red enough, you should see her now. It frightens me, but still it's empathic. But what I found odd, is that Anita barely reacted. She just looked serious. However, the way she held his hand lied to her reaction. She held it like if her life depended on it. I never knew they cared that much about each other until now. When we met them the first time, I-"
"The past is the past, Enrique," Aika interrupted. "What we first think of people isn't exactly who they are. Sometimes it takes desperate situations to make their hard cover fall."
"I know," he tried to not retort it out, "But it's not that I was talking about. When we first met them, I've already felt something odd, and that it wasn't coincidence they were together. I wasn't expecting for their friendship to go that far, where it's patonic love, like you two and Vyse. Just to see those two react that way made me see them in another light, in another view."
"So he's still unconscious?" Vyse's voice made the trio jumped. They looked towards him. Enrique had never seen this part of Vyse before. He has seen the commanding part, the friendly part, the sensitive part, but never the bed time part. The only thing he saw from it was the youth in his bedrobe, but Vyse always had his eyepatch on. Seeing him without them made Enrique feel a bit awkward.
"I never thought you would take your Skyseer off, Vyse," he noted, "I believed you sleep with them."
"Well, if I do, it's gonna leave a mark," Vyse told him. "It's fitted so it won't."
"He always sleeps on his right side," Aika explained at Enrique's confused look, "it's like a ritual for him." She turned to her brother. "Hey Vyse, how did you know Vize is still in a coma?"
"The same way you've learned about Kacoluquia?" he retorted, the amber irises turning like ice. "You know I don't like when people eavesdrop on me, Aika."
"I'm really sorry, it's just you were acting weird, that's all," she quickly explained, "and I was worried about you, since you couldn't sleep and such."
"I take your apologies as an excuse, Aika. I understand what you've just said, but you could at least leave me alone. Invading my privacy is something I don't usually approve of." He sat down, put his elbows on his knees and held his head. "I'm just as stable as time in a hurricane."
"'Time is an ocean in a storm...'" Fina muttered. "I've heard that phrase once. Ramirez read a book called "The Sands of Time" when we were little. I've never read it."
"My father read it to me when I was little, and I had it in my dream. That's what I was referring to." Vyse glanced at Enrique. "Do you have that book here? I've didn't found it in my libary."
"Ask Sanura," the Emperor replied, "she'll practically eat the books, so much she reads those kinds of stories."
"I don't eat books, your Highness," snapped the girl as she glanced into the room she just entered. "I've heard word that Vize got raped. I need to know why I wasn't aware sooner."
"You were probably having a really good but naughty dream," his sarcasm dripped out in his voice. "And we needed our beauty sleep just as much as you did. Besides, it was about 3 o'clock when we've learned."
With a simple 'hmph', she turned around and got out, head high. Everyone just started at the open door, blinking. Everyone stood silent, wondering why Sanura acted that way, especially Enrique.
"I guess she's also in that time of the month," Fina said, casting away the silence. "Either that, or she just doesn't care she's in Enrique's service."
"Never mind Sanura. I'm gonna go see Vize, anyone wants to come?" Vyse asked. None answered, so Vyse simply left, hoping that Vize should be better by now, maybe waking up, perhaps already awake.
Vize hadn't awaked yet when Vyse came in his room. Although he was still comatose, Vize had most of his color back. Vyse knew that this "blood transfer" must have work. Angélique, one of the younger nurses, help the legend find the room since the infirmary was half the northwest wing. Vyse sat down on the other side of the boy that Anita and Faina was.
"Apparently, Vize's blood allows the other blood to flow. And from what I've heard by mister Doc's research, the blood that was given was a type called O, and that Vize was O, too," Angie (as she is known for short) told him.
"So if the blood type matches, you can transfer it," Vyse resulted. "Speaking of which, when Doc took some of my blood, it was to see what my type was, right?"
"I think so. He said how a type B really fitted someone, but I didn't catch whom. All I know it sounded like your name."
"So that means if Vyse gets injured like Vize, he won't be able to get blood but his own type?" Anita asked.
"Odd as it is, it can get blood from Vize's blood type, according to what mister Doc said."
