Chapter Nine: Wake me up, I'm living a nightmare

"Akina. . .I love you, I love you so much. . .please. . . I'm begging you, leave with me. Take the children too, I'm afraid something will happen to you," Otsuke told the young woman, tears in his beautiful lavender eyes as he held the woman tightly. He buried his face in her neck as he began to cry softly, his fresh tears rolling down his cheeks onto Akina's soft pale skin. She wrapped her arms around the other male's shoulders, holding him as she rubbed his back comfortingly.

"I can go with you, I love Hojo. And the children should be with their father. . .He would never hurt me. . . He loves me. I'm sorry Otsuke," she whispered to him with a soft, caring smile on her slightly pink lips as she gazed over at him.

'I love Hojo, he would never hurt me" was what the Majin distinctly remembered her saying to him a week before her death. Love. . .yeah right. Pure love only existed in fairy tales. He knew that well.

Otsuke watched as his slave broke down into tears, holding the prince's limp body tightly in his arms as he buried his face into his neck. He had killed one of the few people he loved; even though Kouichi knew full well that they were brothers, he could not help but feel this way for the boy. He knew it was wrong, they were brothers, they were guys. . . of course everyone would be against it. But he loved him! He could not hold back these feelings no matter how much he tried! And now Kouji was dead! Because of him! He killed him! "I'm sorry K-kouji. . .I-I love yo-you. . .I-I do, I do," he whispered to him , ignoring every word the king uttered at his son's demise. He placed the prince's body down carefully, gently caressing his cheek before he rose to his feet. The slave's body had Kouji's blood all over it- not literally of course - from holding the dead royal for quite a while. Tears were rolling down his cheeks as he stared up at the sky, 'I was avenging mother . . . It was suppose to make me happy. But why do I feel like shit? I killed someone I love just to avenge a woman I hardly remember. . .where is the logic in that?' he thought to himself, beginning to walk off and took th eking by the collar of his shirt, dragging him along as well since he still had a job to do. The king had to die as well, right? He was a witness, of course he would do something to stop Otsuke from becoming the ruler of this kingdom. . . even though the original plan was for Kouichi to take the form of Kouichi and eventually become the king himself. But the plan was changing. Even if the Majin did not like it. Otsuke soon followed after his slave, wondering what he was going to do with the king.

"Why is it that you care so much about him? You love him. . .he's your twin. You're basically lusting after yourself," Otsuke teased, making fun of his little slave for falling in love with his own twin, thinking that it was quite inappropriate. Kouichi stopped walking, just gazing down at the floor with a blank expression on his face.

"I know, Master Otsuke. It's sick. It's wrong." answered Kouichi, "But oddly, Kouji loved me too. I don't know why- it's not just lust. It's love. We were in love," he explained, letting out a soft sigh as he gazed up at the ceiling. "'Forget family. . .forget friends. . .forget about love." the slave told himself, slowly closing his deep blue eyes "They only cause you pain. Live only for your master, you love only to serve him," Kouichi hissed under his breath, not noticing that two people came into the room as he was speaking. The familiar blond let out a shriek, seeing the prince's dead body on the balcony behind the Majin and his slave, soon beginning to try while the brunette next to her bore a death glare at the two. Takuya's eyes narrowed at Kouichi,

"You son of a bitch. . .You killed him, he trusted you and you killed him. . .didn't you?" he had hissed, clenching his fists tightly as he soon shouted: "You know he loved you!! Why?! Why did you do that!!?" he screamed, demanding an answer. Takuya knew full well that the prince cared deeply for his slave, it was obvious.

Kouichi looked over at the fire user, "Because I could." he answered simply, not providing a better answer for the other boy deliberately. He smirked slightly at Takuya, "Love. . .friendship. . .they are all useless. I do not need them, I do not wish to have them. All I need is master, he is all I need to survive," he whispered as a crazed look appeared in his eyes that were slowly transitioning to a reddish color, like Kouhei's. "But what could you possibly understand? We come different worlds,"

"But Kouichi!! Being a slave is no reason to do this!! And you know it!" exclaimed Takuya angrily, clenching his fists tightly as well, blood actually dripping form his palms from where his nails were digging in.

"You don't know anything about me!! How do you know how I possibly feel?!" Kouichi screamed back, holding Hojo up a bit. "This bastard killed my mother, and his son died for it. And we're not even yet," he hissed, throwing the man against the wall and walked over to the blond and the fire user with a small smirk before he grabbed Takuya by the collar of his shirt and pulled him forward. "And if you don't leave now, I'll kill you along with that shit-head you call a king," Kouichi told him with an innocent smile on his lips.

'His eyes. . .they're not the same' Takuya noticed, seeing that the slave's eyes were no longer kind, and warm like they once was but they were cold, and filled with malice. What was he going to do? If he fought this boy, he may die. . .even if Izumi helped him, Otsuke could easily kill one of them with a spell... they had to get rid of Otsuke. They had to make some sort of distraction. And illusion? Yes, maybe. But would he see right through it? Perhaps, but it was worth a try. "Izumi, conjure up an illusion," whispered the fire user to the beautiful blond beside him, nudging her in the side gently. Izumi nodded her head, thinking for a moment of what to conjure up and gazed at Kouichi for a moment. She knew. She would conjure up Akina, she was trying to determine what she would look like by looking at Kouichi.

A woman with long bluish black hair stood outside before the fallen prince, her deep blue eyes that were the color of sapphires were filled with sadness for the boy. She was dressed in a beautiful white medieval style gown which showed the curves of her body. This was no illusion. This was Akina.

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Short chapter... I know. But I'm not sure when I would be able to update again since I've been busy with school. But good thing Spring Break will be coming up in a while so I would surely be able to add another chapter! I'm keeping you hanging on this one 3