Twain : You Two

.10

"Son, who is that?" His Father ask the moment they stood side by side. Deruth's eye lingering to the cloak individual who hug his son but is now running away.

"Did that man stab you, by any chance?!" Deruth frantically ask, his hands quickly moving to survey Cale's body.

"Knights, seize that man!" Deruth's voice roared like a thunder around that very hill.

"Father, NO!" Cale's protest came too quickly, going as far as grabbing his Father's arm before sending a quick glare to the Knights who's ready to heed Deruth's order.

Deruth looks down to his son, faintly raising a brow to ask why he's willing to let the man escape.

"Uhm, well.. He didn't do anything bad and we're..." Cale is quickly thinking on how to disclose his Brother's existence despite his broken explanation.

With his blushed cheeks, wetted eyes, and drenches cheeks--despite the dark surrounding, anyone can tell that he has been crying.

But Deruth took Cale's flushed appearance as embarrassment and as Cale being shy. He gasp loudly when the puzzle inside his head has been completed.

Hugging each other. The man running away when Deruth came. Cale's flustered face because he caught them on act. Cale stammering because he don't know what to say but is desperately explaining as if shielding the man's identity, to protect the man. From whom? From Deruth. The Father.

Deruth feels like fainting when he came into conclusion. His knees buckling as hold his son's both shoulder.

"Tell me, Cale. Are the two of you--?" Lover?

Deruth can feel the blood inside him leaving his body as he wait for his son's reply.

Cale, on the other hand, feel relieved knowing that their Father mistook his Brother as his friends. His Father is really smart, and he's not even questioning everything.

"Yes, Father.. And we just met each other here. We were good match so we decided to be that way." Cale explained with his small voice hinted with relief, careful not to let the servants know-- so unlikely of his trash and brat behavior.

Deruth felt like someone just throw a bomb on his head, even kindly removing the bombs fin and just let the bomb denotate on the top of his head-- just like Cale softly explaining the relationship of his lover with him with a small and low voice as possible.

His child is just twelve years old! And already has a lover, a boy at that?! He didn't knew his son is bending that way-- wait, that's not the point. He didn't care wether it's a girl or boy, it's his son's preference so he's out of it. The thing is, that guy is much more older! Is that man a pedophile?! His son were just a child for god's sake, isn't he, maybe, just manipulating his son?!

Deruth calm his shaking heart--No! Damn it! He can't calm down!

His son said they just met today and they already hit it off?! Love at first sight, maybe?! Hooooh. There's no point thinking about this further.

For now..

"Cale, first thing first, let's go home." He suggested first, gently tugging his son's arm as he walked forward.

The few servants and knights were quick to give way, and when the two of them passed, they then follow their Lord and Young Master.

Ron was the last to followed the trail, as his eyes were never leaving the direction where the man ran.

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As soon as his sword training ends, Cale quickly ran away holding his wooden sword. He didn't even let Mr. Coby to finishes talking as he left right away, leaving the Instructor baffled and speechless. Because, the sword addict Young Master is excited to end the training? That redhead who's stubborn to train all day without a break is now immediately leaving the training grounds?