An Unbearable Fact: 4/??
Title: An Unbearable Fact
Chapters: 4/??
Author:
darkwonderland3
Genre: AU/Romance/ Psychological/Angst
Warnings: Language, sexual scenes, mental diseases, violence, character death, suicide attempts, rape.
Rating: NC17
Pairings/Characters: Uruha/Aoi, Reita/Kai
Synopsis: When you lose the only person who loves you from the deepest of her heart, can you go on living? Do you manage to smile again? Can you fight against those demons who break you?
Previous Chapters: Prologue, 1, 2, 3
"Mom... Why are we here? And where are we?"
"This will do, just you and me darling. Don't be afraid."
"It's all dark mom.... I want to get out!"
"Don't scream mommy is here. Mommy will always be here"
"I want to go back playing... I don't like here.... Let me out!"
"Don't you want to stay with mommy?"
"No..."
"Don't you love your mommy anymore?"
"I do... I do love mommy. But I don't want to stay here..."
"You will stay with me darling. If you love mommy you have to stay."
"Okay..."
"You're a good boy. Mommy is proud of you."
The little boy was scared. His entire body was shaking. All that he wanted was to go back in his bedroom and play with the little cars his father gave him. He didn't know why his mother brought him here, in this dark and cold place. He hated the dark. It scared him and made him have nightmares at night. But if mommy was there, everything should be alright... Right? From that day the little boy was no longer only afraid of the dark.
It was still pitch-black when Yutaka woke up. Cold had managed to make its way to their bedroom, but the boy was not cold unlike two bodies wrapped in a thin blanket. And he stayed there, sat on his bed with his covers on his knees, looking at each sleeping boys. One of Takanori's arms was hanging off the bed and was swaying from time to time, giving Yutaka a mad desire to stop its swingings in a painful way. The little boy seemed to be trapped in a nightmare again and he was shaking in fear and cold which made Yutaka smile. But what widens the smile of the young man was what he saw in the bed opposite. Yuu was tenderly snuggled against Kouyou, his head laid on his torso and his skeletal fingers were holding the pyjama top of the other boy whose arms were protectively around his fragile body. This vision pleased him so much that he let a cold and frightening laugh escape from his mouth. He simply found them lovely. Especially Yuu. He loved that fragility that had left its marks to Yuu's core, but also the young boy's pain. He loved them so much he wanted to bring them to fever pitch. Other laughters left his mouth and he tried anyway to be discreet so as to not wake up his roommates. But in vain. In front of him someone slowly stood up trying not to wake the person next to him, then carefully got out of bed loosening at the same time the fingers on his clothing. He took advantage of a few seconds to stroke the teenager ebony hair before turning over and facing Yutaka who still had his sarcastic smile. Kouyou then walked to the other boy and without warning took violently his chin in one of his hands.
"Don't do anything today or you will regret it." He whispered, but you could clearly hear anger in his voice.
Kouyou saw red. But the teenager was not angry towards Yutaka. He was rather against what was harming him. The "puppet" as the brown-haired boy called it so often. And Kouyou had made a promise to Akira almost a year ago. He could therefore definitely not get angry at Yutaka. Not even allow himself to hurt him. He'd made him the promise to take over when he wouldn't be there due to one of his fits, to take care of Yutaka and Takanori and now of Yuu as well. Play the role of a big brother until he would come back. He had to protect them from their fears, calm their shivers, wipe their tears. He'd made him this promise and Kouyou always kept his promises.
After letting go of him and sent a last look to Yuu still asleep, he climbed the little ladder leading to his bed and wrapped himself in the blankets, his head turned to the young anorexic boy. Now he couldn't go back to sleep. The puppet had pulled him out of his dreams thus removing any trace of sleep in him, and he feared now that it would hurt someone. Including Yutaka. But it did nothing else but stay sat in the middle of the bed and sang with a dark and dull voice which never had the slightest effect on Kouyou.
"Ainsi font, font, font
Les petites marionnettes,
Ainsi font, font, font
Trois petits tours et puis s'en vont."