Just then, the doppelganger started to moan, telling them he was slowly returning into consciousness. His eyes slowly fluttered, and then became as huge as Vyse's.
"What the? Why am I in sick bay?" he asked, and quickly went into a sitting position. He winced and put his arm around his stomach, pain within. His butt felt sore, but he didn't notice it. "Damned hunger...I hate it when I have cramps in my guts. And why do I feel weak?" The others just stared at him. Does he know that he got raped? Better ask and tell him.
"Sir, do you remember getting rape?" Angie asked, making him almost fall out of the bed.
"I'VE GOT RAPED?" he bellowed, practically blow-drying Vyse's hair. "LIKE A MEASLY LITTLE SLUT?"
None spoke, afraid to burst out in laughter. His reaction was priceless, with the hair-flying part and such. Vyse was the first to start; trying to hold it down, but it was impossible. His eyes were tearing, and his own gut started to hurt. Everyone was literally rolling on the floor, confusing the boy even more.
"Hey, rape is a serious matter, why are you guys laughing your heads off?" Vyse had a hard time to stop his fit and getting up to explained.
"It's just...heheh...the...HAHAHAHA...the way you acted...heheha...was funny..." He laughed so hard, no sound came out of his mouth. Then after a few minutes, the laughing stopped. Vyse became his serious side.
"Then what happened?" he asked. "How come you did got raped?"
Vize simply lay back down and closed his eyes.
"I was simply walking, and then I got knocked out. I guess I was out of reach for all of them. But who gives a damn if I got raped or not. If I can see my bastard of a dad dead within the next 24 hours, I'll be nothing but happy. But I doubt it would be happy enough to make me forget about my mother." His body started to tremble, like if he was cold. "I can't get her last words out of my head. It was so sudden, I just...couldn't help it."
"Because you went in her shoes, right? Because you saw things into her point of view. I bet it wasn't much of a good one," Vyse made notice. His double glanced at him. "All she felt in her life, you've felt it too, because you were near and you were her child." A hand laid itself on the patient's. "Her love for you is what keeps you going, because love is a thing that cannot die easily, even if that person's dead." The hand squeezes the other tightly. "Love is a gift from angels. You're one, but no one wants you, because of who you are. An Unwanted Angel, like those who I have read."
"You're an angel yourself, Vyse," Vize commented. "You're the source to my river of happiness, you're my brush to my painting of love. You're the one who help me fly on my broken wings, too."
Angie glanced at her patient. "I never knew you were some kind of poet, sir. I bet if you write your words, people would see who you really are."
He quickly went into a blushing frenzy. "Well, ma'am, I'm a poet because I specialize not only in impersonation, but in poetic acting. If it doesn't rhymes, it's not in the play I'm in. I don't know how many plays I have rejected just because the citations didn't rhyme at all. Rhymes are the soul of acting; poetry is the heart of rhymes. Poetry is the essence of courting, and courting brings love strengthen by time."
Everyone had his or her breath caught halfway in the throat. Vyse's hands were at his ears. Had he just heard what revealed Vize to be a sensual, romantic person?
A/N: Mrahaha. Don't I just love poetry.
Rune: *tries to recite Vize's citation*
Don't try it; wait 'til you're older.
Rune: Review, pleashe!
Rune: Dish-
No, Rune, no disclaimer. They already have read the first chapter, right? Oh wait, there's a part I need to add. *whispers in Rune's ear.*
Rune: Okay! Da dame Pwince of Pewshia: Shandss of Time (Prince of Persia: Sands of Time) ish owned by Ubishoft (Ubisoft).
Vyse's breathing was slight out of control. Pearls of sweat trickled down his color-faded face. His hand cupped Vize's cheek, yet no matter how many times he shook the boy's head, the legend could not wake up his double. The guard has gone to find Enrique so he can warn about the attack. Most of the time, Vyse had incredible patience, but this was not the case. Wiping the blood that was coming from the other's mouth, Vyse notice that Vize's own skin tone was rather pale.
