The Truth About Your Heart P2
P1/P2
Part two here we go! I had most of this written out when I put part one out, but thought it needed just a little more before posting it, so it got saved to drafts where I thought I'd work on it later, and then i had to get ready for a trip to visit my parents and my SIL's chiropractor F'd up her back and I had a frightening couple of days where i thought i might've had a malicious cyst and well...
It's later now I guess...
Anyways~ To Part TWO!!
Chapter Two.
King was face to face with Ban, and he hadnât seen the Fox Sin of Greed this pissed since fighting the literal king of demons, even then it was never aimed anywhere near King so having it happen now was unsettling to say the least.
âWhy King? Why the fuck is Captain asking for the kids to join us? Heâs never asked before.â He started to pace around the room, picking up bags and various items while talking, âThis has something to do with that prophecy the old man spat out doesnât it? It already involves one of my kids, is he trying to drag one of the other two into it?âÂ
âBan.â King grabbed his brother-in-law's arm to turn him to look at him, âCalm down, lest you forget that youâre not the only person with a child of prophecy.â King took a breath before continuing, âAnd you said yourself, this might not be anything more than the Captain being bored and wanting to see us. I know youâre worried but accusing the Captain of foul play when he has no control over it wonât help anyone.â
Ban looked back at his old friend, his brother now, and closed his eyes, slumping into a chair and placing his face into his hands.
âI know,â He spoke softly, âI know it wonât, but I canât do this King. I canât live with this fear of my kids being sucked into a fucking apocalypse, I donât know whether I want to be dead before we figure them all out or just know and have it be over with.â
King nodded solemnly, when Bartra invited all the sins to meet, they never expected to be given a vision of those Four Knights, who would either stop the apocalypse, or be its cause.
When Gowther used his magic to share what exactly Bartra was seeing. That was his first mistake.
King saw Meliodas fall, just for a moment, as if the shock had taken away all his strength. King wouldâve fallen too if he saw his own son in that vision.
Seeing Tristan, an adult Tristan, shocked all of them to say the least, King could only imagine what was going through his Captain's mind. And either Meliodas had purposely shut King out or his mind simply went blank from fear, but King couldnât read his heart. All he could feel was bone deep fear emanating from his once fearless Captain.
He was just glad that Elizabeth hadnât been with them, he didn't think he wouldâve been able to stand hearing her heart, which had always been a painfully open book.Â
Tristan was the Third of the children of the Seven Deadly Sins, with King's own son being born right after his and Dianeâs wedding, and King's nephew (Lancelot, the poor lost boy, his first nephew, who he was afraid mightâve been his last) beating Tristan by just one month.
King was close with all of the children, he never expected to have such a natural talent for child rearing but he was glad he did, whenever the girls would need a day off and the boys would take the kids, Mel and Ban would always be rushing to King for advice, which was new.
âHow do I heat the milk up? How hot does it need to be? What if I burn him!?âÂ
âJust warm it up a little, it doesnât need to be hot, it just needs to not be cold.âÂ
âIâve tried bouncing him and feeding him and changing him but heâs still crying! Does he hate me!? What do I do!?â
âHe doesnât hate you Ban, he just needs his chewie, heâs teething and his teeth probably hurt a little.â
âKing, what's a Binkie? Eli left me a note saying Tristan needed it for sleep but I donât know what it is!â
âProbably a blanket, didnât he used to drag around that old purple one Lady Veronica made for him everywhere? Itâs most likely that one.â
âKing I will pay you whatever you want if youâll give them pillow rides.. Please, that's all he wants to do and he says he wonât breathe until he can.â
King was proud to be the one who knew what he was doing while the others were standing around clueless for once in his life. So he never complained whenever he would be given the kids to watch, he loved being with them, Lance was the calmest child he had ever met and would spend most of his time following around Kingâs children to ask them to play, and Tristan was just in awe of most things King did, and would ask him to tell him stories while sitting on Chastiefol.
King adored Tristan for who he was and what he represented, Peace. Finally after 3000 years, a child of Meliodas and Elizabeth was born, they had waited so long for a child but never risked it before their curses were broken.
Seeing Tristan in that vision, with cold eyes and a war-torn look on his face, covered in heavy armor and riding upon a white horse shocked them all to their very core. They had never thought their kids would be dragged into war, not after all they had done to stop the last one, they had worked so hard for peace.Â
They knew something was wrong, after what happened to Lancelot they were all on guard, but they thought after they found him it would be done.Â
âFive years isnât that longâ they all had thought, âSurely after we find him and fix this we can all go back to living peacefully.âÂ
Seeing Tristan had painfully reminded them all that while five years isnât that long for them, five years was a third of their childrenâs lives. Theyâve barely lived a decade and are already being thrown into war.
Yes, they were all distraught by seeing the young prince as the Knight in that vision but nothing couldâve prepared them for the knight that came next.