Yutaka didn't know this nursery rhyme, he didn't know what a nursery rhyme was by the way. He only remembered that it had one day, at the very beginning, whispered those lyrics and since then this nursery rhyme followed him everywhere and it amused itself singing it every time the puppet had the opportunity to show itself. Yutaka didn't like it. It scared him. Just like this dark and dusty attic. The boy always had the impression that the puppet took perverse pleasure in making him remember what had happened in the attic. And he didn't like it. He already had shouted several times to stop singing, but it never stayed quiet. And it continued over and over again until the puppet was tired of this little being that was squirming in pain under its voice like a gross worm being cut in half. Then it went away for a moment, leaving Yutaka all alone in a scary and deplorable state. In his moments of clarity the young boy often asked himself why all of this had happened to him and not to another little boy. He also said to himself that it would have been better if he never was born. He wouldn't have had to suffer all of this and the puppet would have never come into being. Yes, that would have been better. But also painful. Mommy often said to him that she had always wanted a cute and smiling little boy. And it's because his mother told him that that Yutaka smiled on every opportunity when he was a kid. He loved his mother so much that he always had done everything to make her happy. He always had obeyed to her and under any circumstances. But sometimes Yutaka didn't understand why his mother hurt him so much. Even today he didn't understand why she took him in that attic, why she hurt his little body when she was always saying that "mommy loves her little boy". And even if he asked the puppet it never gave him any answer.
"Puis elles danseront
Les petites marionnettes,
Puis elles danseront
Quand les enfants dormiront."
The puppet was a monster, a bogeyman who was hiding in the darkness and came slowly and noiselessly into his bedroom. He then stealthily walked to little Yutaka's bed knowing perfectly well that he hadn't managed to fall asleep, removed the blanket with a slowness that made the little boy shiver, and hurt him while taking great care that the child makes no noise. Like every time it came into this room. And they were hurting that poor little boy. The puppet and the bogeyman who were just one entity. They were hurting him until the moment little Yutaka was too tired to beg for them to stop. They then left the room as quietly as they came in and left the boy laid on his bed, curled up on himself and crying his eyes out. Yutaka continued to sing until Takanori and Yuu wake up, which made him smile devilishly when he saw the teenager was still half asleep.
The teenager with white extensions gently rubbed his eyes and noticed that once again he was alone in his bed. The day before when the lights turned off, indicating the curfew, Yuu hadn't been able to fall asleep. Too afraid of a possible nightmare that could prevent him from enjoying the little time of sleep he could get. He had then spent an hour, maybe two, to look at a stain on the ground until he heard the crumpling sound of the covers from the bed in front of his. He then saw Kouyou slowly leave his bed and come closer to him, then sit on the edge of the bed before hesitantly stroking his dark hair. Yuu didn't move, but kept staring into space without trying to reject the other boy. However he stepped back after a few minutes until he could feel the wall against his back. Kouyou took this as an invitation and slid almost immediately under the covers, putting his arms around his roommate's skeletal body. Yuu had been finally able to fall asleep a few moments after feeling gently touches on his back and in his hair. He wondered what he had done wrong so that Kouyou didn't want to stay with him all night long. Why would he go back in his own bed and leave him alone? The teenager had to face the facts. Despite his little attentions at nights when everyone was asleep, he didn't want to take care of someone like him. He didn't want to reassure him. It has been a long time since someone did it so why today? And why him? It was hurting him to realize that once again he was alone. As alone as when he was still a child when she was gone.
Putting on his face his mask made of pain he locked himself in the small bathroom and realized the same gestures day after day, even there, then went towards the canteen as soon as he got dressed. However, he didn't want to sit at this table among the other anorexics, but he forced himself to do it. Because Akira would have taken him by his arm and made him sit with them. He would have talked to him, told him to eat a little more because he didn't want to see a nurse force him to swallow more food. He had to admit he missed the blond boy. Three days had passed since his fit during breakfast time. Yuu had cried a lot after he went back to his bedroom. He had stayed the entire day curled up on his bed crying all the tears he could still shed. Because that moment had reminded him bad memories, because it was hurting him to have to remember all those things. One or two nurses had come at some moments of the day to make sure of Yuu's state. They had spent long minutes trying to calm him as best possible and carefully watched by a certain chestnut haired boy. Kouyou hadn't waited a single second when the light switched off to leave his bed and go into Yuu's one who he strongly hugged in his arms. That day all he wanted was to calm the young anorexic boy and stop his tears. What the others could think about it and say to him about this, he didn't care.
