Moon (boyxboy)

Chapter Three

Fenran took a look around the room cautiously stepping towards the child.

What business do you have with this child, Ranr?

"A child?" Sun questioned once more as Fenran took his place on the opposite side of the so-called child. Upon further inspections, Fenran noted the unsightly state the child was in. Pale beyond comprehension with greasy, unwashed hair matted with blood and, what Fenran predicted was the child's very own fresh blood, puddling under the child and  morbidly highlighting the child's face. It's (his, hers?) face gaunt and Fenran could already guess what kind of state the rest of the kid's body was in.

Sun gently brushed the dirty hair off of the body and shifted the kid's position into a more comfortable one for travel. The body limp Sun gently stood up and secured his hold on the feeble child. Sun looked at Fenran with fire burning in his eyes.

So he did see the scars...

"I think it would be best to let this child seek some proper care before we discuss anything." Fenran nodded his head in agreement even though he thought that the child was probably already long gone. Looking around the room once again, Fenran cringed in digust. What an awful place to put a child in.
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Moon had grown rather familiar with the sensation of being on the verge of death. It was something he experienced often and without fail. Everytime he fell into the clutches of the monster known as sleep he couldn't help but want to reach out. For what, he was unsure and he always find himself musing on what the answer could be. Unfortunately, he happened to have a lot of free time and not enough experience to understand his own desires beyond the primal need to survive and the crushing defeat knowing he no longer wanted to live. But what stopped him was the fear. If he wanted to survive he would need to face Ranr and the thought of him alone made Moon want to run in a corner as far away as he could from the man. Something he had done countless times before and always failed to acheive.

Ranr was just too powerful. Too filled with rage and fury to see Moon's small, sickly body trembling in the darkness in an attempt to plead for forgiveness. That's all Moon ever wanted. To be forgiven because if he had learned anything with his time spent with Ranr, it was the his very existence was a sin and in order make up for it he had to please others. He had to always please others. He didn't matter. He wasn't supposed to exist. He wasn't supposed to exist-

And yet here he was. Breathing. Alive. Existing, albeit pathetically, but existing, and with the fear of anybody-Ranr not wanting, not needing him anymore was terrifying, more terrifying than Ranr himself. He lived his whole life to please others, he strived for their praises no matter what they made him do because it made him feel relevant. Made him feel special. He wasn't anything without others, wasn't meant to be anything without anyone else, and no matter how hard he cried, how much Ranr tormented him, without any of it he was- he was-

Nothing. Absolutely nothing.

And he wanted to be something. Something useful. He wanted to be something that could be forgiven, but for some unkown reason, he wanted to die. But he didn't. Ranr- Ranr was familiar, death was not, and if he died, he would not be forgiven and he hated himself. He hated himself for being greedy, selfish, for being afraid of the unknown-

For living.

He hated himself for breathing and needing.

And yet, he couldn't find it in himself to die. He wasn't ready to die, and he didn't know why-

And that was killing him.
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Fenran leaned against the wall in Sun's study, the sleeping child curled up on its side on the couch Sun had lowered him down on to. A blanket gently draped of the figure of the small, child, loosely outlining the fragility of the sleeping mystery. Sun had his head in his hands, the golden strands of his hair messily crawling out between the gaps of his fingers. He hadn't said anything since they had got back. Occasionally he would look up to eye the creature before resuming to his previous position; and Fenran was not in the mood to crack a joke to cheer him up.

Fenran didn't fully understand the situation and he knew that Sun didn't either. He knew that Sun was most likely going to do something rash to get the information that he wanted and he wouldn't stop until he had it. That much, Fenran knew. So when Sun declared that he was going to hide this from his Ranr, Fenran couldn't help but be surprised.

"Your not going to confront your uncle?" Fenran asked.

"I want to wait and see on how he will react, besides," Sun glanced at the resting child."I have a feeling that that child will hold unsavory feelings toward Ranr if he were to barge in right this moment." Fenran nodded his head in agreement as he glanced at the mahogony doors of Sun's study. Fenran was almost positive that he would have punched Ranr in the face at least once.

Twice.

A couple of times.

The sound of shuffling startled Fenran as he was pulled out of his thoughts to see the creature tightly gripping the blanket as if it was something undeniably precious. Fenran felt a pang in his heart as he heard Sun let out a sigh of exasperation.

"This is the bastard prescence?" Sun exclaimed in disbelief and discontent.

Fenran looked at the sleeping creature. He was unbelievably dirty- with what, Fenran didn't want to find out; but there was no sign of clear skin as far as he could tell. It was almost as if the creature bathed in filth. The long, midnight hair pooled around him and onto the floor in messy spirals, the material covered with filth and natural and unnatural oils. The creature's face was obscured as the filthy trendils of hair covered his face. From what Fenran had seen, the creature had also been alarmingly thin and unnaturaly cold and clingy next to Sun.

"I believe it is," Fenran replied in a steady voice.

"How?" breathed Sun, "It's just a small child." After all those decades of research and dead ends the abonimation that the duo had discovered was nothing more than a tragic letdown.

"Well," Fenran breathed, "We'll just have to wait and see." Both Sun and Fenran glanced at the sleeping figure on the bed with caution.