HIS MUSE (COMPLETE)

Sleeping Beauty

Mew was walking into Gulf's room when he saw Zee and Saint by Gulf's bed. The children had dragged two chairs and now they were kneeling on them to get a better view of the sleeping Gulf. They were whispering and talking to each other. Mew walked closer as he was curious to know what they were talking about. They were obviously talking about his muse, their brother who was still unconscious after being attacked by their father. He said hi to the children and kissed them on their heads.

"Gulf... wake up." Zee twitched his nose as he stared at his brother.
"I have chocolates for you Gulf." Saint whispered and took out a handful of sweet treats from his shirt pocket but his brother still lay motionless.
"Why can't he wake up?" Saint turned to Mew and asked.
"He's resting." Mew answered.
"He rests for tooooo longgggg!" Saint complained in indignation and shoved back the chocolates into his pocket.
"You're going to dirty your clothes like that." Mew mumbled as he took out all the chocolates Saint had hidden in his shirt pockets. His jeans pockets. And some were still in his hand.
"What if I'm hungry?" Saint pouted.
"I will feed you." Mew patted his head and he dumped all the chocolates he found on the table next to the bed.
"I don't think he's resting." Zee mumbled.
"I think he is sleeping... forever...." He continued.
"Is Gulf sleeping ... like Sleeping Beautiful?? Like forever?" Zee questioned Mew.
"Sleeping Beauty, not Sleeping Beautiful." Mew corrected Zee.
"Sleeping Beauty is a girl. Gulf is a boy!" Saint exclaimed.
"Kiss him. He will wake up." Zee stared at at Mew, hopeful. Mew wished he could wake his muse up simply by kissing him.
"But Mew is not a prince." Saint complained.
"Kiss him Mew! Please?" Zee begged. His eyes began brimming with tears. Mew was at lost.
"Please Mew?" Zee whispered. His lips trembling.
"I can try..." Mew replied.

    The two young boys waited anxiously. Mew stared at them and then bent forward to kiss Gulf.

"I'm sorry if I'm not a prince. This might not even work." Mew gave a sad smile.

    Mew closed his eyes and prayed to God that a miracle could happen. He slowly kissed Gulf's lips. His heart bled for his muse. His heart bled for Zee and Saint. His heart bled for himself. Mew slowly raised his head. His muse was still peacefully sleeping just like the Sleeping Beauty he was.

"Just wake up already!!" Saint growled in disappointment. He slid down the chair and stomped away.
"Gulf's not Sleeping Beauty! Mew is NOT a prince!" The child ranted before leaving the room.

Zee stood  kneeling there, still waiting for his miracle. He blinked his tears. His lips trembled. Then, he turned towards Mew and hugged his waist. He pressed his face unto Mew's chest.

"I want Gulf." The child wept.
"Oh honey... don't cry... don't cry." Mew wrapped his arm around the sobbing Zee.

    His small body shook and trembled in his embrace. Mew had lost count how many times Zee cried for his brother. His sobbing brought tears to Mew's eyes. He had suffered so much in his short life. They had suffered so much. He kissed Zee's head and continued to console the child. He rubbed the child's back trying to make him feel better. Mew stared at his sleeping muse.

"Wake up baby..." Mew whispered as his own tears fell.

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A few days after the incident, Mew had moved Gulf to his house and set up a room for him. He also hired some doctors and nurses to look after his muse. The boys were now with him with the help of his mother. The children's father, Mew did not even like calling the man their father; was in custody to Mew's satisfaction. The overwhelming hospital records and a confession from the man sealed his fate. How did his team get the confession from a tight-lip egomaniac? Mew had his ways. Mew did not abuse his status and power; but when people messed with his family, he would do anything to retaliate. He even tweaked here and there to ensure that the man would be incarcerated until Saint was 50 years old. Mew hoped that the prick would be dead by then.