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Two days had passed, the two strangers were now for already two days in Slaine's house. Both still unconscious, but he saw gradually some improvements in their health. Slaine was very anxious that the boy wouldn't make it in the beginning, since his cadaverous face was filled with sweat and dark circles below his eyes. But to his reassurance he saw yesterday finally some rosy tint on his cheeks. And when Slaine sat along the bed of the unknown girl, it seemed that some times she was trying to open her eyes.

But despite all that, there was nothing that Slaine could do for the two now, and if they wouldn't wake up soon, they would also starve.

Slaine had canceled work the last few days, with the excuse that he was sick, but he couldn't endure that for long, he needed the money, but to leave two sick people and strangers alone in his house wasn't an option either.

So now two days later, he was sitting at his small homemade wooden kitchen-table with a hot cup of tomato soup before him, his fingers wrapped around the hot bowl as the steam from the soup heated his icy face. Since Slaine had sacrificed his places to sleep he now slept for two days without a blanket on the cold, hard ground. It was just wait and see until the common cold came up.

He had barely slept since he constantly almost froze, and the dark circles beneath his eyes were clearly visible.

But that cup of soup did him well, he could feel himself getting somewhat warmer and when he was finished he put his bowl in the sink and went to the back of the house to gather some new wood for in the fireplace. Once he found some good pieces, he fled back inside and walked to the fireplace next to the couch. He gave the unknown guy one glance before he tried to make the fire bigger.

When the fire was burning good again, he rubbed his hands to make them bit warmer. Suddenly he heard some rustling behind him, he turned around and saw that the boy made an attempt to sit up straight.

"N-No, don't!" Slaine said worried as he hurried over to him, he helped him sitting up straight as he saw how he clenched his teeth's in pain. "You're not strong enough yet, here!" He said and gave him a glass of water. The boy looked distrustful at him through his half closed eyes, but Slaine saw that he yearned for the water in his hands. It was clear that the boy didn't wanted to be helped so Slaine just handed him the glass of water.

"W-Why?" The guy then said, after he carefully took some gulps. "H-Heh?" Slaine answered confused.

"Why did you help us?" He stared blankly at Slaine, as if there was no emotion behind his words.

"Well it's not like I can ignore two injured people asking for my help anyways, besides you two look quite familiar to me.."

"H-How is s-she?" The boy looked very tired, and he was clearly in pain.

"She looks fine, I guess she'll wake up any moment, d-do you need anything, some soup or maybe some painkillers." Slaine asked him silently and calm as he stood up again. "No." He heard, what he'd expected, so he turned around to the kitchen and took a bowl of soup anyway. He placed it besides the couch on a small table and said. "Take it if you want. I'll check on her again for you."

The guy didn't replied, he just stared through the slats outside. Slaine just sighed and made his way to the bedroom. He carefully entered the dark room, with every step he took the wooden floor beneath his feet creaked. He lighted the candle next to the bed and watched how the tiny flames, highlighted the girl's face.

Suddenly he felt his heart pounding a little faster, he gazed at her soft skin and stunning face. When he suddenly sensed that his face became red, he was startled that he found her looking so beautiful, that was the issue. There was never anyone other than the princess who had this effect on him, but now he looked more attentively at her, she looked really, really like princess Asseylum. Of course her hair was different and he only seen her eyes closed till now, but her face-shape and smooth skin, it was almost Asseylum herself.

But now pondered more deeply about it, the white-haired boy looked much like the boy he called 'Orange' too. Of course he had only see Orange for a little moment before he shot him, he was probably imagining things. Slaine firmly shook his head, trying to get those thoughts out of his head "I'm just seeing ghosts." he said to himself. "I saw them both dead with my own eyes, right?"

He tightened the distances between him and the girl in bed, as he checked for her fever and heartbeat. Everything seemed to be fine, so he returned to the living-room. When he entered the room, he saw the guy in the same position as before, however the bowl was now empty. With a small smirk Slaine again made his way to the couch and asked. "What's your name?"

The guy didn't turned around and silence filled the air.

"Inaho.." He then suddenly said. "Inaho Kaizuka, yours?"

"Slaine Troyard." Then finally he turned around to face Slaine. He eyes were looking dull, but not as distrusting as before, no he looked way warmer and more open. Then suddenly Inaho lifted his hand and lay it down on his head.

Slaine looked at him full confusion, but his eyes grew wide when he saw that he pulled of a white wig and his short tousled brown hair showed up.

"O-O-Orange?!" Slaine said in disbelieve, his eyes still wide open as he started to tremble. "Y-You are Orange, I'm not imagining this, right? I thought you were dead." Slaine started calm, but his voice became more panicked at the end.

"I almost was but... Asseylum saved me."

Upon hearing that last phrase, Slaine suddenly felt very heavy. Everything started to turn, a variety of words haunted his mind, without that he noticed it the tears were pouring down.

Inaho looked at him, seeing him standing there, like a zombie he stared in front of him, one tear to another falling to the ground. "I left her..." He mumbled. "I just left her for dead..." His voice was extremely soft, but Inaho was able to hear it. On that moment Slaine became to heavy for his legs to carry as he sank to the ground.

On hands and knees he stared to the ground, as his silent crying, became harder, his sobbing became screaming and blinded by his tears he crouched together. "HOW COULD I ABANDON HER!?" He yelled.

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