Straight? Sorry I'm Gay [bl]

Arc 1.4: A Sacrifice At Wit's End

The pen engraved with ancient words upon the wooden handle softly scribbled upon a piece of parchment paper. Each stroke filled with gentleness and detail. The words that soon appeared on it like magic were gorgeous, just like the male writing it.

The pen stopped to be re inked in the midnight liquid. The sun shone delicately on his figure as if welcoming him warmly to the new day.

He placed the pen down gently before taking out a small wooden box and placing the letter along with some other items within. An array of  gorgeous fake roses and a single cherry blossom. All so they would stay with the gifter forever. After placing them gently within it was securely locked up.

He sighed as he stared up into the sky.

A single tear traced his lips but not a sound was uttered.

He placed a gentle kiss on the box before hiding it away.

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The sound of loud chattering and laughter sounded through the bustling palace. Today a grand banquet was being held for the birthday of the king. Nobel's from far and wide gathered presenting exquisite gifts along with their beloved daughters and sons to gain more power.

The food was called up in a banquet of colours celebrating a birthday. Nian tried some meat that bursted with flavors. He seemed distracted and nonchalant in the eyes of the guest but his eyes glinted with danger.

The fan in his hand clicked open. On it various flowers were painted intricately. It had been a gift from his cute little student. Well he saw the child like that in his eyes even though he was.

When thinking of his filial disciple he saw the male on the throne, his piercing eyes meeting his own.

Said male tilted the cup in his hand higher, drinking the entire thing in one swig, and wiped the remaining red liquid from the bottom of his lips. His eyes were blood red, a seductive smile remained on his face as he twirled the empty silver ware in his hand. His black and red robes draped lazily on his lean muscular body. His sword like eyebrows furrowed. 

Both females and males stared at him enchanted. Many trying to strike a conversation but failing miserably. There was currently only one person occupying his mind. His eyes trailed to the man in question who sat quietly, smiling warmly at him.

Nian chuckled his mind striking up with his system.

"I've gotten quite attach to him. It would be sad to leave him if this goes as plan. (◡ - ◡)"

[Host shouldn't hold any strong feelings or else you would be reluctant to leave. If you like I am able to provide you with a 'forgetful potion'. For free. If you like?]

"No thank you. I rather remember everything. I just feel like...it's difficult to say. I'm not even acting anymore. I truly do want to help him now. Silly ain't it. It feels like I'm raising my brother all over again."

[It's not silly host! Beware host the assassin will strike soon! （ ；'Д｀]

"Don't worry it's under control."

Nian eyed the weapon with bleak gray eyes, the eyes of a hunter framed in the passionless face of an executioner. His delicate hands were steady as they lifted, holding up the gorgeous fan. He nodded to himself. He was ready. 

He stood up slowly. The robes fluttering behind him as he carefully sauntered towards where the bathroom was situated.

His eyes never left the hand of a maid. It seemed as if time stopped. He notice the female taking out a sharp object which glinted within the light of the palace. That was when he threw the fan he was holding.