#book five

The soft creak of the floorboards reverted with every step they made. It filled the awkward silence between them, or at least it tried. One could only hope that those loud creaks could mask this- this bespoke silence as a more comfortable one.

Obviously, it didn’t.

The silence was just too palpable. Palpable enough to be stricken by a magical pen.

The elephant in the room, or in this case in the hallway, was a bit too big. It made this scenario all the more disagreeable. Almost unsightly and never ending. Like each step added five more years. The walk to Yuu’s room felt like a punishment in itself.

But that wasn’t what was on Vil’s mind. He didn’t care about the walk. There were more irritating things.. Like the growing intensity between him and the Prefect for one- but it was only natural.

Yuu could have died today because of him. Many could have died today because of him.

Today was a disaster, and his overblot was the main course for that. And still, it wasn’t the main thing he was so stuck on in his head.

The other thing, or the main thing as is more appropriate to call it, was how the Prefect clearly knew more than she let on. And it was just a matter of time until they sat down and talked about a topic he definitely didn’t want out in the open. For better or for worse. Some things were just meant to rot in the deepest depths of his convoluted heart.

And how did Vil know? Such a question was redundant. Vil can always tell with such things. He’s always had a knack for reading the behaviors of the people around him. ‘Tis but just one of many talents and pros from growing up in the acting world. The blonde beauty could deduce who is most likely to double cross him the moment they smile at him. Spotting betrayals is trivial for someone like Schoenheit.

At the same time, Vil was plenty capable of sorting out the genuine earnest types. That’s trivial for him too. Afterall, discerning that Silver was perfectly harmless during the Beanfest games was rudimentary. So, why?..

Why couldn’t he seem to figure her out at this moment? It positively peeved him. How much did Yuu know for her to personally ask him to talk things out alone like this?

Surely, she knew something. And knowing her, she’d tell him. That’s just how blunt the Prefect was. And it’s not like it took some sort of maverick genius or a savvy merchant to figure out that Vil was.. upset. Upset beyond words. Words he still hasn’t spilled out just yet. Not even to Rook. Yes, he who can notice things as little as a gram more of weight gain couldn’t even notice the agony that Vil had been living with for almost all of his life. Yes, the very hunter who studied him almost daily like some forbidden work of art figured it out when it was too late. And so did Yuu.. But when she looked at him as if there was more. Almost as if… well..

He just didn’t know. It was as if you read his mind and then some.

It was as if she were a gemologist. A very special kind. Studying his eyes after what happened shortly in the SDC. Vil recalled how she studied his gaze and was trying to peel him apart like he was under her microscope. Studying the glimmer in his rare hue. Studying the fractures too. That only grew more over time until it shattered under enough pressure. Like a punch to a glass pane, it felt like. And what leaked out was that putrid smell of blot, as well as an ugliness Vil never wanted anyone to see.

And even now, it barely stayed together. Every fracture was still on the floor in his eyes.

And with so much hurt that kept getting forced to reveal itself one after another, it was safe to say that it wouldn’t fade away with just a little pep talk.

And Yuu knew that. Recognized that upon a glance. That’s how it always was with every Overblot case she’s been stuck with. This was the part she hated the most. The helplessness. The realization that she couldn’t solve this with some motivating pep talk. She knew that it would so much more to heal Vil.

But at the very least, she could understand just one little thing about Vil. A feeling.

The feeling of simply not being enough.

Something that she needed to face many lone nights when slumbering in this magical world. So, who better to talk about this with Vil than the veteran Prefect? No matter how vexing that elephant was, it needed to be talked about.

But let’s start light for now.

“I think you did wonderfully.” Yuu starts. “The performance, I mean.” Her eyes looked back down to the creaky floorboards, just in case Grim left one of his empty tuna cans on the floor again. It’d be embarrassing to trip now in such a crucial moment of need. But then again, maybe Vil could benefit from a laugh here.

“Knowing that it was your all- it felt so special, you know?” She admits, hoping for success in breaking their silence to completion.

Her steps were slow to match with Vil’s pace. They suddenly halted. Changing direction.

The tips of her shoes now pointed at her door.

