Mama Mia (Here I go again) (Chapters)
Chapter 1: Does your mother know
Chapter 2: Chiquitita
Chapter 3: Gimme! Gimme! Gimmie! (A man after midnight) (TBD)

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Mama Mia (Here I go again) (Chapters)
Chapter 1: Does your mother know
Chapter 2: Chiquitita
Chapter 3: Gimme! Gimme! Gimmie! (A man after midnight) (TBD)
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Mama Mia (Here I go again) (Chapter 2: Chiquitita)
Word Count: 5.5k
Warnings: Unplanned Pregnancy (not explicit), Brief mentions of Sex (Not explicit)
Summary: With an unplanned pregnancy affecting her ability to return home, Yuu decides to stay in Twisted Wonderland to raise her child. The problem however, was that she was unsure who the father of her child was. It could be the second prince of the Sunset Savannah, Leona Kingscholar. Or perhaps the actor and model, Vil Schoenheit. Or even the prince of Briar Valley, Malleus Draconia. Whichever the case, Yuu decides to take on the responsibility alone- and raise her daughter Yume, without the father knowing.
None of this would come to light though until her daughters 10th birthday party...
Notes:
Yeah- a second chapter so soon because yall seemed to love the idea of it and I got sudden inspiration. I also already had a large portion of this chapter prewritten from yesterday, so I just added onto it today and revised some of it. Enjoy!
A mistake Yuu had made 10 years ago- and just now is it coming back to haunt her. If there was a world record for the longest it's taken someone to face the consequences of their own actions, this wouldn't be the longest- but it surely has to be one of the biggest ones. It was actually impressive that it had taken so long given that she was dealing with three very powerful mages who also held lots of influence- to figure out her secret- and even then, they would have been none the wiser if it wasn't for her equally intelligent daughter stepping in.
“Start talking- why did I get this letter just now?” Leona growled out. Yuu breathed in a deep breath- her palms starting to sweat as she was now being confronted. “It would have been nice to have known ten years earlier that I had a child-”
“You have a child? I believe Yume is my responsibility.” Vil frowned, turning his head to Leona with his hair falling over his shoulders as he did so. “I understand we all received a similar note in nature, but how would you even be a viable option, when me and Yuu were together 10 years ago. The timeline simply matches-”
“You both must be mistaken.” Malleus stepped in. Even with just his words, he was able to gain attention from everyone in a way that Leona and Vil failed to. “I was with the child of man 10 years and 9 months ago from this very date. That means the child is my daughter and heir-”
“Now wait just a minute, Lizard-” Leona turned his frustration, now with full force, towards Malleus- who did not even blink an eye at Leona’s anger. “You don't get to make a claim.”
“There is no claim- And I believe that's for our dear Yuu to explain-” Vil added to Leona’s words. All three men turned their questions and ire towards Yuu- who looked akin to a deer in the headlights. “Who exactly is the father?”
You would think that after 10 years, she would have found the proper words to explain what happened, how it happened, why it happened and everything in between. However- she thought she would have more time to figure out her words. More time to process everything herself, since the past 10 years felt like nothing but a dream, passing by quickly. But now- she would have to say something.
But she needed a few minutes to gather her thoughts first. She raised a finger, as if pleading for a moment as she frantically looked back and forth between Grim, her friends and the three men. “I promise, I'll explain everything-” She looked to Yume- the girl holding a huge grin while her mother was internally combusting. That grin alone made Yuu want to ground her daughter until college- but she held back her wrath (for now). “Just… give me a minute.” She breathed out- realizing she had been holding her breath.
Yuu rushed towards Yume, placing her hand on the girl's back and ushering her into the house, quickly closing the back door behind them and going into the living room. The cold inside the house felt like a wake up call from the heat and confusion of outdoors. It allowed her head to clear for just a few seconds before she turned to her daughter- who looked less pleased with herself now.
“Yume- what was that? Why-” She stopped- looking out the windows of the living room to actually make sure what she was seeing was real. “How are they here?” She asked as she pointed to their backyard. “And how did they get those letters?” Yuu had an inkling of how they did, but she wanted- no- hoped her daughter would deny her hand in it.
Yume took a deep breath as she confessed; “I invited them-” But the girl barely got the last word out before Yuu was doubling over, holding her head in her hands. “And I'm the one who sent them the letters.”
“You did what!?” Yuu hissed out. She knew she should have put a lock on the storage room, knew she should have hidden her things better! But she figured that her child would not yet understand to invade her privacy- perhaps that was a foolish belief. Her child had been invading her personal space since she could walk- why should she think her privacy and belongings would be safe?
“I just wanted to know who my dad really was- and invite him to my birthday! It was obvious you knew but weren't telling me for a reason and now I know; because you never told him!” Yume frowned- her little eyebrows furrowing as far as they could. It looked comical on her face- given the girl hardly got angry- so Yuu had to hold herself back from cooing over her child as her anger took over.
“Yume-” Yuu tapped her foot for a minute before finally saying. “I am very disappointed in you. Not because you wanted to know who your father was, but because you went through my belongings, went behind my back and mailed private writings that had no right to be given out.”
“But… But that's not fair!” The girl cried out. “I tried to speak to you before about him- but everytime I do, you just brush it off- you never give me any straight answers! Don't I deserve to know who he is?”
Yuu’s anger faded as her daughter expressed her frustrations, because she was right. She did have a right to know, but it had been Yuu’s responsibility to figure out who he was- and she had failed her daughter. She wasn't frustrated with her daughter, not truly, not for doing what needed to be done more than a decade ago- she was angry with herself. With her own failure and hand in this whole situation. “Youre right…” Yuu conceded, as she sighed and walked over to the couch- plopping down onto it as she chewed on her bottom lip. “You do have a right to know, and I'm sorry for failing you.”
The young girl tilted her head, confused now as to what her mother meant. “What do you mean?”
“The truth is- im not sure who your father is…” Yuu admitted. For the first time in 10 years, she was finally admitting the truth outloud. Even when Grim had asked all those years ago, she had even kept it from him. She had lied and kept it from Ace and Deuce and just about everyone else. But now- now that her daughter was old enough to know, she was ready to speak about it. “You were right- one of those men out there is your father, but im not sure which one…”
Yuu expected her daughters second wave of anger- perhaps even accusations and some slamming of doors. However, Yume was quiet as she thought it over. And then, a small smile grew over her face. “Then that means…I could be a princess!” The child exclaimed, her tiny fists balled up in an excited manner.
Yuu gave an exasperated look to the girl- puzzled by her reaction. ”No-” She let out a laugh of disbelief. “You are not a princess-“ Yuu started- but was quickly cut off.
”You don't know that! There is a ⅔ chance I can be- and I like the sound of it.” The girl shot back. “I'm going to be a Princess! I'll get to wear tiara’s and pretty dresses-” Yuu was going to argue against her daughters statements- however, found that no matter who her father was, those statements were true. Even if Vil turned out to be the father, he would also encourage and likely aid his daughter in obtaining just about any and every dress and tiara that can be bought within his power.
“You’ll always be my Princess- but that’s not the point. Yume- you know better than to go into my things, much less, reach out to strangers-” Yuu folded her arms. “Therefore, you are grounded for… three months.”
“Three months!?” The girl’s excitement faded as she gasped. “Why three!?”
“One month for every letter you sent. I think that sounds more than fair-” Yuu explained. “But, your sentence will start tomorrow. Today is still your birthday after all…” As soon as Yuu had said that, the backdoor opened once more, and in came three figures. But it was not the potential fathers of Yume- but her friends. Yuu breathed a sigh of relief as she saw Grim, Deuce and Ace enter into the living room- still baffled at what had just happened outside.
“Ummm- it was getting awkward and tense out there.” Ace said “It got to a point it seemed safer in here than out there.”
“It reminded me too much of school… It was like I was 16 again…” Deuce said and then audibly shivered. “Never do that to us again Yuu.”
“That's all the both of you have to say?” Grim interrupted. Not asking- what in sevens name is actually going on?!”
Yuu breathed out through her nose as she raised from her seat on the couch and looked at Grim. “Grim- I'll explain it to you later. Yume-” She turned to her daughter. “Go and take grim to your room while I talk with your Uncle Ace and Deuce.” That might not have been the best choice considering Grim watching Yume was probably how they got into this situation- but at this point, Yuu was desperate. She needed to get advice on what she should even do next- and maybe they would know better than herself.
Grim mumbled as he walked towards Yume. “Yeah, you'll owe me an explanation- AND a can of fancy tuna!” He said as he and Yume walked into the hallway. Ace, Deuce and Yume were silent until they heard the door to Yume’s room close.
“Yuu, what’s going on? Why are three of the old housewardens here?” Deuce asked, folding his arms. He had not expected this when they had agreed on coming to visit for Yume’s birthday.
”Yeah- what’s the deal? Look- I know we didn't exactly ask about who Yume’s dad was but we were expecting someone-“ Ace paused before finally finishing his sentence. “...Someone we didn't know.”
Yuu contemplated lying- simply ignoring the problem for another day (or year) and playing off the whole situation. But, if she were to confide with anyone about what was going on, it would be Deuce and Ace. Throughout the years, they had always been there for one another, and this didn't change anything. So, Yuu took a deep breath, steeling her nerves as it all came spilling out of her. “Yume found my journal and went through it to look for her dad, except she didn't find one but three names who she thought could be her father. Then, she sent old letters that I had written years ago to them- Letters that I never sent them! And now I have all three at once, showing up on my doorstep and very likely sitting at a table together and plotting how they should deal with me.”
They both blinked, staring at her. Yuu swallowed the lump in her throat- a combination of tears and stress building up- as she stared back at her friends. It felt even better to confess to her two friends than it had when she had explained it to Yume. “And… who is the father exactly?” Deuce asked cautiously.
She thought that by the way things had turned out, they would have guessed that she didn't know- but now she had to say it directly. “I…” She sighed, pinching the bridge of her nose as she confessed out loud for the second time. “I don’t know…”
“You don’t know!?” Both men exclaimed and her head shot up.
“How in sevens name would I know!? I thought I could figure it out myself when Yume was born- but she’s just a replica of me!” Yuu shot back. “And she looks human, but that doesn't mean anything because I'm human!”
“How about a good rule of thumb is to keep track of who your sexual partners are and to space them out a bit-“ Ace started, but was punched in the arm by Deuce.
”No- a good rule of thumb would be to just use protection, dumbass!” Deuce corrected- and Yuu interrupted them both.
“Ten years too late for that, boys! The product is in the other room- and now I need help figuring out what to do because it's come back to bite me in the ass!” She whispered as loud as she could without Yume, Grim or the three men outside hearing her.
“When did this even happen? How?” Ace asked now. “It’s not like you, Vil, Leona or Malleus were ever close- right??? Am I missing something?”
“Well…. Do you remember that reunion that Azul hosted?” She asked.
“The one he priced unreasonably high amounts for, and then you begged us to come because there would be alcohol? Yeah- I remember that alright.” Deuce said- and Yuu deadpanned to him.
“That’s when we reunited. Me and… those three.” She sighed. “Each one for a different reason and on different nights- but yeah… all three…” she paused- and then scratched the back of her neck as she looked down. “within the span of a month-“ She mumbled under her breath.
They both looked at her again, as their voices raised. “A MONTH?!”
“You both aren’t making me feel any better about this!!!” She snapped finally. “Now use whatever brain cell you both share and help me unfuck the situation!”
“Us? What do you want us to do?” Deuce asked- raising his hands to gesture outside. “It was different when we were in school- we were able to help you then. But this- this is… a really bad situation-”
“Worse than the overblots we dealt with?” Yuu asked and put a hand on her hips.
“Might as well be- at least then we could blame the overblot on their actions- but this; they are going to consciously make the decision to kill us if we get involved or they think we knew anything about this.” Ace explained.
Yuu looked up now to the ceiling as she paced the room. The two just watched her as she went back and forth.“Okay- I can do this.” She hyped herself up before finally stopping in the middle of the living room and looking at her friends one last time. “Just… watch Yume for me then. Don't let her go outside while I speak to them.” She turned to leave but paused and shot them both a look. “And don't eat the cake without me and Yume!”
“We wont-” Ace called back, before muttering under his breath. “We wont eat it without Yume…” But Yuu didn't hear the last part as she opened the door and closed it behind her. Closed it on her one way of escape, on the idea of safety and just ignoring the situation. It was time for her to do the right thing.
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As Yuu sat there, with three of her ‘exes’ sitting across from her, pissed at the situation of her creating, she contemplated writing a book; ‘how to explain one of your sexual partners knocked you up and you don't know which one- 5 tips on surviving’. Tip number one: Tell them before the child is born; A tip Yuu failed to take 10 years ago.
“So potato; start explaining. Why is it that it took a child sending us an old letter for it to be revealed you had a child- and that it may be one of ours?” Vil asked, folding his arms as he leaned back in his seat. Tip number two: you should be the one to tell them all, in person, and not your child; yet another tip she failed once Yume sent out those old letters- letters she should have destroyed as soon as she knew she wouldn't send them. “Its rather jarring to be preparing for a photoshoot only to receive a letter that I have a daughter- and that its her birthday. I dropped everything to be able to come here-”
“You aren't the only one who had something going on-” Leona shot Vil a look. “I didn't care about getting out of stuff I had going on- what bothers me the most is that I show up and already on your doorstep are two other men who received the same exact letter.” Tip number three: Don't write the same exact speech and explanation for each of the men who you suspect are your child's father. If they come together and realize you were going to tell all of them the same exact story, they will not be too pleased.
Malleus cleared his throat, leaning forward as he intercepted the conversation. “I believe we are all focusing on the wrong issue; the question we all have is who is Yume’s father? Since our dear Yuu never explained who the letter was for.” Tip number four: Actually have answers for each of them. They will not be happy hearing that Yuu never made any attempts at finding out her daughter's paternity- as it had never mattered to her. None of them were in her life any longer and she didn't want them to be anyways. Maybe it came from a deep rooted fear that if any of them believed they were Yume’s father, they would take her away from Yuu. And Yume was all Yuu had left (aside from Grim)- her only family she had left.
And Tip number five: Tell them the truth regarding everything (A continuation of tip one). This is the one and only tip Yuu could now follow as she sighed, her shoulders dropping as she looked down. She couldn't look any of them in the eye any more, especially since this was the circumstances they were all seeing one another under again. “Im not sure.” Absolute quiet- none of them saying anything which just made her stomach curl- it was even worse than if they all started yelling and scolding her. At least then, she would know what they were thinking and how they were feeling- but the uneasy silence only reminded her of the calm before a storm.
Speaking of storms- the once sunny skies above suddenly became overcast- which was odd as it was forecasted to be a warm day. In the distance, a slight rumbling of thunder could be heard but no lightning followed. Yuu looked up at the sky, shocked, and then to the three men finally. Leona looked flat out outrage- like he was holding back a choice of multiple words for Yuu. She didn't fault him for it- and wouldn't if he did start yelling at her. Vil’s face could only be described as looking appalled- hand over his mouth as he stared at Yuu and then between Leona and Malleus, like he was internally trying to come up with a timeline that would make it all make sense. And Malleus- he was absolutely distressed. He didnt look angry- but like a… kicked puppy. She expected his anger the most- but betrayal in his eyes was all she could see.
She should add a sixth tip just for good measure: don't sleep with some of the most powerful and influential mages of this world's time- otherwise you may be fearing for your own safety. Suddenly, she couldn't blame Ace and Deuce for coming inside to escape this scene.
Yuu folded her hands in her lap, clasping them so tightly her knuckles turned white as she continued. “I'm so sorry- I… Everything happened really fast, and by the time I figured out I was pregnant, I had already slept with all three of you and we all weren't talking.”
“How about a phone call?” Vil asked- his voice strained. Yuu had not heard him sound so conflicted in years- not since the events of the SDC had happened… “Even if you didn't know- we could have figured it out together and have put all this to rest years ago. And as you know- im not one to skip out on my responsibilities-”
“Yeah- I don't think a letter cuts it. I mean- if she is my kid- if she’s any of our kid- then we just missed out on 10 years of her life.” Leona added. “I would have at least liked to have had time with her- Now we are gonna be strangers to her.”
“I am… deeply displeased with how everything has turned out.” Malleus expressed finally after Vil and Leona spoke. “If even It had been hinted that the child you carried could be my offspring as well- then I would have never let you leave-”
“Wait- she left you?” Leona turned to Malleus- having a shit eating grin that was not called for in this situation- and Malleus looked like he was contemplating striking Leona down at that very moment.
“Does it matter?” Malleus asked- but before Leona could give a witty comeback, Yuu interceded.
“It doesn't. It doesn't, Leona.” She said firmly. “Look- Even now- I don’t expect anything. I’ve cared for Yume for the past 10 years, and will gladly do so without any other help for the remainder of her childhood. So… you all are off the hook.” She said. “Yume has just been on a quest lately to find out who her father is, and went through some of my old journals, and just so happened to find those letters. And… Well, I never sent them because I didn’t think it was right to. I mean- I didn’t know which one of you could be her father- and I didn’t want to get it wrong and… ruin one of your lives.” She crossed her arms and sat back in the folding chair- with it creaking under her uneven weight as she did so. “You all deserved to go and live life how you envisioned.”
“And what about you?” Vil asked, however his voice was softer now- not filled with the accusatory tone he had had earlier on in their conversation. “You also deserved to live the life you envisioned-“
“This-“ Yuu motioned to everything around her. “Living here, having Yume… it’s everything I could have wished for. I might have lost my family as soon as I was brought here but… I’ve slowly made my own family as well. Yume and Grim are all I need. It’s a simple life, that I can’t deny- but it’s mine. It’s what I’ve built and can look back on and be proud of.”
“Well… I would not like to be ‘off the hook’ as you put it.” Malleus declared. Yuu blinked a few times- a little startled by his words. “I believe Yume is my daughter, and I want to have a relationship with her. If she is my daughter, then she has much to learn about her culture- and would be considered an heir to the Draconian family lineage-”
“Back off, Lizard!” Leona sprang up finally- as if finally finished with listening to Malleus. But Malleus would not stand for it any longer, as he also raised from his seat, much more smoothly and gathered.
“I let it pass once for the sake of propriety- but if you call me ‘Lizard once more-” Malleus snarled back- and the sky darkened more as the thunder grew closer. But that didn't deter Leona as he continued.
“Yume has to be my kid- You slept with all three of us only after the class reunion hosted by that octopus bastard, right?” Leona pointed to Yuu- who froze, looking at all three of them before nodding.
“Ummm- yeah… yeah I did…” She said awkwardly, pursing her lips.
“Well then that means I'm the first one you slept with.” Leona finished. “Which means the odds of Yume being my daughter are higher than the two of you. And like Vil said- I'm gonna take responsibility for her.”
Malleus raised an eyebrow, as he said; “Lilia has explained in utmost detail on how human children are conceived, and I do not deem it statistically impossible that either myself or Schoenheit could be Yume’s father. Conception does not equivocate to who copulated with Yuu first, but rather whose sperm fertilized it-” Vil scoffed, and shook his head at Malleus words.
“I will not sit here and argue back and forth with you two about who should be responsible for Yume-” Vil stood up as well, and Yuu sighed as she was the last to stand. “I need to make a call to my attorney-” Yuu’s face crumpled into one of worry, before Vil amended his words. “To get a paternity test in place. She will ensure it is done with the utmost care and secrecy as to not let any unwanted individuals from finding out. Then we can be sure who shall take responsibility of Yume. I will be right back-” And with that, Vil excused himself from the group- which left Yuu with Malleus and Leona.
Whilst ‘enjoying’ (suffering) in the silence between the three of them- Yuu started to contemplate the likelihood of each of them being Yume;s father. If they were going by when and how frequently Yuu had slept with each of them, then Leona had a fair chance either way. They had only been together once, however he was the first she had slept with… and then there was Vil- which lasted only a week, but they had slept together multiple times. And then there was Malleus- her last relationship, which has been her longest. They had been together for almost three weeks before she… Well, she left.
Yet another thing she had never really processed, as very soon afterward, she found out she was pregnant. Therefore, thinking about her romantic life and relationships went out the door- what she had to worry about was her own survival and the welfare of her baby. The said baby in question- Yuu could see looking down at her from an upstairs window.
Yuu gave her a stern look, and waved her hand as she shooed her away- as if telling her to get away from the window. Yume frowned, but withdrew from the window and Yuu shook her head.
“Is she a handful?” Leona asked- a smile on his face. Where most would seem annoyed at the idea of a child misbehaving, he found it amusing. Yuu chuckled, and nodded her head.
“Oh yeah- I would describe her more as an armful if im being honest.” Yuu said and Leona shrugged.
“I think all kids are an arm-full- It's just in their nature…” He sighed and Yuu tilted her head.
“If I recall, you don't really like children.” She said, “So… why? Why try to claim Yume?”
“Thats different.” He asserted. “If it's my problem- my kid, then atleast it's mine. I just… don't like dealing with others kids.” He shrugged- and part of Yuu told her to just drop it. It seemed like a deeper subject than she should broach, especially with Malleus right there. And Leona and Malleus already were not on very good terms with one another- and it seems the years did not ease those feelings of vexation that Leona held for Malleus.
Soon after, Vil came back, hanging up the phone as he approached them once more. “Well, that was my attorney. She was able to secure an appointment with a nearby clinic who can squeeze us in for an appointment early tomorrow morning. Which means that it will be private, and no one will see.” Vil sighed. “However, the clinic is extremely busy, so it will be a few days before we get any results…”
“Well, if that's the case, then I'm staying until those results do come in.” Leona stated.
“Likewise. It would be hard to leave the child of man and her child in such a state of uncertainty- and would pose more problems when it turns out I am the father-” Leona cleared his throat. “What I mean to say is; it will be easier to come up with a plan if I am the father and am already here.” Malleus corrected himself.
“I think it would be best for all of us to be here to wait for the results. I, myself have made time and postponed the project I was supposed to be working on until the results are in. I plan on spending as much time as I can to hopefully make up for the years I was not present in her life.” Vil explained.
“You all really don't have to-” Yuu started but was silenced by a well manicured finger being raised from Vil.
“Do not try to dissuade us- you have already gotten plenty of time with Yume- now it is our turn.” Vil remarked.
Yuu grimaced, before nodding. “Fine. But we do this on Yume’s terms. I don't want her to be overwhelmed.” And all three of them nodded in agreement. Yuu looked back towards her apartment, before turning to the three of them. “Let's all have some cake then… she invited all three of you, and it would be rude to make you leave now after making such a trip out here..”
“That sounds delightful.” With Malleus smiling, the overcast skies seemed to have vanished, leaving white fluffy clouds and the bright sun once more.
“Indulging in a slice of cake wouldn't hurt…” Vil concluded- and so, Yuu walked to the backdoor, going inside to gather her friends to come back out and to grab the cake. This would be one of those times she wouldn't mind letting Yume have a treat before dinner.
She opened the door- coming inside. “Okay- you guys can come back outsi- Did you start eating the cake!?” Yuu yelled, as she walked in on Ace, Deuce, Yume and Grim all going to town on the Ice Cream cake she had bought. There still remained a majority of the cake- but there were evident fork marks in a huge section of it- specifically cuttng into some of the bunnies.
Ace had a mouth full of cake, before chewing and swallowing a huge chunk. “Well… we waited for Yume technically…” He said as soon as his mouth was clear.
Yuu (for the millionth time that day because she cant catch a damn break) sighed- and defeatedly carried the remainder of the cake outside, with Yume skipping behind her- face full of frosting. She set the cake down on the table, and could see Vil, Leona and Malleus looking at her and the cake- confused.
“Before we sing-” Yuu bent down to speak to Yume. “Look- I dont know who your father is- however, Vil has arranged it so tomorrow we can go find out.” Yuu said.
Yume blinked, and then asked; “Wait- does that mean I have to go to school tommorow?” Yuu deadpanned at her daughter- out of all of her questions, that was the most pressing?
At the same time, both her and Leona responded with opposite answers;
“Yes.”
“No.”
“No? What do you mean no?” Yuu turned to him.
“I say we vote-” leona said, and Yuu frowned.
“There will be no voting! Im her mother and I say she is going to school-”
“Ah ah ah Potato, as we are now each have ⅓ rights as her father- we have a say as well… unless you want to discuss in further detail how we were deprived from this childs life until just now-” But Yuu gave in as to stop Vil.
“Alright! Fine- we will vote. All in favor of sending Yume to school tomorrow because she needs her education still, raise your hand.” Yuu raised her hand, and waited for one of them to as well, however- for once this afternoon (and perhaps all their years) all three of them finally agreed on something.
“All in favor of spending time with Yume for the remainder of the days until we receive information on her parentage- raise your hand.” Malleus said- and with an overwhelming four against one (thanks to Yume joining in on the vote)- Yuu was outnumbered.
She breathed in a deep breath before saying. “I dont like voting anymore.” And laughter erupted around her from everyone. She shot Deuce and Ace a dirty look as she internally labled them as traitors.
But… she was relieved. They would all have answers- this portion of her life would be finished and finally, Yume could have a father if thats what she wished for. And also a swell of sadness washed over her- for she would have to soon share Yume- something she selfishly did not want to do. Yume was hers- her daughter, her child, her everything- and if she shared Yume… then what would she have left?
She would worry about that once they knew for certain; for now, she just sat off to the side as she watched Yume enchant her three potential father’s and snack on her half melted slice of ice cream cake…
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Mama Mia (Here I go again) (Chapter 1: Does your mother know)
Word Count: 5.1k
Warnings: Unplanned Pregnancy (not explicit)
Summary: With an unplanned pregnancy affecting her ability to return home, Yuu decides to stay in Twisted Wonderland to raise her child. The problem however, was that she was unsure who the father of her child was. It could be the second prince of the Sunset Savannah, Leona Kingscholar. Or perhaps the actor and model, Vil Schoenheit. Or even the prince of Briar Valley, Malleus Draconia. Whichever the case, Yuu decides to take on the responsibility alone- and raise her daughter Yume, without the father knowing.
None of this would come to light though until her daughters 10th birthday party...
Notes:
Im supposed to be working on Eternal Youth rn- but lowkey got writers block and just wanted to write something fun/comical and light with no stress/worries. Not writing this to be my most amazing piece of liturature- but to just have fun. Enjoy!
“Are you certain of this? Everything you have worked towards- your goal since you’ve came to this land, has been to return home. And now, we are so close- nearly at the finish line.” Crowley said. His voice sounded like he pitied her- and even through he was commiserating with her new set of circumstances, it did little to make her feel better.
Because the truth was; she wasnt sure of her decision. Every single day, she teetered on the edge of wondering if she was doing what she felt was right or if she was making a mistake. More often than not, in the back of her head, she was close to changing her mind. Just him asking her that, reminding her of her home- the life she had left behind- made a lump form in her throat- words unsaid that were urging to leave her mouth. She breathed in deeply- calming her nerves as she composed herself, swallowing down the lump. It would do no good to doubt everything now that it was all said and done. She couldnt change what has happened.
So- she decided to hear out what her options were now. It was all she could do… “And… if I do decide I want to go home? What then?” She pursed her lips- thinking about adding more onto her question- clarifying her worry- but it was unneeded as Crowley gave her a small, but sad smile.
“Well… your child will be part of this world. It will have no place in your past life.” Crowley replied. “In short; it will be impossible for the child to accompany you back to your world- if you choose to return still.”
She knew this- knew this would be his response, had expected it- and yet still; she had held out hope. Hope that she would be wrong… but it was foolish for her to think that she could take one last reminiscence of this world. A world she had come to love just as deeply as the one she had came from. How long had it been since she had come here? 6 years? Almost 7? After she had graduated from Night Raven College, she had stopped keeping track.
And then… she had made a mistake- Well, really, three mistakes. In hindsight, who would have ever predicted this is what would happen? Her mother, certainly- who had warned her against having unprotected sex. And now, she would deal with the consequence- for she knew, even if her mind went back and forth, she could never abandon her child here.
“I… I cant then.” Yuu said with finality, the last of her doubt and hope leaving her mind. It was as if letting go of it all- and now, being able to mourn her old life- that she was able to have much more clarity. She could breath, she could truly now live and accept the world around her as hers now- because it wouldnt just be her world, but her childs home. She looked to Crowley, at peace with it. “Thank you… for atleast trying… I suppose now, all I can do is make the best life I can for myself and my child.” she looked down at her stomach- which concealed her fate, and would only grow over the next couple of months.
The next question in her mind was where she would even go. She had resided on Sage’s island ever since she had been brought to this world- knowing no other home. But it wasnt like she could raise a child on a school campus.
There was a pause of silence before Criowley asked: “And what of the father? Would I be overcrossing a boundary to ask weather the child's father is present?”
That was a difficult question- where would she even start with that. “No…” She replied. “The father will not be involved.” It wouldnt be fair- especially when she didnt even know who the father was. But she wouldnt admit that- especially not to Crowley! She had not even told Grim the truth… He didnt need to know anything other than that she wouldnt be returning home because she was pregnant. That was it.
“Well, luckily for you- My generosity know’s no bounds! And because of all of the assistance and dedication you’ve offered the school over the years you have been here, I will grant another gift.” Yuu frowned- confused on what he was referring to. She knew she had stopped a multitude of disasters over the past couple of years she had been here- especially in her first year when she had stopped seven overblots- but what gift could he give her that would make a difference?
She decided to take the bait. “Oh yeah? And what is that?”
“Well, the school owns a couple of buildings within town- some of which we rent out. Now- I know you do not have the funds currently to rent, however perhaps we could come up with another compromise?” A compromise…? “There is currently a storefront for a cafe, which closed down around a decade ago and hasnt reopened since. Well… its been popular demand that it be brought back- however, I was never able to find someone to manage the store… until now. How would you like to run the cafe?” Yuu was speechless- her mouth opening and closing as she tried to figure out what to say. “I would grant you funds for food and necessities ofcourse- and there is an apartment above the storefront that you can board in… I ask that you just consider it.”
There wasnt much to consider through. It was the best option she had heard in a long time; she would live in a familiar place, relatively safe- she would be able to have a job, a place to live, a stead source of income… it was all she could ask for really. So- she didnt need time to consider it- she knew what her answer was. “I accept.”
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“Yume- you’re gonna be late!” Yuu called upstairs- receiving no reply back.
In a month, it will have been 10 years since her daughter had been born. 10 years of living on Sage’s Island and running the coffee shop for Crowley. 10 years of ups and lows- and coming to grieve, mourn and unteather herself from her old world. It had been easier than she imagined when Yuu not only had herself but her daughter and Grim to think of now. “Grim-” Yuu’s companion poked his head up from the blanket where he rested on one of the many booths in the coffee shop area downstairs. He blinked grogily and let out a yawm- as she pointed up. “Please go get Yume- she is going to be late for school if she isnt down in the next two minutes.”