'Damn it,' he thought, 'if they don't hurry up, he's gonna die from blood loss!' Just as those words escape from Vyse's mind, the running footsteps of four people could be heard. Glancing at the direction of the sound, he saw the guard with Enrique, Moegi and Doc, the trio in nightgowns. Ever since Ilchymis left Vyse's crew, Doc came to replace him. Vyse would have smiled if he weren't in a desperate situation.
"By the Moons, how can this be possible?" Enrique asked as he ran towards them, sleepiness struggling to take over him like a plague. "I had reinforce this whole place! There's no way he couldn't have been seen!"
"Never mind the reinforcements, help him!" Vyse sputtered out, his face getting back his normal color. Moegi glanced at her husband, her eyes tearing and yet she wasn't crying at all.
"Is there any way we can stop what's going on here?" she questioned. "I feel as if I'm not secure anymore."
"Don't worry about security," Doc told her; he was checking the doppelganger more closely, putting him on his side to see the back of his body. "He did got raped, but I don't know if he was awake when it happened. It seems these people were only after him. If they weren't, they would be causing a riot in this place right now." He picked up Vize gently, so he wouldn't harm the boy or maybe kill him. "I'll need help for this. You wouldn't mind getting Ilchi, sir, and bring him to the sick bay?" he asked the soldier. As the soldier ran to the castle, Doc glanced at Vyse. "Don't worry, we'll get him out of this mess. I was thinking of using him for something that I thought up-blood transfusion. If it works, he won't need to rest as much as usual. Do you want me-"
"To proceed?" Vyse finished. "I accept, as I trust all of you." Vyse stared as the doctor brought the actor inside the building. The pirate felt an air of royalty behind him, and the air felt...tense. He looked out from the corner of his eyes, seeing Enrique with a disgusted look upon his face.
"That someone would go that far to hurt him-I have to bring back justice for Vize. If I get my hands on-"
"Enrique," Vyse stated, "Just by destroying his father would be enough. They've already got their revenge, and knowing Vize, I doubt he's ready to extract vengeance. I even doubt he's ever going to get over this if he remembered." The Emperor relaxed, knowing that Vyse's words always spoke of a wisdom that no one except Fina could exceed. Just by looking at Vyse's features he could tell he was tired.
"Hey, we better go to bed and try to get some rest," Enrique noticed, "especially you, Vyse, I bet you haven't sleep at all." The young man just nodded and left.
All that surrounded him was darkness and deep red eyes gleaming blood and gems. He could hear the word "death" repeated by malicious male voices. In front of his was a familiar figure. It was none other than Vize, naked with cuts all over him. He had dark gray wings, which the feathers were starting to shred. He was bound with crimson ropes at the wrists and ankles. The boy was crying, however the tears weren't normal water. They were black.
There was a light shining behind Vyse. He glanced at the back, and saw an angel that resembled Madoi. In her arms was a little boy who reminded the legend of Vize-the same freckled cheeks, the same blue eyes, the same hair color and hairdo, not forgetting the choice of color for the clothes. He dropped down and ran to Vize. He undid the bounds on the doppelganger and Madoi came closer, then hugged him. The red eyed creatures shrieked as the light the two emitted touched them, and Vyse found himself in a paradise landscape. Looking at the mother and son, Vyse notice that although they were naked, he couldn't see the most eplic features. Vize had his head under his mother's, and she was humming a song, passing her hand though his hair.
"Most people think time is like a river, that it flows swift and sure in one direction."
Vyse glanced at the sound of the voice. The little version of Vize was reading a book with the words "The Sands of Time" as the title. Familiar inscriptions were the writing in the pages. 'I've already seen that book,' Vyse thought, 'but...where exactly? And why that small voice seems like I've heard it before?'
The boy continued. "But I have seen the face of time, and I can tell you, they are wrong."
Vyse's eyes widen. Of course, he didn't hear that voice, it was the words! He knew what the next words were, because his father Dyne read that story to him as a child. He recited with the boy, not noticing the world fading away, and a voice calling out to him.
"Time is an ocean in a storm. You may wonder who I am, and why I say this, sit down, and I will tell you a tale like none that you have ever heard."
And then everything came black.
"VYSE!" Aika yelled in his ear, waking the boy up. He moaned and quickly turned around, covering his head with his pillow.
