My Revelation {Mikayuu}

Yearlong. [28]

"I'm sorry."

"Where's that coming from?" Yuu asked as he closed his room door. I had taken a seat on his bed, blankly staring at his closet.

"My words hurt you earlier, right?" I cocked my head as he stared at me.
"You did." He admitted quietly. "But you needed to let it out at some point."

"Why didn't you stop me from speaking?"

"I didn't want to. I wanted to know what you think about. You're not extremely vocal on those kinds of things."
"Neither are you," I pointed out.
He laughed. "Trust me, Mika. My thoughts aren't important. Mostly things I have to work on. Could you... give me a moment? You don't have to leave or anything. But silence is great if you can offer it."
"Sure." And so I sat, still as a stone as Yuu made his way to his closet in silence. I had never seen the insides of his closet, I realized as he began to slide it open. I knew it would be unimportant to know the contents. But I was rather surprised when the inside of his closet had a walled off section specifically for a mourning shrine. Dedicated to his mom. My left foot was resting on the bed but now fell to the floor as I studied Yuu, kneeling in front of it with his back turned to me.

After a long while, he turned back to me. The photo of his mother was clearly visible now-

He looked like his mom. So much it would hurt if I had known her. They shared the same onyx hair and emerald eyes. They even had the same smile. Emperor Tetsuo's reasoning for being strict had some light to it, I realized. He wanted to preserve as much as he could of his wife. Be it his son or her brother.

"You haven't been acting like you usually do," He commented as he sat beside me on his bed. His shoes were long removed- a strange habit of his. No matter which bedroom he entered, the shoes were always removed.
"I haven't?" I asked with the tilt of my head once more.
"No. it's really strange. One second you're snapping at everyone to leave you alone and the next you're apologizing and asking for company in a sincere and sweet voice," he explained to the best of his abilities.
"Odd, isn't it? Must have to do with my old self. Maybe he was an asshole."
Yuu laughed once more. His face wasn't pained, but there was something written across it even I couldn't read. A serious expression. The sincere words he spoke after shocked me immensely.

"I would have loved you either way."

I didn't understand why he said those words. Why he would think such things if he hasn't met my other self. If I haven't even met my other self. At that time, his infatuation with me was so strange. I couldn't figure out why he loved me just as much or as more as I did. And yet, here Yuu stood, just as content with loving me as I did him. But there was a fire about him when he told me certain things to reassure me, that was often absent in his shy nature. Little hints that a Prince did in fact dwell somewhere in his mind, I realized. The fact that such a thing was possible never failed to astonish me, amongst the possibilities of making friends.

Wow, I must have been extremely lonely in my life before.

Explained far too much of myself.

But that is irrelevant. If Yuu would love me no matter what, my past nor future mattered.

Only he did.

• ♛•

My brother loved books. Our castle's library was vast and intricate, Orpheus deeming it impossible to read every book there was stacked upon the skyscraper tall shelves.

And yet our brother read every single one of them by the time he was fifteen, and would recite them to me so he could fall asleep.

  I will admit that I missed him more than Orpheus, who seemed... glad that he was dead. It was sickening, but seldom changed the fact that I loved the bastard. We shared blood. Kind of hard not to.

As I was busied by being reminiscent of my brother's moments when he was alive, I had a tugging sensation to talk to Corinna. I hadn't felt that in a long while, that tug. It was her own urges merged with mine, meaning-

She wanted to talk to me, and was going to do just that.

"Move, Neridia! Duck, Delilah!" I shouted as I burst through the doors, wings taking up a large portion of the hall but clearing a path nevertheless. The fact that servants were diving to the floor to avoid being smacked in the face by my wings did make me feel a little bad about myself, though. But Corinna took priority in my mind and body. Especially since we realized that our intentions had become one in the same.

I had thrown my door open (audibly) just in time to hear my phone ring beneath my bed. Key in hand, I opened the chest containing the cell phone, answering the call with haste. My door shut with my will.

  "Corinna," I said, sounding far too happy to be speaking with her.
  "Lorelei, hi." She was troubled. Walking to my vanity, I asked her what she had on her mind.
"Hm... I'm not sure. I'll talk to you about it later. I have a question about your brothers."

"Orpheus this time?" I asked, hiding my shock. It didn't really do the trick, my voice squeaking partially.
"Yeah. Both of them. The whole blond package."
"Okay, shoot."

"Have either of them fallen in love?"
"No. Orpheus... maybe. He never told me. But I know our brother has never been in love in his life. He seemed surprised when I told him that we were together."

"Interesting. Okay, I'll tell you about my little theory."

"What is it?"

"No, I need you to sit down. I don't want you suddenly shifting. Last time that happened I hit my bedroom ceiling."

"Okay."

"Sit down. I know you're still staring at his photo."

"Sorry. I am now seated."

".....Alright. Listen closely, my princess."