My One and Only (Yaoi)

Chapter 3: A Voice inside My Head

Emil is in a trance. For that short moment, he could only come up with two decisions.

First:

Turn around, then run away as quickly as possible with whatever his legs could do. But, with those muscleless legs of his, the taller man could easily catch up with him. Furthermore, he pitifully reminded himself that he's not a fit person, that delicate slender body of his will deprive of stamina sooner or later.

Second:

Stand there and give a smile. Then, with a miserable and pitiful tone, smoothly tells a lie that he was somehow separated from his group, leading to this place. Oh, if the other man questioned the bizarre black outfits, he could inform him that he got it from a wandering merchant.

... 

Both options were terrible. First one is a flat no, and the latter one... Well, he would definitely fail at 'smoothly' lying. Forget about telling deceit, his stuttering will give it away. If he were in the guard's shoes, he would immediately, and with no question arrest that weird-looking person. 

And that's what happened to Emil. Now, the black-haired youth is being locked up in a prison bar, sitting obediently with his legs folded and knee touching the hard floor. The guard sits on a chair with his gaze locked, keeping watch on him. With such an intense gaze, Emil could feel his heartbeats rising, as if he was caught after committing a crime. 

But that's the problem. Obviously, he had nothing to do with any crime, hell he was brought to this world just a few hours ago! Emil sighs. Of course, only he knew about it, the other man in the room clearly misunderstood. 

Mustering his strength, Emil slightly lifted his head and squeaked a little when he met with the man's fierce eyes.

"Um... Sir... Is there something, uh I mean, did I do something wrong?" 

His only reply was a grunt, which made the black-haired youth shift his sight to the suddenly 'interesting' floor. Emil decided to speak no further, lest he made him angry. He was crying in his mind. 

'If this goes on, that man is gonna kill me... and it would be nice if he decided to give a quick death... Ahh, screw it! Better make one last memorable memory since I'll be dead anyway...'

Surging with boldness he never knew he had, Emil glared hard at the man, his eyes twinkled with anger. 

"Sir, this is clearly a mistake. You've already checked it yourself, there were no weapons on me and mind you that this outfit I'm wearing right now is common in my land. Plus, you can't just grab someone like that, it's very rude. Now, since I've explained it, please let me go."

Emil finished with a huff of breath. That was so refreshing. It's been a while since he had done that. Did the guard buy it? He observed the man. The man in question remained still, however, if looked closely, his eyes widened, looking disbelief at the man inside the cage.