Curse named human

Curse named human - Part 30 / 40

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11 – -rebirth-

 † Curse named human †

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Part 30

Reunion

Ruka opened the door after a soft knock and couldn't believe his eyes when he found half lifeless Ni~ya leaning against his door frame. The weakened Angel wanted to step inside but his strength gave in and Ruka caught him in his arms, carefully carrying fainted Ni~ya over to his bed. He must have used all of his left strength to leave Hakuei's place to come back home to him. After all, he was his Guardian.

Ruka left Ni~ya at Hakuei's place knowing that he would like it there better. Ruka also knew about his protege's infatuation with Hakuei but didn't care to research their history and never asked for it.

He couldn't help himself but to wonder why they were paired up in the first place. He was a controlled, silent guy and more than painfully obvious not the right match for Ni~ya. God knows how many times he asked Ruki about it or about swapping partners with anyone else..... he wasn't what Ni~ya needed and the other way round too.

Ruka covered Ni~ya with his comforter and sat aside, observing how the young Angel was slightly shivering and murmuring in his sleep. He called for Kai in his thoughts to please check on this wingless Angel in his bed.

After some healing energy from Kai, Ni~ya finally drifted into a deep sleep and the feelings and smells from the last few days evoked memories from a past life, which he desperately tried to forget......

Flashback

Venice 1574

It was a luscious and glorious time back then. Venice was full of painters, merchants, artists and the rich society. Life was sweet to those with enough money. Luxurious houses and golden gondolas gliding through the canals. Ridiculously decorated houses and palaces, gold, brocade, expensive clothing and jewellery were everywhere. No one cared about the politics made in Florence or religion in Rome. They had their own laws in Venice and life was sweet, everybody enjoyed and showed it. Fortune was never discussed, it was spectacular shown to the outside world. Every grand family, called the 'nobili', gave ridiculous expensive Parties to show off to their neighbours and the more parties you attended well dressed, the more popular you became.

I was one of them. An only son of a rich merchant family. My father traded with fabrics, my mother helped him with the family business. I had to attend an expensive private school but dropped out every possible moment. I hated studying and business. I was one of the rich folks who attended every party.... in short, I was a total no-good. My father hoped for me to inherit the family business but oh well...

Venice was a rich city in the 16th century. Decadent. The old men traded and brought Venice to its glory, the youngsters spent the money for clothes, perfume, food, love... the dolce vita. I couldn't care less. With the inheritance of my father, I would never have to work again. It was mere sentimentality of my father to keep the family business going. I on the other hand planned to maybe marry a daughter from another prosperous family to stable my rich lifestyle if really needed and of course betray her at the first given moment.