Blood.
Warm,slick, and deep red.
The blood made it's trail along a pair of slender fingers that were limp at the ground. A pair of dull blue eyes stared as the blood poured out of his left side. The man's head moved lightly to gaze at it.
Whose...blood? His mind questioned,Mine?
He was getting tired...drowsy.
His eyes began to close but he then he heard yelling. So faint...but it was close too... His blue eyes opened to find a few people circling him,fearful for him. He blinked a bit. There was a man in a....blue suit maybe? He was on the phone,yelling into it.
It must've been urgent...
There was a woman too. Her pale face so close to his. The man blinked as the woman screamed at him. Questions. Questions. Questions.
And he knew none of them.
I'm...so tired again.. He thought,hoping his thoughts were spoken out loud but he wasn't sure. His eyes closed again and the woman's screams faded out.
Motion began to wake him. He was on something...maybe even in something too. His eyes weakly opened,blinded by white. He groaned,a sharp pain penetrated into his side. The more he moved,the more he felt restrained. His eyes searched,finding shadows of people and white light.
What's going on? The man thought but his eyes began to close,What's happening to me?
"Jecht Hellquin!"
"Jecht Hellquin!"
"Puppy!"
The man's eyes opened. He felt warm and even...safe. He now wasn't in a blinding white area...it was somewhat blue. There was a man before him. Talking...talking...talking. He looked smart. He wore glasses and had his hair neatly combed back. He wore a white coat and black pants. The man must've been a doctor at some point. The man had no clue. But there was a man next to him. White haired and beautiful, His face seemed frozen in fear. His yellow eyes glued to his. He was talking too.
If I had met him earlier...I would have married him The man thought before closing his eyes,But I'm already married....I think.
Darkness filled in and the man had beautiful dreams about the white haired man. Dreams of children with him,three to be exact. Two girls with M names and one boy that's name started with a C. Beautiful,normal life that he felt he had achieved but now...he didn't know.
When the man woke up,he groaned at the pain at his side. He attempted to look but he was covered in the typical hospital gown. His eyes looked up,seeing a mess of white hair in the corner of his eye. He glanced over.
The white-haired man was curled up in the chair. He looked exhausted. His eyes were closed.
"Excuse me..."The man asked,pausing for a moment,"...Shaya?"
Instantly,the white-haired man's eyes snapped open. His head shot up.
"Jecht!" He yelled out,smiling,"You're awake."
The man blinked tiredly. He wanted to ask how he knew the other man's name but...that wasn't as important.
"....Where am I?"He asked gently.
The man who had responded to Shaya let out a small sigh.
"Jecht..."He whispered,"Your father...placed another hit on you...and if no one had found you..."
Shaya stopped,letting out a whimper.
"If no one had found you...you'd be dead." He cried.
The man,Jecht...he believed his name was,nodded slowly as memories trickled into his mind. Shaya was his lover of now seven years.
"Why does my father want me dead?" He asked as more memories came in.
His father. Abusive...angry....hateful. An older man with a constant frown and thinning white hair appeared in his mind.
"Wait...I...I think I know..."Jecht answered,resting back.
Jecht watched Shaya bit his lip,toying with the lip ring he had. Jecht sat in silence for a few moments,remembering things little by little.
"He....personally attacked me this time..."He stated quietly,"....I was afraid to attack back...I think....Maybe I thought I'd give him what he wants."
His eyes settled on Shaya,watching his lover stand. He blinked as he saw his hands turn into fists.
"I'd kill him if he wasn't dead already." He hissed.
Jecht's heart stopped.
"....What?" He asked.
Shaya visibly winced, as if it was a secret he was supposed to keep in. The man paced the room,suddenly quiet. Jecht frowned.
"....How...?"Jecht finally asked,his eyes cast down.
"...He had a stroke and died." Shay replied,rubbing  his arm,"Babe..."
Jecht's eyes moved away from those golden eyes. His hands grabbed at the sheets.  Shay moved over,frowning and trying to whisper sweet nothings to calm his lover.
He's....dead.... ,He thought repeatedly, He's dead....He's dead...He's dead
Jecht's eyes filled with tears,shaking his head.
He's dead...He's dead.
Tears spilled down his cheeks as sobs erupted out of his mouth.
He's dead...He's dead...
Jecht closed his eyes,letting the tears flow.
He's dead....and he never liked me.
Jecht's body began to convulse,his head snapping back while his body spasmed. His lover ran out of the room,screaming for nurses to help. For what seemed forever,Jecht had a seizure. One he hadn't had in almost four years. Jecht body soon went into a deep sleep. A sleep that he wish he could stay in forever.