breathing again

Silence from the other started to make girl nervous. As long as it was sign for her that it was him, it’s still somewhat… weird, still hand stayed on the other’s shoulder. Aya was both happy and worried at the same time. It’s good to see him again, but… it was kinda painful at the same time. He was helping her, but even if he was alive…. He never appeared again after what happened.

At the note of him starting running, she followed him. There was no way she’d let go this time. Even if she had Maria, if there’s anything more she can save from her previous life, she was going to at least try to save it. No matter how it was terrible, she wanted to keep part of it. Not anything from her father, but good memories from it and nice people. Not like there was a lot of them, while she was living in mansion, so they’re even more valuable.

“Wait! Please stop!”

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Footsteps that were not of his own followed him, the sensation of her hand on his shoulder still fresh in his mind as he ran. Why was she following him? Surely, he was nothing more than a cruel reminder of a horrible memory that she would have wanted to leave behind, so why was she running after him? It was inexplicable. Pleading words that tugged at his heart strings, planting seeds of doubt in his certainty of the decision he had decided to follow through with, lips pulling into a thin line.

Wait. She cried, breathlessly. Still running after him. Please stop! Why was she running after the nightmare? He did not understand. He could not understand. 

His own footsteps slowed, eventually coming to a stop. Harsh breaths escaped his lips, as he still refused to turn around, to face her. Beyond the sound of his breath, there was nothing else but silence, not a word spoken by the blond even now. 

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Aya wiped her eyes multiple times, frozen in place, to just make sure she isn’t mistaken. Boy looked like just one from her father mansion. But… Shouldn’t he be free just like everyone else trapped there? Maybe it’s just feels like this since memories of this night are still haunting her?

On the other hand it won’t leave her if she doesn’t even try to see. She actually would be relieved to find out that she’s only mistaken. After moment girl walked over to the boy and put her hand on his shoulder, in attempt to get other’s attention.

“..Is it really you?”

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The sensation of someone having placed their hand on his shoulder elicited an instinctive flinch from him, almost followed by the want to identify the culprit-- when his mind registered the familiar tone and he froze.

It was her.  What was she doing here? He had thought that they would have fled further away from this small town. Clearly, he was wrong.

Her words were not given a verbal response, only the halt in his steps indicating any sort of acknowledgement of having heard her. Should he turn around and face the result of his carelessness, bracing himself for whatever consequences that would come? Did he want to reenter her life only to be a constant reminder of that night, dragging down those that wished to move forward?

He had made his decision on the day he had escaped the soaring flames that he had created, with the intention to burn down all that remained. 

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It had only been a few days since he had come to this mansion, and it was strange how at peace he had come to feel here. The routine of helping Monika as a servant of the mansion, completing each and every request that she asked of him-- whether it was simple tasks like preparing the dining room for dinner, cleaning up and ensuring that the mansion was well kept... Some may have considered the fact that he was considered a servant to be cruel treatment, but to the blond it was a luxury to the highest degree. 

What was setting several plates of food down on a dining table in comparison of such an act of kindness? Nothing that was worthy of any sort of complaint, seeing that he was given the luxury of food to eat, a place to sleep and a reason to wake up each day. Eyes that had always held a sense of bleakness since, had slowly start regaining life, the slightest of smiles being allowed to pull at his lips on a rare occasion. 

There were.. certain things that Dio found strange, several rules that had been given to the servants of the mansion, specifically given by Alfred Drevis, Monika’s husband and the master of the mansion. Granted, he had no reason to go out his way in disobeying said rules, but they still lingered at the back of his mind, questions arising every so often in regards of them. Yet within those rules, there appeared to be a single unspoken rule: to not reveal themselves before the young mistress under any circumstances. 

Alfred made his disapproval of servants going anywhere near his daughter rather apparent, some servants that had wished to befriend or serve as company to the young girl simply... disappeared, after doing so. The blond was aware of such happenings, but the trust and loyalty that he had towards Monika made it easy for him to cast his doubts away. Utterly engrossed in his thoughts, it would be of no surprise if he were to not notice the approaching presence of another, would it not?

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No matter which direction he went, the surroundings almost looked the same. Each path he took, seemed to repeat itself until eventually he found a clearing in the distance. Like a light at the end of a tunnel, he made his way towards it. A sense of relief when he was outside the forest, though it was a bit short-lived when Leon arrived near an abandoned mansion.

Leon looked around in slight discomfort, somehow it felt familiar, but he didn’t know why. By each step he took, the ominous feeling inside him grew stronger. It went worse when arriving near the entrance as a sharp pain forced him to clutch his head. His mind was suddenly being barraged from images from the past, they all were dreaded and unpleasant to see.

While trying to suppress the mental struggle, there was an worn signpost that stated; ‘Drevis’ Mansion’.

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Ahhh. How deafening it was, for so many of those that remained at unrest to be constantly speaking altogether, unpleasant wails and cries that turned it all into a realm of eternal sound. His only eye remained lidded, a soft exhalation escaping his lips amidst all of the noise and darkness, a strange sort of familiarity beginning to rise within him. How long had it been since he had remained in this plain of existence, left to wander among the countless souls that remained trapped within these grounds? It was no wonder that he could sense even the slightest stirring of those around him upon the appearance of some pitiful soul wandering upon the entrance of those cursed grounds, finally opening his eye and allowing his gaze to settle upon the figure. 