It wasn’t anything special. Simply painted in her favorite colors on the outlines to differentiate between the other identical doors. With how garbage the locks are, it’d be terrible if any visitor were to barge in and accidentally sneak a peek. A nightmare, actually.

“Maybe I should paint it some more” She blurts out, turning the knob and pushing the door forward.

“There was a trend back in my world where people painted their doors or bedroom walls out of pure boredom at the time.” She rambles, racking at her brain on how to move the conversation. Vil was just so silent, simply listening to the ramblings of the first year- He could tell that she was sweating bullets, but chose not to say anything. His intensity was more fervent, and that definitely wasn’t helping.

“Maybe I should test it out on the canvas I have in my room first. It’s been collecting dust for half the semester.” She stammered, motioning the Pomefiore Housewarden to sit on the green armchair.

Vil could only smile, and hope that was good enough to ease the many worries that struck the poor girl’s heart.

He couldn’t blame her- Anyone in her shoes would be worried sick about him after such a nasty overblot.

“I think that’s a sound enough idea, but do be mindful of the colors and the technique you end up using. What you decide to paint on your door should also compliment the structure- you wouldn’t want it to be an eyesore” He advises, sitting up straight once he feels his body properly press itself against those cushions. It was a cheap couch, and it did not befit nor him or the stammering little prefect in front of him. But that was a comment for another day: the importance of furniture replacement for aesthetic and convenient purposes, he’d note.

Still, Vil couldn’t ignore the purpose of this small talk anymore. She was just trying to lighten the mood. Guilt twisted his bleeding heart, for he knew that her nervous smile was all his fault. Those nervous gazes to any other angle of the room befalls on him. And he was at a loss on how to smoothen it. If only he weren’t so tired right now. He’d know what to do. He usually did.

Instead, he opted for following along her lead. Swallowing the growing lump in his throat again. Maybe not his quickest thought to cross his mind, because right as he tried to open his mouth, Yuu turned herself back around the door.

“Stay right there. I’ll be riiight back” was all she said before booking it to the door in quiet steps.

‘Like a little mouse’ he adds to no one in particular, smiling at how endearing it was to see her so flustered despite the circumstances. Usually, Yuu didn’t really insert themselves too much in situations, much less conversations. That was always the job of that vulgar little cat monster you call Grim. But, as if to prove that you are your own person, your personality is highlighted with how your comments go straight to the jugular with the truth.

A funny little maus, she was.

The actor would relax a bit. He took this moment to gaze around her room. The way you take care of your room reflects how you are as a person, this was something that the blonde believed in deeply. And it was definitely correct.

It was clean.

The bed was tucked and lacked any wrinkles. That empty canvas she mentioned earlier was right next to her bed. Tucked away in that corner with that purple drape that covered very little. His eyes naturally pandered to the windows next. They were shielded by those blue curtains that she most likely forgot to pull back.

The last time he was here was to remind her and Grim of their necessary alarm clocks for the whole month, by then the curtains were open as usual. He wouldn’t be surprised if she woke up in a horrid rush to avoid being late. Vil felt tempted to stand up and to look beyond the shielded glass panes, but instead found himself drawn by something else.

“What a beautiful handcrafted cuckoo clock… it suits the aesthetic of such an antique dorm, but it stands out alone as such a conversation starter.” He mutters to himself. Again. To no one in particular.

He stands up to properly inspect it. His gloves hands were gentle in brushing against the sides. It’s been properly dusted too.

“What a diligent little maus you are” He hums, chuckling at his little sentence before glancing over at her desk to inspect it on a surface level. And then he stops.

“..... Sevens, what am I doing?” Vil groans, his hand covering his eyes from the frustration.

A girl has invited him to her room after a very dangerous day to hopefully unwind, and here he was marveling at her- very basic- decor. His priorities right now were shot. Shot and muddled into a mess. He was a mess.

Removing his hand from his eyes, he glanced back at the clock, and then at the mirror.

As if on record time, he saw the door open.

Soft steps. Short steps. He noticed her focused stare at the objects in hand.

A soft clink on the table echoed this room. He looked down.