When Yuu swallowed his last spoonful he noticed that, unconsciously, he had practically emptied his bowl. He was even more surprised when he didn't feel the urge to vomit. And that morning he promised to himself that he wouldn't go make himself vomit as soon as he would leave the canteen. He was doing it for Akira and not for himself. Because the blond boy would be proud of him when he'd come back. He would smile again and forget what he had done to Yuu. And it's standing up from his chair that he noticed he was one of the last patient to still be in the canteen. In the room he saw neither Takanori nor Yutaka and even less Kouyou. Had they even took their breakfast? He didn't know. Because he had paid attention to nothing. He was in his little bubble, in his own world far away from that reality that was hurting him. And in his thoughts which did everything to lead him on the path of his painful memories. As always.
He didn't dwell upon their absence and immediately left the canteen and despite the cold wind that was blowing outside, he decided to spend a little time outside in the garden. As soon as he crossed the door leading to the garden, a cold breeze embraced his body. But he didn't care. He only wanted to stay outside, get some fresh air and not feeling locked in. Walking, feeling the wind against his skin, see the grey sky above his head. And once again the same question came to his mind. Why did he lock him in this mental hospital? Yuu didn't understand. Knowing his father he would never had done such a thing. Someone had certainly had to convince him to do it. He didn't see any other answer to this question. And Yuu secretly hoped he would never leave this hospital any time soon. It was quite contradictory. He didn't want to stay locked in there, but at the same time he didn't want to leave this place. Yuu was lost and was horribly scared. The day before he had seen people who were unknown to him. Adults. But they weren't neither doctors nor psychiatrists. Yuu had immediately noticed it. Takanori had then explained to him that these people were in fact patients' parents. Most of patients had the right once a week to had visit from their family for an hour, sometimes less. And since then Yuu asked himself if he was going to come too. What would he do if it'd happen? The idea of seeing him between these walls sent shivers down his spine. He didn't want to see his father here. The boy sincerely hoped that he would never come and thus leave him in peace.
Noise near him caught his attention and naturally curious Yuu walked to the big oak located in the back of the garden. He didn't like this tree, it was frightening him. It wasn't big bare branches he was seeing, but two big and rough hands ready to wring his neck at any moment. He would have wanted to turn around, but the noise which turned out to be a laugh made him walk forward. Yuu walked around the tree and found Yutaka crouching holding in his hands the corpse of a sparrow. What was Yutaka doing hidden from the nurses' eyes with a dead animal in his hands? And why was he laughing like that? Yuu wanted to move back, but it was as if he was paralized. And then the other boy had already noticed him, it was too late to run away.
The young boy stood up with his bird, whose head was split, still in his hands and got closer to his roommate, an evil smile on his lips. He then brought his hands full of blood closer to Yuu's face and let the bird fall at his feet with a devilish laugh. Yutaka took his face between his hands putting blood on Yuu's cheeks and while still laughing he brought his lips closer to the taller boy's ear.
"My bird is broken..."
"..."
"It no longer flies..."
"What... What did you do?" He asked in a frightened whisper.
"Tell me Yuu do you want to be my bird?"
Yutaka slowly stroked his cheeks spreading a little more blood on his face and laughed again, endlessly. Yuu was shaking while tears started to run on his face. He was scared, horribly scared because he knew this situation too well. And he didn't want to relive it again. Never again. And when Yutaka was about to bite his earlobe he got rid of his embrace and ran as fast as he could indoors. He pushed some people, missed a few stairs and came hurtling into their bedroom making Takanori who was as always in front of the window, jump with surprise. Letting his tears run the teenager went to lock himself in the bathroom without noticing that another person was already in there. And he stayed there leant against the door and his head down, and cried. Again and again. Without paying the slightest attention to the other boy. Kouyou, him, had suddenly turned over when he had heard the door open. He didn't expect to see Yuu at all, moreover in tears. So that's why, after the surprise was gone, he came close to the teenager in tears and slowly lifted his head. What he saw on his pale face didn't please him. To see all this blood angered him, but he controlled himself not wanting to scare Yuu more than he already was. The teenager in front of him didn't dare to look at him although Kouyou insisted to see his eyes. Yuu always looked away. He didn't want to show himself as weak in front of someone. He was too ashamed to be like that. But it wasn't his fault and he knew it.
Taking his eyes off Yuu's body Kouyou went back to the sink and moistened a flannel and then went back to Yuu. He gently took the teenager by his hand and without scaring him made him sit on the piece of furniture and started to wipe the blood on his cheeks.