Ban hadnât said anything when he saw the adult Lancelot standing there, he hadnât said anything or moved at all, looking back, King realized that was probably due to the fact that he couldnât breath.Â
To have not seen his first born for so long and then seeing him grown up in a prophetic vision warning them of the apocalypse? That mustâve hit hard, it apparently hit Gowther hard enough to have him make his second mistake, accidentally knocking them all unconscious.Â
It was dawn when they had gathered and midnight when they all awoke.Â
Gowther apologized profusely and tried to get the rest of the vision, but Batraâs mind was old, and his memory was shaky at best. He remembered that the other two knights would have Golden Magic, and Verdant, Wing-like hair.
The knight with the hair would be rather easy to spot, so they all quickly gathered that he must be out in the world somewhere, and wasnât any of their children.
But the knight with Golden Magic could still be one of theirs.Â
King knew that Ban would be upset by the summoning, but he still wasnât prepared for the rage and fear he felt from his brother-in-law's heart.Â
âIâm gonna go make sure everyoneâs ready, calm your heart before coming out please? Everything will be fine, and I donât want Deidrick or Ellie to pick up on anything.â
âYeah yeah, I got it. Just go, I'll be out in a bit.â
As King left he spared one last look to the Fox Sin before leaving.
Ban was now left with nothing but his thoughts. And that was never fun. For anyone but especially not him.
This prophecy business was irking him, that fact that three knights were unaccounted for was problematic, the fact that they only knew who two of them even were wasnât great either, and the fact that they only had one defining trait for each of the unknown two was fucking irritating.Â
They could literally be anywhere and anyone. The green hair wasnât that bad because they could be easily identified. But the Golden Magic? Any child that hadnât yet developed magic became a candidate. And since a large amount of the children he knew were still young, it was concerning, to say the least.
Ban was particularly concerned as neither of his youngest children had developed any innate magical abilities yet.
His daughter could float slightly and was growing healthily, Elaineâs best guess was that would likely inherit her magic, so he was less concerned about her.
But his second son, Gustav. That child worried Ban.
Gustav hadnât displayed any magical abilities at all, and when Ban had asked around, none of his friends or acquaintances had sensed any innate magical ability within the boy.
Ban should feel relieved, but he wasnât.
Despite most people believing that Ban was âA brute who couldnât appreciate a good book if he was beaten to death with it, in fact they werenât sure he could read at allâ, (These were Gowtherâs words to Ban after The Fox Sin had spilled Ale on Gowtherâs Brand new Book, âA Week Spent With Fredrickâ. Ban had apologized but Gowther was still bitter for about a month afterwards) Ban read quite a bit.Â
He had read about heroes who were a part of prophecies, and âThe child without magic suddenly gains powerful magic and becomes a tragic heroâ was a frighteningly common troupe.
So every day his son walked around with no magic, Ban would pray the child stayed that way.
The fact that the hero in the stories would always be from a long line of heroes or had some sort of tragic backstory, that only made Ban worry that much more, because he had adopted Gustav when the boy was seven.Â
And seven years is a lot of time unaccounted for.
Lancelot had been missing for two years when Ban made that journey to the edge of Benwick. It was a cold rainy night, in the middle of December. Elaine was waiting at home, heavily pregnant with their second child, and he had been extra paranoid since she was so close to her due date, and the rainstorms had started.
They had been tracking the weather like madmen ever since Lance and Jericho had disappeared that night, at this point Ban could feel the storm's arrival in his bones.
Even so, Ban couldnât take any chances, so he was determined to do one quick check before heading back to his wife.
He was just about done when he heard it, a small cry of a child, how he had managed to hear it, let alone realize what it was through the tumultuous rain he didnât know. But he hoped upon hope that maybe that cry belonged to Lance, that after two years his son had finally returned.
He dashed across the field to the middle of the valley in front of Benwick, calling out for someone to hear, he could barely see through the rain, he was soaked from head to toe.Â
He searched and listened but could hear nothing, see nothing.Â
He was almost convinced he had some sort of auditory hallucination when he heard it again, louder this time.Â
He pinpointed the sound coming from the stone near to where he and Jericho had last talked about the disappearances.
As he made his way there his hopes soared, finally, maybe he had found him. His son, his Lancelot.
His hopes were dashed almost as quickly as they had built. As he was ten feet away, there was a child there, behind the stone, but this child was just that, a child.
Lance wouldâve been thirteen by now, and much larger.Â
As his hopes faded away into a despairing thought that he may never see his child again, his thoughts quickly turned to panic when he got closer and saw the child there, soaked worse then even Ban was, and the worst of it was the child wasnât shivering.Â
Now Banâs not the smartest but he knows that being that wet and cold your body should be moving trying to warm you up, thatâs what the shivering was, the fact that the child wasnât moving was more than concerning.
