'Come Back With Me.'

Winter Wind (Chapter 1)

Eddy dragged his Sacrilegious beanie over his head in an attempt to block the harsh winter wind. He squinted his eyes until he could see the building up ahead where he lived, the -10 Hours Every Day one. Eddy sighed. Even though King Vov Dill always rep-remained him for not playing sacrilegiously enough, he just couldn't bring himself too - sometimes it felt like the notes were calling him, pleading him. He smiled ruefully as he thought of the last fight he had had with the Kings.

It was over an Old Text, (The Kings demanded that they were horrible and cursed. Eddy believed them. . . right?) and some Sibelius guy had written it. It was really, really long, and Eddy had barely finished the first few measures when King Ben Leech had abruptly stopped him. 'EDWARD! What is our rule?!' the King had demanded. Eddy sighed, staring at the ground. 'If you can play it slowly, you can-' The King stopped him. 'The other one, Edward.' Eddy quickly nodded. 'Don't play the Old Texts, and play other pieces sacrilegiously,' Eddy dully repeated.

The rules were repeated over and over. Eddy guessed it was some sort of mass brainwashing. After that, the Kings had held a ceremony and burnt the Old Text. There was no way he was upset about a cursed document. No. Of course not. Except he was. (Was it normal that he loved the notes, wanted to learn it and not play it fast?)

Looking back now, Eddy would agree that Brett was the best thing that had ever happened to him. And he would definitely agree that that day was the most fateful in his life.

Thinking more about how to practice playing fast, and through the winter storm he missed the small figure that bumped (rather rudely, he might add) into him. Eddy sighed in exasperation before turning toward the man who was now on the cold ground.

"My apologizes. Are you alright?"

Brett Yang had a pretty dang good life. He got to serve his senpa-*cough*. He meant the respectable Queen, Hilary Hahn. ALSO KNOWN AS HIS SENPA-

Anyway. His job, while dangerous, was extremely rewarding. . . when he wasn't in prison, that was. You see, Grand Concertmaster Brett Yang was also an undercover... how should he put it... a spy! No. A smuggler! Ew. Well, anyway, his job was to rescue poor violinists away from the grasp of the evil 'kings' of Candy Sacrilegious Land, or whatever that heck of a place was. 

He would go in, find some poor soul that wanted to get out and befriend them, then sneak out into Hilary's land, away from the. . . popping music. Ew. 

And the prison thing, well, when the sneaking out didn't work for him, (He would always send out the other person first. In that regard, he had never failed.) he would get thrown in the horrible, out of tune place called the basement of the -10 Hours Every Day. 

It was that same place he was escaping now, and this winter storm, although cold, was a great disguise against their bee guards. Honestly! He had learned the first time to throw some honey out, and BOOM! Escape.

Even though he knew his job was really important, honestly, he just wanted to be a concertmaster with Hilary. HIS SENPA-OW!

Argh! Some idiot sacrilegious kid had knocked straight at him how dare he Brett would punish him later and if this random man was about to insult his height (or lack of it) he was going to spontaneously combust and he was taking this man with hi - 

"My apologizes. Are you alright?"

He was doomed. 

His first instinct was to marvel at his musicality - even in speech, this man had a musical ring to his words. Heh. Typical. One stroll out of prison, and he had already met his next escapee. 

His next instinct was to apologize to the man, but would that make him a copier? Then, should he act ice cold? No, too late. Should he brush it off? No! Then the man might leave, and he would never get a chance to take him back home - NO, NOT LIKE THAT! Oh god, this was embarrassing - 

"I'm sorry, are you alright? You look a bit flushed."

AHHHHHHH!!!! Abort mission, abort mission, ABORT MISSION!

"Excuse me, you're stuck to the ice, and why are you wiggling around like that?"

Oh god. Someone, please, put me back in the prison please and thank you, anywhere away from this -

"AH! I'm fine - I mean no I'm not but - WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!" Brett yelped as the stranger held up his hand. "I'M NOT MARRYING YOU!" Brett yelled, panicked. 

Eddy was more than confused. "I wasn't. . . I was trying to help you up. Besides, you can't marry a man you just met."

Brett coughed. "Yes. Thank you." With the stranger's help, Brett got up from the cold floor. It was like that saying - out of the rock and into the stir-fried noodles. Wait, he meant out of the fire and into the coals - OH, WHATEVER!

All that he knew was that this was going to be an extremely difficult mission, and it was definitely NOT because of this stranger's cute face. WAIT, WHAT?!

Unaware of Brett's existential crisis, Eddy smiled down at him. "Hey there. I'm Eddy Chen, and you are?" he asked. 

Brett smiled back. "Brett. Brett Yang. Nice to meet you."