And this is as far as I have gotten, sorry, I am going on a retreat today and will return on Sunday, I am planning on working on the next chappie on the bus, so be patient! I am working on it!

I still don't own anything (much to my annoyance)

Anyway, here you are!

Thunder rolled ominously outside of the Bellemond Manor. Ms. Caldourflaunt, the maid, shivered and pulled the shutters shut, glancing out the window worriedly. The young Miss would now take to camping out with that strange child overnight and she hoped that she was not out there in the upcoming storm. Jii waited anxiously by the phone for young Sherry to call, he had watched over her like his own child. As the years had flown by him and the other servants were more of young Sherry's family than her own mother.

When Sherry fell down it was the cook who kissed away her tears. It was the maid who went out of her way to leave treats in her room under her pillow. It was the kitchen help who snuck her food when she was to go without supper. It was the gardener who taught her about healing herbs and how to plant a garden. It was the stable master who taught her how to ride. (When the older Ms. Bellemond was out of course) It was Jii's wife, Marigold, the cook's assistant, who went to her when she had a frightening dream. And it was Jii himself who would tell her tales and stories to put her back to sleep at night.

The older Ms. Bellemond was in her library when the call came. Learning the terrible news, she calmly walked to her room and changed out of her dark grey robe into an elegant blood red dress. Piling her hair on the top of her head expertly, she finally gave way to her emotions, and laughed. The servants could hear her appalling laughter throughout the castle and shivered. More then one glared in the direction of the eastern wing, where her room was, with hatred and contempt. Marigold buried her face in her hands and began to weep. Jii pulled his wife into his embrace and held her tightly. Sherry lay in a hospital near death while her own mother rejoiced in the misfortune of her one living child. Jii's fist clenched in anger and his arms tightened around Marigold.

Brago paced back and forth in the horrid white room. A group of people began to wail as one of the men in white spoke to them. The voices and sounds from the people were high pitch and full of pain. Brago's jaws clenched in anger, could they just shut up! If Sherry was here she'd tell him he was being insensitive, but she wasn't here, she was...napping. They needed to train so he could be king, and she was NAPPING!

It was bad enough that this place reeked of the cleaning fluid Sherry called anemia. Also the walls were so white he believed he was going mad! White, white, white, white, damn, couldn't these stupid humans find a better color? ANY color? That excluded pink...or red...or orange or yellow or green or yellow. He hated those colors. Purple would be good, Sherry loves purple. He smiled, that color reminded him of her and of the joy she brought...on second thought, purple was definitely out.

The people in mourning were still carrying on and Brago had had just about enough, "SHUT THE HELL UP!"

They were shocked out of their weeping to stare wide eyed at the smallboy who spoke so rudely. Everybody in the room glared at the mamodo, Brago glared right back. Finally he turned away and sat down angrily in the chair. The obnoxious people started up again and he found that he had to jump back up and resume pacing. Back and forth, and back and forth.

"Is there a Brago Mamodo here?"

Brago swiftly turned towards the voice, "What?"

The doctor sighed; this looked like one of those stubborn, I-am-so-tough-that-I-don't-care-for-anything-or-anyone-else-but-myself guys. "Are you the one that came with a Ms. Sherry Bellemond?"

"Yes" Brago's eyes narrowed to slits as he glared at the man, his eyes filled with suspicion.

"Well then, she is awake and wants to see you now." Brago nodded and waited for the man to lead him to his book holder.

The doctor paused, "You should first know that she has a severe concussion, broken ribs, a sprained wrist, and is suffering from severe dehydration, malnutrition, and exhaustion as well asminor frostbite.She also has some internal bleeding, it looks serious and if she is not carefully watched she could slip into a coma and not wake up."

"If any of her vitals change drastically, then call for either me or one of the nurses. If you don't……….she may all too likely die." Brago frowned and nodded. The doctor stopped by a door marked 398, and he opened the door to admit Brago.