Ban began to walk to the child, âHe has to be alive,â Thought Ban as he approached, âHe had called out to me, and I came here so fast, he couldnât have died that quick.â
He put his hand on the kid's shoulder, slowly so as to not frighten him. The shoulder was as cold as he expected, when he turned the childâs body towards him, he nearly had a heart attack at what he saw.
Sunken in cheeks, and his frame was slim, too slim for a child, he had pale skin that stood out, even in the dead of night, Ban couldnât even tell if the poor child was breathing or not.Â
Throwing caution to wind, he picked up the kid into his arms and removed the ripped, faded, useless, blue shirt to put his ear to the boyâs chest.
He had seen something like this before, a child that was cold, slim, and pale, (His sister had looked like this before she died) and he knew that no child couldâve survived a night like this all by themselves.Â
He knew that most likely what he heard was either the poor child's last hurrah, or the wind playing tricks on his mind. but still he hugged the cold child closer to his ear, hoping against all he knew.
âLet me be wrong,â He prayed, âJust this once, please let me be wrong.â
And for the first time in his life, it seemed God was on his side, for he heard it, the soft âbump-bump-bumpâ.
It came from the boyâs chest, and Ban swore he had never heard a sweeter sound in his life. He took off his jacket and wrapped it around the boy before taking off into the night, making a beeline for his home.Â
That night had been one of the most frightening, heartstopping, painstakingly slow nights of his life. He had brought the child home in a panic, holding him as close as physically possible, trying to warm him up.
Bursting into his home he had called out for Elaine, when she saw what he was carrying she immediately got to work, drawing a warm bath and breaking the emergency spell bead that had originally gotten as a way to summon Elizabeth to help with the birth.
To say Elizabeth was confused was an understatement, seeing as Elaine was still two months away from her due date. But she had quickly gathered what was going on and had chased Elaine and Ban from the washroom to focus on the poor boy.
Elaine and Ban had waited the whole night in the living room, waiting.
Elaine had fallen asleep two hours in, but Ban didnât sleep that night, couldnât sleep, not until he knew the boy would make it.
At midnight Elizabeth had come back down to them, looking as exhausted as Ban felt, and had told him that she had done all she could, and that the rest would be up to the boy.
She had offered to take Elaine to lay down while he watched over the boy, he had thanked her profusely for that.
He walked into the room with deep fear in his heart, as he saw the child lying there he had two conflicting emotions trying to settle within him.
One was a bleeding worry.
The child looked two steps from deathâs door. Their breathing was erratic and heavy, interrupted with horrid coughs, their face was flushed a bright red, and he swore he could see tears leaking from the squeezed shut eyes. He was adrift with concern that the child might not make it through the night. He couldnât take it, this child had barely lived. How old were they? They looked to be about five, but they were so thin, were they that small or starving? He didnât know their age, he didnât even know their name, he didnât want to carve out a blank gravestone Goddamnit.
The second emotion was a deep, warm, fondness.Â
He looked at this child, so small, and saw his tiny eyebrows furrowed in anger, as if they were fighting against their sickness with all their tiny might. He looked at their small hands, clutching the blankets so tight they turned red, so small and so strong. He pushed back their bangs that were sticking to their head with sweat, he briefly wondered what color his hair would be when they got it cleaned? He had known this child for less then a day but he knew that he would protect him with his dying breath.
He had picked up a storybook Gowther had gifted him for Lance, deciding to read to the boy. As he read the book he could hear the boys breathing starting to settle into even breaths, no longer wracked with coughing.Â
When he finished the seventh story, a tale of two parents and their baby being saved by a ghostly warrior, the sun had begun to rise out the window, shining onto the small boy. That was when he heard it.
âP-pleaseâŠâ The child had spoken, Ban had barely heard it.
He got closer to the child, brushing his hair back and asking what he needed, water? Food? Was he cold?
The boy had furrowed his brows as he struggled to respond, but had managed to utter softly,
âPlease⊠turn the stupid sun off⊠itâs hurting my eyes.âÂ
Ban had never cried so happily in years.
The boy had taken months to fully recover, (He still had breathing problems to this day) but had been quickly inducted into Banâs family. He couldnât remember who he was, or where he came from. The last thing he remembered was walking through the rain looking for shelter, and calling out for help before collapsing, he didnât know how far he had walked. He couldnât remember what his name was either, so Ban and Elaine had decided to just call him their Boyo, just in case he remembered.
When Beru was born the boy had been quick to help wherever he could, making sure Elaine could rest comfortably and cleaning up around the house so it was easier. Elaine still recounts how helpful he had been to this day.
There was this moment, about four months after Beru had been born, when she was trying to roll onto her stomach while lying down on the bed, and she had somehow managed to wiggle her way out of her blanket pile and scoot near the edge of the bed without attracting Ban or Elaineâs notice, but she hadnât escaped the boyâs.
