School of Creation ; SetoSolace

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"Seto, wake up, someone is in your presence."

Seto felt his eyes flutter open. It was dark, a hazy figure sat in front of him. He was no longer on a battlefield, laying on tough grass. He was in bed, with a warm blanket over tossed him and a cold, wet towel on his forehead. He felt sick, almost as if his whole body was burning. He coughed, sitting up. The towel toppled on to the blanket.

His eyes shifted around the room. It wasn't as dark as before, but it was almost as if the darkness was less welcoming. It was almost as if something was lurking within the shadows; something was watching. It sent shivers down his spine, he wanted to leave.

"You're awake." A voice had sighed. Seto turned and was met with those crystal blue eyes. He clenched his fist, backing up. Brice chuckled, "Don't worry, I'm not here to hurt you—for now at least."

"Where am I?" Seto asked, his voice was raspy and it ached. "What happened?"

"You've been passed out for three days, it's now Wednesday. Zek and I found you and Kyle outside the School of Creation, you were passed out and bleeding while Kyle was protecting you. Turns out the guy attacking you was some type of Sorcerer. I managed to scare him off, but when the school found out about this, they shut down the school until they can find that Sorcerer on the loose." Brice replied, patting Seto's head. "You still have a fever, lay down."

Seto did as was told, laying back down on the pillow. Brice put the cold towel back on his forehead, then continued to speak, "I volunteered to look over you, you're at my house at the current moment. Kyle is helping to look for the Sorcerer with the police, since he's the one who managed to fight him."

"I thought you didn't care about me." Seto whispered in monotone, his voice cracking and his ears tinted pink.

"Look, consider me as your friend outside of school. But inside of school, we're rivals, alright?" Brice mumbled, his churlish attitude returning.

Seto chuckled, coughing. "W-Well, alright."

"Since you're awake now, I'm gonna head off to sleep on the couch." Brice said, standing up from his chair.

Seto clenched his fist, watching the blond gather his items. Sitting up, he grabbed Brice's wrist, his face beginning to redden up. The Prince of Hybrids turned around, dumbfounded. Seto spoke, stuttering, "P-Please don't l-leave, I'm a-afraid—"

"Afraid of what?" He turned, sitting back down in the chair. Seto gulped, immediately launching out and hugging the blond. Brice fell back in surprise, the weight and warmth of brunet made him smile a bit.

"The d-dark and e-everything about what happened yesterday a-and—"

Brice sighed, sitting up and lifting the brunet in his arms. He set him in the bed, then sat down next to him, softly patting his head. "Crying won't help with anything—come here."

Seto toppled into Brice's arms, hugging him tightly. Brice tensed up, but then relaxed. He sighed softly stroking Seto's head at the brunet quietly sobbed. Brice felt his face heat up once more as he began to think of words to say. He smiled softly, "I have a trick, look at this."

Seto gazed up at the blond's face, his eyes bloodshot and his nose running. Brice lifted his hand up, a spark of electricity shooting upwards and onto the ceiling. The spark of electricity seemed to dance before fading away and back into the air. He did this a second time, the spark had stayed. Slowly, the room began to fill up with electric sparks, as if they were constellations dancing. Seto's eyes lit up, a small smile planted on his face. It calmed him down.