Sword of Justice (A Chivalry Of A Failed Knight Fanfiction) [Hiatus]

chapter 9: Confession

Dream sequence

"Dad!" I watched as younger me was running towards my father. I seem to be a little heartbroken.

"What is it, son?" My dad asked. He had orange hair, and bright orange eyes. He had a smile as he kneeled to my height.

"I got bullied."

"Oh. Why?"

"Because I don't have a Device."

"Why would they bully you because you don't have a Device? Besides, Devices are just for show. True strength comes froms from yourself."

I watched as my younger self began contemplating, but soon after nodded.

"I get what you're saying, dad."

"Good, son."

"I'm gonna go and train myself with the wooden sword again."

"Alright. I won't stop you."

A few days later. . . .

"Your son had resorted to violence," the principal said to my dad and mom. My younger self was sitting right beside my dad.

"Son, why would you do that?" My dad asked my younger self.

"He told me that I don't have a Device, and a weakling. I replied that that was what made me special than him."

"And he attacked first?"

"Not yet. He then insulted dad. . . Then, generally, everyone all over the world that doesn't have a Device."

The principal and my parents blinked at this. The principal seemed angry, as he has no Device, just like I was.

"May I know who it is?" The principal asked.

"It's. . ."

Dream sequence end. . .

My eyes shot open, as I sat up instantly. I looked around and heaved a sigh. I realised I was in the infirmary.

I then realised there was something warm on my left hand. I looked at it and smiled at this.

It was Anne, and she was holding onto my hand. She was also breathing on it.

I decided to wake her up. I leaned towards her, and whispered playfully into her ear, "Anne-sama~."

"Five more minutes~," Anne groaned out as her reply.

"It's me, Anne."

This made her shoot up from her sleeping position, and she was wide awake.

Seeing me awake, she then looked up and down at me, before she gave me a hug so powerful, that it made me fall back to the bed.

I hugged back, before I began to hear sobs, and something wet on my shoulder.

"Y-y-you idiot!" She said, muffled by the pillow and my blazer.

"What? What did I do?" I asked, confused.

"I-I-I nearly lost you. I-I don't want that to happen!"

"I'm alive now, aren't I?"

She broke the hug and was now sitting on my stomach, wiping her tears.

I sat up as I put her on my lap. She blinked and blushed wildly at this.

"That's why I'm crying."

"I know. You claim me as your special person, right?"

She nodded, but then slowly got red all over again.

"Mesagi. I want to tell you something. If I do, will you have a go at me?"

"Go ahead."

"Well. . . Y'know what, screw it."

She suddenly wrapped her arms around my neck and pulled me into a kiss.

The kiss was different from last time. Instead of forced, it felt consensual. And it was very passionate.

I closed my eyes and kissed back, wrapping an arm around her waist, and my other hand pressed against her back.

I soon pulled away, my face probably slightly red. I looked at Anne, and she was blushing.

"A-An-"

I was suddenly cut off when she kissed me again. This time, it was a deep kiss, as I felt her warm tongue exploring my mouth, making me moan softly.

After a while, I pulled away, panting from the lack of air, and I saw a string of saliva that connected our lips. . . Tongues.

Anne had her eyes half-closed, and she was red.

"Is this how you say, 'I love you?' To me?"

Anne nodded. I smiled at this, and embraced her.

"I love you too."