A bowl of sliced strawberries in one hand, two water bottles on the other. The Prefect smiled at him.

Soft eyes. Patient eyes stared back at him from the reflection. Soft lips. Slowly curving to a patient smile.

“Let’s just talk for a bit” She suggested.

And what was he to do? Decline? Please, not with that discernable soft spot he had for her.

“Alright” he replies, and already found himself sitting right back down where he belonged.

Just a simple conversation. More small talk than anything. He was surprised to hear that Yuu had researched some films that Vil was in. With how natural the conversation flowed every time, he almost forgot that you were from another world. Which meant that he wasn’t a face that you knew about prior to this school year.

It was a strange idea. Humbling even.

It turned out that the Prefect watched a movie that was set in the Sunset Savana. He recalled the production, and he recounted the story of how an elephant dumped some water on him. It made her laugh. Concluding with the same thought he had; that the elephant must have done that as a gift.

Such a pretty laugh, Vil thought. And it was, at least for him. It suited her features more than that straight lined expression she always had.

…

And then the conversation dialed back down again.

He closed his eyes- and immediately perked up to Yuu’s demand.

“Be honest? About what?” He asked, chugging the last drops of his beverage. He looked over at her whilst twisting the tap back on.

“About… y’know, this. All of that. The uh… the overblot. I’m sure you know what happens to me every time that happens by now.”

Vil blinked, keeping his inflated ego to himself. He knew he was right about something here.

“No, mein maus. I don’t. Care to fill me in?”

Yuu sighed, setting down her own bottle. “I see where it started… I see the source” She paused. “In your memories”

“...”

Vil felt at a loss of words, because he knew what that meant. Without him knowing, he opened this door of vulnerability for what was basically a stranger. And that made his blood run cold. “Ah.. so that’s the rumor.”

He had to ask. Now he just had to. “So, you’re aware of my… hatred for him?”

The Prefect would only nod. Honestly, Yuu was a bit shocked that his hatred even reached the point that even now he refused to say Neige’s name. “I… I didn’t know.” She awkwardly whispered.

“No one did. Something as… hideous as that, must be kept a secret.”

“Hideous? What, your feelings? That’s not hideous Vil.”

“It’s not beautiful either”

“It’s human, Vil. There’s nothing to be ashamed about either.”

“I wanted him dead, Yuu.” He fixed his posture, almost as if for a moment he forgot that he’s meant to be perfect. Because if he wasn’t perfect, if he wasn’t the fairest of them all- then what is he?

“What could you possibly know, Miss Prefect? How could you possibly hope to understand?”

His eyes. Bubbling up with a contempt Yuu didn’t know how empty out. And yet she didn’t have to. They faltered just as quickly as it erupted. He was too weak at the moment to continue with such a strong act. He knew that. Even now, Vil couldn’t last to the very end of such a scene.

Merciful Sevens, he didn’t even understand why he was being so uncharacteristically vulnerable in the first place. Was he truly that much of a mess? That weak that he’s falling apart to the first person that offers just a little bit of sympathy? How horrid. The last thing he’d ever want is to be pitied.

And yet he couldn’t find it himself to stop her.

His lips trembled, his own lipstick having faded. So deep in his mind, he’s even forgotten to reapply it. “I…. I’ve never felt uglier than I did today…”

He looked away from her yet again, as if the truth compelled him to look at anywhere but her. “And no beauty treatment washes this off. It never goes away. Why won’t it? Why should it?”

Yuu knew that it took a lot out of him. To admit something so foreign out loud.

In a sense, he was right. She has no idea how he feels, because they were his feelings. Not hers.

She closed her eyes and tilted her head down.

The young Prefect expected many things from this point onward, but she ruled it down quickly to two. One, he would leave without saying another word, forcing her to reflect in her presumptuous statements. Or two, he would keep scolding her for her assumptions and then he’d leave. Yuu was leaning towards the latter.

“I’m sorry”

It interrupted her thoughts. Stopped them completely.

This voice, it was so sweet. You’d almost think a melody would follow.

When she opened her eyes and lifted her head, she saw none other than Vil. He was bowing, trembling a little from the lack of strength. And to be honest, it almost scared Yuu.