"Did you hurt yourself somewhere?" He murmured while stroking the back of his hand with his thumb.
"No it's... It's not mine..."
"Tell me."
"It's Yutaka he... he... with a bird... he had blood.... on his hands..."
"Where is he?" Kouyou asked taking his face between his hands.
"In the garden... near the oak..."
"Stay here I'll be right back. Don't be afraid."
Under the influence of an urge he put his lips on Yuu's forehead before wiping some tears that were still on his face then left the little bathroom and the building. He could have bet on it that something was going to happen with Yutaka. Because he had seen the expression in his eyes this morning, because he had heard him sing. And when Yutaka was singing it was never a good sign. That meant it was back and it was going to have a lot of fun. Kouyou hated when the boy had fits. Because he saw clearly that the puppet was taking a perverse pleasure in hurting everyone around it.
It's with a rapid step that he walked to the large oak. He found there Yutaka sit against the tree, his legs against his torso and his face hidden in his knees. The chestnut haired boy could hear him sob and he would have loved to feel sorry for him, but he felt nothing inside of him. Not even a heartache. That Yutaka feel bad had no effect on him. He was just angry against it. That was all. Kouyou still made an effort and helped him to stand up then took him in his arms and tried to whisper him soothing words. The same words he was whispering to Yuu at night. Kouyou remained patient with his roommate while keeping a watch on some of the nursing staff who had dared to go outside. If one of them would see Yutaka in this state, hands covered in blood, the younger boy would be in for a rough time. And himself too maybe. That's why he told him to hide his hands in his pockets and to follow him to their bedroom. But before that Kouyou wiped his tears on his cheeks and Yutaka followed him docilely.
When he got a grip on himself the first thing he had seen was the blood on his hands and the corpse of the sparrow near him. He had then understood that once again it had come back and had played with him. The only problem was that he never remembered his fits. He never managed to remember what had happened. Because the puppet controlled everything. His mind, but his body too. It forced itself on him, became embedded in every pore of his skin, meddled in his head only to leave him when it was satisfied with its games.
The teenager stopped in the middle of the stairs feeling that once again he was about to tear up, and looked at Kouyou with lost eyes, a cry for help. The other boy noticing that Yutaka wasn't following him anymore turned over and saw the few tears in the corner of his eyes. He went down the few stairs and took him once again in his arms as softly as he could do.
"Don't cry. Akira will be back soon and everything will be better." He said hoping that this would calm him down a little.
"I can't stand it..."
"I know. I know Yutaka. Come before they see you like that."
Taking him by his wrist he led him to their bedroom then ordered him to make the blood on his hands disappear. As for Kouyou he immediately went back to the bathroom in order to be with Yuu, like he had said to him. Except that there was no trace of Yuu in the room. He was no longer sitting on the piece of furniture as when he had left him or even curled up in a corner against the wall. Yet he wasn't gone for a long time he would have certainly seen him in the corridors. Retracing his steps he asked Takanori if he had seen Yuu left the room, but seeing that the little boy was immersed in his contemplation of the outside he said no words. The outside was the garden. And in the garden there was the young depressed boy's object of fascination. The weeping willow. Kouyou suddenly got it and that's why he quickly left the room and ran in the corridors even though he knew it was forbidden. He had noticed from the first day that he seemed to be like Takanori too. Not because he had cry after Akira's and Yutaka's questions, but because he had seen a great pain in these dark eyes when their eyes had met when he was reading on his bed. And if he had noticed such a thing he thought that maybe this boy must have been fascinated by the weeping willow too. Kouyou then quickened the pace of his steps as he already was on the ground floor. Yutaka had traumatized the teenager with highlighted hair, that point Kouyou had understood it well. When he had burst into the bathroom earlier, he had seen his body shiver and his eyes reflecting fear. He didn't need to see more to understand that something, and in that case someone, had frightened him.
In the garden, the boy walked quickly to the weeping willow whose branches had yellowed with the season. Hidden behind them he could see a body shaking like a leaf, a face hidden in hands. Moving aside the branches the young man sat next to Yuu and, slowly, put his arms around his thin body. The teenager struggled weakly when he felt hands against his back, but stopped any movement when he recognized this smell which calmed him during nights. He then made no further movements, but only shed tears while Kouyou was rocking him gently. It was only after long minutes that Yuu's sobs finally calmed down. He was exhausted to have cried that much, exhausted to always be scared, exhausted of his memories that gave him a hard time. Exhausted of everything, of his weakness, of waking up every morning. Exhausted. So he let his head rest on Kouyou's shoulder and his hand lay on the grass, tearing at some times several blades.
