If Only, If Only - Unicorn Wars Fanfiction

Chapter Seventeen: Crimson Teeth

((I got the air Juans- but I still get dunked on))

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"You and I are going to have a SERIOUS talk when we get back to camp." the bigger, gruff bear announced as he glared down to Azulin. "Now is not the time for lectures. Don't think this is over."

At this point, Azulin was surprised this lecture wasn't something that had happened. Everything he was doing so was unconventional and dangerous. All of this new, profound care he had for everyone was making him drastic and irrational when it came to his yearning for accomplishment.

The blue eyed bear could only help he wouldn't have to actually explain himself. How WOULD he? He can't just go around and explain the fact that he was from the past or future or wherever he came from. Just spit out all of this nonsense about how prophecies were untrue, and how the world seemed to have come to an end as they knew it. There was no way to put it that would make anything make sense.

Maybe, they would even be so fed up with him they would call some psychiatric practitioner and make them cart him away to a funny room with white walls and endless misery, knowing he is the only one that will ever know what happened on that fateful day.

He couldn't let it happen again.

He needed to make sure that none of that awful stuff happened again. Even if he had to cut off his own arm and legs to keep fate from swinging her nasty claws at them once more. He has already broken reality. He has already altered the past and most definitely changed the future. He couldn't afford to hiccup and lose everyone and everything to some stupid little mistake.

What could he do when he ran out of options...?

"Coco! Go and fetch the others! We need to do a death count and assist those who remain of the troupe! YOU-" Sergeant Caricias looked down to Azulin, giving the smaller bear a side eye before letting out a shaky breath and kneeling down to his soldier. "Azulin. How... did you find this place?"

The stunned eyes of Azulin locked with the golden ones of the older bear, realizing he had yet to come up with a suitable lie.

He had become panicked, even agitated. What was he going to do if his story didn't make enough sense for the other bear to at least dismiss it as 'somewhat the truth'? Surely there was no way to do it.

"I... dreamt about it... sir." He slowly spoke out, looking away. "I ... didn't say anything. Because it sounds crazy.. don't it??" the question was anxious, causing the leader of the troupe to move his head back a little bit in skepticism. However, he only sighed with a grunt and huffed.

"I know you're lying." he bluntly stated, before standing up. "I need to assist these troops. Stay there and heal up. You're still injured.

That was another problem. The unicorn had went out of it's way to heal him, but if he wasn't injured... surely the other bears were going to be able to tell something wrong was going on. Something like that certainly does not happen out of the blue. Sure, they don't know that some unicorns can heal yet- but if word got out he healed from a severe stab wound in merely some hours and a day- then there would be even more explaining needed.

Azulin slumped down to the ground, bringing his knees up to his chest as he leaned his head forward. He had not processed the pain completely. All he knew is that the smell of the blood was messing with him. He wanted... to... touch it...

To play with it and bathe his .. hands in it... to-

NO! No no no...

Azulin was getting frantic, bringing his hand up to his had with a bit of a tightened fist- hoping to avoid scratching his own cranium again.

He needed to get these thoughts out of his head, and he needed to do that NOW. He was not like that anymore. He would never be like that again, and he would make that a promise- even if it DID kill him. He shook his head and stood up, trying to feign and injury until no on was paying attention.

Yet, every move he made, he was being watched. The faces of the bears hiding around the camp were all on him, inspecting him... judging him.

They were all staring...

'They won't keep gawking if you just take their stupid eyes out of their damn h-' Azulin slapped himself, feeling a furthering sense of crisis falling over his mind.

He couldn't do it. He can't let these intrusive thoughts poison him.

"Don't think like that you disgusting bastard..."

Azulin shook his head and buried it further into his legs, coughing a bit as he bent forward too much for comfort.

Just behind a bush, inspecting one of the bodies- Coco heard him. His lavender eyes narrowing a bit as he felt a little apprehensive about the others mental state again. He couldn't understand what would cause someone who feigned such annoying confidence to fall to such self-depreciating shambles and it worried him.

Was Azulin really like that the whole time, masking it with his obtrusive awfulness? Or did something happen that suddenly turned such a severe switch in him that he had yet to let loose from his lips?

The blonde bear went back to doing the body count, his own thoughts nagging at him- telling him to at least stay near Azulin in case something else were to happen.

Just as he jotted something else down in his small stenograph for a report to the generals of the Love Camp- he barely registered it at first- but he felt an awful pain in his right lower-leg.

Looking down- he held back a loud shout of pain- seeing a bear-trap snagged around his now bleeding limb

((To Be Continued))