“Mon sketchbook” Simon replied back, translating for the blond. He knows that he left the sketchbook somewhere in the town but doesn’t recall where. Perhaps the other has seen it around or so he hoped. He begins to move towards the blond male. The blond’s clothing appears to have some small red stains on his white-collared shirt. But these stains look unusual to the French boy, it seems to him that they may be bloodstains. Of course the clothes Simon is wearing has some stains too, which happened from painting mishaps.

“Are you bien?” He asked, looking at the stains on the other’s shirt. He’s unsure if those stains has always been there or they appeared recently. The young artist has always been concerned for people who were damaged in any way.

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A sketchbook? Hardly what the blond had expected someone to be scrounging around the streets for in the middle of the night... though, considering the individual before him, it did not seem too farfetched. A small part of him was more than happy to oblige with aiding for the search of this stranger’s sketchbook, yet he instinctively took a step backward upon being approached. This person seemed harmless enough, but he knew better than to judge by appearances, having made the mistake of doing so nce. And once was already one too many. 

  A voice interrupted the boy’s one-tracked thoughts about the goal that was out of his reach. And it came in the shape of a young boy. He surely didn’t seem old enough to be considered an adult just yet, but… he was certainly older than Allen was. More importantly though, he was taller and offering help.

He nodded, his gaze returning back to the specific book he wanted. The child pointed at it before speaking: “Can you help me get the red book from the second row?”

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Granted, there was the potential oversight that the book this child wanted was just as out of reach for Dio as it was for him, but thankfully enough, that did not appear to be the case. Odd-coloured eyes followed the other’s gaze, before reaching up to retrieve the red book with relative ease. How curious, that a child as young as he was alone and without a guardian to help him with such a menial task, but who was he to judge? It was most likely that the difference in their ages were nothing more than a few years, and he did not have a guardian to speak of either. 

It was the middle of the night when Simon decided to take a stroll around the village to look for his precious, missing sketchbook he lost earlier in the day. He hopes that the book wouldn’t be stolen but hopefully someone nice will give it back to him. The sketchbook was gift given by his parents before they passed away so he holds it dear to him.

The town was very quiet. Not even a mouse was making any noise. As he stopped in the middle of the village to examine the perimeter, he notices a blonde boy with a bandage over his left eye.

“Bonjour!” He greeted, “Can you aidez moi find mon carnet de croquis?”

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Bustling streets, people hurrying along the cobblestone roads, conversations that overlapped one another into discernible noise. A norm for even the small town that he was a small, hidden part of, but a norm that he had to avoid. Times where passersby stared at him incredulously when he had gone about during daylight were innumerable, his attire that consisted of a cloak in hopes of appearing more inconspicuous, but doing the exact opposite. He had relented to the fact that it was most likely wiser to be active during the night, where the streets were quiet, not a soul up and about. 

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He always found himself back here.

It took time, but he had learned to occupy himself. Occupy himself with anything but the fact that he was somehow, still very much of the living-- as much as he was in any way of the living with how he was. Yet, there was something that always brought the blond back here, the grounds where it had all happened, represented only by what remained of its former glory: the Drevis Mansion. It was as though it were some sort of habit that he could not quite be rid of, some sort of instinctive want to sought out the mansion.. regardless of why, he was here.

Gazing upon the lingering ashes and scorched earth that hinted of something having stood upon these now barren grounds, he felt a sense of sorrow. Sorrow not for the mansion having been burned down ( though he could not quite completely deny that he had no feelings regarding that, after all, he was the one responsible), but for the events that had transpired which lead to this outcome. All that had occurred on that fateful night was still fresh in his mind, though months had already passed since it had all happened. 

And he could not help but to find himself curious of the whereabouts and well being of the child Monika had asked of him to protect that day. Of course he remembered her name, who would forget the name of the girl whose maid had thrown multiple knives at him for no proper reason, and the pain that followed associated to the name ‘Aya’? .. Well, he had anything but ill intent for her, but there was no doubt that the knives were one of the reasons her name remained in his mind.

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Honestly I’m so curious as to why there’s still so many followers on this blog, gosh??? Most likely inactive people and stuff but man. I ought to replay some rpg horror games and reboot 

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Aya looked down at the floor for a few seconds, shyly avoiding eye contact before finally looking up.

“H-Hello” She stuttered out.

The little girl had hoped to say more, but her shyness got the best of her, and stopped any more words from coming out.

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      Wide cobalt eyes, long black hair that reached her waist and petite stature       that reminded him of a doll’s-- the one before him fit the description he had       been given by Monika perfectly, that being her daughter, Aya. Or perhaps       it would be more appropriate to know her as the young mistress, seeing his       position in the mansion. Stuttered words were anything but expected as it       left her lips, causing the blonde servant to regard her with wide eyes. 

       ❝ ..Yes, young mistress? Can I be of help..? ❞