"So this is where you were hiding." Kouyou said while stroking his dark hair.
"..."
"You know, Yutaka is sorry. It's not his fault. He didn't want to scare you."
"Leave me alone..."
"No. Not in your state."
"Please..."
"What's wrong?" He whispered in his ear.
"I can't handle it anymore... These memories, these voices, these images that terrorize me... I would have loved to not wake up that day, but everybody is stopping me from it! I just want people to let me leave!"
"Don't say that..."
"All I want is to die. To forget and finally be rid of all this... And I don't even know why I'm telling you this... How the problems of an anorexic and depressive boy like me could interest you? Nobody cares so why would you?"
Kouyou didn't know what to say. He didn't know himself why he wanted so much to take care of him. He only knew that he had to do it. That was all. In his head when he saw Yuu feeling bad, when he heard him cry in his bed because of a nightmare, a voice was telling him to go reassure him, to take him in his arms and never let him go. Kouyou only knew anger and pain since he was in that hospital. And it wasn't because he was angry or hurt that he was caring about Yuu. What he was feeling inside was unknown and he didn't like that. Because it was hurting him a little. But he couldn't and didn't have the right to be angry towards Yuu. It wasn't his fault if Kouyou was hurt inside. The chestnut haired boy was the only responsible of his own pain and ignorance. The young man stayed long moments rocking Yuu until he felt his cold hands on his own. The boy was freezing, he then decided it was time for them to go back inside.
* * *
During dinner, at the table where the four boys were, reigned a calm that could have been described as horrifying. Normally there was always some kind of discussion when it wasn't broken by one of Kouyou's emotional outburst, even since Yuu's arrival. But here the four boys were all in their own thoughts. Takanori was still suffering from Akira's absence and had been hoping all day long that the boy would come back soon. Yutaka made all his possible not to cross Yuu's gaze in front of him. He still felt guilty for what had happened this morning even though he wasn't really to blame. As for Yuu he was forcing himself to swallow what was in his plate, still thinking about his outburst in front of Kouyou. He was weak he knew it and hated to be weak in front of other people. But he hadn't chosen to be weak, someone made him like that. He has been made modelled on the image that the puppeteer, who was pulling the strings, wanted, making the teenager fall in his madness more each day. Kouyou, him, kept an eye on Yuu. He was watching him, observing every change of expression on his pale face. He had enough of seeing him cry, seeing his tears on his hollow cheeks. If only he knew what was torturing the young boy! But he had his secrets, everybody at this table had their secrets so he didn't want to force him to tell him what was hurting him day after day.
Noises at the other end of the table made him turn his head. Kouyou then noticed that Yutaka had stood up, having finished his meal, and gave a last desolated look to Yuu that the teenager didn't see before leaving the canteen and going back to their bedroom.
"My parents came to visit me today," Takanori said after several minutes of silence, "I was really happy they were here, I was fine. Really... And you Yuu, did someone come to visit you today?"
"No..."
"Maybe tomorrow then. You have to be patient."
"No one will come..."
"That's sad. My mom brought me a box of cookies and my dad a book. My psychologist said that I had the right so I've read the book and ate the cookies with mom and dad... Why nobody is going to come see you?"
"Is the common room still open?" Yuu asked, ignoring Takanori's question.
"Yes, but it'll be closed in an hour," Kouyou answered, "Why?"
"I need to draw... Sorry..."
And without another word he went away. And it was all Takanori's fault. The chestnut-haired had noticed the sorrow when the youngest boy had mentioned his parents' visit. He had seen the tears in his eyes, his hand nervously holding the paper cup near his plate, his lower lip slightly shaking. Just when Takanori had spoken Kouyou had wanted to shout to him to shut his little mouth a little too pink because he was hurting the other boy sitting next to him by mentioning his little piece of happiness. Yuu had never seemed to be happy since his arrival even if it was for a short time. Kouyou had always seen him cry with this sadness in his eyes. He'd never seen him gave a faint smile. And Kouyou wondered what had happened to him that he didn't even have the desire to smile. Or even to live.