“Yume! You’re gonna be late!” Grim repeated, yelling upstairs as well, and Yuu put her hands on her hips with a look of irritation.
“Thanks Grim- I could have done tha-” But then there was the sound of small footsteps on the stairs, the sound of a child running down the stairs.
“Im coming!” A high pitched voice called out, and sure enough, in entered her daughter- dressed with her backpack on her back. She had dressed herself, and though she was a little younger than 10 years old, she looked neatly put together. “Im ready to go.”
“Good! Say goodbye to Grim and lets go-” Yuu said as she rushed towards the door. Yume took her time though as she approached their companion.
“Bye Grim!” Yume reached down and gave a big hug to Grim- who accepted it graciously and patted her back the best he could with his paws.
“Bye kid- go and learn something.” He gave another yawn, stretching his back in a similar manner to a cats after Yume let him go.
“I will!” She chirped and ran towards Yuu, running out the door. Yuu pointed at Grim, expectantly.
“Im taking her to school. When I get back, you better be awake and the machines better be running. We open in less than an hour and they need atleast 30 minutes to get hot and going.” She reminded him, but he squashed her worries as he leaped down and walked towards the kitchen.
“Im going, im going.” He grumbled. Yuu smiled, closing the door behind her. She knew he didnt like to wake up early, and yet, without fail for the last few years, he has woken up early to help her set up the shop- even if with a few complaints every now and again. Yuu walked up ahead, finally catching up to Yume, who’s short legs had made it such a far distance without her. Once she finally caught up, Yume held out her hand to Yuu, to hold her hand as they walked- which Yuu took.
“Mama-” Yume started, and Yuu let out a hum that she was listening as they walked the quiet streets. It was early enough in the morning that there was hardly anyone else out and about- especially students from the nearby schools- but not so early that there was no sun. The only people who occupied the streets were the locals and other store owners who were setting up before opening. “My birthday is coming up!”
“Yes it is dear.” Yuu replied. A dog crossed their path, with its owner following behind with a leash. They halted before continuing their walk.
“I know what I want for my birthday…” Yume’s voice drifted off- unsure of herself. Yuu looked down to her daughter, now intrigued.
“And what would that be?”
“I want to know who my father is. I want him to come to this birthday…” Yume asked, and Yuu stopped in her tracks- startled. She knew this would come one day, the day her daughter grew up and would understand the difference between her peers having a two parent household, compared to her own household of just Yuu and Grim. Maybe when she was 5, that was enough, but now… and Yuu could not fault her for it either.
“Well, that is…” she didnt even know where to start, or how to respond. “Your father… loves you very much- but wont be able to come.” Yuu lied- because she couldnt admit just yet that her father- whoever he was- did not know she existed. But Yume wouldnt just leave it at that- she pressed the issue, her own curiosity now outgrowing the answers that Yuu had always supplied her daughter with. That her father was ‘a busy person’, or that ‘he would meet her one day’. But it was no longer good enough.
“But why not? Why cant he come? And dont say its because he is busy- how can he be so busy he cant make time for me?” Yuu pursed her lips. She could see how distraught her daughter was about this- and so, this time, she decided to tell her something equivalent to a truth.
Yuu stopped, pulling her daughter off to the side of the sidewalk, as she crouched down to look her in her eyes. Eyes that looked exactly like her own. Perhaps if Yume even had a hint of her father’s features in her, Yuu would have been able to determine who he was, but fate would have it that she looked like a replica of her mother. “He is a very, very important person Yume. Many people look to him, depend on him, and… well, we need him a little less than other’s do.” It wasnt a lie- it was the truth no matter who she thought of. “Besides, dont be too bummed. Uncle Ace and Deuce are making a special trip to come and celebrate with us!” She could see the disappointment still evident on her child’s face- so she rubbed her shoulders up and down to soothe her. “Im sorry- Is that okay?”
Yume was quiet for a short while, before breathing out and nodding. “Its okay, Mama.” She said. “I understand…”
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However, there is the thing about children: though they might say one thing, they dont mean it. And with Yume- even though she had told her mother she understood- she did not. In her mind, what could be more important that a birthday? Especially her 10th birthday. There was nothing more important than that- and so, she decided that if her mother would not treat this with the urgency is required, then she would.
At first, she was faced with the biggest problem; who was her father? Her mother had never given her a name, a homeland, anything that hinted at who he was exactly to narrow down the search. So, Yume turned to the next best thing after the internet- her mothers private journals. It was brilliant really- and if her mother wouldnt be angry at her for snooping through her belongings, she might have been proud of Yume for being so smart.
Yume opened a box with dust that had gathered on it that had been sitting in the storage room for as long as she could remember. It was a box of belongings that her mother had stored away years ago- things from her years at Night Raven College. On top of the box, in black marker, was a list of things that were tucked away; uniforms, old books, and journals. Journals that possibly contained all the answers to her neverending list of questions that had accumulated since she was 5.
There were only three journals really- not a lot- and there was little written in each of them. The first was written like a fantasy book- perhaps a story her mother had written when she was younger. A story about someone being tossed into a world where they did not belong, and defeating magic that corrupted a persons being- things of fiction. It was then in the next journal, after her mother had graduated from school that Yume found something more tangible in terms of answers; she found names. She recognized some of the names; her uncle Deuce and Ace, her uncles Epel, Jack and Sebek… and then there were some names she didnt recognize. Three names in particular that came up multiple times.
The first was Vil Schoenheit- a name that was very familiar to Yume. He was in some of her favorite movies- and appeared on Television more times than she could count. If he was her father, it would make sense what her mother had said about him being an important person- and Vil Schoenheit most certainly was a very big and important person.
The next was Leona Kingscholar. She did not recognize him, and so she did what everyone did; she looked up his name. There, she found he was the second prince of the sunset savannah. She gasped, giggling excitedly at the idea. That would also make him an ideal candidate- another important person who would hypothetically be too busy to make it to her birthday party. And if he was her father- that could make her a princess! Another loud giggle, as she clutched her tablet-
“Hey, whats all the laughter about?” Grim asked, causing Yume to let out a yelp and cover her tablet and the journal with a nearby pillow.
“Nothing!” She answered quickly. ‘Im just… watching a funny video!”
Grim looked at her, suspicious of her answer, before shrugging and walking into the kitchen. After she could hear his footsteps become further and further, she let out a sigh of relief. She grabbed the journal from underneath the pillow once more and opened it, continuing to read until she found the last name.
Malleus or ‘Hornton’- No last name, and when she looked up the first two names, nothing for Malleus or ‘Hornton’ was found. The closest thing she could find was that the name Malleus came from Briar Valley- an area with little known about it, and therefore, her search was limited. But even so… it was a start.
At the end of the journal, after some passages of her mothers experience at being pregnant with Yume- was three letters. They were unsealed, dusty as well with some of the ink being faded- but still legible. Yume opened each letter, reading the contents. All three contained the same exact message- just with the names swapped out between Vil, Leona and Malleus’s. Each being confessions- the confession that Yume existed.
Suddenly, Yume didnt feel too good. These letters… it made it seem like her dad didnt know she existed… and maybe thats why he never came to anything, never visited, was not around… because the truth was that he didnt know she was alive.
Well- no longer would that be the case! He needed to know, whoever which one of them he was. She sprang up, running to her room and taking out all of her art supplies. She grabbed three empty invitation cards, and started working. Each one, she decorated with a careful hand- placing stickers and drawing with her markers animals and party balloons. On each one, she wrote a message-
“You are invited to Yume’s 10th birthday party! Please come, I would love to meet you. Love, Yume.” She spoke outloud as she wrote. She shoved her creations into the already written envelopes- and sealed them closed with tape. The addresses that were written on them were from 10 years ago- so hopefully they would receive it. And when all three were finished and closed, she looked at them with a huge grin. “There! Now he will have to come and meet me!” She said victoruously.
She ran downstairs, putting on her shoes as Grim sat nearby, loafed on the couch. “Where you off to kid?”
“To the postbox- I have a few letters to deliver-” She said, however left out who they were for.
“Okay- sounds good. Just be careful..” And Grim laid his head back down. He had grown to love home life with Yume and Yuu- especially on their days off of work or when it wasnt busy in the cafe.
“I will be.” She assured him and ran out the door quickly. A couple of streets down and she made it to the postbox, slipping the letters in. Now, there was no turning back. But Yume was ecstatic as she skipped back to her home- thinking about herself in a princess dress and not having to attend school anymore because she would be too important as well…
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“Happy Birthday Yume!” Yuu exclaimed as her daughter walked downstairs, and she engulfed the girl into a huge hug, placing kisses on her forehead and anywhere else on her face she could. “Awww, my baby is 10 years old- you are getting too old!”
“Mama-” Yume giggled, pushing her mom off of her, but failing. “Come on- youre heavy!”
Yuu laughed, letting up off her daughter and backing up. “Well, thats not very nice- especially since Im the one who got you a surprise… One I think you’ll really enjoy-” Yume perked up at that- as she remembered what she had done. “I also have a surprise for you!” She said, bouncing up and towards the kitchen as she followed Yuu.
“For me? But its your birthday Yume- you didnt need to get me anything…” Her mother replied, and Yume shook her head.
“Its a surprise for the both of us- but I think its one you’ll really like.” The girl said, as she watched her mother start to get out some of the decorations. “Here, let me help!”
Yuu smiled, looking down as she handed Yume some deflated balloons. “Do you think you can blow some of these up and hang them on the fence?”
“You can count on me!” The girl took the balloon pack and ran outside without her shoes on. Yuu thought to call out and correct her, but instead, just scoffed and gave a small grin as she shook her head. Sure she might get dirt and mud on her, but it could all be washed away- it was all temporary, but making sure her birthday was an enjoyable one was her priority.
It wasnt until later on in the day that Yuu was fussing over her daughters appearance- after the decorations were set up, and almost all of the food was finished, Yuu started getting herself and Yume dressed. Her daughter had picked out a pretty turquoise dress, and had been the one to decide what her hair style would be- and Yuu, well, all she could do was obey her daughters request.
Just as they were wrapping up getting ready, there was a knock on the door, and Yume got up. “I got it!” Yuu watched as her daughter opened the front door, jumping up and down. “Uncle Ace! Uncle Juice!” In the doorway were her old classmates and friends. The past ten years had significantly changed the both of them, as they had gotten taller and their boyish features had filled out into more sturdy looking ones- stronger jawlines, and both were much more sure of their own magical abilities.
In both of their arms were boxes- presents with colorful paper and beautiful ribbons- wrapped so nicely that she doubted that the both of them had decorated them as so. “Hey kid- Happy Birthday!!!” Ace said, and Yume jumped to hug both him and Deuce. “You’ve grown a lot- how long has it been since we last seen you- a couple months now?”
“Its Uncle Deuce-” Deuce said exasperatedly. When Yume was two and still learning words and who people were- Ace had made a one off joke and referred to Deuce as ‘Uncle Juice’- and ever since then, it had stuck. Yume now knew his name was Deuce- but still lovingly referred to him as Uncle Juice occasionally. “And, I believe its been nine months since we last seen each other-”
“Almost a year now?!” Yuu asked. “It felt like its only been two or three months- not nine- wow… we are getting old…” Yuu laughed- and Ace and Deuce joined in.
“Not that old- but we certainly are aging… And you too Yume, youre 10 now!” Deuce said.
Yume nodded her head. “Yup- Im getting older too!” She said. “Oh! Uncle Ace, Uncle Deuce- I helped decorate!”
Ace looked around and nodded- “Yeah I can tell- I like what you did with the place-”
“The decorations are outside, idiot.” Deuce side eyed Ace- and the red head looked shocked.
“Y-Yeah I knew that! I was just complimenting Yuu and Yume’s interior decoration skills as well!” Yume laughed, and Yuu beamed at the sight. Seeing all of her loved ones here, and ready to havea good time made her feel like everything that had happened had been worth it.
“Thank you, Ace. Now, how about we all go outside to admire Yume’s decoration skills and start this party?” Yuu asked- and they all agreed.
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It was about an hour later- when the party truly started- that the food was brought out. Ace had some things on the grill after insisting he could barbeque the best out of the three of them, however was slowly regretting it as smoke rose from the grill.
“Is it supposed to be smoking that much?” Deuce asked- though he knew the answer to that- it probably shouldnt be.
“Yeah! Yeah- thats what gives the meat all the flavor- dont you know?” Ace asked- poking at one of the steaks that were grilling. Yume rubbed her eyes and shook her head.
“The smoke is hurting my eyes Uncle Ace-” She whinned- and he quickly closed the grill.
“Well- lets just close that and let it cook then, huh?” He asked hypothetically, as he decided to just leave the meat to cook. As he did so, Yuu came back out with a bowl that had lettuce and other ingredients in one hand, and another bowl in the other that was already prepared.
“Here-” She set down the premade bowl. “Here is the macaroni salad I made last night. And- I still need to put the salad together-” She set down the second bowl filled with the uncut lettuce head and other things. “Aaannnddd- I have your surprise inside! Let me go get it.” And Yuu went back inside.
Ace looked to Deuce and Yume- “Suprise? Dont we do presents after cake?” He asked, and Deuce and Yume nodded.
“Yeah- but this isnt a present- its a surprise.” Deuce stated- and it didnt help with Ace’s confusion. It wasnt until Yuu came outside with a giant cake box in her hands that it clicked into place for Ace and Deuce.
“Well… my surprise for you was that I got you an ice cream cake- Your favorite!” She opened the box. “We cant eat it until later- but I couldnt wait to show you it- and look! It has your favorite animal on it- a bunny!” Yuu pointed. Sure enough, there was rabbits drawn in gray frosting on the borders of the cake, that was lined with purple frosting.
“Oh wow! I love ice cream cake and bunnies- im so excited!!!” Yume looked- standing on her tiptoes to see the cake better. Before she could say anything esle though, there was a knock at the front door- a knock that was unexpected. Yuu looked around, confused. Everyone who was invited was there already- could it be Crowley? He had never popped in unannounced before- not without telling her atleast. “Who could that be?” She muttered under her breath and sat the cake down gently on the table. She wiped her hands on her pants, and got ready to go get the door before she was stopped.
“I-I’ll go get it!” Yume shot up, raising her hand as she volunteered.
Yuu raised an eyebrow, now suspicious. “Did you invite someone?” She asked her daughter, as she sprinted from her chair to the porch back door to head back inside.
“You could say that… Its your surprise!” She exclaimed, and without waiting, ran inside. Before opening the front door, she breathed in a deep breath, preparing herself. This was something she had been waiting for for years now- all culminating to this one moment. This would change her life forever- and so, she unlocked the front door and opened it.
Standing in front of her were three individuals. The three she had been expecting… “You came! You all came! I wasnt sure if you would get my letter, but im so happy-” She gasped- stars practically in her eyes as she looked up to all three of them.
They all looked down at her- as if they could not believe she existed as well- like she was an alien or something odd but interesting nonetheless. “Your letter? So, your the one who wrote out this invitation and sent it to us?” One of the men’s ears twitched as he held up her the invitation she had written out, as well as the letter with her mothers handwriting behind it.
“Yeah! I invited you- but the letter is from my mom.” She explained.
“You are Yume then? Correct?” The tall man with black hair asked. He was the tallest of the three of them- black hair with green on the tips. He wore a black coat with a royal purple waist tie- it was a fancy outfit, but hardly fit the occasion. His ears were pointed- a trait she had seen on only a few people- mainly, a few students from the nearby schools. He must be fae- she concluded. Yume nodded exuberantly at his question- excited he had remembered her name.
“Thats right! I’m Yume-” She extended her hand out as much as she could- but with all of them being rather taller than her, they had to bend down in order to properly grasp her hand and shake it. “Its nice to meet all of you.”
“Where is Yu-” The brown haired man stopped and hesitated, before clearing his throat. “Your mother?” She looked at his appearance- His hair wasnt exactly combed, but it wasnt messy either- with braids throughout. He wore a leather jacket with a lose shirt underneath that was a golden color. Beaded jewlery decorated his neck in bright colors- she recognized it and her eyes brightened.
“You must be Leona Kingscholar- Second Prince of the Sunset Savvanah.” She replied, not answering his question. She then turned to the tall, blonde man that was combed back. He was impeccably dressed- a silk shirt, black pants, gold braclets and necklaces- a true super star. He even seemed to sparkle like he did in all his movies- it was almost blinding. “And you- you are Vil Schoenheit! You were in ‘Moonlight Horizons- one of my favorite movies!”
“You have immaculate taste then.” Vil smiled and folded his arms over one another. “But I also must wonder- where is your mother?” Vil pulled from his inner pocket her invitation as well that didnt have even a fold- kept perfectly flat. “And does she know about this?”
Yume looked at the invitation, and gave a sheepish grin. “Yeah- she knows about the letter- she’s the one who wrote it after all.” She replied. She left out though that her mother had written that letter more than a decade ago- and that she had not sent it, but Yume had. “Yeah, she knows. Please- come in! She’s in the backyard and would love to see you.”
They looked to one another, as if they were only then questioning if they were going to listen and follow a child into her house. However, it seemed their curiosity won out, as they followed her, through her apartment and into the backyard just as she said.
Yuu’s back was turned, as she prepared a salad for the table before the party started. She was just placing the ingredients into the bowl before she was interrupted.
“Umm- Yuu?” Ace turned to his friend nervously. She looked up from the task at hand.
“Yeah? What is it?” When she did look up finally, she saw the terrified and perplexed faces of not only Ace, but Deuce and Grim as well- as they pointed towards the apartment door. She spun and looked- and immediately wished she had not.
In front of her stood three figures from her past that she had not seen in a decade- all following behind her daughter- or rather… the daughter she had had with one of them. They all looked to her, expectantly- and looking almost as they had all those years ago.
Malleus was the first to speak; “Child of man, it is good to see you.”
“Long time no see, Herbivore.” Leona nodded- though he looked less pleased.
And Vil- he held onto a letter- her letter that she had written, and held it up to her, waving it. “Potato- we have much to discuss.”
They knew. And they knew she knew….
This was gonna be a long party.
Next Chapter:
Chapter 2: Chiquitita
Eternal Youth (Chapter 11)
Word count: 13.8k
Warnings: None
Notes:
Im back (again)! The horrors persist but so do I...
Perhaps it was because she wanted to prove her sister and her family and all their ideals wrong, but Y/N had found a new formed confidence in herself. She knew that Laurie was watching, knew that this was her chance to prove herself, and just how much she had grown from the girl that had left Briar Valley back at the start of the school semester. And maybe, just maybe, she was borrowing some of that newfound pride in herself from Vil. But it didn’t matter, because here and now she would settle the score.
Y/N approached the main stage and started to climb the first few steps before she held a strong grip on her forearm that stopped her in her tracks and held her back.
“No-“ Y/N looked startled, looking to Vil- the one who had stopped her. She was relieved inside, however, had already decided to give her all to this competition, and hindering her from showcasing her skills in front of a camera would certainly not be a wise move. It would have been more practical for her to get in as much practice as she could, and that included in front of as many people as she could in order for her to get accustomed to being watched. So far, the only people who had watched her dance had been her group, Yuu, Grim and Headmage Crowley. Ten people- only ten people had watched her when the reality of the situation is that she would be stationed in front of at least a million sets of eyes- if not, then more.
“But Vil-“ She started, but he cut her off, raising a hand.
“You are going to psyche yourself out now if you perform in front of your sister.” He stated calmly, and motioned back to where they had just come from. Y/N turned her head in the direction, seeing her sister watching her intently. Laurel did not look angry, but… she had a sort of determination in her eyes- a look Y/N had never seen on her sisters face before. She wanted this- wanted to win, even if that meant hurting Y/N. Even Y/N herself understood that when a person was that tenacious, they would do anything to achieve what they wanted. She turned back to Vil- suddenly becoming aware of how many similarities he and her sister really shared… “You love your sister, even despite your differences. And she knows your biggest weakness.”
“And what would that be?” Y/N asked. She wanted to know what Vil thought exactly was her biggest weakness- because it would show how he thought of her. She held her breath-
“Your family.” He said firmly, and Y/N sighed. He had guessed right- and she knew he would. “You love your family too much to hurt any of them, especially your sister. Therefore, I shall spare you- only until the moment is right.” The right moment; when the world was watching and the real championship started.
But Vil was correct- as always- it would be best for her to wait, keep Laurie anticipating what her next move would be. So, Y/N nodded, keeping her gaze on Laurel as she agreed. “Right… Then the task falls on you all to show RSA and these crew members just how good we are. Instill doubt into their subconscious.” Vil smiled at that.
“You don’t have to tell us twice! We’ll show them just how great we are-“ Ace pipped in, stepping forward and assuring Y/N. She smiled to him, appreciating the enthusiasm.
“You can count on us- We’ll make them wish they never showed up.” Deuce backed Ace up.
Y/N stepped down, and Vil awkwardly let go of her arm. Had he been holding onto her during that whole exchange? How had she not noticed- and if she had not, did the others? Their demeanors told her they had not- save for Yuu, who watched Y/N, but remained silent. Of course, they knew already, so it didn’t really matter. But there was still the fear that even the slightest wrong move could have them opening their mouth, and unraveling all of the work that Y/N and Vil had made.
No more words were exchange between the group as their friends went up ahead and up the stairs of the stage. Yuu, Grim and Y/N stayed behind to watch, however grim did not stay with them for long.
“I want a better look!” Grim exclaimed- and with Yuu’s nod, he ran up to the front of the stage. Not quite going up the stairs, but close enough that if he reached up with his paw, he would be able to touch the edge of it. The stage was so large though, that it wouldn’t have made a difference even if he had done so.
The familiar music started- music Y/N and Yuu had heard a million times at that point. Their group started their routine, in perfect synchronization with one another- Vil singing the opening lines as his voice echoed out in a different way than it had in the ballroom where they had practiced.
“So… you and Vil?” Yuu asked, and Y/N lowered her gaze, not wanting to look at Yuu. She bit on her lower lip- not wanting to say anything. It was not that she did not trust Yuu- but she also did not know them very well. Not like Rook- who she knew would never tell another person. If Y/N would have had to have picked someone else to trust, it would have been Epel, but because of his age and position as a student in the Pomefiore dorm- as well as how little she also knew about him- she had determined he could not handle it yet either.
And so, her first instinct was to deny the implication. “No- No not at all! I just had a question for Vil-“ She started, but Yuu cut her off.
“In the middle of the night?” The non-magic user raised an eyebrow. Y/N stalled- unsure of how to reply back to that. They had been caught, and there was no getting out of it. No matter how she could try to spin an explanation of why she was coming out of Vil’s room so early in the morning, it all would sound fake- and like a lie… so Y/N relented.
She kept her eyes focused on Vil as she spoke- who was still dancing onstage. It helped to ease her embarrassment in the face of such a topic: “It was the early hours of the morning for your information…” She shot back, however softened her voice as she continued. “But, I must concede, you are correct in your assessment. So all I have left to do is to beg you not to say a word to anyone else. I already appreciate your discretion this morning, and all you have done by simply not saying anything.” She paused. “I’m sure you can understand the implications and scandal that would come from being found out. Vil has his career to think about, and I have my family- two priorities that outweigh our own care for one another.”
“So then, your family wouldn’t approve?” Yuu asked slowly- as if it was a fragile topic that might break Y/N- but she had long ago resigned herself to it.
She nodded. “ Far from it… I don’t even want to imagine what they would do- my mother is quite ruthless. She has very rarely experienced the difficulties that come with not getting what one wants. My grandmother is a different story entirely- one that I won’t explain further.” The group had just finished wrapping up their performance, their faces bright with excitement. She wished in that moment that she could be as excited as they were, but all she felt was dread. A dread that only came with the thoughts of her family and her own betrayal. It was a double edge sword loving Vil- once she had no experience in- and maybe you could sense that as they quickly let go of their conversation topic and finished it with one last sentence. A sentence that gave Y/N all the peace in that moment that she needed.
“You don’t have to worry about me. I won’t say anything- your secret is safe.” And that was all they could get in before Grim came running up towards them- escape in his small steps.
“Did you see that?! We are so winning this!” he punched a fist in the air, and both Yuu and Y/N gave a grin. “Those thaumarks are as good as ours- So many cans of tuna!” she was briefly confused by that last statement from Grim but decided to go with it.
Their comrades followed next, walking off the stage, and not even looking exhausted. It was a promising look- one that made her feel more confident in their own abilities. If not herself, then she could see at least her friends succeed, and that was all she could ask for. After all, she was not doing this for any reason other than for them.
Kalim raised his hand and waved at them as he approached. “[MC]! Grim! Y/N! What'd you think of our performance?” A huge grin took over his face, causing Y/N to smile herself- radiating his jubilant demenor for all to see.
“You could go pro, easy!” Y/N laughed out as a response. Y/N nodded in agreement.
She looked at all of them, specifically avoiding Vil as to not accidently find herself mesmerized by him and it be too obvious. “Absolutely- no one will hold a flame to all of you.” Y/N added.
“The stage was way bigger than our practice room… But it felt kind of nice to dance without worrying about being cramped.” Epel was the first voice she could hear as they talked amongst themselves and made their way towards Y/N and Yuu.
Jamil gave a small laugh- “Heh. Even you're coming around.” He said to the Pomefiore first year. And though he tried to contain his relative joy, even Y/N could see that even he was proud of the fruits of their labor.
Finally, Y/N looked to see Vil after she had taken her time to look to each of them. His face was flushed with a pink tint to his cheeks- but it made him look far from messy or unkempt- but rather added an ethereal glow to his skin that seemed to make him shine even more than usual. And though he walked with the rest of the group, he made a beeline towards some of the camera crew who had recorded their practice- most likely for promotion before the show started to draw in a bigger crowd. She could hear Vil talk to them in the background of their teams excited chatter: “I'd like to review our footage right now. And not just the front; I want to know how it looks from both sides.” However, he was interrupted by another set of people with their own camera.
“Great work, Vil!” One of the many TV station staff members said- “That was the best performance I've ever seen! I got goosebumps just watching! We're with a Shaftlands news program- Could you spare some time for an interview to be shown on our evening news?” A fellow TV station cameraman followed behind the reporter, raising his camera excitedly to Vil.
Y/N would never get used to the confidence of Vil when confronted by someone who was familiar with his work, or was a fan, or even media (though the amount of times she had seen him with the media was limited). It was a different type of confidence than he had shown his dorm members, and even her and Rook. He had once mentioned the countless hours he had had to spent with media training. Knowing how to say things and what people wanted to hear without it being misconstrued and ruining your public image- atleast, that was roughly how he had described it. It sounded terrible, but a necessity- and Y/N could see it had paid off as Vil smiled knowingly to the TV crew and nodded. “Certainly.”
“Thanks!” They set up the camera to face Vil at a more even angle, probably what they would think was his good angle- not knowing every angle was his good angle. “Night Raven College got selected as this year's SDC host school...So I'm sure there was a lot of pressure on you. But I'd have never guessed it from the flawless performance you put on! Your powerful singing, your sharp dance moves... It wasn't just good for students- it was professional to a tee! It's hard to find groups as good as yours the world over. And I'd expect nothing less from a team led by Vil Schoenheit!”
It was not much of an interview to start off- as Y/N listened as the reporter gushed over Vil. They had not even asked him a question- but simply kept complimenting him. But Vil handled it with so much grace- as he smiled, even though it didnt reach his eyes. “Thank you kindly. We went through some very rigorous rehearsals to get here, so I'm delighted you enjoyed it. We'll have an even better performance at showtime- no, we'll have the fairest in the land. Don't miss it.” Y/N smiled at that, however it was short lived.
“-/n? Y/N???” Suddenly, a hand was waved in front of her face, garnering her attention as she snapped her head to look at who was calling her. She had not even realized she had spaced out like that- exactly what she had not wanted to happen. Whats worse was that it seemed the longer she was around Vil, the worse off that she became. He had not always had this sort of effect on her, but now it was like she was drawn to him like a magnet. It was unavoidable, and she was slowly losing hope in herself to maintain her dignity.
“You okay there Y/N?” Kalim asked. Y/N gave as reassuring as an expression as she could and nodded.
“Yeah! Absolutely- I was just… interested in what Vil was saying about our group.” She raised a hand behind her head. “My apologies.”
“Oh thats fine! I suppose Vil is real interesting to watch- especially how people tend to flock to him-” Kalim said with a smile
“Y-yeah…” She gave a half hearted sigh, and redirected her attention back to Vil and the Television crew- only catching the backend of their conversation- having missed a portion of it.”Thanks for your help! We'll be posting this video right now.” They said- and Vil brushed it off with tact- like it was nothing.
“No, thank YOU. Now, if you'll excuse me.” And just like that, he returned back to their group- barely making it to where they were standing around before the sound of a phone ringing cut through conversations.
Phones started buzzing around her, as everyone pulled out their device and scrolling. Y/N blinked, confused, before Ace called out: “Oh, hey! The video just went up on the TV station's Magicam account!”
“That was rather quick…” Y/N pulled out her own phone so that she too can see how they looked on the phone, however, remembered one small dilemma: She did not have a Magicam account- actually, she had not even owned the application for it. She sighed, placing her phone back in her pocket before Rook noticed.
“Do not fret Madmoiselle Fleur- we shall get you a Magicam account soon. In the meantime, let me show you-” Rook reassured her and handed over his phone instead. She grasped it as she watched the short 30 second video that had been posted- it hardly showed anything and excluded the music- but it was just enough for viewers to get a glimpse and gain an interest.
“Let me see!” Epel also pulled out his phone. After a minute, he grinned, his eyes softening. “Wow... The likes on the video just keep going up. It's getting shared all over.”
“Ooh! I'm seeing lots of comments from Vil fans saying they've been waiting for this!” Kalim said. Y/N did not completely understand why so many people loved Vil as they did not know him on a personal level like she did- but what she could conclude was that they must be big fans of his work. He was extremely talented in multiple medias- Dancing, Singing, acting, modeling- really, everything- so she could understand it from that perspective.
However, her train of thought shattered upon the next comment: “In fact, most of the video centers on Vil…” Jamil raised an eyebrow. Y/N’s hand shot out, and took back Rooks phone- going to the comments and scrolling to see what he meant. Sure enough, many of the comments centered around Vil and his role in the group. A small surge of pride welled up in her upon reading some of them. Just reading these comments would be enough for her to be proud to be called his partner, even if no one else knew.
Vil had been missing after the end of his interview, however he showed up beside them soon enough, looking more elated than he had in the past few weeks. “What have I missed?” He asked, placing a hand on Y/N’s upper back before removing it just as quickly. As if it was a sign from him that things would be alright. Her senses were able to rest, her worries dispelling after the weeks of concern for him.
