♡Our, Dendrobium.♡ [ScaraKazu]

Ch. 20; -Early Escape Plan-

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"... just go to sleep.." The raven mutters out as he goes to change into better clothes. "What so I should sleep in clothes i wore outside?" He dramatically shouts. The closet door opens slightly, then behind it the prince throws pajamas to his face. Both of them change and meet in the soft cushions again, Scaramouche holding Kazuha close to his chest. "Just sleep without waking up every 3 hours will you?". The albino just nods lowly, as they both fall asleep.

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"EVUCATE THE CITY! TAKE THE PRINCE'S TO THEIR HORSE AND SEND THEM TO RITOU!" The voices grew louder and louder until it woke both of them up. Scaramouche sensing something is wrong he tells the other to stay in bed, telling him not to worry for now. He dresses up, and looks outside the window. "Fuck." He mutters out. The heat was rising. So was the flames. He hated saying this, "My darling, I hate troubling you in the morning. But get up, we have to go. Now." The stern commanding voice accompanied with a calming tone, was enough to make the albino realize the situation.

They both walk out after dressing up and getting their small backpacks ready. "You sure you can ride White Life with your wound?" Scaramouche nods lowly at it, grabbing his hand and walking faster. Once they got out, they instantly saw White Life ready, away from any fire and catapults. After a little, Heizou also accompanies them. As they were tacking her up, Kazuha looks behind to see some weird blocks in the shape of vines taking everything away. He looks back to see Heizou safe with the raven, putting the backpacks and food on a little sack in the back.

"Shit." He says. Instantly placing down his backpack, rummaging through the supplies. "Uh.. guys? There is a blocky octopus tentacle looking thing coming towards us." Scaramouche looks at Heizou, then at the vine coming towards them. "We have to go.. Heizou there is no place for a 3rd Person FIND YOUR HORSE! KAZUHA, THIS IS AN ORDER STOP AND COME HERE!" He runs off to find a horse just like the prince said, while 3 more vines came, edging towards them. A menacing energy surrounding them.

Kazuha takes out a sheet of paper, like an old map, and opens it up. "Come on come on.." He finds an old writing, surrounded by drawings of what looked like the same red-black colored blocky vines. He takes his vision out of its place, holding it towards the vines. At that time Heizou came back and told them there were some behind them too. The vines edged closer and as they were about to attack..

Heizou grabs Kazuha, as the cubes crash down in an attempt to smush the albino under them. He sits him down behind the raven and he himself sits up on the other horse and they run through the woods.

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"WHAT were you thinking? Trying out some old ancient script that's probably fairy tale?" Scaramouche basically yells, turning his back slightly to be able to see Kazuha. "My apologies.. I thought it would work." He hangs his head low, to the vision he had no time to put it in its case on his shirt again. He does just that, and picks up a leaf as they were passing under a branch. The raven just sighs dissappintedly, looking back at the road again.

"You know, it's a good thing I wrote a letter to The Crux after you guys left. Or else we would have to wait on a bridge in Ritou for a week." The detective opens up a new thing to talk about. Even though it sounded like he was talking to both, he was talking to Scaramouche only. Kazuha, on the other hand, practicing tunes that was almost impossible for anyone else to hear.

After a while, Scaramouche being Scaramouche, he looks over to check up on the other. Seeing the leaf in his hands, but no sounds, it felt like he cornered the albino in his heart. He just was trying to help. And the raven was just trying to make sure he won't hurt himself. "My darling?" He softly coos, grabbing the attention of the male behind him. No answer, but he knew he was listening. Softly placing a hand on his thigh, like some sort of soothing technique.