Brago stood there dumbfounded as he stared at the pale form on the white covered bed. It couldn't be Sherry, but he knew it was Sherry. It smelled like Sherry. She lay there hooked to beeping machines looking vulnerable and small, even weaker then usual. Brago didn't even notice the doctor closing the door behind him. Bandages covered Sherry's head and a lot of her arms. Brago had no idea she had been so badly hurt.

Sherry opened her eyes and turned to look at the dark mamodo. She forced a strained smile from her lips. "Hey Brago."

She tried to sit up and failed, falling back onto the bed with a thump. Brago was at her side in an instant, "Hey." He fell silent.

"Sorry."

His head shot up, confused, "What do you mean?"

"I failed, I couldn't make you king."

Brago growled, "Shut up, you are not that badly hurt, you'll get better soon and we can go continue the fight. There can't be that many left. Then both ends of our bargain will be met and you never have to see any of us ever again."

Sherry's eyes turned away so that he couldn't read the emotions that burned in their depths. She couldn't turn fast enough and he saw a tear slip down her cheek. Puzzled he asked, "What is wrong? I figured you'd be happy if the mamodos left, after all it was us that took your friend away from you."

Sherry shook her head, "No, it was Koko's own fault that she left, and mine for not seeing who she really was. It was not Zophise's fault either; he was going with his own nature. And I could never blame you, even if I blamed the mamodos. I-" She stopped, unsure, then ventured onward, "I-I think….I love you."

Brago was shocked into speechlessness. She LOVED him? How could anyone LOVE him? Could he LOVE back? The word was so foreign to him, "love?" It felt wrong on his tongue, yet at the same time it felt so right.

"Yes Brago, I love you, and if you don't love me then fine. Because no matter what you say or do, I will always love you." Her voice became softer and Brago had to lean down to hear her speak.

Finally her breathing slowed and her eyes closed. Alarmed, Brago was unsure whether she was sleeping or not. After listening to her breathing for a bit, he relaxed, reassured that she was indeed only asleep. Brago sat down in the chair by the bed and stared at her for a minute before getting up; he needed some fresh air to think for a bit. He exited the room and walked up the stairs to the roof. He didn't see the tall woman walk into the room Sherry occupied. Or the evil smirk on the woman's face.

Sherry's mother closed the door behind her and looked down at her daughter. So weak, so frail, so pathetic. The doctor had warned her to call if anything changed with her daughter's condition. The doctor was a fool. IVs were hooked to Sherry's arms. Her mother snarled and violently tore them from her daughter's flesh. Spots of brilliant blood spattered the white floor and bed sheets.

Here she was, the evidence of her own imperfection. A daughter. Not a son. A daughter. Her son had died protecting this little brat. Ms. Bellemond sank into memory.

Ryo, her pride and joy, a tall young man of 16 with dark blond hair and sparkling green eyes, was laughing and playing with the little bundle that was his baby sister. Her short golden hair shined in the sunlight. The delicate face hinted at beauty as she grew. 2 year old Sherry was so sweet so wonderful so….perfect.

Flames and smoke filled the air. Ms. Bellemond and her son ran outside of their burning home, and looked for the servant the cared for the baby Sherry. She was nowhere to be found. Ryo panicked, he loved his baby sister and he would be damned if he let her die in that fire! He ran back inside as the entrance crashed down. Ms. Bellemond screamed at him to come back, she screamed in despair, she had lost her husband, she could not lose her children.

When the flames died down the body of Ryo Bellemond was found inthe place that had once been the nursery. Baby Sherry was found crying and safe beneath her brother'scharred body. She was completely unharmed, and Ms. Bellemond cursed that.

Frantic beeps pulled Ms. Bellemond out from her trip down memory lane and she looked at the machines hooked to her little imperfection. Her heart had begun to beat wildly. Ms. Bellemond smiled, and then waited. As Sherry's heart began to beat wilder and wilder, Ms. Bellemond was beginning to have second thoughts. Then the heart monitor flat lined. Sherry's mother stared for a bit, and then exploded into action, "NURSE! DOCTOR!"