"Leave me alone, Aika," he mumbled, sleep hovering in his mind. "'Time is an ocean in a storm...'"
Next thing Vyse knew, he was face down on the floor, a foot stepping on his butt.
"Vyse, its 9:45. You're usually up at around 7. What is your problem?" Aika scolded. Vyse shifted his head so he could see her. She was still in her yellow kitty pajamas, wearing an expensive-looking red bedrobe over it. Her hair wasn't brushed yet. He blushed as he remembered he was only in a low cut boxer.
"Well, did you heard about Vize?" he asked. She shook her head, confusion flowing in her irises.
"Figures." Vyse got up, almost tripping her. "Where's Fina?"
"She's at our private dining room, waiting for you to get there. Apparently, she's not in a good mood." Her words made him swiftly take a surfer shirt and run to find the Silvite. When he did, however, what he saw told him that it wasn't what he expected at all. He thought she was sad, but apparently, it wasn't that, either. She was pissed off.
"IT'S ABOUT TIME!" the usually soft Fina screamed. She picked up a butter knife and quickly stabbed Vyse in the right arm. He quickly gritted his teeth. Most of the time, when she does stab him, it wasn't as deep as now. The knife ACTUALLY pierced throughout his arm. Sometimes Vyse wonders if Silvite PMS was worst than most woman's, because when it was that time of the month with his mother and Aika, they didn't act too much like she does. He glanced at the carpet.
"Fina, I'm sorry I didn't wake up at the usual hour, but it's technically not my fault, and I can explain. And please," he glanced back at her, "can you get that knife out of me? You're gonna stain the floor, and I doubt it is cheap." She glanced down, and slowly pulled out the knife. Covering his new wounds with his hand, he quickly casted Sacri upon it, healing it whole. Fina put the bloody knife on the napkin next to her plate. Aika entered the room, wondering what in Arcadia was going on. The young man took a deep breath after noticing his adopted sister. He knew he had to explain.
"Vize got raped yesterday by more Galcian admirators," he told them. Fina's hands were at her mouth; as if trying to keep the breath she inhaled when she gasped. Aika's left hand was at her heart. The two girl's eyes were as big as saucers-what Vyse said couldn't be true at all! But seeing the expression on his face told them he was serious.
"I couldn't sleep because of him. I tried to cheer him up and at lease help him to get some rest, but I couldn't. He decided to take a walk, but...after three hours of waiting, I went to find him-and I did; yet it was already too late. That's why I'm like this."
His explanation left them speechless. That people would go that far just to make-
"I don't know if he was conscious when it happened. There was blood coming out of his mouth," Vyse made notice, as if he could read their thoughts.
"That's horrible!" Aika said, and Fine shook her head, lowering her hands.
"There's only one word I can think of for this act of abuse-monstrous. Horrible is too weak for it," she mentioned. She turned to Vyse, "Does Anita and Faina knows about it?" The Blue Rogue Captain simply shrugged. He sat down at the table and started to eat his pancakes. The girls got out of the room to speak in private.
"I can't believe that really happen!" Fina told her best friend. "I mean, who wants to hurt Vize? I know his father is the head of this, but why torture him more now he's depressive? That was too much. If we can't help him, he might commit suicide!"
Aika quickly stopped her friend by extending her palm towards her. "Stop right there, Fina. We don't know if he was conscious. If he was, yes, he'll need all of our help, but what if he wasn't?"
Fina stared at her. "If he wasn't, what would happen?" The other girl simply shrugged. She quickly turned towards the dining room door, grinning. Fina listened, and couldn't help it but grin too. "I guess he's talking to himself again." That's when she caught her sudden concerned look. "What's wrong? What did you hear out there?" Aika didn't spoke. Instead, she got closer to the door. Fina wondered what was going on, why would she eavesdrop on him? "Hey, Aika, is something wrong?"
"Hmm?" the red head turned her head to see the blond. "I don't know why, but Vyse is talking about odd stuff. He said something like dream, Vize, Madoi, younger, sand, time, book, time again, prince, Persia-don't ask me what that is-time, dagger, hourglass, sand again...I did already mention time, right? He's saying something more-something like a tale he's heard. Now it's about his father and his own childhood and things that I don't comprehend. One of them sounded like 'Kagalugia' or the likes."