She had nearly rolled herself off the bed but the boy had flung himself towards her and had caught her at the last moment, Elaine and Ban had rushed to the both of them to find their Boyo red faced, chastising the small baby about how she shouldâve stayed in her blanket pile and had no reason to throw herself off the bed.
Beru just giggled, having no idea what the boy was saying but seemingly amused by him all the same. The boy wasnât as amused but still carried her to Elaine, Beru still overcome with giggles.
Watching the scene, Ban had been reminded of something, a long memory buried deep back in his mind, of the only time he had ever seen Jerichoâs older brother talk to her.
He had gone to check on her, mostly because he was told by Merlin to double check that he had actually fully removed the demon seed from her, but partly because he had felt slightly guilty for unintentionally driving her to become a demon host by purposely humiliating her at the prison, but youâd never hear him admit that outloud.
When he had finally found her, she was already in a heated discussion with someone else, her older brother.
He was apparently chastising her for ârunning herself raggedâ to which she countered with âwalking down the street to get something to eat wasnât running herself ragged, she was just bored for Godâs sake!â to which he then responded with âItâs running yourself ragged when we literally have people we pay to do that so you can rest you incorrigible dumbass! You had a DEMON residing in your body feasting on your emotions for months! AND YOU CANâT REST FOR A WEEK!?â
His entire face had gone bright red with anger at his sisterâs nonchalance for her own health, which she had apparently found hilarious because she had started laughing hysterically.Â
Her brother wasnât as amused but he helped her back to her feet and they started the other way, Jericho laughing the whole way.
Ban stared at the children in front of him as he was reminded of that day, the only clear memory he had of his foster sister and her real brother, and remembered his name.
âGustav.â
âYeah Dad?â The boy had responded.Â
That one response had shocked both of the boys in the room into silence, the only thing anyone could hear was Beru, still giggling.
After trying to coax the boy out from under the bed, where he had hid in embarrassment, Ban had decided to talk with him about how he would adore if the boy wanted to call him Dad, and had asked why he had responded to the name.Â
âIt felt right? I donât know, you said it and it sounded like you were talking to me, sorry.â
âKid, you donât have to apologize, you didnât do anything wrong.â Ban was lying down next to the bed on the floor on his back, talking to the child as he rested his small chin on his crossed arms.
âDoes someone else already have it?â The child questioned.
âHave what?â
âThe name, you said it. Does someone else have it or did you make it up? Like you did with Master Hawk?â
Ban fixed the boy with a slightly annoyed look, âNumber one, Master Hawk is very real-â The boy fixed him with an equally annoyed look and scoffed slightly, âAND, no. I didnât make it up, he was my-â He cut himself off there, were he and Gustav anything?
Jericho was Banâs sister, and he was her Brother, you could pry that title from his cold dead hands, but he and Gustav were never close, had they ever even spoken to each other? Or was Ban just a stranger that had known Gustavâs sister and attened his funeral?
âHe was your what?â The boy had scooted slightly out from under the bed, enough to lay his upper body on Banâs chest to look him in the eye. And as Ban looked at the boy, he decided that he had already claimed Jericho, he was sure Gustav wouldn't mind if Ban decided to claim him too.
âHe was my little brother, his name was Gustav, and he was an annoying older brother, seeing you nag Beru reminded me of him.âÂ
The boy puffed his cheeks out in anger, âI wasnât nagging!âHe said fervently, âShe needed to know she canât just roll herself off of places like that! She could get hurt!â
âSheâs like three months old.âÂ
âIf you treat her like a baby sheâll never grow up! You gotta talk grown up like and then sheâll copy you! And besides, I know she knows better, you can tell from her eyes.â
âSee? Naggy~âȘâÂ
The boy had then smacked Ban on the head before fully laying down on top of him.
âIf heâs your younger brother, how could he nag like an older brother?â
â... He didnât nag me, just our younge-â He choked up a bit at this point, he hadnât really talked about Jericho since she and Lance had disappeared, he cleared his throat before continuing, âOur younger sister, JerichoâŠâ
âOh⊠D-do⊠Do you think heâd be⊠Okay with it?â
âOkay with what?â
The boy had curled up into the crook of Banâs arm, he did that often, whenever he was unsure of things and needed comfort.Â
âWith me using his name? Will it get confusing? Would he be mad?â
âNo buddy, I think heâd like it. I think heâd like it a lot.â
âOkay⊠Then Iâll use it good, so heâs happy, Iâll grow up big and strong, so his name gets a good story.â
Ban broke into a wide grin at that, âSounds like a great idea~âȘ, Super smart like.â
âThanks⊠Dad.â
Ban was glad the boy had curled himself into his arm, he didnât like letting kids see him cry.
âNo problem⊠Gustav.â















