We're now back in the present...

And I'll add a warning too...

Warning(s) : THERE MIGHT OR MIGHT NOT HAVE A CHARACTER DEATH AT THE END OF THE STORY. It will depend on my mood.

On that.

~*~*~*~ The Magic In The Word 'Fate' ~*~*~*~

"Who's the real monsters now ?! A-And then, I met you. I knew I wasn't supposed to be any close to you and yet there I am ! Only to be bloody broken at the end !" He cried out as the painful memories got back into his brain, hurting him more than ever.

They say you learn from the past, but Arthur pushed it too many times to get anything from it except if it was pain and anger.

Francis remained silent, not knowing what to say anymore. He hesitantly raised up and slowly walk forward to Arthur. At each step he took, the young sorcerer seemed to be more and more defensive of the twins hided under his wings. He already lost the majority of his family, he wasn't ready to lose the other half. Just like a carnivorous animal protecting what he cared for.

Strangely, when Francis reached to him and put his hand on his shoulder, all Arthur could was losing his menacing attitude, gasping as his eyes widened. He wasn't necessarily... Expecting this. He slowly moved his gaze up to meet the Frenchman's ocean blue eyes.

"I'm sorry." Francis whispered. He continued when he noticed that the sorcerer was snarling at him. "I didn't know about all that. I didn't know about your family nor about what really happened in this legend. You see, it's hard to learn the truth, when those telling you so were murderer. I am ashamed to see that I've been one of them for so long, even if I wasn't the one to burn down your house..." He sighed. "I understand if you aren't able to forgive me right away, because I won't forgive myself either..."

On that, he slowly walked apart the other, moving his gaze away as well. Having such a vision right now was making him strangely curious, wondering which vision was the reality. Yet, it's effect was only temporary. Soon enough, everything faded back to their normal states.

"Say..." Francis nervously laughed. "When I was Matthew and Alfred's age, I... I actually had a family. I haven't been an orphan all my life."

Arthur looked up at him curiously, remaining silent ever since the tears stopped to pour on his face. Francis once told him that he didn't have a family and that he lived under foster care until he reached college, but never mentioned a single thing about his biological family.

"I loved them really much. My mother was the kindest person I've known in my life, even kinder than Mrs. Andersson... And... And my father was nice too. He was always bringing me on ride with him. We had so much fun together." His eyes darkened. "Then, by accident, my mother and I walked on him when he was doing a black magic ritual in the basement. Out of rage he..."

Francis trailed off, his soft smile completely faded. He didn't need to continue his story to understand what happened to him and his mother.

"I ran away as fast as I could, my mother serving me as a shield. I... I never been much of a magic lover afterward and even by being a hybrid just like you, I was born as a complete human. No special vision, no magic power, nothing. Mrs. Andersson took me up... Then I left when I was seventeen, the same day you arrived at her house."

It was a weird moment. Both of them were trying to understand eachother. They stayed there, silent, scanning every moves committed by the other. Then, before both of them talk, Matthew raised up followed by Alfred as they made their way up to Francis. They stopped their walk when they had to raise their head to see his face.

"All you need is a family then ! Like that you won't hate us anymore !" Alfred nodded to his own statement, his blue eyes flashing. In those case, that meant that he saw something that would happen in the future. The problem is that it doesn't always happen like that... Like when their house burned... He didn't see it... But now that he've seen something, he wasn't going to let go of it.

"You could come with us... Arthur is always lonely..." Matthew whispered. "And I want to learn French like you promised me..."

The young adults stayed frozen in front of the children cheerfulness. They were quick on forgiving someone. At the same time... Arthur felt bad. He should have been a model for them like their father was, not act so cowardly toward someone he was afraid to lose. Even then, if the twins wouldn't have been there, maybe Francis would have run off.

On his side, even if the twins once looked like demon some minutes ago, Francis couldn't help but have his heart melt at such puppy eyed face.

"Oh Alfred and Matthieu... You have too pure hearts to be even alive." He whispered, ruffling their hair. Matthew got closer and hugged the Frenchman's legs. Once he parted away, Francis kneeled down to their sizes.

"Be good boys okay ? Your... Your big brother need to be taken care off."

"You're leaving ?!"

"I don't think after everything I've said against you or what you are make me deserve to be any close of you for a while, I'm sorry... On the mean time, I'll do everything I can to be forgiven alright ?"

"But the lads are right you know ?"

Francis raised up his face to meet Arthur's eyes. "Mh ?"

"It's lonely at home..." Arthur mumbled embarrassed. No, he wasn't any close to forgive the other, but he was even more scared to lose the other. It's the first person he had been emotionally attached to in years, he couldn't let him walk away just like that.

"You're sure about what you say Arthur ?.." Francis' eyes slightly widened.

"Come on, I haven't show you were we live yet." He muttered, turning around and already leaving, followed closely by Matthew and Alfred.

Francis jumped up happily, running off to join the small family.

"So you forgive me too ?!"

"In your dreams frog." Arthur smirked, giving him a small punch on his arm.