“Just the usual-” Y/N said, handing back the phone to Rook. “People are losing their minds over you.” She sang out jubilantly. “I believe some comments even said something along the lines of ‘Blinded by his beauty’, ‘peak’, and… ‘marry me Vil’ woah- I didn’t know people were this enthusiastic-” Y/N pointed to Rook. “Rook?”
Rook clears his throat in a dramatic way, raising his phone to read another comment; “‘Who is Vil Schoenheit? For the blind, He is the vision. For the hungry, He is the chef. For the thirsty, He is the water. If Vil thinks, I agree. If Vil speaks, I'm listening. If Vil has one fan, it is me. If Vil has no fans, I don't exist.’” Rook looks to the two of them, his smile growing. “How Magnifique! The love and passion Vil’s fans have transcends the barrier that most would consider normalcy. It’s no surprise he has such a huge fan club-”
Y/N cut off Rook's ramble- “He has a fan club?” It should not have been a surprise to her in the least. He was already popular, a star, that of course he would have a fan club… but why was this the first she was hearing of it?
“Oui! Roi du Poison has a very dedicated fan base, that a few years ago it was decided that an organized fan club be established in his honor!” Rook exclaimed and Y/N’s mouth opened.
Their conversation was interrupted by a member of the Film crew making their next announcement: “Next up is the Royal Sword Academy group. Please stand by!”
“Royal Sword Academy's going right after us?!” Ace asked, shocked by the announcement.
However, Deuce seemed thrilled by that.“That's perfect. Let's see what kind of performance they've got.” The first year had a good point- by watching their opponents, they would gain a better insight as to who they were competing against.
“Good idea! Let's take a break in the audience seating and enjoy the show.” Kalim agreed.
“Not so fast.” Vil interrupted the group.” I told you that reviewing the footage and ironing out our flaws comes first.”
Rook stepped in though. “Now now, Roi du Poison. It's important to observe one's rival and get a full grasp of their capabilities.”
“Rook’s right- I think we should watch to see exactly what they have in store for us… its always good to be cautious.” Y/N concluded. “It couldnt hurt…”
“...I suppose you both have a point. Let's see what Royal Sword Academy's representatives have to show us…” Vil conceded, crossing his arms as he watched Neige and the rest of the RSA group go on stage for their turn. “Not that it will hold a candle to our beauty, of course.”
“Lighting and audio are all set!” A member of the film crew called out to the RSA students. “Royal Sword Academy, you're up!”
Y/N watched how Neige and the dwarf students walked up stage, taking note how Laurel had decided to stay back. She doubted that it had been Neige’s decision, and all on laurel that she was not showcase her own performance. Why would she when Y/N had not? She must have realized it would be a great weakness on her own part to do so.
The stage was huge, and when Vil and their team had been up there, it hadnt seemed as big. There was a natural presence to Vil that made him stand out, everything else fading into the background. She had not realized how grand the place actually felt until Neige and his crew were standing there- really placing into perspective just how important charisma is. Neige had charisma… but not in the same way as Vil and it clearly showed.
“Hello, everybody! I'm Neige LeBlanche, with Royal Sword Academy. Say hello, boys.” Each Dwarf went around and introduced themselves, each having a different personality that conflicted with the other. Neige raised the microphone once more- “We've practiced day and night with the goal of putting on the best performance ever! I hope you'll enjoy our song!”
The music started, and Neige and the dwarfs started their performance. ‘Performance’ being a very lose term- the best way to describe it would be fumbling around the stage and hardly maintaining a steady note. Neige had some middling talent, but it was nothing special. The song was repetitive, that by the second verse, Y/N was starting to gain a headache. She thought that RSA would have proven a more fearsome opponent, especially with laurel performing, however with this peak at their act… she almost laughed at how easy this would be.
“Wow, what IS this song? It just keeps coming back around to the hook in circles!” Kalim asked- not as annoyed as perhaps Y/N felt.
“It's an arrangement of a Shaftlands children's song. Even I've heard it, and I'm from the Sunset Savanna. I'm sure it's quite famous.” Y/N pursed her lips. She had never heard of this song- majority of the music she had heard being older arrangements and from her grandmother. Even if her grandmother had known this song- it was no wonder she had never sang it to Y/N… it was annoying.
Y/N folded her arms over her chest, internally laughing in her mind as she watched laurel. However… a chill ran down Y/N’s spine. Laurel did not even flinch at the display before her- like there was nothing wrong with what was happened. She listened to her teammates make more remarks about the low quality of the performance, but laurel’s face said something different and it made Y/N uneasy…
Towards the end of the song, Ace finally leaned in towards Vil, pointing at the stage and Neige. “You can't even call this competition. Am I right or what, Vil?”
Vil was silent for a long moment before shakingly saying; “We've been outplayed…”
An applause erupted from the sides of the stage were members of the Film crew were stationed, their camera’s heavily focused on Neige. Then the compliments followed; “This song really takes me back!”, “Just watching those cute, wholesome kids makes all my stress melt away”, “I know! It's so heartwarming. Almost makes me wanna cry…”, “Their dancing is out of sync, and their harmonies are clunky at best...but I'm glued to the performance. I want to root for them!”
Compliment after compliment after compliment- all the while, Laurel turned her head and flashed Y/N the fakest smile she had ever seen. It all made her nauseous- her head spinning- however now was not the time for this. She couldnt let laurel psych her out- she couldnt let these comments from people who meant nothing to her, get to her head. It didnt matter, it wouldnt matter within the next week much less tomorrow!
Thats right… it wouldnt affect her, but Vil… It mattered to him. All of this was what he had based his whole semester- no, the past year around- trying to beat Neige, trying to prove himself.
Another praise, this time from the same TV staff member who had interviewed Vil no more than 10 minutes ago. Hello, Neige! That was the best performance I've ever seen! I got goosebumps just watching! We're with a Shaftlands TV station. Would you be willing to share a few comments for your fans?”
And they all all had to stand around and watch as Neige gave his portion of an interview. Maybe if he was being somewhat deceptive or showed signs of being fake, Y/N would feel better in her justification for disliking him. But, as the interview went on… there was nothing to show any of it. He seemed like just another student who was excited to be able to perform- sounded so genuine…
“Vil…” Y/N turned to Vil- expecting him to answer back. But he didnt- his look was far off as he watched Neige still. It was like he couldnt look away from the RSA student- his face portraying what looked like an incredulous look- eyes wide and face pale. “Vil… Vil?”
He snapped out of it, turning his head to Y/N- blinking a few times. “Huh?”
Rook joined her, pointing out Vil’s appearance. “What's the matter? You look pale. Are you feeling out of sorts?” Rook said.
“No... I'm fine. Nothing's wrong.” But his voice sounded tight- like he was trying to convince himself of his words rather than Rook and Y/N. Before either could counter his explanation, he added; “It was a school play hardly worthy of my notice. I'll be in the dressing room.” and with that, he walked away from them and towards the dressing rooms, his heels clicking on the floor until she could no longer hear them. But even as Y/N watched him, he looked stiff and uneasy. A look she had never seen on Vil before…
“Something is wrong.” Y/N muttered under her breath to Rook, as she crossed her arms and watched as Vil left. Her eyebrows furrowed as she looked past all the bustle of the nearby people. “Something is very wrong, but I cant pinpoint it…” The noise from everyone did not help her concentrate either- muddling her senses.
Rook nodded, and she finally turned her head to look at him when he spoke. “Madmoiselle Fleur- I believe something terrible is happening… We need to go after Roi du Poison.” And it was undeniable, that in his eyes, Y/N could see his own underlying concern. It reassured her- she was not imaging it, Rook felt it as well.
“Agreed.” And that was all that was exchanged between the two as they followed after Vil.
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Because Vil had had a head start ahead of them, there had been some distance between them- therefore it was difficult to find him and took them a few moments. They made it to his dressing room first, but found it completely empty, and untouched. It was clear he had not been here- so then, where was he?
“Rook- this might be hopeful thinking- but please tell me you’ll be able to track him…” She sighed- slowly loosing hope. The coliseums interior was huge- multiple rooms spread out throughout the many hallways.
Rook looked around, and then down the furthest hallway. “I do not think that will be needed. If he is not here- then I know exactly where he is…” She pursed her lips and nodded, agreeing to follow wherever Rook took her.
He turned on his heel, and swiftly walked down the many hallways- so fast that Y/N had to lightly jog to keep up. It was like he saw something she couldnt see- knew something she did not. But it paid off in the end- They finally found Vil in one of the many hallways of the Coliseum. Leave it to Rook to be able to track down whatever he set his sight on, no matter how confusing the labyrinth of hallways may be.
Y/N went to rush forward and speak to Vil- but a hand stopped her from moving- Rook drawing her close to him to hide behind the wall before it turned into the new hallway. She went to say something, but Rook placed a hand over her mouth- “Shhh- watch Madmoiselle Fleur-”
She stilled in her struggle, and watched what Rook was pointing to- Vil held something- a bottle- in his hand… was that… apple juice? Y/N raised her eyebrows, however Rook must have caught onto something she had not, as he bursted from the corner they had hidden themselves behind, and interrupted the exchange. “NEIGE! My apologies for interrupting your chat, but the staff was looking for you. They have questions about the main show performance.” A quick lie came out quickly- and Y/N knew it was a lie because she had been with him the entire time. No staff members were looking for Neige- Y/N and Rook had came looking for Vil. So why… “Roi des Neiges... Ah, pardon. Neige.”
"Roi des..."? Wait. Are you-?” But Neige did not have time to finish his sentence.
She breathed in a deep breath as the lie continued onward, Rook stepping forth as she stayed behind the corner to watch. “Oh, dear! My throat is positively parched from running around looking for you. That apple juice you're holding looks so cold and refreshing. Might I trouble you to let me have it?”
Neige was more than happy to offer up the cold beverage that Vil had just handed him. “O-of course. It's all yours!” It had been in his hands for no more than a minute before Rook took it quickly, seeming to put it close to his body and as far from Neige as possible.
“Thank you, Neige. You should hurry on to the stage.” Rook motioned to the staircase at the end of the hallway, where they had just came from. “And I suggest not coming back here again.” Y/N’s eyes widened at that- just as confused as Neige looked.
“Huh? What do you mean by that?” But Rook instead pushed him forward gently as he passed by him- not answering his question.
“Go on, off with you, now! Away, away!” Rook shooed, and Neige got it.
“R-right!” And just like that, the second year student from RSA was gone. As soon as his foot steps were gone, and she was sure no one else was around, Y/N’s shoulders relaxed. She had not realized she had been so tense.
Vil’s voice, though holding its composition, sounded so defeated. “Ah… Rook, why?” Y/N decided then to take a step out from where she had hidden herself, stepping into the adjoining pathway her two friends were. “And Y/N?”
Y/N stepped forward to stand next to Rook. Though there was no one else around, it seems her mind still was clouded. “Rook- what was that all about?”
But he didn't answer either of them. Y/N looked between Rook and Vil- waiting for an explanation. Vil didn't meet her gaze though- instead watching the glass bottle that Rook held, so intensely that she would think he thought it a weapon. Mmm... That sweet, tart apple aroma.” Rook opened the bottle and brought it to his face. “It makes me envision a bright-red apple, just waiting for me to take a bite. Epel's hometown specialty is truly magnifique…” He was quiet for a moment before holding out the bottle to Y/N. “Madmoiselle Fleur- it would be a pity for you not to have it.”
She frowned. “Huh- Me?” And like a beam of light clearing a pathway- her mind suddenly became clear as day- though the sense of dread did not disintegrate with her clouded judgment. Something was telling her that this apple juice was not merely just apple juice. Why else would Rook act so frightened of Neige having it? But then again, why would he offer it up to her if it was not safe? She looked to Vil- whose face was so calm that it made her feel more sure of herself as she accepted. Vil would never hurt her. That wasn't to say she was sure he wouldn't hurt anyone else- but she knew him. She trusted him. There was also something in her that wanted to believe that Rook was just paranoid. Maybe accepting it was more to prove a point to herself and Rook; as if drinking it and being okay would show he was wrong about Vil... “Well…. Alright.”
Another exchange of the bottle, but this time with Y/N as the recipient, as she was handed the bottle. She wrapped her arms around it like one would a mug, and her thoughts remembered the night before. The tea she had shared with Vil. She looked up one last time to see his reaction- and she wished she had not. Now, he did look frightened, a quiet fear on his features. Maybe he himself didn't see this turn of events- with Y/N somehow ending up with the beverage- but then why would it matter if it was just apple juice.
She hesitated for a moment to bring it to her lips. She stood there, just watching Vil- wanting him to say or do anything. But she waited far too long, for she was stopped in her tracks- the glass suddenly struck from her hands.“Don't do it, Y/N!”
Glass shattered everywhere, and Y/N let out a small yelp as she stumbled backward and away from the mess. She bewilderly looked to who had slapped the glass from her hands, and found Kalim- with Jamil running after him down the hallway. They were not alone either- as a few moments later, Grim and Yuu followed from the stairs.
Her breathing was quick as she looked down at the glass, focusing as the light reflected off of it. “Roi Doré! What brings you here?” Rook asked- not even surprised. “And Yuu and Grim as well?”
“Geez, Kalim! Why'd you go and smack the juice right outta Y/N’s hand?” Grim scolded, but Kalim seemed relieved.
He was out of breath, putting a hand over his chest as he attempted to breath. “I made it…”
“Made it? For what?” Y/N repeated.
Vil now frowned- his earlier fear stricken face dissipating as more members of their group arrived. “Why are all of you here?” But his words were not heard as the sound of fizzling was heard. They all looked to the ground where the apple juice had splattered onto, and in its place, found a purple liquid that was now bubbling.
“You used your signature spell to curse that juice, didn't you?” Kalim pointed to Vil, his breath now even as he spoke. “I got a real bad feeling when I saw the look on your face after Neige's rehearsal. It was practically the same look I saw on Jamil's face when he lost control of himself over holiday break.”
Vil looked to the ground before looking to Y/N. Though kalim had asked him a question, Vil could only watch Y/N’s face. And what did her face look like now? Probably pale, her throat feeling like it was constricting- but a much more preferred feeling than the feeling of poison running down it. Poison which she had almost drank. “Y/N, why did you try to drink that? You must have known it was dangerous…”
“I…I wanted to believe in you.” She said simply. It sounded so childish when she said it- like hope would have been enough to protect her. But even so, perhaps thats what the love she felt for Vil did to her- it made her foolish, childish. “I did believe in you.” She said more firmly. “You, above all, have always worked so hard towards any goal you’ve set your mind to- its something I love about you… And, even if it was cursed…”
Her sentence drifted off, the silence hung between the two of them before Kalim stepped back into the conversation. “Vil, do you have any idea how foolish that was?! You said every other team here would look like spuds compared to us...You said we were going to have the best performance in the world! After all of that, why stoop to this?!”
“Ha... Aha ha... That's what I want to know. More than the rest of you, even. But you see, I've come to a realization-” He looked to all of them as they stood there. “That I! Can never! Win! And that's why…I'm going... TO HANDLE NEIGE MYSELF!” As if on cue, the once bubbling liquid that had been spilt on the floor started to move once more and spread further, trails of purple liquid moving in a way that was so fluid and precise it looked as if it was reaching out to touch their feet. They all took a few steps backwards, in an attempt to avoid it.
That wasn't the only thing that started though- as smoke rose up from the evolving poison, spreading into the air and causing it to become thick- suffocating them all. Y/N covered her nose with her blouse, though it was no use- as the smoke was thick enough to pierce through the fabric. “What's this smoke?! C-can't...breathe…” Kalim let out a few coughs, struggling to breath himself as he covered his arm over his nostrils and mouth.
She felt a tug on her shoulders, ushering her away from the poisonous gas- and when she opened her eyes, it was Rook. “Y/N, Yuu, Kalim! Don't inhale that mist!” Rook pulled her in the direction of Kalim and Yuu- as far from the scene as possible while still remaining in the vicinity. “Vil's signature spell is Fairest One of All! He can use it to curse any object. The mist is the evaporated form of that cursed liquid. If you breathe it in, you'll be immobilized. Yet, would one glass of juice truly have such a drastic transformation? Ah- You didn’t!”
Her head told her she needed to get out of there, otherwise the poison in the air would overtake her body- and if she allowed that to happen then her signature spell would be useless- but… but Vil would be left behind. And so- her feet halted, planting firmly into the ground despite the overwhelming feeling to run from it all. Running away would have been easier- so much easier. And yet- Vil deserved so much better than that.
With her shirt still over her mouth and nose, she turned to face Vil- they had to save him. They all needed to save him- make him see reason, as now he was blinded by his mistakes and all he could see were his shortcomings. Rook must have had the same idea as they both stood- though a bit further from where the gas was strongest, still within proximity of it- and still nearby to Vil, who continued to breakdown.
Her eyes locked with his once more- “Please. Don't look at me… Don't look at me with those eyes!” He covered his mouth and shook his head- a frightened expression overtaking his face. She had never seen him look so terrified- of anything, especially not of himself. “Why? I want to be the fairest one of all, so why am I so...so...ugly? Ugly?! UGLY?!”
Rook’s voice was firm in his reassurance, whereas Y/N was struggling to form her own words. Internally, she was grateful to Rook to be the first to speak “Roi du Poison, you are far from ugly!”
“Yeah! And listen, Neige didn't drink the juice. Neither did Y/N.
You haven't hurt anyone yet. So please, Vil, snap out of it…” Kalim added, coughing once more into his elbow and turning away from Vil in an attempt to get fresh air.
Her words came more choked put than she would have wished, but she pushed through it- hoping he would hear her. “Vil- we care about you, and see how much you are in pain right now- please just let us help you-”
But it was not enough- as Vil finally snapped. “Silence! What do any of you know?!” His once frightened eyes turned to ones of acceptance- like he finally was coming to terms with the darkness within himself “What does it matter who forgives me?! I can't... I can't forgive myself!”
A black goo started to excrete from Vil’s form, in a way that looked so painful. Y/N raised her arm- about to conjure her signature spell to dispel the liquid forming on Vil’s body but Rook stopped her. “Vil's body is giving off black ink! It's like what happened with Jamil…” Kalim shouted out to them- and then it hit her. This was not just some side effect of poison she could heal- it was not something in her ability to solve though she wanted to. This went far beyond her abilities- something she had read about and been taught during her first year at Night Raven College.
Vil let out a laugh- ringing through the hallway of the coliseum. “Yes, of course. If I just melt everyone else into a hideous mess...Then I'll be the fairest one of all, won't I?” Black tendrils wrapped around his body, as the black ink ran down his face, eventually covering his eyes- but despite the painful sight, he maintained the smile on his face. Eventually, just as quickly as it had all happened, the black tendrils- which Y/N realized were not tendrils but rather feathers- released him, revealing his final form.
He fell foward before raising himself and opening his eyes- a bright purple fire covering over his left eye. His clothing had also transformed into an outfit she had never seen him wear- a black veil covering the back portion of his head that was held in place by a golden crown. Though the crown paled in beauty compared to the halo of golden peacock feathers that formed a circle behind his head. Even his clothing was magnificent- a golden corset around his waist, bright purple fabric draped over his arms and ran alongside the skirt he wore that revealed black boots with the same golden feather motif.
Vil stepped forward towards them- his haunting smile becoming sickly sweet. “Don't worry, this won't hurt for long. It will be over soon. Your blood will run cold, and you'll never wake up again. Heh heh heh... Ha ha ha! AAAH HA HA HA HA HA!”
Y/N’s blood run in her ears, making it hard to hear anything other than her own, struggling breath. Her mind cycled through a million different thoughts at once- blaming herself, blaming Neige, the whole idea of what now in hindsight was a stupid competition that Vil felt he needed to compete in to prove something- all of it. The poison in the air certainly did not help with her state of mind as everything was growing fuzzy- her limbs feeling like they wanted to give out and just give in.
Just when she was certain she would collapse, something flew by them- causing her to snap back to reality for just a moment to see what it was. Only Vil’s voice could make it past her mental block- equally as confused as her “What?!” She looked up to see what had flown past them- now targeting Vil as he grew more and more agitated. “Rgh! Get out of here, you pest!”
Kalim stepped forward- seeming to recognize the object who was currently saving them. “Is that you…magic carpet?! What are you doing here?” Magic carpet? So it was a magical object? But it seemed to have more of a mind than just some object controlled by magic to be just that-
“Really, now. Why am I not surprised?” A voice sounded irritated- and familiar. It was Jamil! Their fellow teammate had figured out they needed help and had come in just the right moment before they all succumbed to the poison. “Everyone, get on!”
They all did not need to be told twice, as the carpet lowered itself quickly and they all piled onto the carpet- with barely enough room to fit all of them. And just as quickly, they were off and away- flying through the hallways and out of the Coliseum- leaving Vil behind.
When they finally made it out and were dropped off where the stage area was- it was a completely different scene than the one Y/N remembered beforehand. The sky was dark, rain hitting her hair and face, quickly dampening her clothing. The optimistic day she had hoped for being quickly abandoned with everything that had happened- the stark contrast of reality being revealed to her finally. “The skies were clear and sunny before, yet now a tempest rages… Truly, it is like a reflection of Vil's own heart.” Rook sighed- and Y/N could not agree more.
“Jamil, we need to evacuate the staff and students, now! ...Wait, why is the whole place suddenly empty?” And sure enough, as Y/N looked around the coliseum, she found all of the stands and stage completely empty- compared to earlier on when excited staff members and contestants had buzzed around.
“Remind me again—how many years have I been covering for you every time you pull a crazy stunt?” Jamil raised an eyebrow and folded his arms. “Of course I had the place evacuated already.”
Grim piped in- “Whaaa?! But how?”
But Y/N couldn’t listen to the discussion as Jamil explained. She looked back from where they had just came from- where they had left Vil. Her throat felt tight, like she couldn’t breath despite the fresh air and coldness that was taking over her body. He’s overblotted- his magic and intense negative feelings overwhelming his form until it finally built up to a point of no return. How could she not have seen it earlier? How could she have let this happen?
She felt a hand on her shoulder and turned to look at who it was that was brining her back to the present moment- Yuu. Though they had exchanged very few words, just the gesture alone was enough to stop her spiral and bring her back to reality.
Three figures come running into the Coliseum- “We did as you said and made up whatever excuses we needed to get the rest of the staff and students out of the coliseum.” Ace sounded out of breath as he spoke. “We were checking around for anyone else on our way out…But then this purple mist surrounded the whole coliseum.”
She could hear Deuce’s account of what happened next. “Just touching it was so painful, it felt like my skin was burning. We couldn't force our way through that. What's going on?!”
“What's all the ruckus?” Epel asked- that was right, Epel, Deuce and Ace were not there to witness what had just occurred.
“The Roi du Poison has overblotted.” Rook stated- and the three first years looked startled at the news.
“What?!” They all exclaimed- and she was sure they had more questions however they did not have the time to explain it. There was noise coming from part of the coliseum where they had just escaped- loud crashes that sound like concrete being destroyed, rocks tumbling off of the structure with every pounding sound- like it would give out.
“We'll explain later. He's coming for us!” Jamil pointed to where the noise was coming from, and sure enough, Vil’s form finally broke through the last wall- showcasing the carnage of destruction in which he had created behind him in his conquest to reach them. Various forms of rocks were thrown at them, ranging in size, with larger rocks being dodged by them.
“AH!” Vil’s voice sounded even more distant- gravely and like there was something in his throat- no doubt the overblot. “You shall not escape me. No one who sees my ugly visage shall live to tell the tale!
AAAH HA HA HA HA!” Whatever sanity Y/N might have hoped Vil had left was now gone- and all that laid before her was the culmination of all of his insecurities. But still…
“This is a culture fair. Our school is playing host to a whole gathering of powerful mages. There's no way this state of affairs will go completely unnoticed.” Y/N turned to look at Jamil- now paying attention to what he said. He was right- this could get ugly with how many people’s safety was now at stake. She thought of her sister- who was probably enjoying the fair herself, unaware of the danger that lurked. “We'll need to hold out on our own until backup can break through that poison mist. This is going to get rough.”
“Yeah. Plus, if Vil runs out of magic before help arrives, it could be fatal to him. We need to get him back to his senses, and fast!” Kalim added- the last part particularly appealing to Y/N.
Y/N looked over to Epel and Rook- two individuals she trusted the most out of everyone that had been assembled here. In Epel’s eyes was a look of determination that she too wished to have. It was different than that day in the ballroom where he had looked more defiant than anything. But right now, in this moment, Y/N could see his determination. “Today... Today, I'm not gonna lose! I can't lose!” He pointed to Vil- who didn’t think much of his threat.
She turned to Rook- who looked like he himself was struggling to grasp how their friend had been pushed so far away- and strayed from his path. He was conflicted- a look that Y/N was sure resembled her own face more than Epel’s. “Vil... I shall free you from your prison of pain.”
It seemed like ever since she had known Vil, he had always been the one to rescue her- that’s how it felt like atleast. But now it was her turn- he needed Y/N- he needed all of them to be there and show him he wasn’t alone. She would not run- though there was a hundred reasons in her mind to do so. But there was a million more reasons why she would stay and save Vil. “I’m not going anywhere Vil… I’ll save you.” Her voice steadied itself finally- her heart, though beating fast, had evened out and an adrenaline rush shot through her body in a way it never had before. And in that moment, she felt like she could do it.
Y/N grabbed and gripped onto her pen tightly, her nails digging into her palms as she angled it out and away from her. It was Jamil who took the first shot at Vil- a common fire spell being the first shot- but it was that first shot that opened the fight up to all of them as they all charged at Vil, hurling spells that were not quite extreme, but strong enough to keep him at bay.
Another spell- an ice one- being used by Rook to freeze part of Vil’s legs down to the ground and to keep him from advancing towards them, but he had gained a sort of inhuman strength that made him react to the ice like it was nothing more than a string or piece of paper keeping him captive. He broke the restraint easily, ice falling at his feet and his heels stepping over it, laughing at the attempt. It seems their spells would not be enough- at this point, they were just draining magic into this fight with no real outcome but hope.
Epel was tossed backwards, skidding across the floor as he winced, but shot right back up. He must have been hit by one of Vil’s poisonous attacks- but it was no matter. Y/N aimed her pen at Epel, letting out her signature spell “What once was mine!”
Her bright light flashing from the green gem on the end of her pen, and glossing over Epel’s body before vanishing. He looked over to her, a grateful smile on his face as he nodded and resumed his defense. He was not the only one- it seemed just as soon as she helped one of her teammates, another was injured, or was struggling to hold his own.
It was like a rotation- She tended to Epel, Ace, Deuce, Jamil, Kalim, Rook and even Grim- over and over and over, until it felt like her own body would give out. She only had so much she could give- and in an attempt to heal Deuce did she accidentally miss. Her intended spell flew past the first year, and directly hitting one of Vil’s poisonous globs.
She expected him to grow stronger- to benefit from her aid and her healing magic… however that was not the case. He let out a hiss that she had never heard from anyone before- one of absolute pain, like she had just burnt him or seriously harmed him even though she had not touched him. The poison disappeared, falling to the floor and evaporating into a cloud of steam rather than mist. She had not meant to hit him- had no meant to hurt him, but why had he reacted in such a way? This had never happened before.
“That is it Mademoiselle Fleur! You are Vil’s opposite-” Rook called out to her, stepping back a few steps to stand beside her. Her head shot to look at him- bewildered by his statement.
She had to shout over all of the commotion- but also because his words startled her. “What!?”
He smiled. “Your healing rays of sun directly oppose the darkness of Vil’s poison- you disable its effect!” She looked back to Vil- and a sudden clarity hit her. Rook’s words made so much sense. She breathed in and turned her pen towards Vil, who was now watching her.
She did not want to do it- do anything that could harm Vil- but she had no choice. In the moment it was not funny, but later (if there was a later), she was sure she would be laughing at the fact that her powers- which were supposed to heal- would now be used as a weapon. What irony. Y/N raised her pen, her hand steady as she shouted once more and let out a large burst of light- “What once was mine!”
Her attack was quick, her light eating away at the poisonous ink that was consuming Vil’s body and mind. He let out a scream that rang in her ears, causing her to clench her jaw. She had hurt him- actually hurt him. She had in the past, though never physically- and when she had used her magic on him, it had always been to heal him, make him feel better. In a way- this was healing him, she was trying to help him, though it would end up hurting.
He was getting frustrated- “Rrgh... You meddling spuds!” Even his voice sounded different- more strained… he was getting tired- he was growing weak. “If I must, then I shall drag all of you down with me!”
This was it, they had to keep trying to reason with him, even if it fell on deaf ears. “Vil, please, you have to stop! You're not going to survive if you keep this up!” Kalim pleaded. They were all at the end of their rope- struggling to keep up.
But Jalim spoke up. “Rgh! We're so close to breaking his blot form.” And he was right- they were so close, they just needed to push forward a little more.
She could hear the labored breaths of the first years, Ace groaning out. “I'm running dry on magic over here!”
“Yeah, I can't breathe another puff of fire!” Grim agreed. Y/N winced- she also had to admit, she was almost out of magic as well. Her signature spell took much of her stamina and energy- and she could feel her legs growing weaker and the headache in the back of her skull. Even a few more uses and she would black out surely.
“Stay on your feet, everyone. We need to at least get clear of the poison mist…” Another cloud of mist headed their way, and Y/N erupted into a coughing fit. Her lungs burned, her arms and legs burned, her eyes were watering- whether from the mist or feeling like she was failing because of her own shortcomings- she was unsure.
In a last ditch effort, despite the fact that they were all tired and out of energy- Deuce stepped foward with new found vigor, waving his arms in their direction towards the floor. “Everybody, get down!”
They all looked towards Deuce confused, however Epel intercepted: “Ah... I get it! Everybody, do what Deuce says, lickety-split!” Y/N was unsure of what was going to happen, but all she had left was to rely on her friends that they knew what they were doing and would succeed. So, she obeyed, stumbling backwards and putting space between her, Deuce and Vil- and crouching down to the floor.
“My brain doesn't work well under pressure. I can't understand things unless I hammer them in repeatedly.” Deuce stood, standing tall admits the chaos and the crumbling coliseum and purple mist that burned their lungs. “But... If something is hammered into me enough, then I'm able to turn it into something worthwhile!” At the exclamation of his last word, a sudden flash of electricity stared to conduct itself around Deuce, followed by an aura that was impossible for Y/N to even describe. She had never seen anything of the like.
“What's this? An aura of power is rising up around Deuce!” Rook said, also crouching a few feet away from Y/N.
“Wait, what?! Is that...?!” Y/N could hear Ace, however, Vil’s reaction was what caught her attention the most,
“How...is that possible? How did you keep that much magic...in reserve?!” Vil asked, exasperated- for she was sure even he had never experienced anything of the sort. He was just as amazed and possibly dumbfounded as she and the rest of them were.