"Maybe he had a dream about something. Hey, let's go see Enrique, maybe he could help!" Fina suggested, which Aika approved of.
"I'm sorry, girls," Enrique told them after they talked about their problem in the living room, "but I have no clue as what you're talking about. Oh, Vize is still in sick bay. Doc said something of the blood transfusion being successful, if you're concerned. And by the look on your faces, I can tell you right now that he's still unconscious, there's nothing to worry about now."
"Did Anita and Faina learned about it yet?" Fina asked. Enrique nodded, a sad smile on his face.
"They are at his bed side, waiting him to revive. Faina was out of it," he added, "she just went nuts. She was crying, screaming and just trying to kill off the nurses. If you thought her eyes were red enough, you should see her now. It frightens me, but still it's empathic. But what I found odd, is that Anita barely reacted. She just looked serious. However, the way she held his hand lied to her reaction. She held it like if her life depended on it. I never knew they cared that much about each other until now. When we met them the first time, I-"
"The past is the past, Enrique," Aika interrupted. "What we first think of people isn't exactly who they are. Sometimes it takes desperate situations to make their hard cover fall."
"I know," he tried to not retort it out, "But it's not that I was talking about. When we first met them, I've already felt something odd, and that it wasn't coincidence they were together. I wasn't expecting for their friendship to go that far, where it's patonic love, like you two and Vyse. Just to see those two react that way made me see them in another light, in another view."
"So he's still unconscious?" Vyse's voice made the trio jumped. They looked towards him. Enrique had never seen this part of Vyse before. He has seen the commanding part, the friendly part, the sensitive part, but never the bed time part. The only thing he saw from it was the youth in his bedrobe, but Vyse always had his eyepatch on. Seeing him without them made Enrique feel a bit awkward.
"I never thought you would take your Skyseer off, Vyse," he noted, "I believed you sleep with them."
"Well, if I do, it's gonna leave a mark," Vyse told him. "It's fitted so it won't."
"He always sleeps on his right side," Aika explained at Enrique's confused look, "it's like a ritual for him." She turned to her brother. "Hey Vyse, how did you know Vize is still in a coma?"
"The same way you've learned about Kacoluquia?" he retorted, the amber irises turning like ice. "You know I don't like when people eavesdrop on me, Aika."
"I'm really sorry, it's just you were acting weird, that's all," she quickly explained, "and I was worried about you, since you couldn't sleep and such."
"I take your apologies as an excuse, Aika. I understand what you've just said, but you could at least leave me alone. Invading my privacy is something I don't usually approve of." He sat down, put his elbows on his knees and held his head. "I'm just as stable as time in a hurricane."
"'Time is an ocean in a storm...'" Fina muttered. "I've heard that phrase once. Ramirez read a book called "The Sands of Time" when we were little. I've never read it."
"My father read it to me when I was little, and I had it in my dream. That's what I was referring to." Vyse glanced at Enrique. "Do you have that book here? I've didn't found it in my libary."
"Ask Sanura," the Emperor replied, "she'll practically eat the books, so much she reads those kinds of stories."
"I don't eat books, your Highness," snapped the girl as she glanced into the room she just entered. "I've heard word that Vize got raped. I need to know why I wasn't aware sooner."
"You were probably having a really good but naughty dream," his sarcasm dripped out in his voice. "And we needed our beauty sleep just as much as you did. Besides, it was about 3 o'clock when we've learned."
With a simple 'hmph', she turned around and got out, head high. Everyone just started at the open door, blinking. Everyone stood silent, wondering why Sanura acted that way, especially Enrique.
"I guess she's also in that time of the month," Fina said, casting away the silence. "Either that, or she just doesn't care she's in Enrique's service."
"Never mind Sanura. I'm gonna go see Vize, anyone wants to come?" Vyse asked. None answered, so Vyse simply left, hoping that Vize should be better by now, maybe waking up, perhaps already awake.
