Prompt word(s) used: Foolish/Remember, April 10, 2018

a/n: A prompt fill for my discord ladies! I'm trying to get myself back into writing again.
Warnings: Small spoilers ahead for those who haven't read the recent Kuroshitsuji manga. However the name still wasn't yet revealed, so the one I chose is not canon.

His palms hurt. The sight of her in his bed, with thick gauzes everywhere on her body, stilled his heart and burned his throat. He knew better, that she's still alive, but with how comatose she seemed to be, swelled the panic within him.

Detaching the nails from his skin he reached over to grasp her hand—her slim fingers barely remained free from the gauze, though her nails, all torn and chipped, were hard to look at. Biting back urges to whimper—he didn't want to wake her from her much needed rest, he wanted so bad to bury his head in her chest and pretended that nothing bad ever happened.

Lying to himself didn't help, but…

"Young Master?" a soft whisper aroused him from his despair, and he saw a pair of mismatched eyes reflecting her worries.

He remembered how beautifully dark they were, and now…they were broken with one dull and gray. It was hard convincing himself she was his angel, because of how broken she looked. Cracks of red burns spread throughout her white skin, ruining the perfectness that she once was. Even her night black hair was frayed, cut crudely short to remove most of her dignity by those cruel ones who ripped her body apart. Even though gauzes hid most of these proofs, he still couldn't push the memory of her destroyed state aside.

He wanted to weep again.

"Go back to sleep." He begged, "You needed your rest."

She blinked blearily at him, not believing his wobbly voice, "Young Master, so do you." With noticeable strain, she rose an arm from the other side, "Why don't you come on this side and sleep with me? This is now your bed after all." She curled in her calloused fingers over his tinier digits, to give what comfort she could offer.

Shaking his head he tried to deny her, "I shouldn't. I might hurt you."

"Young Master," she sighed, "please. I will sleep better knowing you're resting."

"But—"

Her eyes softened, a rarity from his caretaker, "Please don't lie to me." She tugged on him, "Be selfish and disregard my health."

Screwing his lips he stared longingly at the empty space she was offering him. He turned his eyes back to the ruined face of hers, "Kagome, I…I will look out for your health from now on." He promised, "Please, don't push yourself any more than you needed to, if not for yourself then for me."

How does one make an order? He was too soft hearted still.

"As you wish." She murmured, resting her hand on her thickly wrapped chest, "Rest your tired soul by me." She invited again.

With brief hesitance, he stood from the chair he had pushed up to his bed—to be closer to Kagome, his mentor and the one he was most fond of in his happier days. With quick even steps he moved to the end of the mattress—he wasn't going to climb over his angel given her poor state, and inserted himself into the empty side she wanted him to be on.

Mindful of her body, he ravished in her warmth.

Kagome had a tiny frown and tugged on the blanket he was on, "Master, you'll catch a cold. Please, cover yourself."

Without a lick of protest, he shoved his tiny body underneath and curled against her side, though not touching. It was safe there, being with her, but…she wasn't soft as she should've been because of her wounds.

His fingers dug deep into the sheet, and his eyes feel heavy with incoming tears, "I'm…I'm so sorry, Kagome."

"Don't." She chipped in, "You've done nothing wrong, and I sacrificed myself for you and your family. I will do so again."

Whimpers strangled their ways out from his throat, as he screwed his eyes shut, "But why!? I don't deserve you…You don't need to do that."

A hand, the gauze catching his hair, rested over his head, and aroused open his wet eyes, "Young Master," Kagome murmured, "Because you and your family gave me purposes, and loved me truly without judgment. In turn, I will forever be loyal and give what left of my heart to you. Do you understand? I will not do otherwise." Her body deflated in a sigh, "If it means you will be happy, I will surrender everything, from my limb to my life, to ensure so. Even if it will mean I will carry on the lies you've conjured, for your brother's honor."

He sounded a choking sob, "Kagome…"

"But," She departed her hand and returned it to her side, "I will refuse to call you by that name. You will always be Astre to me, that child who adores the life itself. I will remember him as that child who loves nothing more than to sit on my lap and read with me, that child who always call for me in his night terror…I promised your father I will never lie. I will not lie to you." There was a steely determination in her placid voice.

Throwing all the cautions in the wind Astre pressed his head against her frame and sobbed, "I love you…I'm so, so sorry…"

Kagome, with jerky stiffness, woven in her casted arm to his back and pulled him into a hug. She nuzzled in his hair and sighed at the boy's sobbing. "It's never your fault, Young Master, never your fault."

Softening his cried rage bubbled from the pit of his stomach, and words flew from his chapped lips, "I'll destroy all of them! I promise you, Kagome! I'll make them suffer for what they did to you, to us!" He pressed his wet face on her neck and clenched in her white garb closer to him.

Like she'd draw away from him, stunning him like she did before.

He wasn't going to let her go.

Kagome slid shut her eyes and sighed, silently grieved for his soul forever corrupted.