“It's not my magic, Vil.” Deuce replied calmly despite his aura intensifying. “It's the power you've hammered into me! And now it's a power that only I have! It's payback time! Get a load of this!” With the power condensed into his hands, he raised them above his head, his voice now yelling as he threw them down. “DOUBLE DOWN!”
With the swift action came a bright light, though it was different than Y/N’s. Whereas her’s mimicked sunlight, Deuce’s was pure power and magic combined with one another. The flashes of electricity that had came off of him beforehand were now targeted purely at Vil- striking him head on.
And with that came the end of the queen's tyranny as the Overblot that had taken over Vil had now come to pass and faded from his body. As soon as the black ink had removed itself, Vil’s body crumpled to the floor, his body falling lifeless into a fetal position.
VIL!” She didn’t wait to see what became of the overblot that had just left his body, did not care to wait and see if it was safe to approach him- Y/N sprang up, her body finding new found strength to run towards Vil. With her came Rook and Epel- following beside her as they too were worried about Vil.
They crouched beside Vil- Rook helping Y/N adjust his body into a laying flat position with his head propped up on Rook’s lap so that Y/N could get a better look of his injuries and where he might be hurt. From an outside glance, he looked fine, if only a bit scrapped up, but Y/N was sure he felt just as exhausted as they were. Sevens, if only she had not used so much of her energy during the fight- she had not even thought of afterwards for when Vil would undoubtedly be weak himself.
Though his eyes were closed, whatever was affecting him or caused him to overblot were still affecting his consciousness, as his face reflected the discomfort and negative feelings that had taken a toll on him. His eyebrows furrowed, a slight sheen of sweat above his brow that Y/N tried to pat with the hem of her uniform. It was already soaked through and dirtied- no use in trying to salvage it anymore. But still… it would all be worth it if he just opened his eyes and showed them that he would be okay. She grasped his hand, holding onto it and squeezing- hoping that just maybe, whatever little energy she did have would be enough for him to wake.
It felt like forever, when in reality it might have only been a few minutes, before his eyes were opening just slightly and he started to move- adjusting himself to be more comfortable. Y/N held her breath- watching him as he looked around to them all. “Rgh…How am I...?
“Vil! Oh, thank goodness. The light is back in your eyes.” Rook looked down, breathing a sigh of relief as he placed a hand on his chest.
“What a relief…” She had not heard him before, however Kalim’s sniffles garnered everyone’s attention as he started crying. “Viiil! I was so worried!”
“Why are YOU crying, Kalim?” Jamil crossed his arms over his chest as he looked to Kalim- not seeming to understand.
“Phew... I was afraid I'd hit you in the wrong place.” Deuce seemed the most relieved, probably because he was the one who dealt the final blow- but still looked regretful.
“I'm...sorry you had to see that undignified display.” Vil sat up, with the help of Rook and Epel- but even whilst siting up, he didn’t let go of Y/N’s hand. If anything, he gave her a small squeeze- and though it may have just been a reflex he had done unknowingly, it still meant the world to her. “Only third-rate people throw temper tantrums and take their problems out on others. My conduct was the most unbecoming of all…”
Epel was the quicker to reply, not waiting a moment- “Yer right about that. Ah thought you said people grow outta temper tantrums by the time they're three?” Y/N suppressed her smile at the quip.
“Yes... You're absolutely right, Epel. I'm no longer fit to be your leader.” Vil concluded.
“It would not do to flatter yourself, Roi du Poison.” Rook stepped in. “I'm afraid you'll find that none of us are lying prone.”
Vil paused, before asking.- “What...?”
“Rook's right, Vil. You haven't actually hurt anyone. You haven't stepped over the brink yet.” Y/N nodded in full agreement with Kalim’s statement. Though they had fought, they were all still alive, with no real injuries dealt. Had it also been partially her oversight that she had ensured they would all be fine, yes, but she could keep that to herself.
Jamil sighed. “Listen. Neige LeBlanche is out there right now, dancing happily with the seven dwarfs.”
Ace added. “After the way you ran us through the wringer training us to get here, there's no way we're letting you pull out because of a few bruises!”
“It's a stretch…but let's just say we got a little overly worked up in practice and got into a team brawl.” Jamil finished.
Vil’s eye’s widened at Jamil’s words. He stood up, now with Y/N helping him as she held onto his hand and shoulder to help support his weight. “All of you...You just want to pretend none of this happened?” He looked around before putting his hands on his hips in an almost disapproving way.
“I never said that.” Jamil shrugged. “All I'm saying is that we can hold off on explaining this to the faculty until after the competition.”
Heh... Jamil, you are truly wicked-“ Vil went to take a step foward before letting out a small wince and almost losing his footing. Just as soon as he did, Rook and Y/N were right there, hovering by his side. They were maybe being extra cautious, but it was something she couldn’t help.
“Vil-“ Y/N started, however she was cut off.
“Oh, stop. I just stumbled a bit. Spare me your plaintive cries.” He answered, shrugging her off, and Y/N frowned. At any other time, she might have accepted his answer, but this time she was more determined to ignore his words. Instead, she remained at his side, firming her grip on his arm.
“You can act all mighty and proud later on, but right now you are getting our help whether you like it or not.” She bit back. He looked at her, stunned for a moment and unable to reply, but her message must have gotten through to him as he did lean on her a bit more.
“Oh, by the way, Deuce-“ Ace looked to Deuce now. “What was up with that blast of magic you hit Vil with at the end there?” That was a good question that they were all wondering. She turned to glanc at Deuce as well.
“That was one seriously powerful shot! When did you learn to pull off a spell like that, Deuce?” Grim asked.
“I wasn't the one who made it so strong. Vil was.” That garnered some eyebrows being raised.
“How so?” Kalim asked.
“That spell stores up all the damage I take from someone, then hits back with it all at once. So it was only potent because Vil hit me with really potent magic to start with.” Y/N had not heard of that spell before- there were similar spells certainly, but never one of that magnitude.
“What kinda spell is that?! So it's just a way to get payback for when you get in fights?” Ace asked, puzzled.
“Don't make it sound so violent!” Deuce exasperatedly sighed. “The first time I pulled it off was when I took Epel to the beach and a gang attacked us. All I was doing was taking hits at the time, though. It just kind of slipped out…”
It was time for Jamil to sigh now. She wondered just how often he put up with not only Kalim’s antics but other first years in their dorm. “You should really know better than to use magic against laypeople. That can get you suspended.”
That earned Deuce’s regret, as a small noise came out of him. “Erk... S-sorry. Anyway, I kept trying to do it again afterward, and it just wouldn't work. It only clicked for me when Vil was giving us a serious pounding.”
“Aha ha! You see? That hard head of yours… That's your signature trait!” Kalim exclaimed.
“Signature? Oh, wait…You mean that's my…signature spell?!” Deuce asked.
“Marvelous! Merveilleux! You have broken out of your shell in spectacular fashion, Deuce Spade. Behold- Vil is awestruck and weak-kneed from the sheer splendor of your blow.” Rook motioned to Vil, who did still look rather battered, but slowly recovering.
“No, I'm just beaten up head to toe.” Vil said. “Credit where it's due, though- that last blow of yours struck soundly. Nicely done, Deuce.”
Just those words alone seemed to have struck a cord in the first years heart as he wore a proud expression now- reveling in the compliment “…Thank you, sir!” Deuce chirped.
“So, wait. If you hadn't succeeded at pulling the spell off once, what possessed you to yell "everybody, get down!" with so much confidence? It's all well and good that the spell worked, but what would you have done if it hadn't?” Jamil asked.
“Psh, don't sweat it, Jamil! It worked, and in the end, isn't that what matters?” Kalim’s laughed, but Jamil deadpanned at the answer.
“Good grief. I will never understand the way you impulsive types think.” He concluded. “The question now is, what do we do about the stage? It's a complete wreck. We're fortunate that Vil's poison mist is covering the whole coliseum. It means we're the only witnesses to the scene. In that sense, it's actually a good thing for us that Vil's signature spell lasts so long.” They all looked around. Sure enough, the stage and the whole area was wrecked, and in no condition to host the SDC. “I'd prefer to fix the venue up, dispel the curse, and get out of here, but… It's not feasible for us to fix everything up the way it was with what power we have left. Argh... Every scenario I run through my head hits the same brick wall. I'm not sure there's any getting out of this mess.”
“Jamil is right- even if we used all our connections, there is no way we would have the time or power to fix this…” Y/N concluded. “We will be forced to withdraw from the competition if there will even be one now-“ however she was cut off by a voice.
“Well, well. What have we here?” Y/N’s heart leaped to the back of her throat, dreading who it was, for she knew that voice well enough. Her head shot to look behind her, locking eyes with the one whom she called ‘fiancée’. “I thought I'd arrive a bit early, and what do I find but a stage laid to waste?”
Before she could say anything, Yuu’s eyes widened and they smiled- waving to Malleus. “Oh, Hi Hornton!”
Rightfully, they all turned to Yuu; “HORNTON?!” She looked back to Malleus, who seemed pleased by the nickname. Never would Y/N have imagined giving Malleus a nickname, much less one so informal and unlike him. Why Hornton? What does that even mean- and more importantly, why the magicless human? He had never spoken about them before, but then she also limited her own dialogue when it came to Vil… so was she not the only one keeping secrets?
“Yuu! You're really calling THIS guy Hornton? Do you have a death wish?!” Ace asked his friend. Yuu looked utterly confused though, unsure what they were talking about.
“Don't ya know who this is?!” Epel added.
Rook disregarded the first years questions. “Roi des Dragons, how did you get into the coliseum?!” Y/N had the same question- for she had not sent him an invitation, and she doubted Vil, Rook, Kalim and Jamil had. And judging by Ace, Epel and Deuce’s reactions- it was unlikely to be them as well. So then that would leave-
“I was invited, by the child of man living in Ramshackle Dorm. I have my invitation right here.” And sure enough, Malleus pulled a familiar looking invitation ticket from his pocket- the same type they had been given by Crowley. But Rook shook his head.
“That's not what I was asking...The entire venue is still enveloped in the cursed poison mist generated by Vil's signature spell. There's no way anyone coming into contact with that curse would come out of it unscathed.” That was also true- but Malleus shrugged, indifferent to Rooks words.
“Oh yes, I suppose there was some sort of cantrip up when I came in.
But no curse, no matter how powerful, will work on me.” Y/N wished to say she was surprised, but she breathed out a sigh from her nose- already excepting this. Of course he was immune to Vil’s poison- it seemed so easy for him to prove his superiority in every way without even trying.
“Hmph. I see you've taken advantage of Yuu’s ignorance to have a bit of sport.” Vil bit out. However, he eventually turned to Yuu- making formal introduction to the house warden of Ramshackle; “Housewarden of Diasomnia, the dorm based on the lofty spirit of the Thorn Fairy… Malleus Draconia!”
“Indeed. I am Malleus Draconia, soon-to-be ruler of Briar Valley. I trust you see what I meant now, when I said not knowing my name was for your own benefit.” Y/N watched the exchange- and how Yuu seemed completely unconcerned at his title, or what it could mean for them. She wished that she could not care that much. It was her turn though to face Malleus’s attention, as he turned to look at her. She could see the way his eyes narrowed just slightly at how she held onto Vil, and he did the same. After assessing the situation, Malleus looked to Y/N and Vil. She could feel the way he looked between the two of them, how she held onto Vil; “By the way, Schoenheit. You seem to have had a bit of sport, yourself. However did you become such a mess? You're hardly living up to the Fairest Queen's spirit.”
Maybe if he had had more energy in him, Vil might have been more arrogant in his response, however he tilted his head in the opposite direction, choosing to look away from Malleus and Y/N. She could see him bite the inside of his cheek as all he replied was; “You're not wrong…” Y/N breathed in- she could practically feel the guilt radiating off of him, but he said nothing more. Malleus seemed done with talking to Vil, as he looked around to all of them.
“What's the trouble? Tell me, children of man.” Yuu was the one who stepped up and explained everything, from start to finish. How they had trained for the Song and Dance Championship, how Vil had overblotted and gone on a rampage, and how now even though they had saved their friend, they were having a harder time trying to figure out how to save the SDC. By the end of it, Malleus was nodding his head, caught up with the events of their day. “Ah. Now I understand what happened. I must say, though. I'm most impressed. A magical reaction on the level of an overblot...And not a single one of the many mages on campus, myself included, took notice of it.”
“What?! You mean there's no panic outside?” Kalim asked. Malleus shook his head and motioned to outside of the Coliseum.
“No. The Royal Sword Academy students are singing near the gymnasium, a short ways off from here. They've attracted a considerable throng, but other than that…” He trailed off. Y/N breathed a sigh of relief, that was one less thing they had to worry about for the time being. It meant they had more time to figure things out. But that also meant…
“This coliseum plays host to Spelldrive games, defensive magic exams, duels for the seat of housewarden, and more. I've heard from the faculty that it's imbued with a special field that makes it harder for damage to spill out.” Rook explained.
Epel’s voice was low as he thought aloud; “So then, if we hadn't gotten Vil back to normal…” Ace finished his sentence, looking to Epel and Deuce concerningly; “...help wasn't even on the way? Yikes.”
“Mm. I suppose it's immaterial, at the end of the day.” Malleus looked around at the rubble, assessing it before nodding. There was a moment when he looked up to Y/N. She wondered if she looked as bad as she thought she did- he looked concern and she expected him to say something… but he did not. He looked around again and then to her, before sighing and turning to Vil. “You owe me, Schoenheit.”
Vil raised his head at that; “What?” was all he had time to say before the floor beneath them began to shift. Though Y/N had originally held onto Vil to support them, under such intense magic being used and the uncertainty of her legs being able to hold her up- she ended up leaning against him to hold herself steady. Vil did the same, wrapping an arm around her shoulders, though it helped him stabilize his stance. “Heh. Children of man- I shall bestow upon you a gift.” Malleus said over the loud noise of the stone lifting and bending to his will.
“What are you doing, Malleus?!” Vil called out, however was not given a proper answer.
“This is even more trifling of a task than re- weaving unraveled fabric.” Malleus mumbled under his breath- but then it seemed like something clicked and he announced; “Come! Return to your proper place! Revert to your proper shape!” A bright light that blinded them, and then…
“Rgh...! W-wait... What just happened?” Y/N could hear Epel ask, as she opened her eyes slowly, blinking away the confusion. “No way! The whole coliseum is back the way it was before, in an instant!” He was right- The whole stadium looked exactly as it had before the events of the day had occurred. It looked brand new.
“Amazing! Did you do that with magic, Malleus?! That is SO COOL!” Kalim said excitedly.
“Roi des Dragons, c'est magnifique! Your magic never ceases to amaze!” rook agreed. Y/N had to admit… she was also amazed. She knew he was powerful, knew that the Draconia’s in general produced some of the most powerful mages to ever have existed- and yet, it was an entirely different experience watching it happen in front of her. It was like nothing she had ever seen- and it did little to reassure her of what she was going to do.
To face the wrath of Malleus Draconia would be an unfortunate thing- perhaps even a life ending circumstance. His wrath would be targeted at not only her, but at Vil as well if she were to call of the engagement between them… neither of them would come out of it completely unscathed. And now, in Malleus’ mind, she was sure that he believed Vil owed him for fixing the stadium.
Malleus smiled, looking victorious- which did not help with Y/N’s pride being slightly hurt at the realization that he had yet gotten something else over her. “With the stage restored, I can watch you perform now.” He turned now to address Y/N- something he had yet to do directly. “I have been looking forward to this for the past month now, and I know Y/N has been working arduously. That's the extent of my interest in this matter.”
She could feel Yuu’s eyes on her- confused. Her mouth had gone dry as her grip on Vil tightened just slightly. Before she could force out a thank you- Yuu beat her to it. ”Thanks a bunch, Hornton!”
Malleus’ eyes widened, surprised at the nickname even more so than before. He laughed- a deep chuckle. “You know who I am now, and still you stick to that pet name?”
“Sorry- force of habit” Yuu apologized- and a small lightbulb lit up in her head. Yuu and Malleus were obviously close- closer than she had ever known- an odd type of closeness that was unusual and she had never seen outside of their small “family unit” in the Diasomnia dorm that was assembled between Lilia, Malleus, Sebek and Silver. Could it be… a similar situation like Vil and Y/N’s is happening between Malleus and Yuu?
“It's fine. I don't mind.” Malleus smiled softly- a different type of softness than he had shown Y/N- which brightened her mood considerably. She was no longer in the forefront of his mind, now this human was- and that was a trade she was more than willing to make. He turned to Vil- considerably in a better mood as well- as if talking to Yuu had soothed something in him- “I've set the stage for you, Schoenheit. I trust you will keep me suitably entertained.” He asked, a hint of playfulness in his voice.
“Hmph. I hardly need your urging to put on the finest possible show.” Vil scoffed, but a small grin replaced his previous tense face. He looked more lovely now than a few minutes before Malleus had shown up- like the challenge had given him something even further to work towards. “You'd best be ready for a standing ovation.”
“I'd expect nothing less….If you'll excuse me, then- I look forward to the show.” And with that, he disappeared in a puff of smoke- rather dramatically of him. If he was attending then that meant Sebek, Lilia and Silver were also here- something she looked forward to more than performing.
Rook was the first to break the silence left in Malleus’ wake. He let out a laugh- “I was hardly expecting the Roi des Dragons to give us his personal blessing. Lady Luck truly is on our side.” He turned to the group, motioning to the stage. Now is the time for us to show the NRC Tribe's unity.”
Unity- something they had all shown they had throughout the mess of the day. They would need it to get through this last challenge- need to trust one another, which should be exponentially easier now. “Yes. I'll take full responsibility for explaining this to the headmage and whatever follows.” Vil nodded to Rook. “For now, we have a Song & Dance Championship to win!”
And a new wave of energy overtook the group. They all raised their arms, wide smiles on their face despite their messy appearances and exhausted bodies- and with as much energy as they had to spare- they let out a loud shout of agreement.
They could do this- they could and would beat Royal Sword Acadamy because they were better. They had to be. And for one of the few times in her life- Y/N believed she could beat Laurel.
Hello everyone!
I know this is mainly a fanfic account, but I also do art! Here is one of my Twisted OC’s- guess who she is based on… 🧍🏽♀️
In Pomefiore dorm because she believes in a persons inner beauty/prioritizes that-
Hello everyone! So some good and bad news:
Good news is that Chapter 11 of “Eternal Youth” is very close to being finished! It’s another longer chapter so there’s a lot to get through/edit and double read to ensure it’s the best I can do.
It was supposed to be released this week, but unfortunately, my mom was in the hospital this whole week and I didn’t have access to my computer. We are back home, she is okay, but now I’m behind a whole week of progress 😭 so, next chapter will be released sometime within the next week to week and a half! My personal goal is to have it done before May 5th- but we will see 🧍🏽♀️
Thank you so much for the patience! I promise I’m still working on the Fic/it has not been abandoned!
Eternal Youth (Chapter 10)
Word Count: 13.3k
Warnings: None
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Im back with a new chapter finally 😭✌️
The dream didn't end there though, morphing into a scene more familiar and comfortable for Y/N.
It was before winter break of her freshman year- back when she was in the Performing Arts Club, after her, Vil and Rook had all became friends and life was so easy. This was also before her engagement- which wouldn't happen until she returned home for break.
And as she walked through this dream- it wasn't as if she was experiencing it within her own body, but as if she was watching through someone else's eyes.
"Its bittersweet that its over, is it not? I mean... we've spent all semester working on this project and now its all come together and everyone can enjoy it- but it also means its over..." She lamented, as they walked out of the theater with one another. The play that the Performing arts club had been working on had finally wrapped up, and they had just finished the last performance of it. Now- they would be heading back to their respective dorms and leave for winter break within the next few days.
Vil nodded- “That is how is how it goes. Though, there is a lot to look forward to for spring: I’ve heard the play that’s being selected might be something more to your liking-“
A group of students who had seen the play exited the theater, and made a beeline straight for her and Vil- interrupting their conversation, with them completely ignoring Y/N and focusing their attentions on Vil. "It was so exciting to get to see your acting in person! It was even better than on a screen- and your character's arc, it was so thought out!" One girl gushed, and luckily since Vil took most of the spotlight, Y/N was able to roll her eyes in annoyance.
It was far from due to jealousy though- well... it was jealousy, but not targeted at Vil. He deserved all of the praise and attention- but, it irked her how shamelessly these students were able to be to come up to Vil and just melt in front of him. Like how she wanted to do, but she knew better- or thought she did- and kept it internally.
Once they had finished and Vil had autographed one students shirt, he turned to her- a smirk on his face. "What was that about?"
She blinked, unaware that she had been staring so intently at him. "What?
"You know what im referring to..." He insisted- and Y/N sighed, knowing he must have been talking about her annoyance.
"It was nothing." She clutched her coat to herself tighter, looking away. "It just seems like everyone enjoyed the play- and they should. After all, you were in it.”
She couldn't see his face, and how he looked, but his voice was full of curiosity as he asked; "And what about you? Did you enjoy my performance? Where are your compliments?" The sound of her foot crunching the snow underneath her sounded louder than it actually was- ringing in her ear.
"What?" She blinked a few times, startled by how forward his words were. "Why... Why would I?" She gulped, her heart beat fastening. That sounded bad, so she reiterated her words in a different way; "I mean- you have so many admirers already. And I am bad at finding the right things to say... so, my words could hardly compare to anything someone else has already said to you."
Vil's voice sounded strained "You idiot." Y/N stopped in her tracks- offended by his insult. She mouthed out a lousy 'excuse me?' before he was gripping her arm, forcing her to look directly to him. It was unexpected- as Vil had never so much as touched her aside from fixing her hair or outfits- small gestures he liked to do to ensure she looked 'perfect'. But here he was, holding onto her arm and refusing to let go. He wasn't hurting her by any means, but it made her face burn to stand in the middle of the walkway as people who exited the theater last, passed by them. "I want to hear what you have to say." He hissed out- His irritation bleeding through his words though they were reassuring. "I want to hear your compliments, because they will always mean more to me than what anyone else in that theater combined has to say. You are my friend- and that will always triumph over almost everyone else..."
What could she say to that? Y/N watched as dream her pursed her lips- trying to find the right thing to say but once again, couldn't. So, she said the first thing that came to her mind instead; "The whole first act, I wanted to climb onto the stage and brush your hair out of your face- even though I knew it was part of your costume." She blurted out. It seemed he was astonished- as he unknowingly released his grip and she continued. "And then I had to stop watching because I had never paid attention to the play with all the components placed together until now- and how unfair your characters arc as the prince was. If I had kept watching I would have bursted out into tears and then I wouldn't have been able to continue to sing- You..." She breathed in a deep breath, running out of air in her lungs. "You were amazing. More than amazing- you were astonishing. And now I understand how you've made a career doing this, and how so many people can love you and your work. I believe if I had had more access to human media growing up, I might have also been a fan of yours. But if not then, than now I can confidently say I am."
When she had first said that, she had been too preoccupied with her own nervousness and uneasiness of her words and unabashed truth that she could only focus on just that; her fear. But now, being where she was with Vil and this being just a memory... she watched Vil's reaction. And how could she not have seen it even then? He looked down at her, eyes gleaming that were probably further illuminated by the light that reflected off the snow, a small but surely there smile that he tried to hold back to stop himself from appearing to overly pleased at her words. She had not seen it then, but it was so clear now.
And then he raised a hand to his face, shielding his mouth from dream Y/N, and turned himself away. She had thought he was laughing at her in the moment, like what she had said was funny- but now she heard the chuckle and the red that sprang to his cheeks. He cleared his throat, composing himself, before looking back to her- "That... was a more than adequate compliment. Thank you, for your words Y/N."
Past Y/N's mouth opened and hung open as she nodded, and they continued walking with one another. It was then that she had realized- she had a crush on him. Not when he was on the stage performing or pretending to be someone else, but when all he wanted was to hear her words, hear her thoughts and that her compliment would actually mean something. That was all she could ask for.
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"Ugh! No, no, no! Stop the music." Vil's voice cut through the music as the group practiced. They had all been there for a few hours at that point, with Vil and Rook helping their fellow members work on the choreography, and Y/N assisting with what she could in terms of vocals. Everything had gone as smoothly as it could before Epel's portion came up. It was always during Epel's part that there would be some kind of interruption or pause from rehearsal for Vil to lash out a serious scolding upon the first year Pomefiore student- not holding back any of his complaints and Epels shortcomings.
"What's the matter, Vil?" Rook asked- but looked far from surprised as did the rest of the group.
"EPEL." he placed his hands on his hips. narrowing his eyes to Epe- who did look shocked and a bit worried.
"Y-yessir!" Epel squeaked out, and Y/N watched as the exchange occurred.
"Have you learned nothing from your ballet lessons?" Said Ballet lessons were practices that Epel had been forced to partake in with Y/N for her own routine. Vil had said her choreography would consist of a mixture of contemporary and ballet, with a touch of lyrical- and was good practice for learning stability on the feet. And as such, Epel had been roped in, as Vil thought the younger student needed it as well. "I told you to throw out your antiquated notions. I said nothing about acting so halfhearted! Don't just sing the words without thinking about what they mean. This song is more than mere lip service."
"But this is the most 'charming' I can sound..." Epel defended himself, and Vil sneered at that.
"Being charming is another matter entirely. Do you think that will be enough to take Neige down?" Epel looked down, not saying anything. "Now, take it from the top!" Y/N turned to restart the music, sighing- but then startled by Epel's outburst.
"...Nnngh! I dont... I dont WANNA be cute!" Vil's face didn't even change, crossing his arms.
"Excuse me?"
But Epel was set to stand his ground, not backing down as it all unfurled from him. "I never wanted to be in Pomefiore to start with. And I don't wanna compete in the SDC, neither!" His fists tightened. "I didn't come to Night Raven College to sing and dance! I came here to get stronger! I dont wanna be some dainty little flower. I wanna be BIG and STRONG! And TOUGH!"
"Unbelievable. Most of us grow out of temper tantrums by the time we're three." His words were cold, as he glared down to Epel. Y/N looked to Rook, who watched off to the side, same as her. "You speak of being 'charming' and being 'strong' as though the two are mutually exclusive...when in fact both of them are equally valid forms of p[ower.As long as you fail to make that distinction, you will never be a match for me."
"Oh, get off your high horse! I'm done with this. I'm out. I’m quittin' the team!" Everyone's eyes widened, taken back and letting out their own forms of confusion.
"Hmph. Is that a fact? Very well. I believe it's time for the usual, then."Y/N stood up and walked over to Rook finally, side eyeing him before muttering;
"We should stop them. This has gone far enough."
"Dont worry Y/N- this isn't a fight..." She raised an eyebrow and sighed, as she continued to watch. Even if it was a fight, as long as she was nearby, she knew it wouldn't get too dangerous for either of them.
"Go on, Epel. Get out your magical pen." Vil looked bored as he produced his own pen- but Epel seemed fired up, like he had been waiting for this,
"Today is the day I put you in your place!" Epel bit back.
Deuce gapped- looking to Rook now; "Uh, this is TOTALLY a fight!"
The two Pomefiore students- Vil and Epel- faced one another for a moment, both still- before Epel finally leaped forward and hurled the first attack. A basic fire spell that all first years learned about, sprang from his magical pen- however Vil was quick. Much quicker than expected, as he blocked it with his own wind spell, the flames came nowhere close to him.
Epel grunted, frustrated, however he didn't have long to be upset as Vil threw ice shards his way, and Epel barely managed to jump back, however one hit him on his foot- causing him to lose balance.
It was just the opening that Vil wanted, as another barrage of ice flew towards Epel- Vil relentlessly throwing one after the other in a rapid motion. Epel did not dodge them all- some hitting his arms, legs, and even torso. Luckily, they were blunt, but it still looked as though it would hurt and leave a bruise later.
Epel regained his focus after the last attack, and tried the fire spell once more, however, faked his direction. He moved to the right as if he would attack there, but at the last second, threw it at Vil's left. It was no matter though, for Vil blocked it perfectly once more- and while Epel was vulnerable, hurled his last attack straight at him. But it was not one of magical abilities, but rather a punch straight to his stomach.
That was all that was needed as the jab to Epel's midsection was delivered quickly and cleanly- the fight finally coming to an end and Epel ending up on the floor, clutching his stomach. Y/N winced, wanting to step forward to help him, but Rook held her back.
"AGh..." Epel coughed a few times as he held himself and where he was last hit.
"And there we have it. I win, as usual." Vil shrugged, looking down at a struggling Epel, who tried to stand to his feet. "As it stands, you are neither cute nor strong. You're but a plain apple, devoid of any poison. If you don't shape up, you'll never land a single hit on me."
"Come on, Vil. Epel's a freshman. Cut him a little slack. I'd be hard-pressed to think of anyone on this campus who could take you in a fight." Kalim piped up, seeming to be the first to say something- even though almost all of them did not agree with the sight in front of them.
"Kalim, you stay out of this." Vil hissed out, and then turned back to Epel. "Listen, Epel. I told you this on the day we first met, and I'll say it again. If you want to be yourself, then become strong and beautiful first.Cease this childish tantrum and get back to rehearsing."
But it would not be that easy- as Epel gritted his teeth- "D-Dagnabbit... I just... I just..." Tears of anger streamed down his face, as he finally stood up and ran out of the ballroom- slamming the door behind him. Deuce called out for him- but it was too late, he was gone.
"Let him go. If that's enough to crush his spirit, then I'll remove him from the roster myself." Y/N looked to the door where Epel had left out of- worried about him- as Vil turned away, as if he didn't care.
"Dont you think you're being unfair, sir?" Deuce asked. "He's been putting a ton of effort into dancing and singing, and you're just dismissing it..."
"Spare me the infantile notion that hard work guarantees a reward!!!" Deuce took a step back, as Vil continued onward. "For that matter, Spudling two- you have no bandwidth to spend worrying about others. You're far behind the other members in all aspects of your performance.Spudling one started at the same time as you did, yet the difference between you is telling. You are, in effect, slowing the rest of us down. Don't give me reason to accuse you of conveniently ignoring this fact."
"I know that, sir..." Deuce exhaled.
"Then don't talk like a full-fledge ensemble member when you're still dead weight." That didn't sit right with Y/N- this whole exchange between Vil and the first years didn't sit right with her. Was what he was saying true? Some of it. But it was how he was saying it that bothered her- after all, she herself was behind the rest of the group as well- so... was this what he thought of her? That she was holding everyone back?
How long would it be before he snapped at her like that? Or was he already thinking terrible things and just not telling her? As Y/N pondered in her own head about the whole situation- Ace and Deuce started talking with one another. It wasn't until Deuce was yelling that everyone looked at him and ace though.
