Finding

(41) Taking Memory

Tord knew that what he did was out of hand.

Nonetheless, with the way his father was being stubborn, he knew that the man deserved it.

The blonde was challenging him of his authority and his capacity of making decisions.

He was formerly an Emperor and a great strategist. To have himself be undermined even if it was his own biological father was something he didn't like.

Call him controlling but Tord raised himself up without any help in his first timeline. He didn't need help now even if he usually played along with the older Obelia's wishes.

Which was why, Tord was now currently debating in letting his father have his memory of last night retained or simply take it with an improved version of the memory gun he once made. Tord was looking at the blue metal gun that had an empty vial on it and wondered on the PROs and CONs of taking the elder's memory when the door to his father's room slammed open.

Cerulean gem like eyes were frantically searching something until it finally stopped on him. Tord was then both amused and saddened with what he saw in those wonderful orbs.

Fear was quite rather blatant in them before the blonde was able to hide it underneath a mask of impassiveness. That said, the younger man was able to notice how the other was still quite rather tensed. Claude was tensed and waiting for an attack of sorts.

Sighing at the reaction, Tord ran his hand on his horned silver hair and came closer to the tensed man. "I see that last night's events had left a quite rather serious mark on you."

Claude brought his own hand around his neck and winced when he touched the noticeable hand shaped bruise on it. "Why?"

"Why, what? Why did I do last night? Why did I choke you? Why do I consider you as mine? Why did I leave you alive?

Among those questions, which do you want to be answered?" The twenty-year-old questioned as he walked closer and reached out his hand to trace the bruise that he left behind.

The blonde took a deep breath at such an action and Tord frowned at how badly his father was reacting. With the way Claude was acting, the silvernette was all the more getting convinced that he should take last night's incident from the man's memory.

"Tord?"

"I'm sorry. But with the way things are now; even if I answer your questions, you'll just forget about it." Tord said as he gave a sad smile and tightened his hold on the older man's neck. Again, Claude tried to struggle but soon enough he passed out due to the lack of oxygen.

The taller man then slumped in the horned male's hold and the silvernette levitated the larger body inside the blonde's room. With Claude now placed on his bed, he caressed the dark bruise on the man's neck and muttered, "Mid Heal," as white light flashed and the bruise disappeared.

Giving a loud sigh, he kissed his father's forehead as a quiet apology and then pointed the memory gun at the blonde's temple. Pressing the trigger, the empty vial was now filled with a red colored mist. Tord then produced a small paper plaque out of his pockets and with a flick of his hand the piece of paper had the date of the memory, its time and what the memory involved.

Tord then walked out of the room and was greeted with the face of a tall raven-haired man with red eyes in a butler outfit. Giving the labeled vial to the raven he instructed, "Sebastian, make sure to keep to keep my father's memory in a safe place and where he can't find it. I can't have him fearing me when I still need him."

"Of course, my lord," the said man replied as he pocketed the vial and stated as they walked towards Tord's room, "The preparations for your stay in America has already been finished. Now, all that is need are your orders."

"Have the jet ready in an hour. I'll just take a few things from my room and we're both heading back to America. Then, have a few people from Crescent Moon's Division 1 explain to my father that they would be serving as his guards when he decides to stay in the America.

The man would definitely need it since he's used to going around in public gatherings and whatnot when he's in the States. The way he acts all regal like some kind of king is just...."

"Just what, my lord?"

"Just make sure he remains alive and find some excuse for why I'm leaving so early," Tord groaned before continuing, "The memory which I took was about last night's attack and the event this morning. Which is why, he should remember about our discussion.

If he asks how he ended up in his bedroom without any memory of it, just make an excuse or something. Then, have those from Division 1 give me a detailed report about his reaction later on."

"As you wish, my lord," Sebastian replied as he bowed and walked away.

With Sebastian now nowhere in sight, Tord entered his room and slammed the door shut with a loud 'Bang!' The horned silvernette then leaned his body on the door and found himself sliding downwards as his vision began to blur.

Running his hands on his face, gem like green eyes were surprised to find fresh tears. He was crying. Tord found himself crying and he felt nothing else but regret and sadness.

His chest felt just too constricted and heavy. His breathing was now turning into erratic gulps of air and as Tord felt himself lose control he felt the brush of purple lightning brush against his skin. The purple colored lightning wrapped itself around him and the more it was outside; the Norwegian could feel as if his emotions were being replaced by emptiness.

His sadness and regret turned into a hollow familiar emptiness that Tord welcomed it. This then made his tears stop and gave him the strength to rise from his crumpled state. He then uttered, "Purification and Heal," as he was engulfed by white light and his messed-up chiffon dress was cleaned while his swollen red eyes were turned back to normal.

Tord then took a deep breath and smiled at the purple lightning for putting him back together. Running his hands through the electric lights, he cooed as he closed eyes, "Thank you, Thomas."