The Outcast's Rebirth

CHAPTER 8: The Forbidden

A/N: for those of y'all who didn't read or just ignored the tag 'mature' there's gonna be some queer boombayah going on. If you feel uncomfortable, if you feel weird or disgusted please skip. There's going to be the summary and gist in the next chapter. Don't say I didn't warn you! Enjoy!!!

🚩Mature content ahead... 🚩

As full moons passed, Kyzzu kept his distance from Winston, avoiding him at every opportunity. The bond they had begun to form during the music festival now felt like a heavy weight on Kyzzu's chest, a reminder of the strange connection to the past that he couldn't fully comprehend.

He tried to immerse himself in the daily routine of village life, focusing on his duties, but the memories of winston_his voice, his grace, the way he moved_kept creeping into his thoughts, as if every time he closed his eyes, he saw not Winston but the ghost of Ethan, haunting him with a past he thought he had left behind.

Yet, despite his efforts, there was an uncomfortable emptiness that gnawed at him, a hollow feeling that grew each day as he stayed away from the man who reminded him so much of his old friend. A part of him longed to reconnect, to understand the pull he felt towards Winston, but a larger part was still reeling from the fallout with Renzi, from the confusion and tension that now clouded his relationship.

One day Kyzzu found himself walking in the woods, seeking solace in the quiet embrace of nature. The forest had always been a place of refuge for him, a place where he could think clearly a way from the eyes of the villagers and the demands of his responsibilities he wandered along the familiar paths letting his thoughts drift as the sounds of rustling leaves and distant songs of birds fill the air.

But as he turned a corner, he suddenly froze, his heart skipping a beat. There, standing in the dappled sunlight filtering through trees, was winston. The pale man seemed almost Otherworldly in the soft light, his presence startling and inevitable, as if he had been waiting for this exact moment.

Kyzzu's first instinct was to turn and leave, to walk away and keep the distance he had tried so hard to maintain. But before he could move, Winston's voice caught through the silence.

"Are you going to run from me forever, Kyzzu?"

The words were calm, almost gentle, but there was a sharpness to them, a challenge that made Kyzzu's blood run cold. He steeled himself, forcing the hostility he didn't fully feel into his voice and he replied.

"I don't know what you're talking about." Kyzzu said, trying to sound detached.

Winston stepped closer, his eyes never leaving Kyzzu's. " You know exactly what I'm talking about, you've been evading me since that night, and I want to know why."

Kyzzu took a step back, feeling the rough bark of a large tree pressing against his back. "There's nothing to talk about, Winston, we shouldn't have-"

He was cut off as Winston suddenly moved forward, closing the gap between them in an instant. Kyzzu's breath got caught in his throat as Winston pressed against the tree on either side of him, trapping him in place. The intensity in Winston's gaze made Kyzzu's heart race, but it was what happened next that made him utterly speechless.

Without warning, Winston leaned in and claimed his lips, his lips pressing firmly against Kyzzu's. The kiss was not gentle or tentative; it was urgent, filled with a need that shocked Kyzzu to his core. For a moment, he stood frozen, his mind racing with confusion and disbelief. This was not how things were supposed to be. Ethan had never-

But this wasn't Ethan. This was Winston, and the emotions Kyzzu felt in that moment were raw and real, a mix of fear, longing, and something else he couldn't quite name. The realization hit him like a wave, crashing through his defenses and leaving him vulnerable in a way he hadn't felt a long time.