It was all so raw. A complete far cry from his cold display before..

It was at this very moment that she understood something about Vil. Beneath all this beauty, all this shine and determination to reach towards a dream that most would deem impossible, there was him.

A Vil that fell in love with the cinema. A Vil that bowed on a little school theater stage and realized that this was the feeling that he wanted to feel for the rest of his life. A Vil that cries himself to sleep on harsh days and nights. A Vil that just wants to stay on the stage to the very end.

A Vil that’s fragile.

A Vil that is beautiful.

A Vil that is ugly.

A Vil that is so human.

Arms reached out and hugged him tight. Like a vice.

It was warm. And soft. As if the gentle wind, as playful as it was, forced a light pressure to his body

"I-... Why are you?..."

Her embrace felt suffocating. He was..

… at a loss for words.

He never realized just how small she was compared to him.

He never noticed how fluffy her hair was, and how it bounced so graciously with each step she took. It was well taken care of as well. Good. She was following his advice then. No. Not the time to think about her improved hair routine, no matter how proud he was of it.

When was the last time he’d been hugged like this? When it didn’t come from her father or for the purpose of a scene?

He didn’t know. And it made him melt even faster.

That scared him a little. He’s never fallen apart in front of someone so quickly. But Yuu seems to have that effect on so many others too. To experience it first hand was.. Well, it didn’t matter.

"I'm so sorry.. my dear" he whispered into her ear.

But for Yuu? She could have sworn that the room had gotten much warmer after that.

"It's okay.."

"No, I.."

"It's alright…" she persisted, slowly letting go as she felt him start to shift and move.

Vil said nothing, his gaze to the floor as he struggled a "Sweet dreams" and would start stepping away.

The Prefect would follow of course, but would stop him the moment he reached the door. With the sleeve of his uniform, she’d tug it and force him back a step, as well as to her height level. Vil obliged, expecting her to say something else, but-

"You've never looked more beautiful to me than now.” She smiled. “Even as you tremble, you shine… you're a gem I can't have, and I envy that about you.." Her voice was low. It was almost quiet. Like a forbidden whisper. As if she’s admitted a secret none were ever supposed to hear. But Vil couldn’t help but feel more glad that he heard it.

When opening the door for him, she showed him out, and said "Please go to bed now, you've done enough for today."

She would have stopped there, but..

She didn't know what it was. Maybe it was the light that perfectly casted onto Vil's skin. Maybe it was his soft breathing that she had the pleasure to hear at such a close distance. Or maybe it was his eyes that once again entranced her to think unthinkable things.

But whatever it was, it gave her feet the courage to step towards and push her perfectly shaped lips to collide with his cheek.

"...." He was… dizzy.

He felt dizzy.

He felt tense and unsure of where to go from here.

How did?..

Why did she?..

She pulled away, and whispered a comforting, "Goodnight" and walked back inside her door without looking back. The sound of the doorknob turning echoed for a moment. And once again, Vil was surrounded by silence. A warmer silence that covered him like a blanket.

"Ah.." There we go, that makes sense. He recognized this. A traditional greeting and goodbye from her homeland. That was all. Yes. That was all it was.

“I suppose I’ll chide her about this at another time.” He hummed, making a mental note about that. To confront the Ramshackle Prefect about the thin line between traditions and inappropriateness that she was playing jump rope with.

He tried to concoct a speech in his head. It was all for naught. Every sentence he tried to form in order to scold her, turned to mush.

That cheeky little goodbye kiss definitely took much longer than the regular goodbyes she’s done befo- Huh.

Wait a moment…

He stiffened a little, stopping suddenly in his walk back to his room.

He smiled again.

One last smile.

Such a devious little maus. Only further proving Rook’s title of a Trickster.

"..... Maybe not" He silently proclaimed to no one in particular, and left it at that.

Author's Note

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Fun fact, this fic used to be for a friend at the time. That's why the story has a fem!Prefect instead of a gender neutral one. It was easier to take out details and stuff if I just kept the gender.

Changing this fic from a story that specifically meant to cater one person into a general story for a wider audience was a bit difficult. And it took me a while.

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