When Brago finally returned to the hallway that Sherry's room was in he was alarmed by the large group of people swarmed near it. Breaking out into a swift jog, Brago felt a stirring of worry lace his chest. He slowed to a halt as he reached the door. A sobbing woman was being escorted from the room by two men holding her arms behind her back. Brago recognized her from a painting in Sherry's room at the manor. A memory surfaced in his mind.

He waited impatiently for Sherry to get out of her closet where she was getting dressed, so that they could get to work training again. As he waited, he noticed something he had not seen before, a large towering picture of a domineering blonde woman. Her eyes were cold and harsh, and they stared at him accusingly. Curious, he walked up to it. So intrigued by the picture, he didn't notice Sherry come out from the closet until she was right next to him. Normally this would annoy him, but he was too curious to care, "Sherry,"

"Hn."

Who is this painting of?"

She was silent for a moment, "My mother." Brago heard the note of sorrow and fear in her voice and shrugged it off,he didn't need to know anymore then necessary, he was only here to become king.

The woman was her mother then. That didn't answer any of his questions! His advanced hearing picked up what the 2 men were telling Sherry's mother, "Ms. Bellemond, you are under arrest for the attempted murder of Sherry Bellemond…." Brago's mind shut down. Murder? SHERRY!

He ran past the men and Ms. Bellemond into the room. He froze; there she was, looking even weaker. He could SMELL the death that threatened her. Brago couldn't move, his limbs were weak, his brain numb. The doctor from earlier came up behind him, startling Brago from his state.

"What is wrong with her?" Brago heard a slight tremor in his voice.

The doctor sighed, "What we feared would go wrong. Only she stopped breathing and was with out oxygen flow to her brain for a good 3 minutes. Her brain is permanently damaged. The only things keeping her alive are the machines. I won't lie to you, it looks bad."

"When will she be better?"

The doctor felt his heart bleed for the young man before him, "Never. She is never gong to wake up. You have a choice."

Brago could barely hear the doctor, "Wha-what?"

"You may either leave her on the machines until her organs deteriorate and kill her slowly and painfully, or the next of kin can take her off of the machines to die in peace." It broke the doctor's heart to see this young man go through this.

Brago could hardly get his next sentence out he was so choked up, "Who- who is her….next….of…kin?"

The doctor looked at him sympathetically, "It would have been her mother, but…..not anymore. After her though…………… Ms. Sherry listed you…."

Coldness swept through Brago.

The doctor could tell he needed time to think, "I'll leave you to think on it." With that he excused himself and left.

Brago sank into the chair by Sherry's bed. It wasn't supposed to end this way, it wasn't supposed to hurt this bad. Koko should never have died, Sherry should never have been hurt, he should have never dragged her into this. Her words from earlier came back to him,

"I could never blame you, even if I blamed the mamodos. I-I-I think….I love you."

She wouldn't want him to blame himself……..but he did. Damn you Sherry. Brago's head sank into his palms. She said she loved him. He was above love……right? He was a demon, incapable of love, right? No, that couldn't be right, otherwise, why would he be hurting so badly?

He would keep her alive. He just couldn't let her die yet. No, that wasn't right. The doctor said that she would die a slow painful death. He couldn't do that to her. But how could he choose to end her life? After he worked so hard to save it! He cared for her…………There he said it, he, the heartless dark mamodo, cared for a pathetic human, no, not a pathetic human, Sherry.

Closing his eyes, Brago imagined himself in her position, what would he want? Then he knew with out a doubt what he had to do. He stood up and looked down at how weak Sherry looked. Bending down, he pressed his pale lips against hers. With tears rolling from his eyes, he whispered, "I love you too." And then he turned from the room to tell the doctor of his decision.

PLZ DON'T KILL ME! SORRY SORRY SORRY!

OH and I was wondering, I am gonna take a vote, who wants Sherry's mom to die?

I have either one or two more chapters planned, and I hoping to be a little quicker on the update next time. See you soon!

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Alright, as I said I am working on the next chappie, I am aware it has been , forever! Just be patient!