In the common room, Yuu sat at a table isolated from the other people that were there. He didn't want to be with them, to talk to them. He just wanted to be alone in his corner and draw to forget. Draw his memories in order to erase them afterwards. He was drawing what was hurting him, what was torturing him and when the paper was fully blackened he tore it, not wanting a single person to discover his drawings and ask him questions about their meaning. But even if he explained them their meaning no one would believe him. And that infuriated him that nobody wanted to believe him. Taking a new sheet of paper Yuu started a new drawing and tried to put some joy in it. Unfortunately he didn't succeed. He had just enough time to draw the outlines that the teenager let once again his tears fall. But it didn't stop him in his drawing. Despite his pain and grief he continued to blacken the sheet of paper until the moment he was told that it was time to leave.
As for Yutaka he had stayed sat on his bed since he'd left the canteen, head down and with marks of tears on his face. And on his bare arms which were nonchalantly laid on either side of his hips, red marks could be seen. Once again the puppet had had fun with him. Once again it'd hurt his body. Yutaka had seen it do all these awful things, he had seen it as clearly as he was able to see Akira's empty bed. It had taken a great pleasure to do all of this to him, like every time the puppet came. Like every time it felt the boy was weak. It was laughing to see this defenceless body, to see him hold himself back from screaming in order to not alert the nursing staff. It was laughing and singing in his ear this nursery rhyme he hated so much when it was taking him in its arms. But all of this only was in his head while the wounds it had done to him were real. Yutaka always had blanks when he was seeing it and during his blanks it often happened that he hurt himself. And when he got a grip on himself again, the first thing he saw was always the blood. On his hands, dropping from his forehead, on his belly,... But there, it only was little scratches, but still noticeable. It was enough for Yutaka. His body already was marked with many scars he hid every day and each one of them reminded him that the puppet was still here, buried in his memory and that it will never leave him in peace. All he wanted was some help. That was why he was in this hospital. He still remembered the numerous times he had begged his father after a fit to help him, but without knowing what to do he only looked at his son's pain. Until the day he had found his fourteen-year-old boy at that time standing in the middle of the kitchen, a large knife in his hand. On that day the father had thought he would die when his son had attacked him. Fortunately he had managed to handle him and when it was over he had rocked him for a long time while trying to calm him. A few days after the incident and after a really long talk with their family doctor, Yutaka had been placed in this mental hospital.
Remembering all of this was extremely painful for Yutaka. He had nearly killed the only person he still had that day. And it only was its fault. It was the puppet who had whispered to him to take the knife, to use it against his father, to put red all over the white tiles because it would be prettier. It had ruined everything. His childhood, his teenage years, the hope of living like all children of the same age,... Everything.
Yutaka slowly let himself fall on the side and hiding his face in the pillow, he screamed as loud as he could. He was hitting the mattress at some times while insulting the puppet of every imaginable names. He was crying too, big and painful tears that soaked the fabric as time passed. The door of the room slowly opened itself, but Yutaka was too deep in his pain to notice it. He didn't notice either the person walk to him with a sad expression on their face and sit on the edge of the bed. They took his body shaken with sobs against them and tirelessly rocked him until his tears has calmed down. Yutaka feeling that someone was holding him, put his arms around their body and immediately recognized who it was. He had missed him so much that he held him more against him, digging even his nails in the blond boy's skin who didn't flinch.
"I'm back. Everything will get better now, it won't hurt you again. Not while I'm with you." He said after having laid a kiss on his cheek full of tears.
And Yutaka believed him. Because when Akira was with him he was seeing the puppet less. It rarely came to sing its nursery rhyme. It didn't harm him anymore. And when it was not coming because he was beside him, Yutaka was smiling. When Akira was there, the boy was happy. He bore its presence a little more every day because he made him smile and laugh. But despite his little happiness, one single question came every time cast a shadow over his mind.
"Mom why are you hurting me?"
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A/N: It took so long I'm so sorry T___T This chapter is the last that I had to translate, that means... the next chapters are not even written yet ^^" But I'll try to be faster this time and also try to write every day :) And concerning this chapter: you've noticed that there is French in it. The French parts are lyrics from a nursery rhyme. I've translated them in English, but it didn't sound good so I've let them in French. Hope you don't mind ^^ And I hope you still like this fic because I do and I love sharing it with you <3 See you soon! :D
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