"SHUT UP!" And here comes more fighting. They really were falling apart- so much so that Y/N wondered how they would all make it to the song and dance championship. "You think I don't know that?!"
"Woah easy-" Even Ace seemed bewildered by Deuce's outburst
"A 'smart guy' like you wouldn't understand!" And then deuce stormed off as well- leaving the rest of them.
There was muttering from a few of them as Y/N watched Vil. He was conflicted- even if he tried not to show it, she could see it all over his face. His eyebrows were tightly knitted together, as he watched everything unfold as well. He certainly wasn't happy that another member of their team was now gone.
Jamil looked to Vil. "Upperclassmen, what would you say to calling a quick recess." That was probably the best thing she had heard all day, nodding her head.
"I second that motion, Jamil." Rook pipped up. "Let's all take a breather, shall we?"
"Yeah! We can all rest up and clear our heads." Kalim agreed- and it seemed like Yuu, Grim and Ace were also in agreement with the suggestion. Vil- seeing the majority coming to an agreement- sighed and relented.
"Fine. If we must." It was a short answer, but that was probably for the best. As they all dispersed from the room, Y/N stayed behind to watch as they all left, before being the last to leave.
She needed to check on Vil, see what was going on with him. She knew he was a perfectionist- actually admired that about him- but this was going too far. It would be at the detriment of the group falling apart- and if that happened... well, they wouldn't be able to perform in SDC. There needed to be some sort of balance.
She took notice of Vil in the hallway outside of the ballroom, his phone in hand. Not an unusual sight for the housewarden, as Y/N knew that he used it for various forms of communication. However, as she approached closer, she realized he was talking to it.
Y/N ducked behind a pillar as she listened; "Mira, Mira. Tell me something."
The phone came to life, a bright voice responding to his words; "What would you like me to look up?"
"Who, at this moment, is the most beautiful of all?" Y/N swallowed, her breathing becoming shallower as if every nerve in her body was hanging on to what the answer was. She knew it was Vil, it had to be Vil- so why...?
"Displaying results for 'account with the most comments using the word 'beautiful':" The silence only lasted 5 seconds before a name was given: "Neige LeBlanche."
He looked down at his phone, his grip tightening as he muttered. "The idea that hard work is always rewarded is utter drivel only true in fairy tales."
She couldn't stand it any longer, as she finally called for him; "Vil." He didn't respond, his back to her- she tried again. "Vil? Vil-"
Finally, he turned, startled at her presence. "Y/N?"
"Vil- what are you doing?" He looked down at the phone in his hand with his last search still being present before turning his phone off and placing it back in his pocket.
"Nothing-" But it wasn't nothing and he knew that she knew- as Y/N pursed her lips, not accepting his answer. Still though, she walked closer to him, closing the distance between the two of them.
"You are the most beautiful- don't listen to a dumb machine tell you otherwise." He looked down at her- uncertainty evident.
"Thats just what you believe. Not everyone else is the same-" Now that made her worry. There was something deeper going on- something she didn't quite understand yet; why all of a sudden did this matter to him? Had it always and she just missed it?
"And what happened to my words meaning more than others words?" She crossed her arms- thought scrunched her eyebrows together, her tone at ease. "Remember? Well I'm telling you now- you are the most beautiful. End of discussion." She had meant her words as a form of reassurance- but he brushed them off.
He scoffed. "That was when we were kids."
She blinked- and then a small blossom of doubt took root in her. "Then, are you saying my words don't matter anymore?" She asked- taking a step back.
"It was different then- different circumstances when nothing was on the line. Now, with the SDC coming up and people turning to me- it matters what everyone thinks. Not just you."
"You know that's not what I meant-" her nose wrinkled- "I just think that everyone is struggling right now, and patience is needed- Including for you-"
"Patience never gets anyone anywhere. The only way to achieve what one wants is to do it themselves no matter the consequences." He snapped. "And you are one to talk of difficulty, Y/N- you would know, as you are always the first to run when things get hard." It seems this would not be the conversation she thought it would be. She had wanted to reassure him, calm his nerves, but he seemed even more tense than in the ballroom during practice.
"If I was going to quit, I would have done it by now." She shot back. "Im here though, aren't I? I've accepted the challenge, and have stepped outside of my comfort zone for you and the rest of the team!" How dare he use it against her- her past mistakes, when it's taken everything in her to even be here. To not run, and actually see this through. "I thought... I thought we had moved past this. I never would have thought you would throw it back in my face, but that's my mistake.” She needed to get away from him “Regardless, I think I've taken all the recess I need, and will head back to the Ballroom now." She needed to leave, otherwise she would say things that she would regret as well- and then where would that get them?
She turned away from him- and he didn't stop her this time as she left. Even then though- she was still running. Not literally, but the first sign of them fighting and she couldn't even stand up for herself against him. It was pathetic- truly...
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Practice went onwards without their two other teammates- even though it all felt wrong. The song didn't sound complete without Epel's portion- and the dynamic seemed off without Deuce. Even Y/N- who usually was none the wiser, knew something was wrong, and they were missing something. After a pitiful hour of practicing and failing- Vil looked defeated. Even he recognized what was happening- why they were failing.
"Let us call it in for the ensemble's practice. We will wait for the remainder of our team to return. In the meantime though-" He slowly turned to Y/N, who stood off to the side with Yuu. She had found refuge in the sidelines, where she was safe from the spotlight- but it seemed her safety would come to an end. "Y/N." He called her. He had started using her first name after the group had become less formal with one another, as it would have been odd if he still only referred to her by her last name. "Let's work on your performance whilst we wait." It wasn't a suggestion but a command, and it sounded more stern- most likely due to his already dwindling mood.
She let out a sigh, as she stood up and approached, while the others moved away and to the sidelines. She caught Kalim's eyes- who gave her a reassuring thumbs up with a wide grin. She gave him a less sure smile, and a pathetic thumbs up back- wishing she could feel supported by the gesture- before assuming her place in the center of the room.
Vil looked down at her more harshly, as he examined her before pointing to Yuu; "From the start." Yuu- who had sat in on Y/N's lessons, already knew what to play and scrolled a few times on the phone that was connected to the speakers, before pressing start.
The same music progression that Y/N had heard a hundred times at this point, started playing, and instinctually- she started to perform. She knew the lyrics by heart, could recite the song in her sleep if asked- that wasn't the issue. The issue was her dancing skills were subpar at best. And sure enough, less than a minute into her performance, Vil was cutting the music.
"Stop the music." She knew what was coming next- expected what was coming next. And at this point- her blood was still boiling from their conversation earlier that she was ready for whatever he said. "what was that? How many times must we go over this- your form is terrible. At least this time you are on beat with the tempo, but even so, the only redeeming quality is your singing."
Y/N bit the inside of her cheek to keep from snapping at him, and took a deep breath before saying; "Then let's start from the beginning. I'll try again."
Vil squinted his eyes before nodding and pointing to Yuu without a word. They knew what he wanted, and restarted the song from the beginning. The same sequence of events occurred again; with Y/N dancing to the best of her ability before being cut short by Vil once more. This time she was able to get further into the song, but not by much.
And then it happened again, and again and again. And by the fifth or sixth time, she had grown tired of all of the smallest mistakes she was making being criticized and scrutinized so harshly. She was no longer embarrassed by how much she was failing but instead, growing frustrated towards Vil herself- this must have been how Epel and Deuce had felt. And now she knew it as well- but she would not run away. It would only prove Vil’s earlier jab at her as the truth. Instead, she stood her ground.
The music was cut by Vil once more, and she shot her head to look at him- a displeased expression on her face. "What is it now?" She asked, exasperated by how even though she was putting in so much effort, it still wasn't enough.
"It's your face." and she gaped at him.
"Excuse me?"
"You look as if you are straining too hard- it's unappealing." A lewd remark came to her mind quickly- but she couldn't say it with everyone around them so she swallowed it down.
"Unappealing you say?” She gritted her teeth as the next comment came out- sarcastic in tone; “Well then- I’ll fix that as well, but you must have some grace with me. Not all of us can be from Pomefiore and be graced with beauty.” She flitted her hand in a grand gesture when referring to the Pomefiore dorm, and her voice became much more harsher on the last words of her sentence.
Vil watched her as she resumed the first position, but he wouldn't let it go. “That’s all you have to say for yourself?” he pressed, walking towards her.
“What do you want me to say?” she asked, her voice soft but fraying at the edge, as she approached her breaking point. “You’ve already decided I’m doing it wrong no matter how I do it.”
“Because you are not doing it how I tell you to.” He growled out. “But I suppose that is my fault- I've not been merely as strict with you as the others.” Y/N still waited for the music to start, and Yuu looked to Vil- also waiting for his command- but Vil tapped his foot a few times before finally making his decision. “I will now rectify that- outside. Now.”
Y/N laughed, “You’re joking, right?”
“Do I look like I’m joking?” But he didn't wait for her to fix her mistake this time- his lips tightening as he approached Y/N and grabbed her upper arm to drag her with him- out of the ballroom and through the hallways of the Pomefiore dorm. It was not until they were outside in front of the dorm that he plopped her down, as she fell to the floor from her legs feeling weak. Y/N rubbed her arm- not so much because he had hurt her- but because of the shock that he would grab her like that- as she looked up to him, seething.
The group did not care that Vil had not instructed them to come, they came anyway to watch what would happen- Kalim once again tried to step in. “Vil, come on- this is a misunderstanding I’m sure-”
Vil was less polite than he had been earlier- probably now reaching his own breaking point with practically every member of the ensemble (and now Y/N) arguing with him; “Shut up Kalim!” Vil shot daggers at his fellow Housewarden before turning back to Y/N, who was now standing back up from the floor and dusting herself off. “And you- I want 50 laps around the dorm.”
She looked around- thinking about the daunting task. Fifty laps, how would she get that done? The sun was already setting, so she would go well into the night time with the dark. Fortunately, the Pomefiore dorm was well lit at night. Unfortunately, Y/N didn't think she had the stamina to complete 50 laps without collapsing from exhaustion. But… she internally banged her head against a wall- she had to. She had to do this- just like the rest of the team had to deal with the punishments that Vil gave them as well.
This was the first time he had actually scolded her and actually given her a punishment, and if she didn't do it- then it wouldn't be fair. She knew stepping into this competition and group that Vil would not grant her any favoritism compared to the others, but in a way, he had. That was, up until now though, when she had acted- well, spoiled.
So, without another word, Y/N rolled up the sleeves of her P.E uniform that she had been practicing in and started jogging around the dorm. The first 10 laps had not been that bad. By lap 20, her legs were starting to burn. By lap 30 though, she had slowed her jog down and was now mixing it between a walk and jog. She hated this. She hated being alive at that moment. She hated that she woke up that morning, rolled out of bed, and came to practice- if only she could tell past her to fake being sick, or simply to keep her damn mouth shut! Why had she needed to press Vil like that?
On her 34th lap around, she slowed to a walk and approached the scene that was happening between Vil, Epel and Deuce- the first years who had returned. She only caught the end of Vil’s words- who did not seem happy.
“Not only did you skip your rehearsal, but you left campus without permission AND got in a fight? You're lucky it was written off as self-defense.” Y/N listened, staying out of Vil’s sight. Rook watched, offering her a bottle of water, and she accepted it graciously, giving him an appreciative smile. “But what if you'd gotten barred from competing in the SDC because of it? Does your irresponsibility know no bounds?!” Y/N would be surprised if by the end of this, Vil didn't have one or two grey hairs. No amount of beauty products would save the natural aging that occurred with stress.
“Vil, I am so, SO sorry! I was the one who took Epel off campus without permission. I accept whatever punishment you deem fit, sir!” Deuce started, apologizing, but Epel stepped in.
“No, I was the one who ran out in the middle of rehearsal...and I started the fight. This is my fault! And, if I may add one other thing? I learned something today.” Epel paused, before taking a deep breath in. “I finally understand what you mean when you talk about power. Deep down, I've always looked down on people who care about being cute or charming. But you endorsed my hometown's apple juice, and everyone in town is happier for it. I think your concept of power finally clicked for me. And now I want to have power like yours, Vil.” What a sweet sentimental statement, especially from Epel, who seemed to have a misconstrued notion of masculinity at first.
Vil’s face softened just slightly, recognizing Epel’s growth as well. But that didn't change his words, nor the lesson that Epel was to take away from this whole day; “Heh... Let me tell you something, Epel. I like making people prostrate themselves before me. There is one form of power that can bring people to their knees. It's more overwhelming than violence; more eloquent than words. I speak, of course, of beauty. That is why I devote myself utterly to the art of aesthetics—so that no one can outshine me. So that I can be the fairest in the land. You were fortunate enough to be born with the weapon called "charm." Whether you sharpen that weapon into something useful or let it rust away is up to you. I suggest you remember that.”
Epel, who seemed more confident now- jabbed; “Yes, sir. I'm going to keep getting more powerful. Powerful enough to beat Neige AND you!”
And finally- after everything that had happened that day- all of the fighting, the stress, the argument between Vil and Y/N- it was all worth it to see Vil smile. A genuine smile this time, and chuckle. “Heh. At least you're ambitious.”
Rook stepped forward, completing the Pomefiore students trio, as he made a suggestion; “Heh heh heh. I see the baby birds have learned a valuable lesson. What would you say to letting them off the hook this time, Roi du Poison?”
Vil sighed, as if thinking of his options before yielding- his anger faded; “I suppose the point has been made. There's no sense in belaboring it. I'm giving you both a second chance. There will not be a third. Is that clear?”
Both of the first years replied in unison, they joy seeming to radiate off of them. “Yes, sir!”
In a more light hearted manner than his earlier punishment that had been served to Y/N, he commanded them; “Don't take that peppy tone with me. You both clearly have an excess of energy. Your punishment is to run thirty laps around the dorm!” They only got thirty?! Y/N gawked as the first years enthusiastically agreed.
“Yes, sir! Running now, sir!” And took off down the same path that Y/N had ran around for the past hour at that point.
Vil almost turned away, before catching sight of Y/N and her idleness. “Did I say to stop running? Finish your laps before I add on ten more!”
Y/N squeeked out a pathetic “Yes sir!” before nodding her head and taking off after Deuce and Epel, trying to catch up. She also found herself more energized after seeing things coming to a conclusion between Epel and Vil- like there was some peace finally. It could also be the water that Rook had given her had soothed her parched throat and gave her the power to finish the last of her laps.
But even when she had finished, Vil didn't say another word to her. The ensemble practiced for a bit more before calling it a night and leaving. Y/N feigned a duty she needed to do and that she would catch up with the rest of them later, as they all left, however it was far from the truth. Instead, she knew she needed to devote herself more to her performance.
So, she spent the rest of the night rehearsing her dance over and over in the large ballroom mirrors after finding the door had been left unlocked. There were certain moves in the choreography- moves she had over thought and analyzed late into the night as she practiced.
Y/N struggled with sleeping- she had grown to accept it- and so when she had gone the whole night practicing without realizing it, she was more proud of herself than tired. She danced until the first rays of sunrise, and though her body was exhausted, her mind felt clearer than it had ever been.
Like she had been born to do it. Is this how everyone who danced felt? Is this what she had been missing out on until now?
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It was coming close to the Song and Dance Championship when Vil called one of their last few meetings to really perfect their performances and conduct a costume check. “We're down to one week until the Song & Dance Championship. Starting today, we'll be doing rehearsals in full costume.” Vil announced.
Since their argument in the hallway two weeks ago, Vil and Y/N had kept to minimal contact. It was for the best- for the both of them- as they both equally needed to focus on their responsibilities and duties, and dedicate their everything to the SDC. But, it had left a sour taste in her mouth- and she was sure Vil was feeling the same way. Or maybe he wasn't. He hadn't given any indication that he was regretful for his words or how he had handled it all. But maybe he was still thinking about it- Y/N certainly was. Thats why the only time she spoke to him was in the company of another person, and she was always polite and respectful- but never anything more.
And he- the most he would do was fix her hair or her uniform before they all left for class- but he also did that with almost everyone else in the group. It was just in his nature to ensure a person looked their personal best and assist how he could and when he could. It didn't mean anything…
Ace raised his hand, breaking Y/N’s thoughts. “You mean in our school uniforms?”
Rook grinned; “Precisely. After all, we are representing Night Raven College when we take the stage.” And Rook- rook could sense the tension between the two of them, but did not say anything. Perhaps because they were still speaking to one another and not actively arguing, he figured it would eventually work itself out.
“That, and school uniforms are ideal attire for a boy band that projects a youthful image.” Vil added. “Naturally, these are specially tailored uniforms that stretch to accommodate dance moves. You can thank the headmage for having them made.” Yeah, Y/N would rather drink a vial of poison than to thank the headmage- Her ongoing internal grudge against him, still raging strongly.
And ofcourse, Headmage Crowley was there, basking in the praise of Vil’s words about him. “Oh, think nothing of it. It's a small price to pay for massive school publicity-” He faked a cough that made Y/N’s ears ring from how stupid he sounded. “Ahem. I mean, you all deserve the freedom to dance to your fullest!” Unfortunately- Y/N did have to admit, the material of her new uniform was much more lighter, her skirt swaying more dramatically than usual. And this uniform had been given to her with an additional ribbon to style in her hair- probably to aid to the more ‘youthful image’ that Vil had mentioned.
Vil clapped two times, and they all knew what that meant by now; “Enough chitchat. We're going to do both songs from top to bottom.” Y/N held her head higher as she knew what would happen next. Vil looked to her, nodding “Y/N you shall go first- since you are our opener.”
Maybe they all thought she would try to avoid going first, like she previously had- but she didn't. She stepped forward, accepting the request. “Yes, Sir.” She took her place in the center of the room as everyone watched her.
The music started, and she closed her eyes- her face remaining as neutral as she could control it to be. A sort of peace fell over her body, her breathing leveling and becoming steady- as images flashed behind her eyelids. Images of her dreams, and of her previous rehearsals, remembering everything that had been taught to her- as she took the first step forward and began her routine.
It was like she had been possessed by some sort of other being- as she danced like she had previously when alone. She had known the steps, memorized them- but had never felt the connection of the music to them, or ever understood the connection. But to be able to dance, you cannot simply dance without music- and music could be sound in any and everything. If not in the song that she sang out, with her voice ringing off of the walls of the room, then in her heart that was beating to the tune of the melody.
And then she made it to the final lyric of the song, the last notes of the tune fading into her voice as she sank to her right knee and her leg falling behind her as she bowed.
There was silence through the room before she heard clapping and raised her head to find Vil- the one hardest to please- being the first to express his approval of her performance. Though, it was very soon that everyone joined in- with Crowley being the most noisy of them all. “Brava! Well done Ms. Galloway! And beautiful song choice and choreography on your part Mr. Schoenheit.” Crowley admired, clapping a few more times as Y/N raised herself and walked towards the rest of the group.
Kalim raised out his hand- and Y/N looked at it for a couple of seconds, confused. “Dont leave me hanging Y/N!” Kalim spoke excitedly- and it clicked what was happening. He wanted her to give him a high five. She raised her hand, and lightly tapped his raised hand- never having high fived anyone before and only seeing it happen. It was satisfactory to him though as he grinned widely at her.
Ace and Deuce stepped forward to also compliment her- “That rocked Y/N! I’ve never seen your whole performance and had no idea how complex it was.” Ace commented. Was her performance complex? A first it had felt like it but she figured it was because she was terrible at dancing. She didn't say that though, and just thanked him for the compliment.
As she walked to stand beside Rook, he gave her a small pat on the shoulder- reassuring her. “Merveilleuse Madam Fleur! You have improved so much within these past few weeks- its like watching a bud bloom in spring- an ordinary sight to some, yet all the much more special to watch when you have attended and watered the bud little by little.” Y/N grinned at his words, taking them more to heart.
And Vil? She held her breath as she waited for his words of approval, a compliment, even if backhanded- anything. But, he didn't say anything to her- chatting with Crowley who was still talking about her performance. Her face quickly became annoyed as she pursed her lips and leaned against the railing on one of the walls, taking a breather. “Thank you Rook- it means a lot coming from you.” She replied as genuinely as she could muster despite her disappointment.
Rook looked to Vil and gave her a sympathetic and sad knowing look, like he knew what she was thinking about- but didn't have the time to assure her before being called upon.
“And now I would love to see the main act!” Crowley’s voice carried over to the rest of them, and that was the signal for Vil and the rest of her team to get into place for the main performance. It was the real reason why people were even attending this event; to see Vil perform.
That was right- he was not just ‘her Vil’ but someone that almost everyone knew about. Even her little sister idolized him! And she… well, Y/N was just some random girl from Briar Valley. She didn't mean much to anyone- well, aside from Malleus- but even then, Y/N doubted it was because he genuinely knew who she was as a person.
The music started as the ensemble performed, but still, her mind couldn't focus. And that was just it- not only did Malleus not know who she was as a person- but she herself hardly knew! After all, it was only a recent revelation for her to go against her family and everyone else and pursue a secret relationship with Vil- but even that choice, it had been the only thing she had ever decided for herself. So… who was she? What did she stand for?
If someone had asked her that question a year ago, she would have confidently said ‘family and duty’- the two ideals she was raised on. But now- now what did she have? She didn't really have her family, and she wasn't doing her duty.
Her mind snapped back to her fellow group members as they finished their song and posed to their last move. A clap rang out from Crowley- and then Yuu and Grim were accompanying him- so Y/N clapped as well- though kept quiet.
“Oh… OOOH! Marvelous. Simply marvelous! You're all in such perfect sync! I knew I made the right call putting Schoenheit in charge of production.” That was something she couldn’t argue with Crowley about- Vil did have good taste, and it was no different when it came down to his work on their performances. “An ultra-trendy song, sharp dance moves, incredible singing, and highly thematic lyrics… I give it top marks across the board!”
“Heh... But of course. What do you take me for?” Vil responded- but Crowley went on continuing to sing his praises.
“What I've always taken you for. A leading global talent—no, correction—the housewarden of Pomefiore, our campus's most historic and beautiful dorm. The SDC is a musical recital. We won't know what songs the other schools have chosen until the day of… But you have a level of polish that makes you worthy of being called top contenders, Schoenheit. NRC, Defeat Royal Sword Academy and prove your beauty to the world!” Does he ever just stop talking? His voice grating to her ears as she crossed her arms over her chest.
“Oh, yes—I have something for you all.” He pulls something from his back pocket- a stack of some sort of slips of paper, before passing them around the group equally. Y/N took hers in hand and looked down at the slightly shiny tickets.
“Tickets to the SDC remain hot commodities every year. I've used our status as the host school to reserve a small handful of affiliate seats. You can give them to your friends and family.” Y/N sighed as she looked at the tickets she had been given. If it was under different circumstances, she would have given one to her sister, but her sister would already be there, just not to support her. And she would have sent one to her grandmother- but her grandmother was in no condition to travel, much less see her perform. It would be selfish to even ask that. “And on that note, don't let me keep interrupting your practice. I'll be taking my leave now. Break a leg, everybody.” She wished he would break his leg.
It was only once Crowley left that Vil turned to the rest of them. Even with the stamp of approval from their Headmage- no others opinions mattered but Vil’s- and it seems that they had not yet finished in their refining of perfection- as he commanded; “All right everyone, back to practice.” And finally, after weeks of practice and arguing- it seems everyone was on the same page at last, as everyone lined up to begin warm ups and rehearsing.
But Y/N could not get out of her mind that she had yet to hear Vil’s thoughts on her performance. Though Crowley may have liked it, and so did the rest of the crew, Vil’s thoughts were all that really had mattered- and yet… She did not know where she stood in his vision of the Song and Dance Championship being a success which scared her the most. More than the idea of what others thought.
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The night before the Song and Dance Championship, Y/N couldn’t sleep. It was like her thoughts were refusing to let her mind rest, even for a few moments. And it wasn't just her thoughts- it was like her dreams were also out to get her; with her being startled awake from a particularly haunting vision she had dreamt.
None of it made much sense- as not even the birds had visited her recently. They were just dreams of complete nonsense- but there was one thing she knew; it all had to do with the SDC. It felt as if she was being warned- but then why would her mind try and warn her and of what? Sure she was nervous, but she had been nervous about other things before and it had never warranted this kind of response from her body. The inability to relax, as if she was waiting for something- it was almost enough to drive her mad.
It also didn't help that her and Vil were still… ‘arguing’ if she could even call it that at this point. They still had not spoken- aside from the very short and quick words shared around the group. And though she had relished in being granted some words of praise by everyone during dress rehearsal, it still had not eased her feelings of inadequacy. Their words were still not his words.
She sighed, giving up on trying to fall asleep, instead, opting on getting up, pulling the covers off of her and walking carefully on the wooden floors to not make too much noise or wake anyone else. If she couldn't sleep, then maybe a cup of tea would help. When she was little, her grandmother would make her lavender tea when she couldn't sleep. But then again, those dreams had been completely different than her current dreams as of recent. It was funny- how silly shadows made by closet doors and curtains, things that had once terrified her, seemed so minimal compared to her current worries.
Once she reached the kitchen area- which was way smaller than the Diasomnia and Pomefiore dorm, Y/N grabbed the pot and started boiling water. She opened a few cabinets- noting how few options they had before finally finding the tea. Though there was no Lavender like she had hoped, there was a nice blend of Chamomile- which would have to suffice.
After her water had come to a boil, she poured it into her cup and added the tea bag to settle and soak. She looked around the kitchen, a feeling of sadness creeping into her chest. This would be the last evening that they would all be rooming with one another.
Whilst she had originally not been the biggest fan of rooming with 7 boys, a nonmagical human and a talking cat, she had grown into how the dynamic worked between them all. She could not lie to herself- in her time here in Ramshackle, even though she hadn't thought much about it- she had certainly been less lonely. It wasn't like Diasomnia dorm, where she felt herself drifting away from everyone.
She traced the rim of her cup, the warm ceramic leaving a pleasant feeling on her fingertips as she thought- a small smile on her lips. She would miss this dorm, that was undeniable. But her thoughts were interrupted as she heard footsteps coming down the staircase.
She didn't move- figuring it was just one of the first years, or even Yuu or Grim- coming to get a glass of water or something of the sort. Instead- she was greeted with the headwarden of Pomefiore- Vil.
Her eyes widened after he appeared in the kitchen doorway, looking at her with a confused look- and she, looking as if she had just been caught doing something terrible, when in reality all Y/N was doing was making some tea. How could she feel like some sort of criminal for making tea!? “What are you doing awake?” Vil asked, his face remaining neutral as he did so.
“Vil-” She clutched her cup of tea in her hands. “Im sorry, I hope I did not wake you.”
He looked at her for a few moments before admitting; “You did not. I was simply reviewing some last minute things before the Song and Dance Championship. May I ask why you are awake at this time?”
She sighed. “I couldn't sleep.”
“Nerves?” How long had it been since they had been alone like this? Weeks at this point. It was only seeing him in his nightwear and his hair pulled back from his face in a relaxed manner that made her heart ache with loneliness.
She pursed her lips tightly and shook her head. “No… Im not sure what it is- but my body is on alert for some reason and wont let me rest. Its no matter though, I came down here to make some tea to help.” She swallowed the excess saliva that was building in her mouth from speaking to him. She hesitated before finally asking him; “Would you like some?” She hoped he would accept-
He looked at her plain tea cup that was settled into her hands before agreeing. “I would.” He shrugged, and walked over- taking a swift seat into the chair across from her. Y/N stood up and prepared a cup that was similar to her own before handing it to Vil and sitting back down. “I have a question for you.” Y/N was mid sip, as she looked to him and set her cup down gently, as if to signal for him to ask his question. Whatever it was- she certainly preferred it to the silence between them before. “How did you improve your routine? When you rehearsed in front of Headmage Crowley- it was like you completely understood it. You did not stumble on your feet nor hesitate in any of your movements- like you were possessed by something… It was beautiful. Everything I could hope for, in truth.”
“Really?” Her voice lightened momentarily as she asked, and then she cleared her throat and tried to come up with an explanation. Im… im not sure…” Her voice trailed off. She wasn't even sure how to describe it all- did not understand it. “I will admit; I've been practicing by myself my choreography, and can only assume that is how I improved-” She stopped, looking up at Vil. “Thats not to say you are bad at teaching! I just… I needed time to figure out how to understand the emotions that were behind the dance moves- as they were different than the lyrics. But… I believe I understand it now.”
Vil took a long sip of his own tea, setting it down. “I knew you were going to the Pomefiore Ballroom to practice late in the evenings.” She gasped, stunned at his words. How- “I am the housewarden of Pomefiore- I have eyes and ears everywhere there. Did you not think I knew or would find out? I assure you, everything everyone does is eventually discovered by me.”
“Then… why ask me if you knew?” She frowned. “Why not help me and instead leave me to figure it out on my own?”
He smiled down to his cup, before looking up to her. “Because, I knew that in the end, that was how you would learn the best.” She looked puzzled- perplexed by his words as he continued. “Epel and Deuce- they are both students who need harsh and firm instructions to motivate them to improve. Even if they do not get it in the moment, ultimately in the end they will.” Y/N thought back to Vil’s behavior- specifically how he had targeted Epel and Deuce to begin with. “However, you were a different story. Despite knowing you for years, I had yet to figure out how you grew and understood things. Pressure did not assist you in learning- that was proven when I tried it… However, when I left you alone, you eventually pushed yourself to figure it out. You were your best teacher in the end- after I gave you some things to think over that is…”
“So you purposefully avoided me, and teaching me because you knew I would learn better if I taught myself?” She raised an eyebrow.
“I could not force you to associate meaning behind each movement in your dance- could not force you to associate emotions and feelings… but you could. And by letting you learn yourself, you eventually did.” She may not have been too happy with him during her time of self training, but he was right; it was only after he left her alone that she actually started improving. It might have been because of that one dream of the dancing woman, or it might have genuinely just been because it had been in her all along and Vil could not teach her how to unleash it. No one could aside from herself that is. Whatever the case was- it felt like a burden had been unloaded off of her shoulders.
She smiled- her eyes easing to him and her body relaxing. “Im glad things were resolved between you, Epel and Deuce.” She paused- before sighing. “And im sorry for opposing you in practice, and in the hallways beforehand. It was insensitive of me to include myself into matters that did not concern me. I cant begin to comprehend how much stress is being placed on you during this championship- and I should have just supported you in the ways you needed- not in how I thought it should be.”
Vil looked relieved to hear her words- and maybe he had not known how to approach the matter either- but now that it had been brought up, he nodded. “I am sorry as well. Things went too far between the two of us, when it should not have mattered. I knew you were trying to make me feel better about it all and yet I still snapped at you. That was my mistake that I’ll try to be more aware of in the future.” But he stopped and added; “However, I do not apologize for making you run those laps. You needed a serious attitude adjustment.”
