"Chaos's Beloved," Leshy x The Yellow Cat

Chapter 12: Sadness

Leshy sniffed his way back to the cult the next morning.

As he entered, he saw The Lamb standing there, "Leshy... don't know what you did, but Milo asked me to give you a new caretaker..."

Leshy looked down, "Yeah... okay..." he hated himself. The one friend he had there now wants nothing to do with him, he didn't blame him though.

He touched his lips where he was kissed. He blushed, was this... love? Oh god.

"I'm going to give you Elena, alright..." The Lamb said.

'God damn it...' Leshy thought, 'Not her...' he didn't have the energy to complain though, "Yeah... alright..."

Leshy went to his cabin and lay down on the bed, he sighed. He just needs a few minutes alone. He took his bandages off and felt around his face. His scars were bumping and irritated.

His room was dark, and honestly, Leshy found comfort in it. He turned to his side, taking one of the pillows and pulling it tightly into a hug like it was a person.

He heard a knock at the door and didn't answer it. He didn't want to.

"Leshy, open the door," a voice said, it was Elena.

Leshy was silent as he closed his eyes, imagining the pillow was Milo, snug in his arms, smiling up at him and playing with his bushy fur.

"My bush..." he heard him say in his mind, "I hear your kind turns into moths... I bet you're the most beautiful..."

Leshy sighed, he didn't know why he thought that. He had thought about being a moth for years.

He remembered the day he went to the bathroom and looked in the mirror only to see two small bumps that got bigger every day.

Eventually, he talked to Shamura and they freaked out a bit. The god of chaos did not need wings.

Leshy was about 12 at the time, and this was a caterpillar's version of puberty. Leshy hated it, so Shamura pulled him to their temple and did a quick ritual.

They never turned into a moth, thank god.

Leshy sighed. He was... pathetic.

The knocking at the door continued, Leshy groaned, "Shut up!" he yelled and covered his head with the pillow.

Leshy covered his ears as the knocking and Elena's voice continued.

~*~

"Leshy?" Milo says.

"What is it, mortal?" Leshy replies.

"Why do you want me to come with you so badly?" Milo asks.

Leshy is silent as he thinks about an answer, "I... I want you to accompany me to... my home..."

Milo tilts his head, "Why?"

"I wish to keep you," Leshy replies, "I wish to feel you every day I wake... next to me..."

Milo blushes, "You're a flirt..."

"What is... a flirt...?" Leshy asks.

Milo thinks, "A charmer... you... charm me..."

Leshy thinks, "I don't mean to charm you," Leshy murmured, his voice barely above a whisper. "I just... want you." He suddenly grabs Milo, "Let me have you..."

Milo pulls back, "I can't leave my village... but... how about this... you come to my place, I go to yours."

Leshy shakes his head, "No."

"Then no deal," Milo says.

Leshy growls but sighs, "Fine." he then curls up in a ball and huffs, "Damned... fluffy... mortal..."

Milo chuckled, "Are you hungry, Lesh?"

Leshy perks up, "Lesh?"

"Yeah... shortened your name. It's cute right?" Milo asks.

"I sound like a bush..." Leshy replies.

"You look like a bush," Milo laughs, "Surprised you don't grow flowers."

"I do grow flowers," Leshy replies.

"Really?" Milo's eyes light up.

Leshy nods, a faint smile on the corners of his lips. "Yeah, but they're not like the ones you see in your village. Mine are... different."

Milo tilts his head, intrigued. "Different how?"

Leshy hesitates for a moment, unsure of how to explain. "They're... special, more beautiful than any wild or Carmila flower, at least, that's what I remember them being...."

Milo's curiosity grew. "Can I see them sometime?" he asked eagerly.

Leshy hesitated, "Maybe one day," he said softly, "One day..."