Fuuma sat poring over tomes of ancient text. "How do I get them out?"
Kamui peeked through the door. "The citizens want to speak to the King…that would be you."
Fuuma hesitated at this statement. "No it's not…"
Images flooded back into his mind's eye. "YOU; YOU'RE NOT THE CHOSEN ONE! You will NEVER be able to rule this kingdom."
"Kyle? What are you doing yelling at him?"
Instantly Fuuma saw the servant go rigid. "He was wandering in areas he shouldn't be My Lord."
Fuuma looked up as his brother adjusted his crooked crown and saw the amber eyes filled with disbelief. "I see, I'll deal with him. Fuuma, to your room at once."
"Now what happened?"
"He just reminded me that I'm not the chosen one."
"Pfft who cares? I'm here to rule this place remember?"
No matter how bad it was, his brother was always there to make things right but now…..
Honey eyes shut and blinked back the tears as he saw his brother's lifeless hand fall to the ground. The damn bastard had a nerve to be smiling. How could he smile if he knew he was going to die?
"Can't do anything without me, can you?"
"Nii-san?! Where are you?"
"Try looking behind you."
Plain as the sun that was shining through his brother's window, his brother stood there looking very much alive, he still had his crown on, and it was still crooked. To his side stood Subaru holding his hand.
"I…what…how…"
"I told you there was one more prophecy. Love is the ever undying flame of life Fuuma, and since I 'died' to be with Subaru we were given one more chance. We've just been hiding in the mirror world to establish things."
"All this time?!"
"You and Kamui had to learn to walk the paths Subaru and I walked without going down the road of destruction. That being said, come on Subaru, I have a kingdom to run. Even though the Kingdom of Darkness and the City of Light merged, they still need a king and that will be me."
Fuuma sat and puzzled. Why was it always like this with his brother?