She let out a fake gasp. “I just know you took too much enjoyment from watching me run those...”
He grinned. “I wont deny it- it was satisfying to watch. Most notably your face by the end of it- priceless.”
After a couple of minutes more, their tea had run out and Y/N felt much more sleepier as she let out a yawn- covering her mouth with her hand. “I should head to bed now… We have a long day ahead of us tomorrow…” Her words said one thing, however her mind said another. She did not want this time with Vil- so precious and spare- to be over. They had just forgiven one another and everything was right in the world. She did not want to part with him just yet.
“You are right- we should head off to bed now.” He all but agreed with her enthusiastically- which made it all the harder to go to bed now. Where once she had been so sleepy, now she was awake again with her thoughts racing of him and only him. Especially when he took her hand and led her up the stairs to where everyone's rooms were.
She contained herself as they finally made it to Vil’s room, and she broke away from his touch to let him go– though that did not mean she could step away from him completely. Vil, standing on one side of the doorway in his room, and Y/N standing on the other in the hallway- could not seem to close the door. “Good night, Vil…” She muttered under her breath. They stood so close to one another that she could feel his breaths on her eyelashes- whispers of promises in her mind. And when she expected him to bid her goodnight back- he further surprised her by grabbing her and pulling her into his room- swiftly closing the door shut.
He cupped her face between his hands, acting as if that was all he had wanted to do when he saw her. “Not tonight, Leibling. I want you here with me…”
“But- what about the others?” Y/N asked- her first thought rushing to what everyone would think, but Vil brushed it off.
“I will wake you before everyone else does and you can head back to your room. But for now, I just want to fall asleep with you in my arms. This may be our last chance to do so…” That was right- they would all be returning to their dorms tomorrow evening anyhow, so what did it matter?
There were no other words that needed to be said between them- the comfort of the quiet and dark settling around them. Vil did not need to clarify on where she would sleep as she took one side and he took the other. And even though they had only laid together once before, it came so naturally as Vil settled an arm around her torso and she buried her face into his neck. He still smelt of his perfume, though now seemed to be paired with the smell of soap- the traces of sweetness and freshness soothing her into a slumber.
And for the first time in the past few months- she did not dream of anything at all.
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In the early hours of morning, Y/N woke up to her shoulders being shaken lightly. She groaned, swatting the hand away before burying herself further into the warmth of the comforter. She was so comfortable, so at ease that she was not read to wake up and face reality once more- as even in her half asleep, half awake phase she knew what today was. It was the Song and Dance Championship- the end of weeks of hard work and sacrifice. Today would mean the difference between their current ease of life at thinking they are doing well, and the harsh reality of knowing if they did or not succeed.
It was hard to think of how they could possibly fail- how she could fail- and not because she thought herself better than other performers who would sing or dance on the stage- but because it was all created by Vil, and there was no world in her mind where Vil (and by relation, his creative vision) was not enough.
But in the meantime, the shaking of her shoulder did not relent, as the cover was thrown off her face. “Leibling- you had best get up before I find less polite ways of waking you up.” Vil’s melodic voice spoke in a hushed whisper. Y/N smiled with her eyes still closed- all he would need to do is walk on stage and speak a few words, and she was sure he would win- thats how beautiful he sounded even when just speaking.
With much effort, she did open her eyes and look to Vil, who looked wide awake. Her eyes adjusted to the still darkness outside, but the beginnings of rays of light underneath the horizon and the lightening of the sky near the treeline. She scratched the back of her scalp in a lazy motion as she mumbled. “Im awake now…” and sat up. Vil followed behind her, combing the stray hairs away from her face that had ended up there while she was asleep. “Morning…”
“Morning… how did you sleep?” He asked and she yawned.
“Well. Though, its no surprise that whenever I have ended up sleeping with you, I get some of the best sleep I've ever experienced.” Forget a potion, all she would need was to be in the same room as Vil to pass out soundlessly. “How about yourself?” She looked at his face as her vision started to clear from the sleepy haze, and focus a bit better. He looked tired, like he had not slept well- “Please tell me you slept.”
“I did for a short while, however there are some night where tea and melatonin will not even aid in slumber if the mind is to preoccupied.” He sighed, pinching his nose between his fingers. “Its no matter. It is the day of the Song and Dance Championship, and that alone will be enough to fuel me for the day.”
Y/N’s eyebrows drew together, that feeling of worry for her beloved starting to grow more prominent in the pit of her stomach. But, she wanted to be careful with how she worded her concern- “Vil… I need you to know something-” She took hold of his hand in her own and gave it a firm squeeze. “I know we can win… but win or lose, I want you to know that it wont change anything between us. I will always be on your side.”
Vil did not say anything for a while, instead, opting to draw Y/N close and press a kiss to her forehead- easing her frown that had previously been there. “I know, and you have no idea how much that means to me. How much it means to know if not everyone, then at least in your story I can be the noble queen.” Vil’s face brightened, a soft smile gracing his features and making him look less strained than he had been the past few weeks. “And I have no doubts in your capabilities either. Ive never seen anything more breathtaking or exquisite as you dance like you did that day. Almost everything you do is beautiful- so much so, that I am sure if you had not had the misfortune of being placed in Diasomnia, you would have certainly been a Pomefiore student.”
She laughed under her breath, covering her mouth to hide her laugh and the warmth that was creeping into her face. Even with the both of them being in a relationship now- his words still affected her and made her blush like a fool. Instead of replying back to his previous words, she chose to focus on his last statement; “With you as a Housewarden?” She jested. “I think not. I love you as my partner, though that is where it ends and I am satisfied enough with that.”
“Are you certain? I have a feeling your opinion would be much different should we have ended up in the same dorm originally.”
Y/N gave a sideways smirk, standing up and pulling herself away from him as she answered. “I am not certain- though I do not believe I want to be. I am content with imagining the scenarios that would have played out if that is what would have happened.” That earned her a small chuckle from Vil as she leaned over the bed and drew him into a deep kiss. When they did pull away, she exhaled through her nose. “Now I do have to go… Ill see you in a few hours.”
“It’s only a few. It’s not the end of the world- stop being so melodramatic.” He teased, and Y/N raised a hand over her heart.
“I didn't even say anything-”
“You didn't have to- that sigh alone said everything.” He shot back and raised an eyebrow.
She wanted to say something- anything- just so she could have the last word but he was right. Her mind always did feel like it was the end of the world when they did eventually part- and melodramatic was the right way to describe it. She clenched her fist and pouted out a “Bye.” Before turning on her heels to leave.
Y/N opened the room door carefully, the door granting her mercy and not making a single sound. However, even though the door had granted her mercy, fate would not- as the minute she closed the door behind her and looked down the hallway to her room, she was met with a shocked face. The face of Yuu- who looked as if they had seen a ghost as they looked back and forth between Y/N and Vil’s door.
Y/N’s mouth opened, however she stopped herself from saying anything- instead opting to raise a finger to her lips- and with the best pleading look on her face, as for secrecy. Yuu looked for a moment at Y/N’s gesture before nodding and giving a thumbs up, and then turning and walking back into their room.
Y/N sighed, rushing to her room and shutting the door behind her- adrenaline still rushing in her ears from being seen. She did not know Yuu very well- the only time they had ever spoken was when both were on the sidelines during rehearsal and managing the sound system. But she hoped that would be enough for Yuu to not say anything to anyone.
There was still another hour and a half before she needed to be up and downstairs- and in the meantime, Y/N crawled back into bed and decided the best course of action was to try and rest. It would do her no good getting up at this time and staying awake, lest she be exhausted later on in the day.
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Whilst Yuu and Grim got the fortunate experience of being able to relax and attend the cultural fair as guests, the rest of the group was forced to practice and do stage checks before the Song and Dance Championship started. Luckily, where the stage was located was out of the sunlight, meaning they were in the shade and were not sweating as much as they would have been in sunlight.
The film crew for the SDC had been following their group for majority of the time- gathering small clips here and there of them practicing- and even one clip of Y/N singing a portion of another song to warm up her lungs. It made her feel self conscious- but then again, everyone must feel as though there are eyes upon their every move at the moment- as there was. Tons of people trying to get a glimpse at performers, celebrities and anything else they could sink their teeth into. It was overwhelming to say the least.
Moreso, Y/N’s mind was reeling around the fact that Yuu now knew her and Vil’s secret- or deeply suspected it. From the moment she had woken up and went downstairs, everyone had been around and she had not had the chance to talk to Vil, much less warn him. It was no matter though- Yuu could not possibly do much with that information in the short span of time between arriving at the festival and before the SDC.
Later on, after their lunch break and a small reprieve, Yuu and Grim finally joined their group again- though not without some difficulty of being stopped at the entrance and pushed backwards from entering.
It was only when Vil had stepped in that Grim and Yuu had been actually considered. “Excuse me. That spudling and beast are part of our production team. Can't you see their staff passes?” Once the security had finally allowed Yuu to enter with them- and they and Grim had made it- Vil sighed. “Bold of you to arrive last, Manager.”
They tried to make an excuse up, however it was dismissed as the group continued their chatter, talking about the fair- but Y/N could hardly listen. Aside from the small breakfast they were served in the morning, Y/N had not eaten anything else- and she could feel the hunger gnawing at her stomach. That, on top of her climbing nerves, did not help her feel better. It seems she was not the only one struggling though as Grim relayed a message to the younger students;
“Oh yeah. Ace, Deuce, Epel… Riddle and Jack both said if you guys screw this up, you're really gonna be in for it!” Y/N pursed her lips- the comment from Grim not helping to sooth any of their nervousness, as Deuce frowned.
“Erk... Please, I don't need any more pressure.” He groaned and Epel joined in.
“N-now I'm getting nervous…”
Ace shook his head, unaffected by Grims message. “We've got three hours from now until the show. There's no sense in tensing up now.” He rationalized and Vil agreed with him, joining in.
“Agreed. Our rehearsal time is there to ensure we don't make any mistakes at showtime.” Vil stated, as he walked up onto the stage with the rest of the group following behind him. “SDC tradition dictates that the host school's team performs first. Let's make our act so hard to follow that everyone who comes after us looks like moldy tubers in comparison.” Now that was something that Y/N could agree with.
A voice rang out- calling for Vil, unsure of itself at first. Y/N turned to look who was even allowed in, much less, trying to interrupt their practice time before the competition- however she was greeted with an ambivalent sight.
The first face she caught was Laurels, sweet and charming Laurel who people naturally wanted to flock to. As much rivalry that there was between the two sisters- Y/N could not deny the joy that filled her heart, and the ease she was put at when seeing a face that reminded her of home. Not of the physical representation of home- but of her family, whom she loved. And in her red dress, hair framing her face, Laurel had never looked more like their mother than she did in that moment. Laurel looked equally shocked as Y/N, stuttering in her steps that she was taking as she opened her mouth; “Y/N?”
Y/N didn't know what to do- weather to greet her, or approach her and hug her. It was one thing being at home- the vying for attention and praise evidently there and placing a boundary between the two. But being here, away from Briar Valley and their family, even with the SDC and being from opposing schools- Y/N could have sworn she also saw Laurel making the same assessment, unsure of how to approach Y/N and if it was acceptable to.
But both sisters reunion would have to wait as the figure next to Laurel spoke up; “I knew it! Hi, Vi!” Y/N recognized the figure, from both Vil and Laurel speaking about him. It was none other than Neige LeBlanche.
For how almost everyone spoke about him (and the idolization from Laurel), he didn't seem like anything special. He was just… a boy. If anything, the way he dressed was childish for his age- but perhaps that was just part of the charm that also drew people in.
“Neige…” Vil said in a careful manner, though it was his way of greeting the fellow contestant.
“It's been forever! How've you been? When I heard on the news that you'd be in this year's Song & Dance Championship… I just couldn't wait to see you in person!” Neige said excitedly. Y/N looked to Laurel, who looked at Neige and then back to her- a if delighted. This was the most thrilled that Y/N had ever seen her sister, as aside from gardening, her sister had never taken much of an interest in anything else. “I haven't seen you much on the job since we filmed that last movie together. I've missed you, Vi!”
Y/N sucked in a breath at his words. He seemed genuine, and unaware of Vil’s one sided rivalry with him- but that still didn't mean he didn't play into the same industry that hurt Vil. And being naive in such a career was just as bad as knowing how he had hurt Vil- if not, then more so. Vil- ever crafty and calculating with his words, replied cooly; “I'm trying to focus on school right now. So I'm avoiding movie deals with long filming periods.”
Neige let out a small ‘oh’ before saying; “That makes sense. I'm just happy I get to hear you sing again today, Vi. Your voice is absolutely incredible, after all! The first thing we co-starred in was a musical drama set in a school, right?”
Vil tensed at that- as if it was a bad reminder. “Just so. You played the star, and I played the student bullying you. ...They were perfect roles. For you and me both.” At this point, Y/N started to think it was just willful ignorance on Neige’s part to even bring up such a thing. How could one truly be so clueless?
There was a tense quiet between the two stars, before Neige motioned to Laurel- “Where are my manners? I should introduce you all to RSA’s opening performance; Laurel Galloway.” At the mention of Laurel’s last name, half of the group looked to Y/N, and half looked at Laurel- confused. Ace immediately pipped up.
“Did you say Galloway?” He asked, hesitating on the last name.
Y/N breathed in- knowing this would come eventually. She looked to Ace and nodded, confirming his question. “Yes, Laurel is my little sister.” All of them- besides Vil and Rook- let out a loud ‘what!?’ as they looked between the two sisters. “Hello Laurie, its good to see you…” Y/N said softly. She knew the affectionate nickname upset the younger of the two- but she couldn't help it.
Laurel’s face faltered- but it seems even she knew when to control herself. “Y/N- its good to see you too.” Was all she answered back. They would have more time later to visit- for now, it seems they would have to remain foes.
Seeing Neige be friendly with Laurel must have unlocked something in Vil, as he walked over to Y/N- wrapping a friendly arm around her shoulder. “Well, since we are doing introductions, let me introduce NRC’s opening performance; Y/N Galloway.” Vil smiled and then looked down at Y/N as if satisfied. Y/N looked at him- unclear as to why he would do such a thing that was unneeded- before she looked back to Laurel. Laurel- her younger sister who had doubted Y/N when she said she knew Vil, much less had actually spoken to him- looked dumbfounded. Her eyes were wide, mouth slightly open as her older sister was actually being acknowledged by Vil. Her face said everything- and reminded Y/N of when they were younger and Y/N got something that she wanted; it was jealousy. And in that moment, Y/N couldn't help but feel a little smug about it all.
“Excuse me, Night Raven College entrants! It's time for your rehearsal. Please stand by!” A technician called out for them- and Vil smiled, probably glad for the excuse to finally leave.
“We’ll be right there!” With his arm still around Y/N, he shrugged to Neige. “If you'll excuse us, Neige.” Vil turned on his feet, practically strutting away as the group followed once more.
Neige called after him- waving a hand. “Sure! I'm looking forward to your performance.”
But Vil didn't reply to him- at least, not directly. Under his breath, he muttered something that only Y/N and Rook could hear. “Keep wearing that oblivious smile while you still can. Our flawless performance will crush you, completely and utterly.” Y/N and Rook looked to one another, and while she agreed with the sentiment- there was something off about the way Vil said it. And then her body tensed again like it had been for the past 24 hours and everything felt wrong. Something was wrong- though she didnt know just what was yet...
BIG NEWS: new chapter of Eternal Youth finally being posted tonight 😌🎉✨
This chapter is atleast 13k words- so I hope that makes up for the month I was gone
Maybe I just needed to get drunk, cause I’m finally getting to writing chapter 10 of “Eternal Youth” after a couple of drinks 💀
Eternal Youth (Chapter 9)
Word count: 16.2k
Warnings: None
Notes:
Sorry for the long hiatus! Its been a very busy few weeks but I am back! Will be working on the 10th chapter as soon as I can 😭✌️✨
Longer chapter since I felt bad disappearing for so long...
That same day, after her classes had finished, she made her way towards the Pomefiore dorm. Nothing had changed much from the dorm's outward appearance, aside from the group of students who stood outside of it- trying to enter. She made her way to the gates, meeting up with the group who she assumed were the students who had been chosen. Amongst them, she only knew the name of one of them- that being Kalim who was the housewarden of the Scarabia dorm. Aside from him though, she could only tell what dorms the rest were in- one other from Scarabia, two from Heartslabyul, and then the magicless student and the beast that accompanied them. She would need to now learn their names if they were to work together...
When she got closer, she realized why the group was stopped. Two Pomefiore students blocked their way, preventing them from entering. Though upon seeing Y/N, they parted ways for her to enter. "Only Ms. Galloway is allowed to pass..."
"Hey! What gives? Why is she let off the hook?" The cat like creature asked, slightly offended and confused. Y/N herself was confused on why they were being treated this way. "Whats going on around here?"
"I must agree- what is happening? These are the students who have been chosen for the Song and Dance Championship." Y/N asked, crossing her arms. There must be some kind of mix up- Even on normal days, the Pomefiore students never acted this way upon visitors arriving.
"Nobody simply waltzes into our dorm!" The first Pomnefiore student declared. The second chimed in behind his dormmate- backing them up. "The gates of Pomefiore are open to only those who exhibit both beauty and strength!"
She deadpanned at that- This was getting out of hand now. "I'll be right back then- I will just go talk to Schoenheit myself." And she pushed her way past the two Pomefiore students who stood in her way. They didn't attempt to stop her- though she didn't think they would as they had told her she was allowed to enter anyways. The same was applied when she entered the actual dorm, students were scattered around the dorm, but they only nodded their head in greeting at her as she made her way to the Ballroom- where they were instructed to meet.
Vil, Rook and Epel stood in the room- awaiting most likely the following members of their team they had assembled and called on. Y/N frowned upon entering, crossing her arms and immediately questioning their methods; “What is going on? I come across the following members of the team only to see they have been stopped and are arguing with Pomefiore dorm members.” Rook smiled to her- which did nothing to settle her concern as she raised an eyebrow. Vil, looking poised and undisturbed at her sudden statement upon entering, didn't have much of a reaction- which did slightly irk her a bit.
”This is serving as a team exercise. They will need to work with one another to make it through the security I have placed throughout the dorm, as well as be used as a warm up- and a premonition as to what will come in the following weeks.” He shrugged and explained. “If they cannot make it through a few measly students, or if they do not have the strength to push through adversity, then perhaps it would be best to find replacements now rather than waste time and suffer later.”
Y/N narrowed her eyes at that. The explanation- though making sense- was still a bit harsh on their team, especially the first years. “And what about me?”
He crossed his arms as well, raising an eyebrow back at her. The sight was almost comical as they stood, facing off with one another with Rook watching in amusement, and Epel concerned for Y/N’s well being. “And what of you?” Vil asked, a hint of attitude dripping from the question.
”Why was I not stopped and forced to prove myself? I was merely let in which I will assume was on your orders.” Vil tilted his head upward, though still looked at her as he explained.
”You are correct to assume, I did say to allow you entry. Considering I've known you for years now, and know what you are capable of- You do not need to prove yourself. Every time you enter the Pomefiore dorm, it is because you have the values we place above all else; strength and beauty.” He then pointed a finger at her. Epel flinched- poor child. It was a compliment without a doubt- but it hardly felt like one with the current circumstances. “Now, we must wait to see who shall pass and prove themselves or who will fail.”
All four of them stood in silence, watching the entrance to the ballroom. From outside the room, they could hear a good amount of ruckus- with each body that hit the floor or wall, Y/N flinched slightly. Not out of fear, but because she could only imagine how much pain the students would be in later on. And atlas, with what felt like an hour only really being maybe 15 minutes, the group entered the ballroom- looking worse for wear.
The heartslabyul red head huffed, catching his breath as it looked like they had run into the room- slamming the door behind them probably to protect themselves from the onslaught of the next attack. “Why is this happening to us?”
”Why, because you’ve become ensemble members, of course.” Vil answered- raising a hand and gesturing to the room. “I see none of you have dropped out. You pass, for now.” They were not amused with that response it seemed- as Kamil stepped forward first to question him.
”Vil, what is going on here?” The other Scarabia student looked around the room, as if examining it for any more sorts of trickery or traps. At this point, Y/N couldn't fault him for it.
”What else? A simple warm-up exercise.” She could tell some of them wanted to either yell at him or question his sanity… perhaps both. Though Y/N was more than aware of the things Vil would do to achieve what he wanted, and he was neither crazy nor mad, his sanity more than intact. “You got a full-body workout, did you not? Now we can get rehearsals underway immediately.”
He clapped his hands- as if he didn't already have everyone's attention. ”Listen well: We are Night Raven Colleges selected representatives. We will be aiming for the top spot in the world, on the battlefield that is the Song and Dance Championship.” Even as he lectured them, Y/N couldn't help the intense feelings of admiration and irritation towards him. He irked her in a way no one else could, but it was also soothing- like she could never stay mad at him. “I have no use for performers incapable of overcoming a little adversity. The battle for the figurative crown has already begun- As of this moment, there will be no more fun and games. I'll be whipping you all into presentable shape!”
The look in his eyes was intense to say the least- and had Y/N momentarily questioning what she had gotten herself into? But she also had no time to question herself, as it seems some of the other members were already whispering amongst themselves and asking the same thing.
It was now Rook's turn to speak- probably lightening up the mood from the tone Vil had set with his words. “Attention: first, allow me to congratulate you on passing. Ace. Deuce. Kalim. Jamil. Y/N. Epel. And finally, myself and Vil. The Seven of us shall be a tribe from this day forth. I look forward to working with you all up through the SDC. “
The cat creature raised up his paws, getting the attention of the group. “Hey, hold up! You left me and Yuu outta that whole speech. Why'd you call us over when we already flunked out?”
“In my infinite generosity, I shall field that question!” Headmage Crowley. It was no secret she was not the biggest fan of his. His outward appearance alone gave her the chills- Y/N associated ravens with bad luck and dint have the best memory of them. A couple of years back, a Raven had nested in the area near her home, and would harass the larks that lived there. It would go into their nest and try to eat their eggs, as well as occasionally hunt some of the smaller song birds. It was the only occasion where Y/N had intervened with nature- and had taken a large stick to chase off the dark bird. After it had left, she would watch out to make sure no other ravens (or larger birds) would come again.
So when she looked at him- that's what she was reminded of. On top of that, there was something that rubbed her the wrong way about his personality... She frowned- and looked away from him- not even attempting to greet him properly.
The talking cat- who she really needed to learn the name of- jumped at Crowley’s sudden appearance. He frowned, lifting a paw in shock; “Myah! Headmage! Again with the poppin' outta thin air? You're scarin' the daylights outta me!”
She agreed- and shot him a glare- though he probably really couldn't care less as she stood on the outskirts of the group. She figured the less she spoke and soaked in the information- the better. “Oh, I beg your pardon. I did not especially mean to conceal my presence, for what it's worth.” He cleared his throat after his somewhat ‘apology’. “Ahem. Anyway, allow me to explain why you were summoned here with the ensemble members… Starting this weekend, we will have four weeks until the Song & Dance Championship kicks off. And I would be ever so appreciative if you could share Ramshackle Dorm as the site for their training camp!”
”TRAINING CAMP?” WHAT? It seems the others had the same reaction to her as all of them questioned the necessity of such a drastic change in environment. The scarabia student besides Kalim stepped forward “ Headmage, why would we need to stay together at a training camp when it's already on campus? We all have our own dorms.”
Crowley’s smile widened. He was enjoying this far too much as he explained. ”It's a team-building exercise. You come from different dorms, different class years, different birthplaces, different cultures...It is my hope that living together will help you foster a greater sense of camaraderie.” That… did make some sense- but there must have been other ways to achieve the same goal without throwing them out of their home dorms and rooming with one another.
And then Vil pipped up: “It's true that first-rate music groups eat at the same table and sleep under the same roof to build rapport.” And then Y/N thought about it for a moment; that would mean her and Vil would be sharing a dorm for the month. She would constantly be around Vil- they would be sleeping under the same rough every night… Suddenly, she needed less convincing.
”I considered Pomefiore as an option, but I feared that would make some members feel more out of their element than others. At Ramshackle Dorm, however, everyone would be starting from the same baseline.” She certainly would not have minded rooming at Pomefiore dorm, but it was better that it would be at Ramshackle. As far as she knew, only the magicless student and the cat beast lived there- which meant (including herself) only 10 people in total would be occupying the whole dorm. The odds of her and Vil being left alone were far greater in a dorm of only 8 other people than in the Pomefiore dorm with a larger student body… Y/N really needed to have more shame in herself rather than thinking only of getting time with Vil… She didn't even pay attention as some of the other members conversed. “It is in Night Raven College's best interest to take other schools down a peg and win the title of "the world's greatest" for ourselves.” Crowley concluded.
The cat beast was opposed to this though; ”Hold your horses, Crowley. If we ain't in the ensemble, why should we contribute to this at all? I don't want anything to do with it!” Fair point- they would be intruding…
”Really, Grim?” Ah, so Grim was the cat's name- “Are you certain of that? You know, if you find it in your heart to share your dorm for the training camp, there might be something nice in it for you…”
Grim's ears perked up at that, slightly twitching towards Crowley as if listening more intently now; ”Myah? Wh-what kinda "nice" are we talkin' here?” Ah, so he could be bought… useful information to keep for later.
”Should our team win first place, Rook and I will donate our shares of the prize to Ramshackle Dorm.” Vil shrugged, as if he was not just offering up a large sum of possible money they would be making if they won. “It is a pittance to me— hardly worth the time it would take to enter it into my ledger.” Y/N’s head slowly turned to Vil. She wondered sometimes if he heard himself- though she still struggled to grasp just how famous Vil was, the way he even spoke about money certainly helped put it better into perspective.
It seemed rook was in on it as well as he had also offered up his prize earnings. “It's only fitting to provide proper compensation to those contributing to Vil's cause.” Grim started to do calculations on how many cans of tuna he could buy from the winnings, which would earn him and the magicless student a whopping 14,200 thaumarks.
“See? You could very well earn a fabulous prize merely by sharing rooms you're not using anyway and providing support. But you really want no part of it? What a shame. And here I was thinking of footing the bill for some renovations to the dorm's plumbing if you agreed to the camp idea.” Oh, Crowley was laying it on thick- he was a cheapskate and what better way to entice a student who was barely getting by in a dorm that was falling apart than by offering to fix it up. He sighed “What a shame, truly. But I suppose I'll have to respect your decision and move on…”
The magicless student sighed, looking to Grim who looked up to them with what could describe as ‘puppy eyes’, a look of hope and begging mixed with one another, asking them for such an ask as to share the dorm with everyone. They looked to Crowley, clearly defeated as they gave in; “Fine, we can share our dorm.”
“Really, now? So you'll contribute after all! Then I suppose I had best get arrangements for the training camp in order. Good luck honing your performance to a razor edge, entrants!” And he was gone quickly, which made Y/N relax her shoulders at that. She was glad he was gone- and could now warm up to her teammates, hopefully, more easily.
Vil placed his hands on his hips, his face more rested than when the meeting had started- as if he was also somewhat pleased with the outcome. “Then our meeting is adjourned. It's time to get the rehearsal started!”
The red head student (who she assumed was Ace given Rook had mentioned that name earlier and he had the Ace painted on his face) questioned Vil; “Wait, I thought we weren't rehearsing until training camp starts.”
“Think again, Spudling One. You're all rank amateurs at singing and dancing. We don't have a moment to waste.” He was right about that… Especially in her case. She was unsure of how capable the others were at dancing, but she seriously needed to straighten up her act, especially if she was going to be ready in time for the SDC. Vil pointed to Rook, who seemed one step ahead of him as he grabbed the music. “Start the music: "Piece of My World"!”
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Practice let out after they had danced the same dance they had learned for the auditions. Y/N still remembered it clearly, probably now engrained into her mind as she had been terrorized by Vil to learn it properly. She will say, she did a much better run of the dance today than she had at auditions- when her nerves had been running high and the only thing on her mind was not messing up. However, with just the few students who seemed more focused on themselves than on her mistakes, it came easier and quicker with more precision. Still… she wasn't sure if she could do it on stage, in front of thousands, if not, millions of eyes.
After practice, they had been released to head back to their dorms and pack their bags to make their way to meet at Ramshackle later on- which meant she had a few hours until she needed to be there. If she had packed the clothes she had brought in the fall semester, she would have been done packing by now. Atlas, she thought it would be smart to update her wardrobe, and so now she was having trouble picking out outfits that would get her compliments from Vil, and that she would actually wear. She did figure it out though eventually, and sighed as she closed her trunk.
She carried it down with her using her magic, though her limbs ached at the descension down the stairs. The faster she could get out of there, the better. She loved her dorm and felt pride for it, but as of late… It's been more difficult for her to stay and be there. But first…
She spotted Lilia sitting in a lounge chair, with a book in his lap. ”Lilia-” She called for him and made her way across the dorm’s lounge before meeting him where he sat. She wanted to get this over with- as for the next month she would need to be focused on rehearsals and the SDC alone. She didn't want Lilia or Malleus weighing on her mind any longer. What humans would call ‘pulling off the bandaid’ He looked up to her from where he sat with a book in front of him- a textbook- though she doubted he genuinely needed it since it looked like a history book and he was… well, old. He probably remembered when whatever event he was reading about, actually happened. “I wanted to meet with you before I left.” She confessed.
He looked to her, confused- though not opposed as he asked; ”Left? Where are you heading?”
”Ah- well, I've been selected for the Song and Dance Championship- to represent Night Raven College.” She explained, and Lilia’s mood visibly brightened.
”How wonderful! A member of our own dorm representing the school and making us proud!” He stood from his spot- slamming his book shut dramatically and setting it aside. “You’ve always had a beautiful voice Y/N, I am glad that everyone else will now be able to see and hear it.” She smiled at that. “And with Schoenheit's attention to detail and aesthetic, I am sure you will succeed beyond what could be hoped for-” Her smile faltered for a moment before she nodded and agreed.
”Yes! I have no doubt about his coaching abilities- especially when it comes to preparing me for such a huge responsibility…” She stopped and then remembered where she was going with it. “But because I've been chosen, Headmage Crowley believes it best for all of the chosen members to dorm with one another- with the Ramshackle dorm being offered up. Apparently, it would be the best for everyone since everyone would be in new territory and forced to adjust together.” She wanted to add that there would be no improper relations occurring within the dorm- but to bring that up would probably make her look more suspicious so she kept quiet.
”To build team trust and camaraderie, I would assume…” He leaned against one of his legs, adjusting his stance and nodding- understanding. She sighed internally with a breath of relief. It seemed he had no problem with it. “Many musicians do the same thing- so its unsurprising that it would be asked of you all as well.”
