"Ah... fuck... this is getting unbearable"
Ying rolled his eyes as he was eating cookies Layla decided to bake "Shut up and eat unless you want me to make you swallow them, your mother baked them with love" he pointed the cookie at Blade, who had for just an instant a puzzled stare.
Blade punched the table of the studio, breaking it and making the dish full of cookies fly. Ying in a swift movement stand up and picked the dish, doing a weird pirouette to get all the flying cookies back to the plate "Are you fucking stupid?!" he shouted to then pick his cup of tea, drink and throw the mug at Blade, who rolled his eyes and dodged the bullet.
"Why can't I just go alone?!" he shouted and Ying's eyes got dark.
"I said no. His Highness said he will deal with it. We didn't get any warning letter from the spy units or Umi. Dan Heng is fine." Ying tried at best to show
"Then why, WHY... Everything is so fucking SILENT" he shouted "We only got to know from vampires about the incoronation"
"Listen" Ying locked his eyes on his son "I have no fucking idea what is happening in the Emperor's Palace, but you should just focus on your duty as a duke and manage our fucking territory unless you want the Emperor to understand we do know more than Dan Heng made them believe, and let me tell you!... If they get to know Dan Heng has betrayed them, then the war will happen and the Crown Prince won't ever forgive you, Blade!" he then locked his dark stare on his bloody eyes "Or do you want to forget Dan Heng? Because we know what happens if they kill him. And there can be the possibility you won't remember... We won't... remember, do you want to risk?!"
Blade grit his teeth and Ying ate another cookie, keeping a strict stare "Get out of here, ease your mind, but you won't move to the inner territories, end of the discussion. Act like you..."
"Like I haven't... loved him? Father, I NEED to know what's happening to him. I need details... I need... to go there." Blade looked away, feeling just madness eating him from the inside.
Ying sighed as he looked at Blade closing the door, getting out of his sight.
Blade ended up walking around the garden, feeling just a big headache "Ah... I should have... asked an artist to potrait you... I would have kept it in my chamber to fool myself you were close..." the duke's red eyes were almost glowing out of his insanity.
"No... I should have kept you... in my chamber... You... You, only you... Dan Heng" he laid against the tree where he kissed him back then. He laughed insanely "Fuck... my Crown Prince, you've totally messed up my mind... How... cruel... and so fucking beautiful" he punched the log, trying to let out his frustration "I should... really... be the one... coming to you... and get you back where you belong..." he smiled at the thought "My beloved... Prince... No one can worship you better than me... then why are you so far away from me where I can't touch you.... Do you... miss me?"
Do you miss me, Dan Heng?
Or did you forget about me?
Has your family managed to get you back to their side?
Is their fake love... more important than yours truly?
If I get... to know this... Ah, my dear, my love...
You will... suffer... Dan Heng...
Blade's eyes became full of dark desires like he himself wasn't accepting those many thoughts about Dan Heng hauting him anywhere in his mind. It wasn't right and it was pointless.
Dan Heng was gone on a mission without him, so was he.
He stand up and walked fast towards his war horse.
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Fighting is Meaningless
Historical FictionBlade was the son of Ying's family. The duke, his father, was the head of the military power of the Empire, and it was pretty easy to see a desire for more growing. The Emperor and the Crown Prince, fearing Ying's family would commit treason with al...