Vize hadn't awaked yet when Vyse came in his room. Although he was still comatose, Vize had most of his color back. Vyse knew that this "blood transfer" must have work. Angélique, one of the younger nurses, help the legend find the room since the infirmary was half the northwest wing. Vyse sat down on the other side of the boy that Anita and Faina was.
"Apparently, Vize's blood allows the other blood to flow. And from what I've heard by mister Doc's research, the blood that was given was a type called O, and that Vize was O, too," Angie (as she is known for short) told him.
"So if the blood type matches, you can transfer it," Vyse resulted. "Speaking of which, when Doc took some of my blood, it was to see what my type was, right?"
"I think so. He said how a type B really fitted someone, but I didn't catch whom. All I know it sounded like your name."
"So that means if Vyse gets injured like Vize, he won't be able to get blood but his own type?" Anita asked.
"Odd as it is, it can get blood from Vize's blood type, according to what mister Doc said."
Just then, the doppelganger started to moan, telling them he was slowly returning into consciousness. His eyes slowly fluttered, and then became as huge as Vyse's.
"What the? Why am I in sick bay?" he asked, and quickly went into a sitting position. He winced and put his arm around his stomach, pain within. His butt felt sore, but he didn't notice it. "Damned hunger...I hate it when I have cramps in my guts. And why do I feel weak?" The others just stared at him. Does he know that he got raped? Better ask and tell him.
"Sir, do you remember getting rape?" Angie asked, making him almost fall out of the bed.
"I'VE GOT RAPED?" he bellowed, practically blow-drying Vyse's hair. "LIKE A MEASLY LITTLE SLUT?"
None spoke, afraid to burst out in laughter. His reaction was priceless, with the hair-flying part and such. Vyse was the first to start; trying to hold it down, but it was impossible. His eyes were tearing, and his own gut started to hurt. Everyone was literally rolling on the floor, confusing the boy even more.
"Hey, rape is a serious matter, why are you guys laughing your heads off?" Vyse had a hard time to stop his fit and getting up to explained.
"It's just...heheh...the...HAHAHAHA...the way you acted...heheha...was funny..." He laughed so hard, no sound came out of his mouth. Then after a few minutes, the laughing stopped. Vyse became his serious side.
"Then what happened?" he asked. "How come you did got raped?"
Vize simply lay back down and closed his eyes.
"I was simply walking, and then I got knocked out. I guess I was out of reach for all of them. But who gives a damn if I got raped or not. If I can see my bastard of a dad dead within the next 24 hours, I'll be nothing but happy. But I doubt it would be happy enough to make me forget about my mother." His body started to tremble, like if he was cold. "I can't get her last words out of my head. It was so sudden, I just...couldn't help it."
"Because you went in her shoes, right? Because you saw things into her point of view. I bet it wasn't much of a good one," Vyse made notice. His double glanced at him. "All she felt in her life, you've felt it too, because you were near and you were her child." A hand laid itself on the patient's. "Her love for you is what keeps you going, because love is a thing that cannot die easily, even if that person's dead." The hand squeezes the other tightly. "Love is a gift from angels. You're one, but no one wants you, because of who you are. An Unwanted Angel, like those who I have read."
"You're an angel yourself, Vyse," Vize commented. "You're the source to my river of happiness, you're my brush to my painting of love. You're the one who help me fly on my broken wings, too."
Angie glanced at her patient. "I never knew you were some kind of poet, sir. I bet if you write your words, people would see who you really are."
He quickly went into a blushing frenzy. "Well, ma'am, I'm a poet because I specialize not only in impersonation, but in poetic acting. If it doesn't rhymes, it's not in the play I'm in. I don't know how many plays I have rejected just because the citations didn't rhyme at all. Rhymes are the soul of acting; poetry is the heart of rhymes. Poetry is the essence of courting, and courting brings love strengthen by time."
Everyone had his or her breath caught halfway in the throat. Vyse's hands were at his ears. Had he just heard what revealed Vize to be a sensual, romantic person?
A/N: Mrahaha. Don't I just love poetry.
Rune: *tries to recite Vize's citation*
Don't try it; wait 'til you're older.
Rune: Review, pleashe!