”Yes, at least, that's how the Headmage phrased it… So I wanted to speak with you before I left since I was asked to gather my things and meet there at once.” He looked around- and she followed with him. What exactly they were looking for, she was unsure. She then breathed in- “This is about Malleus, isnt it?” it was that assumption that had made her put off talking with Lilia. She didnt want to think about him at all now, though Lilia looked surprised by her question.
”No actually, I wanted to ask about you.” Her eyes widened at that. “Something about you has changed since I saw you before winter break. It is almost like your spirit has been renewed in a different manner, more at peace with yourself.” She lowered her head to look at the ground as she thought deeply. She wasnt at peace with herself, and her family had not helped her in the slightest when she had visited them. But… she was also starting to get more answers than the limbo state she had been caught in for years before last semester. She had some things to work off of now; including her grandmothers health and the precariuous state it was in, and one of the driving factors of it- Allouette.
What would Lilia know about Allouette? Probably not much since he family kept mostly to themselves… but maybe- “Y/N?” His voice disrupted her thoughts and her head shot up.
”Hm? Oh! Well-” She bit the inside of her cheek, mostly in a vain attempt to keep herself focused now- “It was good to see my grandmother and grandfather. It has been years since ive spoken to my grandfather, and even though ive changed he’s remained… the same. And my grandmother- when she is lucid, she is doing well. And I suppose I have found some peace within myself at now not having to worry about home whilst I am away.” She decided she would ask him later on about her aunt. Now wasnt the time or place- seeing as she needed to leave. “Speaking of being away; do I have your permission to dorm off of Diasomnia grounds? I believe I need permission from either the Housewarden or Vice Housewarden for such a excursion.”
Vil, Rook, Kalim and the other student (Who she believed was the Vice Housewarden of Scarabia)- all had it easy as they would not have to ask anyone to leave. They were all the heads of their respective dorms and could (practically) do as they pleased. But Ace, Deuce and Y/N… that was a different story. But- here was Lilia! And he could approve her request easily- he already was excited for her to represent their dorm and school.
And sure enough, he agreed. “Yes, you have my permission to dorm off of Diasomnia’s dorm grounds for the duration of training for the SDC.” He raised a hand though. “However, I would suggest you still go and confirm with the Housewarden as well.”
Of course she wouldnt get off that easily. She pursed her lips- ”Very well, Do you know where I can find him?”
”He should be in his room currently, though I can also go and grab him for you if you should like? I know he would also like to see you off before you leave.”
Y/N’s voice was firm, eyes unwavering from Lilia as she shook her head. ”No, it is alright. I will go look to his room myself.” She looked up towards the stairs. She looked back to Lilia. “Thank you- I will be back in a month. And- I will make sure you get tickets so you can attend and watch us perform.”
His eyes gleamed at that, as he placed a hand on his chin. “I would enjoy that greatly!” She turned to leave, however Lilia called out to her once more, causing her to pause in her step. “And Y/N- please make sure you are taking care of yourself. No more skipping meals, or I will bring you dinner just to ensure you are getting the proper nutrition.” that made her shudder- Lilia was extremely intelligent and caring… but not the best cook. Actually, that was putting it kindly- everyone knew to stay away from the kitchen when Lilia was in there.
”I promise, no skipping meals!” She swore- anything to make sure he wouldn't worry (and also that he wouldn't follow through with his ‘threat’ of bringing her food). She continued towards the stairs and up them- however turning opposite to where she had come from where the girls roomed and instead went left where the boy’s dorms were. She wandered down the hall- passing by the multiple rooms. She may not have known his room number, however given that he was the housewarden, he was most likely situated in the designated room for the position. That just so happened to be at the end of the hallway.
When she reached his room door, she gave a firm knock. There was a short silence before she heard Malleus’ voice on the other side. “Enter.” She hesitated as she reached for the door knob. Was she really doing this? About to purposefully enter Malleus’s room? It wasn't too late to just turn around- but then she felt it. Felt the warm metal of the necklace that Vil had given her underneath her clothes- and her breath steadied. She could do this. She had to.
She turned the door knob, hearing the small click and the door giving away to the sight of his room. It looked just as she imagined it; grand, but in a much different way than Vil’s was. It was darker, with a large four poster bed against one wall, with dark grey bedspread across it. A lounge chair was positioned at the end of the bed as well, with a desk and a closet that matched. It was also rather simple as well- aside from the banners for NRC that hung from on one wall above his desk- there was little of his own possessions. Oh that was right- there was one other thing; the large dragon statue besides his closet that was taller than herself and possibly Malleus as well.
”Malleus.” She greeted as she closed the door behind her gently, hearing it click once more once it was.
”Y/N-” He seemed caught off guard by her arrival- perhaps because of her reaction the last time he was in her room. But that was also under different circumstances- in the middle of the night while she was under dressed. “What brings you here?”
He sat at his desk, writing something with his pen that had stilled- his full attention turned towards her. It had been some time since she looked into his eyes- those bright green eyes that seemed to follow her so keenly. ”I…” She lost her words once more. She cleared her throat- trying to get back of track. “I have come here to ask permission to take my leave Diasomnia dorm grounds for the month, and remain at Ramshackle dorm. I have been accepted for the Song and Dance championship, however it has been asked of all participants that we room with one another so that we may get more familiarized with one another.”
”I see- then you have my permission.” She hoped to just be done with it after getting the approval, but he stood up and made his way to her. Her legs locked, and her stance became more rigid the closer he got until he was standing in front of her. “Though, I would like to ask about you before you leave. I did not get the chance to see you during break, and feel as though we should have some time with one another.”
Her eyes narrowed, looking up to him. Her lips moved, trying to form words clearly, but failing. She had so many questions for him- She always had. Why did he act like he cared so much? He hardly knew her so was this for theatrics at this point or had he started developing feelings for her? She kept him at an arms length for a reason- because she genuinely was not romantically interested in him- so was he unaware of her signals or did he simply not care and was just extremely passive about it all? She shook her head- the only thing she could say was; “Why?”
His once caring features on his face changed into a look of confusion . Maybe he was unaware of how he was making her feel- as he asked back; “Why what?” The question from her own lips startled even herself, but it was like it all spilt out of her- unable to hold back.
“Why me?” She asked, clarifying. She had never been one to question Malleus, never really having the nerve to. She mainly let him continue on as he was and if she had any real objections to what he did or said- she would subtly hint at it. However- she had found her patience had run out. “You could have chosen anyone else- why me?” She wanted answers- it was plain and simple. Why had she been chosen specifically? It certainly was not for her strength nor family status…
He looked at her, stunned at her question. Did he even know the answer himself? Or had her name just been thrown out and he chose her based on a whim. But then he looked down at his hands. “Do you recall the day we first met?” He asked, and she was taken aback by his question.
She did remember it roughly- though not with enough clarity. It was during winter break of her first semester- she had returned home- it was before she had even been engaged and her life had turned upside down. When she was free. When she was young and didn't have a worry in the world. When she had first figured out that she had developed a crush on her closest friend- Vil, and was battling with the conflicting emotions from that. “Roughly…” She remembered it was a cold day when he had come to visit her, and her family had not been warned of the visit ahead of time so nothing was prepared properly to receive the Prince of Briar Valley. She had been far from prepared.
He smiled at that. “I remember it like it was yesterday- though it might as well have been.” She let out an airy laugh through her nose, smiling at understanding what he meant. It never failed to surprise her when she remembered that he and all the other fae experience time differently. “When I visited your family home, I thought it was so quaint and yet so human in nature. There was nothing extraordinary about your family nor your history- and yet, I was still drawn in…” He paused. She could feel his eyes, but she refused to meet them, as she looked down at her feet. She most likely wouldnt have the best facial expression at hearing her family being criticized in such a way.
“You were outside, barefooted despite the grass being icy. I thought ‘how odd of this human- does she not know her feet will blister? Why does she persist in such horrid conditions? Is she that foolish?” She did remember that part now- She had rushed outside in a hurry to protect the Larks from the Raven that had just moved to the area- just as she had remembered earlier that day. She did not have time to find her boots nor put them on, opting to just run out and deal with the consequences later on. Her feet were frozen by the time she came back inside, indeed numb and red from the cold.
“And then… you sang one of the most beautiful melodies I had ever heard in my existence. A haunting song about love if I recall correctly…” She blinked. The way he spoke about her- it might have convinced her that he might have some sort of affection for her if she did care. But she did not- and so she felt hollow at this. “It felt like spring- encompassed all into the span of a few minutes as I stood and listened. You were harmonizing with the wind chimes that hung from your house- finding music even in the movement of the wind. And I knew then that I wanted to hear it for the rest of my life.”
His words were supposed to be so sweet- and any other might have swooned at the very thought. From the start of their engagement, she had always compared it to what a fairytale sounded like- with this even solidifying that. Who would hear a maiden singing in the wilderness and fall so quickly for her? A fool no doubt- and the Prince of the Valley could not be one- and yet- he had chosen her based off of a song she had once sang? A song she was actually singing about… Vil. “So… you were enticed by my oddity, is what you are saying?”
He didn't take offense to her words, as she looked up to him- clearly not entertained with his confession. He didn't move as he corrected her previous question. “I was enticed by how you did things.” He tilted his head- with it reminding her of the way a cat does when trying to understand something it did not. “And the way you made me question my own existence, and how I lived my life.”
She raised an eyebrow. ”And since that day, you’ve never questioned your decision? A decision you made in a singular moment?” Malleus frowned at that, looking to her. She was glad to see him frowning at her- it beat the smile he always seemed to give her. Showed that she had finally said something worthy of ringing the bells in his head.
”Is there something you are trying to bring to my attention, Y/N?” Was there? Well, yes. Her point being- he hadn't really answered her as to why he had chosen her or saw potential in her. He had chosen her based on a song- one that she didn't even know he was listening to- for her song had not been for him but for the Larks.
She sighed- a deep and tired one that rang through her body as she shook her head. ”Malleus… you hardly know me.” She said so calmly it almost sounded like a whisper. If he had not been standing so close to her, he might have missed it as well. “I hardly know you.” She motioned to him, now getting more animated with her expression. “I… I need a break from this. From… us.” She breathed in- she couldnt finish it. Couldnt completely break that connection from him, lest she disappoint her family. She needed more time. More time to figure out what she would do- it was just too much for her.“Atleast while I focus on the Song and Dance Championship. My attention needs to be there.”
Malleus looked disappointed- and judging by the way the clouds outside grew a little darker, blocking the sun in certain areas- he was also probably feeling disappointed. But, he seemed to respect her wish- nodding his head; “Yes, certainly. I shall grant your request and keep from you during this time. Should you need me though, all you need do is call my name and I shall be there quickly.” He stepped forward as if to hug her- however stopped himself. “Goodbye, Y/N.”
She blinked a few times- and backed up into the door. ”Goodbye, Malleus.” She nodded to him and left quickly before he could say anything else. She was free for the time being.
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After leaving the Diasmonia dorm with her chosen belongings in her luggage, she finally made it to campus and to the Ramshackle dorm on it. Y/N had walked in at the tail end of a discussion it seemed like, as Vil stood in the walkway with the others. “Anyway, all of you are to take your luggage and gather in the lounge. I have an important matter to discuss before we start.” He stated- giving her a scan and seeing her trunk behind her, before nodding to her. “Y/N, good to see you finally made it.” And that was all as he glided into what appeared to be the Lounge.
Despite her nerves still being on the edge from her conversation with Malleus, Y/N internally made a note in her head to learn and remember the layout of the Ramshackle dorm, which was much smaller than any of the other dorms she had been in, so it shouldn't have been too hard. She also still needed to match the names to her teammates, as she only was sure of two or three. She knew Kalim the housewarden of Scarabia, she knew Grim was the beast and Ace was the redhead. If she had to guess, the blue haired student from Heartslabyul was Deuce and the other Scarabia student was Jamil. So, all that would leave was the magicless student; what was their name?
When she did enter the Lounge area, they all gathered around once more. It seemed team meetings would be frequent during the next month or so while the SDC went on. The lounge was a bit on the small side compared to that of the Pomefiore or Diasomnia dorm, modest was certainly the right word, but also cozy. She put down her luggage and stood closer to the wall than to her teammates. The golden necklace hidden under the layers of her uniform rubbed against her skin, making her take a deep breath in and out. She was actually dreading this month more than being excited surprisingly, even though she would get to see Vil more.
Vil walked around the group, eyeing each of them. If this was to intimidate them even further, then it was certainly working (though maybe doing other things to Y/N as well). He then pointed to all of the luggages and bags that had been brought into the Lounge by the group. ”I want all of you to open your luggage and show it to me.” His voice was poised, showing no agitation or signs of trouble.
Ace looked taken aback as he questioned Vil. Y/N was questioning him inside her own mind, as she wasn't particularly keen on showing some strangers her private belongings that she had packed with her. “Wait, what? Shouldn't we wait until we get to our rooms to unpack?”
Vil sighed. “Just do as I say.” And so they all obeyed- opening zippers and buckles, and showcasing what they had brought from their dorms. Y/N hesitated as she opened it- unlocking it but not completely lifting the top off. She wasn't about to show everyone what she had brought. If Vil wanted to inspect her things, that was alright, but besides him and maybe Rook, that's about all who could openly judge her. Vil looked defeated as he looked into everyone's bags. “ ...I knew it.” He stridded over to the Heartslabyul students, and glared at their bags like they were pure evil. “Spudlings One and Two-would you care to explain these stashes of junk food and carbonated beverages? I see cookies, sugary candy, and chocolate bars.”
Y/N did wonder where Vil was going with all of this, as Deuce attempted to defend himself. “Sometimes I need a midnight snack.” Hardly an excuse, but Y/N could see how he thought it would be enough to justify why he packed food in his luggage.
Ace joined in- coming to his own defence (and Deuce’s). Since we're staying together for training camp, I thought it'd be nice to share some with Yuu and the others.” Ah, so that was the name of their other host. With that all settled, Y/N felt much more relaxed and able to become comfortable in the new environment.
Vil’s onslaught was not yet done as he walked over to the Scarabia students next: “And Kalim-containers of food comprise over half your luggage!” What was it with boys and packing food in their bags?! That had not even been her first thought when she had packed her bags- if anything, she had been more concerned over her clothing than anything else. But to pack and have half of his luggage be containers of food?
He seemed none the wiser to Vil’s anger though as Kalim nodded proudly; ”Yup! These are fried dough balls and a pastry called kanafeh. I had Jamil make them for me. They go great with nuts, cheese, and cream on top. I was going to share them with the group!” That was sweet of him- maybe a little misguided but sweet.
Vil then looked over to Jamil’s bags, a bit more calm at the contents, but still confused. ”Jamil, you didn't pack any food, but what is this large cloth bundle?” He asked, pointing to it.
”It's a set of potions and medicinal herbs, so that I can formulate antidotes in the event of an emergency.” Antidotes? That was not as shocking as she remembered Kalim was royalty and probably such preventative measures had been needed in the past. It was much more understandable than packing food. Jamil replied as if he was talking about the weather or something of a more casual nature; “I'm sure you've got that covered with your mastery of potionology, but one can never be too careful with these things.”
”That seems a bit... morbid. But no matter, I suppose.” At least Jamil had been fine, though he seemed like the type who would not have been an issue to begin with- quiet and reserved maybe. Epel was next, and Y/N hoped for his and everyone else's sake, he also measured up to Vil’s standards.
”Epel, I trust that you knew better than to bring any candy?” Vil looked down at Epel, who barely reached Vil’s shoulders.
The first year Pomefiore student nodded his head. Who was Y/N kidding, he knew Vil, he knew what he did and didn't allow and probably had seen this coming. ”Um... Y-yes, sir. But...I did bring a small snack. Dried apple chips.” And sure enough, he picked up a clear plastic bag with the dried apple chips in it- nothing nefarious looking about them- and Vil seemed to agree. “I made them myself.” Epel added.
”Nuts and dried fruits are acceptable in moderation.” Vil relented and moved on. A small win for Epel, as Y/N could see his frame settle down and relax. She was glad as she could tell he probably needed that small victory for the day.
Rook was after- and his luggage looked completely normal… aside from a large book that took up a considerable amount of space in his luggage. “Rook... I trust you. Really, I do. But your luggage consists of a single photo album — a thick tome, at that. Care to explain?” Vil asked, and Rook didn't even flinch as he responded.
His body posture was open and even looked unapologetic as he answered. ”Ha ha. This is but a record of my life's work. I prefer to keep it close. It's a bit private. Opening it in front of everyone would be quite embarrassing…” Fair. Y/N understood the feeling of wanting to keep things private- especially things that they had packed thinking it would be safe and only for their own eyes. Vil agreed with that, leaving his words just at that.
”I beg your pardon, then. Far be it from me to impinge upon someone else's privacy.” He moved on to the last and final person… Y/N. She has slowly resolved herself to being calm after watching him look through everyone else’s luggage- knew it had been coming. She really didn't have anything to worry about as she hadn't packed any food with her, nor had anything hidden that she didn't want him to see. Just her clothing including her uniforms, casual wear and nightgowns, her hair brush, some of her body creams she had restocked while back home. “Y/N, I also trust you- but may I ask why your luggage is still closed?”
”I am a lady. I would prefer if my delicates and Intimates were not on display for the rest of the group.” She explained, however stepped back. “But, you may go ahead and inspect my luggage if necessary. You will find I have nothing to hide.”
”Naturally. My apologies, I will be quick.” She expected that- of course he needed to also look through her things, otherwise it would not be fair. He opened the top of her luggage just slightly, looking through it yet not finding anything. As he searched, his hand caught onto one of her new nightgowns. He rubbed the fabric together- as if admiring the look of it- and there was a part of her that was secretly hoping he was imagining her in it. He probably noticed that it was new as well, but his face did not betray any of his thoughts- serene as always, as he closed her luggage once more. “Nothing of concern. Now then, with that out of the way…I hereby confiscate every sugar- and flour-based snack and drink present!”
Everyone but Rook, Epel and Y/N were surprised. She had had a hunch that this was where it was going, especially with his critiques on their food items they had brought- but apparently they had not seen this coming and had been blind sided. Kalim looked at his food, and then to Vil “But why? They're not poisoned, you know.”
Y/N widened her eyes and turned to give him a wary look. “Again with the ghastly suggestions from the Scarabia duo! That is completely irrelevant here- What do you think this training camp is for?” He crossed his arms “Your minds and bodies must all be polished to a mirror sheen for SDC. And mirrors must be unclouded, devoid of blemishes.” He started snatching the food away from the others- picking up and tossing aside any that he did not agree with. Y/N merely watched the frenzy as he passionately spoke; “Monosaccharides and oligosaccharides contribute to lethargy, while fats and spices can incite acneic breakouts.” She had no idea what those first few words even meant or what food they were. “For the next four weeks, from now until the show, I am banning all snacks that detract from an optimum nutritional intake! Don't worry, though. I've come up with a set of meals high in vitamins and proteins. I'll ensure that all of you have plenty of energy.”
So it seems he would be deciding their meals. That would be more than fine with Y/N as she didn't mind what she ate most days anyways- always just eating something to give her body enough energy to get her through the day. However, she guessed that could not be said of the boys as Ace was next to speak up- daring to oppose the queen. “Are you kidding? I'm a growing boy, y'know.”
Hardly sound logic- and Y/N shook her head. “Is that a fact? I grew to 183 centimeters without any late-night snacking. What matters most for growth is a balanced diet and proper sleep. It is certainly not about snacking your way to an uneven complexion. Do try to remember the difference.” Was it odd that she found it extremely attractive for Vil to be bossing them around? He was setting some hard limits that were making the other students squirm- and he did it with such finesse that they stopped their oppositions after he explained- silencing them.
And how lucky of her to be able to get to witness him in such a state. It was in moments like this she thought back to her younger sister. She would be at the SDC- well so would Y/N now- and she would certainly make it a point to rub it in her face that she was working with Vil. Was it extremely petty? Yes, but so was her sister at times so it felt justified. Her train of thought broke when Grim asked; “Hey. You're not gonna stop US from eatin' that stuff, right? We're not even in the group.” Referring to himself and Yuu.
So there was a limit on who he would inflict his control over as he abated his words. “You're free to do as you wish, but do try not to eat them in the presence of our group. That would only add to their stress.” And he was so thoughtful- she stopped herself. She really needed to get a grip… she couldn't allow all her thoughts to drift to Vil… Even if he was her boyfriend (how odd was that? A couple of months ago, she was avoiding him like her life depended on it and now she was ready to jump if he commanded her to). “Now, all of you put your things in your rooms and come back down. We're starting rehearsals right away.”
It seems the discussion was over, and with that, everyone ceased their complaints or misgivings and lugged their luggage up the flights of stairs to what would look like the second floor. Y/N stalled though- going into the hallway but not yet up the stairs- she wanted to say something to Vil- what? She wasnt sure. She just wanted to speak to him while everyone was upstairs- but too soon had his phone started ringing. “Hm? My manager's calling. It had better be urgent…” He crossed his arms, holding his phone out to answer it. “Hello, Adela.”
Y/N couldnt hear ‘Adela’ on the other side as she leaned against the wall, shifting her head closer to the entrance so she could listen better and see Vil. “I told you I was going to be occupied with the SDC for a while. Please make it quick.” Whatever she said though seemed to improve his demenor as his voice shifted from annoyed to excited. “Really? Yes, I know the Legendary Sword! I caught the original in theaters. What role would I be playing?”
There was a long pause- and then his face fell. ”Hold on- its another pretty villian role?” His tone was icy cold- that even Y/N grimaced. “I believe I told you to turn down offers that would typecast me as such.”
Another pause as adela spoke. “I suppose if theyre nominating me without an audition, then they also have a lead actor already picked out? I might consider it depending on the casting.” Y/N held her breath- the feeling of dread falling over her. This was wrong- she shouldnt be listening to this conversation. “You cannot buy my feelings with money. I don’t care how much I’d make- when I dont want a role, I dont take it. All I want… is to stay on stage until the end of the show.” He exhaled. “I need to focus my full attention on the SDC right now regardless. Turn this offer down.”
Y/N took a step back- looking to walk away, however was startled by his voice once more. “ENOUGH!” She stopped. “I dont want any more calls from you until the SDC is over!” And he furiously pressed the end call button on the phones screen.
Y/N closed her eyes, turning herself around. She couldnt just walk away after that conversation and leave Vil there. She approached the doorframe and gave a small knock on the wood. “Hey, are you okay Vil?” She asked carefully. “That didnt sound too pleasant…”
He looked to her- his face betraying nothing. As if he had not just had a very tense phone call. He waved it off though- “Oh, it was nothing dire.” He said it in such a way, she would have believed his if she were anyone else. But she knew better- however she also would not press it. There would be a right time and place to have that discussion with him and she could tell now was not the moment. “Now, you should go get ready for practice.”
She complied- not wanting to make things more difficult for Vil- as she turned and went upstairs to put her luggage away.
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After the luggage situation in the living room, they had returned to Pomefiore’s ballroom to warm up. After they had, Vil had played both of the songs; the group song and the one that would be sang for the opening performance. Both were very stark contrasts of one another- while the ensemble song had been a lively melody, the type of song that made you want to get up and start dancing- the opening performance was melancholic. So much so that even the group was questioning it.
”Whats with the sad song? Shouldnt the opening be just as upbeat and happy as what we plan to perform for the ensemble?” Deuce questioned, and Vil paused the music.
”It is to showcase variety. Anyone can sing an upbeat song with a catchy rhythm- and Im sure that will be the focus on this years SDC. However, it is entirely different to sing and convey such heartfelt emotions such as this.” Vil looked around to the group. “It is something that I doubt RSA would be able to do- which is why I wanted to incorporate it.”
That had been a couple of days ago though, and in the mean time, they had been doing warm ups, focusing on not only getting into physical shape for the choreography but also vocals. Y/N had been asked to help when it came to vocals particularly, because she had the more experience than some of the other students- however, thats where her advantages ended.
On this day, Vil clapped his hands together, gathering everyones attention and gathering around. “All right, it's time for rehearsal. But first I will announce the opening act, the main vocalists and backup dancers. I personally made these selections based on a review of your performance at auditions. In the event that any of you improve between now and showtime, we may make some alterations to the lineup. So if you werent selected for main vocals or the opening act, you should consider those positions up for grabs.”
He cleared his throat; “First, the main vocalists for the main act will be Jamil, Epel and myself.”
Kamil seemed excited even though he wasnt chosen as one of the main vocalists, patting his vice housewarden on the back and congratulating him. “Oh, wow! Nice going, Jamil!” However, Jamil looked as if he had just stepped on a piece of glass- his eyes going wide.
He pointed at himself, exasperated by the decision Vil had made. ”You want ME on main vocals?”
Vil raised an eyebrow- unclear as to why his words made Jamil react in such a way. ”Yes. Do you have a problem with that?”
”Oh, far from it. I just think Kalim would be more suited for…You know what? Nevermind.” He stopped himself. “Im on it. I’ll endeavor to meet all of your expectations.” That made Vil more content as he nodded and smiled.
Epel cut in. “Um, if I may? I dont think im cut out for this. I think, maybe… someone else would be a better pick.”
Vil shot him a look, narrowing his eyes. ”You dont get a say in the matter. Have you forgotten the agreement we made when you enrolled? I need you to bring the poison apple that brings him down.”
Epel lowered his head, his face showcasing his true emotions of disappointment clearly. ”... Yes, sir.”
The group chatted with eachother excitedly. Y/N was relieved herself- she didnt want main vocals and was more than fine with performing as a background dancer or cocalist if that was what was aksed of her. It was for the best she was placed in the back anyhow as her dancing was extremely… subpar. “Aw man. I got bumped outta main vocals…” Ace rubbed his neck, lamenting to Kamil.
This was also fine- Y/N as the edges of the group, watching everyone around her. She was more than fine to remain to herself, and focus on her own position. Kamil looked to Ace, trying to cheer him up. “But if you keep working, you might rise up and win it back, right? Ooh, this is gonna be great!” Atleast Kamil was excited at the prospect of raising his position. “Looks like the rest of us are in the back up chorus and dance team. Lets give our lead singers a run for their money!”
Rook beamed at Kamil-”Excellent, Roi Doré! Your positivity brightens the team like the warming rays of a radiant sun.” Even Y/N couldnt help the smile that came to her face at the conversation. Yes, there was much to be thankful for right now.
”Lets be clear-” Vil chimed in “despite the word ‘main’, the main vocalists are not the stars nor is the opening act, and the chorus members are not merely supporting characters. You should ALL consider yourselves stars in this, and treat your job accordingly.” He paused. “Now, with that being said, I have yet to announce who shall be our opening performance.” That was right- there was yet to be someone chosen for the opening song. Y/N had her bets on Rook being chosen- “Y/N, I have entrusted you with the task of being our opening performance.”
She laughed- like he had said something comical. ”Wha- me?” She looked around the group, seeing if anyone would say anything.“You’re joking, right?”
”No. I would never joke about such matters.” He responded quickly- “Y/N, in order for us to win, we need a well-trained vocalist to open- influencing the audiences perspective on all of us.” “You were part of the Performing Arts club previously, and have experience and knowledge with such things-”
She folded her arms over her body, suddenly conscious of herself. ”I was always a backup singer though- often hidden towards the edge of the stage or even behind the curtains. I’ve never…” Her voice trailed off- her words were not convincing him as he placed his hands on his hips. Another thought sprang to her mind- “And the dancing! I cant dance as well as the others- and I will be scored on that as well. It will only be more noticeable if I perform by myself than if I did with the rest of you.” She was panicking now. When she had auditioned, she didn’t think this would happen. Great Sevens, she didn’t even think she would be accepted out of all the students who had auditioned- much less be chosen to open for NRC. This was too much.
”Precisely, which is why you shall be engaging in separate lessons from the group. You will still participate in warm-up’s and exercises, however your choreograph will be different. As for your concerns, since the song is a much slower tempo, so will your dance- therefore we will have time to perfect your movements.” Vil furrowed his eyebrows, not into a frown, but something as if he was worrying about her. He sighed, his voice becoming softer- more reassuring. “I have thought long and hard about this, and have full faith in you- in all of you. Now, let's start rehearsing.”
But his words didnt sooth her doubts. She pursed her lips together, her heart still beating out of her chest, though not in a plesant manner as it did when she was with Vil- it felt tight like she might suffocate. Now, she was just… scared. She had experience when it came to pressure being put on her- like with her engagement- but that was always something that had been out of her control. But this was something entirely different. She breathed in- and yet still felt like she couldnt get enough air into her to be able to think clearly. Her mind fogged and even though she shook it to make room for some clarity, none came.
She kept trying to breath, and was failing, which only caused her to feel more panicked. “Y/N, are you okay?” Kamil asked- and she looked to him, a little more bewildered than she would have liked. It was that question alone that finally unravel her nerves.
”I-” She looked to the door then back to him- “I just- I need air.” And she booked it for the exit. She couldnt hear anyone else’s voice as she rushed out of the ballroom and out of the Pomefiore dorm. She ended up stumbling out of the first set of doors she could reach- which just so happened to be a side exit leading out onto a small terrace area with various chairs and tables set up. When she looked to her left, she could see a pathway that lead back to the front of the dorm- however stayed put and sat on one of the chairs.
She needed to think, and compose herself. It was still mid winter, and the snow still surrounded the Pomefiore dorm, however had been cleaned away and made walkways more accessible. That also meant it was cold still outside- which shocked her system and surprisingly, made her calm down. With the cold air in her nose and throat- it gave her a different type of feeling to focus on. Her arms were cold- but she welcomed the cold at this point.
Her breathing steadied, and the thought that she would have to go back inside eventually and confront everyone came to the forefront of her thoughts. She also felt convicted, mainly because here Epel and Jamil were also main vocalists and were not running out like she had- they had accepted it. So why couldnt she?
”Madmoiselle Fleur?” She recognized Rook’s voice, turning her head to see him coming out of the doorway. His steps were so light, that she hadnt even heard him- nor had she heard the door. “Have you regained yourself?”
She gave a small smile- more so to ease his concern as she nodded. “Yes…” she affirmed, however, then jested; “Though in my thoughts, I have determined we need to put a bell on you or something- for you are much to silent for my taste.”
Her joke did achieve a smile from him- his worry subsiding, as he walked over and took a seat next to her. “Ah, but then I would lose my greatest weapon,” he replied smoothly. “A hunter must never announce his presence for it would scare away the prey.” He joked back, though He was observing her, her face and body language- trying to determine how best to approach her. And it seemed the only way he could was to ask her directly. “What happened back there?”
”What happened back there… was that I became overcome with anxiety.” her head dipped, looking at the scenery infront of her rather than look Rook in the eyes. “I was focusing on all of my inadequacies- and how I might let everyone down. For example- what if I am on stage and I stumble? Then what?” Her hands were cold, though in a vain attempt, she crossed her arms to conserve her heat to her body. ”I dont care what everyone else thinks about me. I know there has always been one thing or another being said, rumors being spread about me. Im used to it- but…”
His eyes got a gleam in them- like he knew exactly what she was thinking before she could even say it; ”You are afraid of disappointing Roi de Poison.” Rook stated rather than asked, and she nodded solemnly.
”Im terrified.” Her voice shook. “And its not only about Vil either. I know how much that prize money means to the other members of the ensemble, and it would be unfair for them to put in so much work only to be cheated out of their labors by my failures.”
Rook sighed out dramatically. “You are not the only one who has doubts. Think not I say this to minimize your feelings, but rather to assure you that no one will blame you. All you can do is your best.” Rook paused and then a smile overtook him. “Is that not what you assured Epel during auditions? The same sentiments?”
She froze- taken back by Rooks words. She didnt know that he had heard about that. She seemed like a hypocrite with the way he phrased his argument, though it wouldnt be the first or last time she had said one thing but felt another. “You are right.” She conceded. “I suppose all I can do is my best.”
She stood up with Rook, and the both of them entered back into the dorm, the warmth of the dorm contrasting against her cold skin. She could start to feel the chill leave her body as she walked back into the ballroom.
Everyone’s attention turned to her, though Vil’s was the first to take sight of her- as she gave a small nod to him and approached. “Excuse my interruption. Im fine.” She assured. “I just needed a moment- I feel much more prepared now.”
”Are you certain?” She could see him trying to hide the worry on his face- but his eyes spoke a thousand words, and it touched her in more ways than he would ever know. “If you have genuine concerns, then all you need do is voice them.”
”I am certain.” She said more confidently. This time, it didnt feel like a bravado that she was trying to wear, but more genuine. Like, maybe she could do this.
Vil hesitated for a moment- probably too long as he looked to everyone and then nodded. ”Then I shall take your word for it.” He concluded- and clapped his hands. “Alright, let us resume where we left off. Y/N, find a space and follow as I instruct.” With her nerves calmed, it came easy to just tune everything else out and focus on herself, and the way Vil moved. And soon enough, practice was over.
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Y/N waited awake. It was shameful to admit, but ever since she had been accepted for the SDC group, she had missed Vil. That was a stupid thing to even feel as she was with him everyday- but… she missed talking with him and being able to act like they knew one another well. With Rook, they had been able to be more open since he had already known and was extremely welcoming of their relationship- but with the other students, they didn't know- and they couldn't know either. And so for that reason, Vil and Y/N acted as nothing more than acquaintances. He would engage in small conversations here and there with her- but nothing that signified that they were closer than two people who had maybe only known one another because of their classes that they shared.
It ate at her nonstop when they practiced and he would place his hands on her hips or arms to fix her- and she had to act like it meant nothing. When she walked with the others and they spoke of Vil- and she couldn't exactly defend him completely because it would look odd if she got too passionate about another dorm's headwarden (at least Rook was there to help with that). And when they would turn in for the night and she had to pretend like she didn't just want to go into Vil’s room behind him and just have him hold her.
The first two things she couldn't do anything about- but, while in poison refinement, she had had the idea of just acting on her third thought. What could it hurt sneaking into Vil’s room? All she would do was make sure everyone was asleep first, and that no one would see her slip in.
She also needed to still practice her poker face, as Vil caught sight of her planning- clearly written on her face with a smirk. ”Why are you smiling like that?” Vil whispered to her, glancing at her from the corner of his eye as he wrote something down for the notes. This made her smile grow even more- leave it to him to be perceptive of her, even in the middle of class.
She didn't even bother to look up though, as her own pen made quick work of the notes and understanding of the subject. “Im not sure what you mean.” She deflected.
”I believe you do.” He set his pen down, but still not looking at her.. “It’s as if you are plotting something.” He knew her too well- like he was able to read her thoughts. That was another thing about him that she enjoyed, he knew what she was thinking without her needing to say anything. Or maybe he was just naturally discerning.
She let out a laugh under her breath. ”Perhaps I am. Would you like to know?” She set down her own pen. In the background of their conversation, Crewel was going on about something else that she could care less about- especially when Vil was looking at her. They picked up their pens again to write- “I was thinking I could see you tonight.”
His pen stopped suddenly- such a small thing that it didn’t draw attention to anyone else but her. He didn’t look shocked but rather as if he was mulling the idea over genuinely. “I shouldn’t let you in.” he stated- as he resumed his notes. What was she thinking? He would be a fool to really let her in- what if they were caught? At least she had tried though- and really, they could find another day to see one another alone- or even wait the whole month until after the SDC. She picked up her own pen, however was caught off guard by his next words; “But, that doesn’t mean I wouldn’t let you in should I find you at my door at night.” She turned her head finally, looking directly at him. He turned to her- pointing his pen at her in a rather accusing manner. “If you cannot be discreet though, then I am more than happy to leave you outside in the hallway. Understood?”
But all she really heard was that he would let her in, which was all she wanted, so she nodded her head quickly. “Understood.” She agreed quickly.
And so now here she was, wide awake and listening to the other members of the group closing their dorm doors behind them and going to bed. A few minutes had passed, and then 10 minutes, and then 20 minutes. The lights had gone off in the hallway, leaving only darkness as she slowly opened her door to ensure it didn't make any noise. Once she was in the clear, she exited her room, closing the door behind her and creeping down the hallway. The floorboards were uneven and the wood was rough against her bare feet as she walked down to where Vil’s room door was. It was the second to last at the end of the hallway- and was a private room like hers was. How fortunate and convenient that they did not have to share a room with anyone.
She didn't knock on his door- instead opting to pull out the phone that Vil had given her last semester (and that she had not used since) and send him a quick text alerting him of her presence outside his room. It was quiet- she could not hear him inside the room, but then his doorlock clicked and he gently opened his door. It creaked just the slightest but not loud enough to alert anyone of their secret rendezvous.
He didn't say a word, just ushering her into his room quickly- and Y/N realized this was but the second time this had happened- where she could not be seen coming into his room and instead had to sneak in. Except this time it was not in the Pomefiore dorm and the risk of being caught was on a much smaller scale. He closed the door and locked it.
”Do you think anyone heard us?” Y/N whispered, and Vil shook his head.
He looked to the door but didnt pay it anymore mind as he looked to Y/N. ”I doubt it, and if they did they might just think its someone using the restroom…” with her worries settled, he faintly smiled. “How have you been leibling?”
”About as well as one can be when faced with the idea that they are in over their head… The usual.” Her tone was sarcastic- as she sighed. “I am… overwhelmed with what is ahead for all of us in the coming month. It does not help that we get so little time to see one another now, as we are both either studying or practicing with the group.” She looked down. “Ive missed you despite being around you everyday. How silly is that?”
He exhaled- his eyebrows pinching together. So close to one another, Y/N could see more clearly the way that the stress was affecting him- he had faint lines under his eyes, though not discolored or prominent, were there. And just the way that he carried himself currently- or maybe it was just because no one else was around to see and this was a private sight only for Y/N- but he looked tired. “That is far from silly- I have found myself longing for you as well.” He admitted. “Come, let us both rest. I believe we have deserved it by now.” She followed him to the bed- It was smaller than his own back in the Pomefiore dorm, and less plush- with less blankets and only one pillow that they would need to share. Maybe next time, she should bring her own pillow and blankets so that she wasn't stealing his. ”I will indulge you by allowing you to sleep with me, but that will be all. We need to wake up early tomorrow to rehearse and I cannot have you being tired or your mind being in the gutter.”
She scoffed. She would gladly accept sleeping beside him- but it was ambitious of him to believe that regardless of if they had sex or not that her mind would not drift to that one way or another. She climbed into the bed on one side, and he took the other, as they huddled close to one another to avoid falling off the bed. It was more comfortable anyways as she faced him, leaning onto his chest. “I’d be willing to settle for that compromise…” She raised a finger. “If you tell me what's been going on with you lately.”
Vil looked down to her, then settled into his side of the pillow. He didn't try to deny her offer- pursing his lips. “Why would you think something is bothering me?”
”You look like you’ve been lost in thought more often. At first I thought it was just the stress of the Song and Dance Championship but now im starting to think it's something much deeper than that.” Y/N clenched her jaw. “Im just worried. You’ve done numerous competitions, been in multiple movies and ads and have never been this distressed. And your phone call earlier this week didnt reassure me either… Whats going on?”
He was quiet for a long time. Y/N started to think he would not answer her at all, or maybe she had overstepped- but then she could feel his heart beat quicken and knew he would tell her. “You remember Neige LeBlanche?” She nodded. “I need to win. I need all of us to win, and beat him.” The words hung between the two of them as Vil continued. “I’m sick of always being compared to him. It seems no matter how much effort I put in, I always come in second place- with Neige being seen as the one who could never do anything wrong. Just once I want to excel and win- pushing past the boundaries that have been set upon me by almost everyone.”
Y/N felt some form of nausea at the thought that most did not believe Vil was the best or compared him to Neige. It reminded her of how her mother often compared her to Laurel- always the favored daughter who could do no wrong. And she was certain Vil felt it more intensely than she ever would. Even the words of comfort she could try and offer him would fall short- as words meant little. But- there was one thing she knew; “We will win. One way or another- we will win. I will do everything in my power to ensure this.”
His face eased- so that when he looked at her he looked a little less burdened- which was all she could hope for in that moment. “When you say it like that, I can see it. We can win, and we will. Afterall, I have something that RSA does not…” She quirked an eyebrow- confused. “I have the loveliest songbird.” He leaned down, connecting their lips and allowing a kiss to transpire between the two of them.
When they did pull away, Y/N quipped; “You should be careful with your words Vil- complement me too often and It may go to my head.” It was a hard thing to think of given how Vil has always been so rational, but there was a small part of her head that told her that he only thought so highly of her because of their relationship.
Vil hummed. ”I did not mean it as a compliment but rather an observation. And many will make the same observation at the SDC upon hearing you sing. Such vocals are hard and few to come across- even in the industry. I would be surprised if after your opening performance, you do not get some recruitment opportunities to sign with music labels.”
Y/N frowned at that. “I doubt it. Even with vocals, most who get signed need to have some sort of strong stage presence at least. They would be fools to even offer that to me upon one performance.” She shrugged. “In any case, I would be content with just winning in the opening performances category.”
”You deserve so much more though Leibling-” She blushed at hearing the nickname again- and maybe he knew how much she enjoyed it as she settled further into him after hearing it. “And what of you? How have you been? You worried me the other day when you rushed out of rehearsal.”
She sighed. “Im sorry. I truly did not mean to make you worry- I was just… overloaded with doubts about my capabilities to perform to such standards as the SDC requires. However- I have since eased them…”
”In what way?”
”You will be there, and I trust you will not let me fail.” She smiled to herself. It was almost funny how she had adjusted her whole mindset. Instead of thinking she would fail Vil, she now was looking at it as though she trusted Vil’s judgment. He would not have picked her if he didnt think he could train her properly, teach her the intricacies of dance and all that she would need to know. He had never let her down before, and she trusted him more than anyone else.
”No, never. I will drill into you perfection until your own shines through and everyone can see it.” He kissed the top of her head, and she sighed. She felt better already. “Ah, that reminds me; When I went through your luggage the other day, I noticed something peculiar about your brush.” She removed her head from where it rested on his chest, looking to him.
”What do you mean?” She asked, and he brushed a few strands of hair from her face. She enjoyed when he did that, brushing the hair away from her face so that he could better see her.
”I mean- it is meant to be part of a set. The design- it is typical of that from the 1600’s, the wooden carving decorating the backside and the material it is made out of. It's extremely well kept, though I could only assume it is because it has been properly preserved all these years.” She was surprised he knew so much about her brush- and even the history of it- but then again, it was about a haircare tool and Vil took pride in his own haircare.
She nodded- “It belonged to my grandmother when she was younger. It's a family heirloom that I got for my 15th birthday. Its customary for all the daughters in my family to receive a heirloom for their 15th birthday.” That's what she had been told since she was given the brush- and its been the only thing she used for her hair since. Her mother had received a pair of shears, her sister with a set of gloves and both used their heirlooms when it came to gardening- something that had always been easier for the two.
”Well, why do you not bring the accompanying comb for it?” She frowned at that, and he raised an eyebrow. “You do know that it is supposed to have a comb, correct? It's been recorded that the brush and comb were always made from the same piece of wood as one another, and were meant to be used together.”
”I… I never got a comb with it. My grandmother only gifted me the brush- so perhaps she still has the comb and is holding onto it for another generation of my family…” She internally thought about if she had kids- perhaps her grandmother was waiting for her children so that she may pass down the second piece. But then again, she had never seen a comb that belonged to her grandmother before. She was about to say something more before she heard a voice in the hallway outside the room- and quickly stopped herself.
Vil also tensed up, tilting his head to look at the door. They were both frozen, still embraced with one another on the bed- listening to the sound of multiple sets of feet walking through the hallway. Perhaps it was because she had not been wearing shoes that she had been able to be so quiet, but whoever was walking now was clearly not doing a good job at being stealthy as the floorboards creaked under their weight.
Vil sighed- as the noise continued down the hallway and then down the stares. Once the students were downstairs, Vil and Y/N pulled apart (though not without much willpower on Y/N’s part) from one another. She wasn't one to anger quickly, but she had her limits. And she had now discovered that one of those limits is someone interrupting what was supposed to be her ‘uninterrupted’ time with Vil. “I’m going to kill someone…” she mutters to herself as they leave the room, descending down the stairs quickly towards the source of the noise.
Vil, a few steps ahead of her, looked over his shoulder towards her; “I’ll flip a coin with you for the opportunity.”
When they did make it down the stairs and into the kitchen area, Vil folded his arms and stood in the doorway. His face was calm though Y/N could feel the mood shift into one of displeasure upon the sight before him.“It seems the coin flip will not be necessary.” Y/N peaked over his shoulder the best she could to see who had been the source of the commotion. “My, my. What have we here? A pack of little rats scurrying through the kitchen under the cover of night?”
Four sets of eyes turned to Vil (and Y/N, though more focused on Vil), who crossed his arms and gave a glare that made the hairs on the back of Y/N’s neck stand. ”Myah?! That's… Vil!” Grim jumped back slightly. It seems all four of them- Grim, Yuu, Deuce and Ace- were completely unaware of their surroundings and the attention they had clearly drawn to themselves in their quest to obtain… snacks?
”Are you all serious? This is what was so important?” Y/N grimaced, giving a small headshake. “You need to be taught about self control.”
This is what they had risked Vil’s wrath over? Some snacks? Seriously- it was not a life or death situation, what was their obsession with food? “Disobedient children require discipline.” Vil tsked and shook his head with Y/N.
The red head raised his hands- “Look, we're growing boys, okay?! Of course we're gonna get hungry at night.” His eyebrows pinched together.
“Speaking as a Heartslabyul student, I can't possibly ignore Trey's homemade sweets. That would just be wrong…” Deuce lamented. Y/N blinked a few times- surprised once more by their lousy excuses.
Vil didn't play into their words though, seeming uncaring at the excuses they made. He merely folded his arms over one another, and waited. “Any moment now.”
“Huh? Whaddaya mean, any-” Ace started, however was soon doubling over. Grim and Deuce followed behind him, clutching their stomachs as if they had been hit with an invisible force that no one could see. Even the grunt that they made sounded painful, and Yuu was clearly distressed upon seeing their friends falling to the floor around them.
“Are you guys okay?!” Yuu leaned down between Ace and Grim, shaking their shoulders to try and get them up, but they seemed like deadweights as their limbs fell underneath them and they laid as if they were ragdolls thrown to the ground.
Ace grunted as he tried to move- but was unsuccessful. “B-body's...going numb…” He muttered out.
Grim was making his own attempts as well, but also couldn't move. “Rrrgh... I can't stand”
Only Deuce was the first to question their circumstances- looking to Vil and Y/N the best he could as he asked; “What's going on?”
But from just a glance, she knew that the trio were not in danger but was all part of Vil’s will. She now understood what he meant when his anger lessened to something like satisfaction when he had caught the three of them snacking in the kitchen- he knew what would happen, that no further scolding would be needed as punishment had already been dealt to them. “Wait... Did you poison the food in the fridge?!” Ace’s face fell at his own conclusion. Y/N and Vil looked to one another at the stupidity of the question and then chuckled. Y/N fought to suppress her laughter, as she covered her mouth to hide her smile.
“Heh. It's not poison. It's a curse.” Vil said, as if it was the normalist and simplest thing in the world. “It's my signature spell: Fairest One of All. It gives me the power to place a curse upon anything I touch. A curse so potent, not even I can lift it before its stated conditions are met.” He explained. Actually, hearing it outloud now, Y/N was also starting to question whether or not this was going too far- but nothing would ever be ‘too far’ for Vil. “I imagine you'd like to know how l've hexed the food I confiscated from you today. Shall I tell you?” He was going to tell them anyhow though and did not wait for a reply. "Any fool who partakes of this shall be immobilized until the next sunrise."
Their faces looked shocked, though there was little reason to look shocked- they did attend Night Raven College, a school filled with some of the most powerful magical users in their world. ”Y-you can DO that?!” Deuce asked. “That's even more sinister than poison! It doesn't even taste any different!”
“I told you to avoid foods loaded with sugars and additives until the SDC show. You clearly aren't taking your roles as ensemble members seriously!” Vil frowned, it seems the amusement of watching the first years fall victim to his trap had worn off and now all that was left was the anger towards their audacity to go behind his back and against his commands. “You can stay on the hard floor until morning as punishment.”
Ace still tried to appeal to Vil though. “B-but I didn't even take the food! Someone else shoved it in my mouth!”
“No excuses! This is collective responsibility.” Replied more sternly. It seems living together was just the start, they would all soon learn that punishments and accomplishments would also be dished out as a team as well. Y/N was just glad that it was not her on the receiving end of Vil’s anger right now. “Manager, seeing as you did not partake, I'll let you off this time. But don't start indulging just because you're not going out on stage. Now get back to your room, unless you want to root yourself into the floor with the spuds.” Yuu seemed to have more sense in them as they did turn, muttering apologies to their fallen friends and they called out for them. Vil turned as if to walk back to his room, though looked over his shoulder and glared at the three on the ground.
“Cease your yowling!” He shook his head and looked to Y/N, who stood off to the side to allow Yuu room to walk past the both of them and back to their room. Once they had finally passed, Vil looked to Y/N, a tired look in his eyes making his usual vibrant purple eyes almost look grey in the poor lighting. “Why must they all act in such an unbecoming manner? I simply cannot fathom why.”
Y/N gave him a sympathetic smile. They walked into the hallway and closed the door to the kitchen as she whispered to him “Well, not all of us are fortunate enough to have a housewarden like you, Vil.”
He sighed. “Clearly.” They walked up the stairs together, with Y/N first as the staircase was thinner than the other dorms. Once they reached the rooms, Vil placed a hand on Y/N’s back, leading her back to her own room. She looked to him, about to argue, however he opened her door for her and looked at her. “Go to sleep, Leibling. Rehearsals are in the morning.” There was no room for debate as he placed a kiss on her head and walked back to his own room.
She tapped her finger on her door frame as she watched him, leaning against it and folding her arms. “Vil-“ she tried to start. He looked to her, a faint smug look coming to his beautiful features. She didnt know if she wanted to slap him at pulling on her heartstrings at such a view, or wrap her arms around him and never let go.
“Goodnight Y/N.” She didn't even go into her room until she had heard the door closed behind him, and only then did she enter her room, shutting the door behind her in a frustrated manner. She had been so close- if it hadn't been for those stupid first years! It was then that for the first time in her life, she contemplated suffocating someone while they slept.
She irritatedly got into bed and rolled onto her side, facing away from the door. Her mind naturally wandered to a few things; her first was what Vil had said to her about the comb. It should have just been something silly that she paid no mind to- but it was nagging at her. She had grown up watching her grandmother use her brush- had always seen it and knew that it would one day belong to her. It was the same with Laurel’s gloves- everyone had always known Laurel would inherit the gloves- and the same could be said for a dozen of other items of her grandmothers that belonged to their family. But never had Y/N seen a comb. So was it simply lost? That couldn't be the case. Her grandmother took care of all of her belongings and hadn't lost anything over the course of the 500 years she had lived.
The next was to Laurel. Y/N wondered how Laurel was doing- and whether she had been accepted into the RSA ensemble or had been rejected completely. A small part of her hoped that Laurie had made it, as she had been so excited to perform and Y/N knew she would do well. But that also prompted the question; If Laurie competed against Y/N, could she bring herself to outshine her sister? She would have to. As much as she hated the idea of going against her own sister, and by extension- her family, she hated the idea of letting down her teammates even more.
She let that settle with her as her eyelids drew heavy and then eventually shut all together as she wandered into sleep. Though as always, she had dreams… except this time, it wasn't only about birds.
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She was in her childhood home- in the meadows beside her family house. It looked like springtime, as flowers fell from the branches nearby. Everything had a hazy blur over it though- the colors were too vibrant, the air too fresh, it wasn't quite right. It was like if she was romanticizing her home- making everything pop much more than it should.
The larks were singing loudly- much more so than she ever remembered hearing from them ever. Their song was so profound and hard to ignore, that she had to cover her ears- though it didn’t ease the noise. They harmonized with one another in a way that certain parts of their song were hard for her to comprehend- like only they could understand the full song and she was merely a bypasser, unimportant in it all.
She walked through the dirt, barefooted, though Y/N had never minded before walking around her family’s garden barefooted. And then, she reached the center of the garden, and then there was a woman. She stood beside a large tree that stood in the center of the meadow- a tree that Y/N had never seen before either. It was abnormally tall, and there was no way that it had organically grown by itself, but perhaps with the help of magic.
Y/N didn't approach her or the tree- stopping in her tracts and hiding behind a large bush to watch the scene before her. The woman had the same colored hair as Y/N, walked the same way, but her face was turned away and could not be seen clearly. It was like she didn’t even notice Y/N as she began to lift her arms above her head.
At first, Y/N thought it was to pick one of the various fruits that grew from the long branches- another sign that it was clearly magic growing the tree, however, she stopped halfway and began to dance. It was the oddest dance Y/N had ever watched- but also one of the most mesmerizing things she had ever seen. She was awe struck, frozen in place, as she was transfixed on the woman and how she moved.
That could be her. Maybe it was her- or who she could be one day. The woman was clearly older than Y/N, her face was a blur- but if she looked hard enough she could make out what looked like her nose or eyes, and even the woman’s ears looked like Y/N’s. She looked human despite moving fluidly like how the fae did. She watched her ‘dream self’ as she danced, fascinated by how gracefully and quickly she danced. There was no reasoning or understanding behind why she would twirl, and move her feet the way she did other than it corresponded with the song of the larks.
Maybe that was the point of this dream- to show her that she belonged back home- in Evergreen gardens with her family. But no… that couldn't be it. That couldn't be her dancing like that. So then… who was it?
And then her voice rang out- and it was the last thing Y/N remembered- for she realized it was not her…
Playing a very dangerous game rn of “I have enough time to write Chapter 9” even though I’m going out of town tommorow, my aunt is visiting next week, and I still need to pack and clean… and I’m only running on 4 hours of sleep because I manage my moms medication and am her caregiver.
I have about 5K words in no particular order and I still need to write three more important scenes and edit it…
we will see what happens 😭👍
Also- writing this scene out rn and why was their first thought during packing to bring food??? I genuinely love food but have never thought to bring containers of it with me when I go somewhere-
Writing chapter 9 of “Eternal Youth”- and am internally cringing cause this is the most Y/N shit I have ever written. I love it- don’t get me wrong- but I’m thinking about those Y/N memes on tiktok and cracking up 😂
Eternal Youth (Chapter 8)
Word Count: 10.4k
Warnings: Maybe slight spoiler for those who dont know the Book 5 plot line?
Notes:
Warning- This starts during the start of Book 5- and I have not played Book 5. However, I have watched play throughs- so if you have not either, I would advise against reading this chapter. If you have then I apologize that it is not completely accurate. I messed with some things and changed a few of the mechanics of the SDC to make it fit this story better.
The night before returning from winter break was when Y/N was doing her packing. She had just received the last of her garments returned to her as well as quite a few new ones as well- made with fabrics she had intentionally picked out as either complimenting her own skin tone or matching Vil's eyes- a lilac color rather than her usual maroon. Spring was coming anyways, and lighter colors always looked the best in such weather. Atleast... that's what she told her mother when she had asked about the new clothing. She didn't need to know the truth.
As she packed away the last of her clothing, she turned to her jewelry. She had very few pieces since she had never really cherished any certain piece or style. She did, however, steer clear of the Draconia necklace that rested on her desk. She would not be taking that back with her to school. If she was truly asked about it, she would brush it off as wanting to care and ensure the safety of 'such a beautiful artifact' that meant a lot to the Draconia family. That was also not the truth, but what Malleus didn't know wouldn't hurt him. To keep herself from looking at the necklace- Y/N had hidden it in one of her drawers between more clothing. That seemed the only way to quell her guilt and mind over not bringing it back with her.
There was a knock on her door before a figure stood in the frame. Y/N looked over her shoulder and then waved her hand motion as if to welcome the person into her private space. "Laurel- have you packed already?" Her younger sister nodded her head, entering the room and sat on the edge of Y/N's bed. She seemed more comfortable than she had been the last two weeks- most likely also relieved they were heading back to school. "Thats good. I didn't realize that by getting new clothing, it would take longer to pack...I should be thankful though that we were given the allowance for such things though."
Laurel laughed. "Yes, I suppose we should be glad; though our reasoning is completely different." She leaned back against the bed post. "I was granted the allowance to get clothing for the upcoming Song and Dance Championship- you were given it to buy clothing to dress up for the prince." It wasn't an insult but her merely pointing out the truth; but it stung regardlessly. She bit down her words as Laurel continued. "Im looking forward to the SDC though-"
Ah yes, the Song and Dance Championship. Y/N knew about it only vaguely- but recalled talk from former years at NRC, and even remembered Vil mentioning it once or twice. It was a huge festival that lasted days, and (as the name suggested) was a Championship for those across the world to compete and prove themselves. She had never attended it, however this year was different; this year Night Raven College would host the event- and so she would have no choice but to run into it on campus.
The next question for Laurel popped into her head upon hearing her sister wanted to compete. "Have you auditioned yet?" Y/N asked, tucking in her hair brush into the luggage lest she forget it in the morning.
"No- auditions are opening for the rest of the student body once the semester starts though, and I am going to give it my best shot." Laurel most certainly would pass- there was no doubt in Y/N's mind. Since they were children, they had both been given musical lessons- so it was only natural that both of them excelled in that talent. On top of that, Laurel possessed a voice so unearthly- so... fae like, that she would not have any trouble having a chance at winning the Championship- "I even hear that Neige and Vil will both be the headline acts!" That's where Y/N's attention was grabbed, her head perking up to look at her sister. It wasn't worth the grin that spread across her sister's face though as she laughed. "Sevens Y/N- for as aloof and detached from human culture as you try to act, this is only the second time I've mentioned Neige and Vil and you've been interested. Don't tell me you have a crush on one of them-"
"Never." Her response came out quickly- too quickly that it looked suspicious. She cleared her throat and let out a fake laugh. "I would never be interested in Neige." She paused. "And certainly never Vil. Besides, thee Vil Schoenheit would never be interested in me, and so it doesn't matter even if I found Vil interesting- he is a human, we are Fae. Worlds apart that its even laughable to suggest that I-"
Laurel raised her hands, motioning for Y/N to calm herself as Y/N quickly stopped talking and clenched her jaw. "I was joking Y/N! Calm down- dont have a heart attack-" She sighed at her sister's words, her shoulders relaxing when she did not even realize they were tense or had tensed up.
"I'm sorry- I've just been... stressed lately..." Laurel looked at her older sister, concerned flashing across her features, but she didn't say anything. What could she say? This was the most civil conversation they had had since they were children. In truth, Laurel did not know Y/N anymore, and Y/N couldn't say she knew laurel well either. The implication of Laurel's nickname had upset her when Y/N didn't think it would be a big deal- and it seemed Laurel bringing up Vil had been one of her more triggering topics- which probably also surprised Laurel. It was like there was a quiet rift that had formed between them after Y/N was accepted to NRC and had only grown wider in the years since.
But there would not be words of comfort or truth ever said between the two now. They did not know how to comfort one another- never having learned. And she feared they never would. But they both couldn't miss something they had never had in the first place- and so both sisters sat in silence as Y/N packed before heading down for their final family meal together.
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Y/N couldn't leave Evergreen Garden or Briar Valley fast enough. On her way down the path to take the carriage back to NRC, she looked back to her family's home. She knew this wouldn't be her last time seeing it- but it felt like everything was different. Like, maybe this could be her last glimpse of it and she wanted to soak it in- the beauty of it that was undeniably her home. Sure, the creek was still silent- but the birds sang a beautiful song through the trees, and the ice made everything feel frozen in time- like she could leave and if she ever did return, it would be exactly as it was now.
She caught a movement in a window on the second floor, and looked up. It was her grandmother, having moved the curtains that had been drawn closed to restrict the lighting. She looked at Y/N- and not merely looked at her, but into her eyes, as if trying to tell her something. But Y/N didn't understand. Her lips remained closed, and her face expression remained unchanged. A shudder ran through Y/N, and she turned her head. Coming home had not cleared her worries and thoughts of her grandmother- but now she knew for certain what they were up against- what she was up against and it was something she would not be able to handle alone.
There was nothing she could do to ease her grandmother's centuries of pain and regret- nothing she could do when her grandmother had mistaken her for her aunt- for Allouette, and nothing she could do when she had been barred from seeing her grandmother before leaving in fear she might set her off again. Nothing. And so the only thing Y/N could find herself being able to do was loading the carriage that would take her back to Night Raven College, and going far, far away.
Away from the madness. Away from the truth. Away from the loneliness of Evergreen Garden. However, while she was running away as she always had- she was also running to something. Someone. She was running to Rook- who she found herself missing in the quietness of her family's home- wanting someone to talk to as easily as they did. She found herself missing even Silver- which she had failed to visit him during break as she had basically confined herself to the house. And, most importantly, she missed Vil. But that was obvious when almost all of her thoughts eventually led back to him- Oh, how dramatic and sentimental she was being. What had he done to her? She was going stupid with love- her senses all a jumble.
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Her first stop upon returning after dropping off her luggage in her room, was to the Pomefiore dorm. When she had dropped off her luggage, the Diasomnia dorm had been quiet, but there were many students around- all in their dorm uniform of black and green. It seemed like there would be a meeting or some kind of gathering before starting the new semester, but she hadn't been sure at what time and what exactly it was for. But whatever the case was, she would make it back in time for it.
When she did get to the Pomefiore dorm though, It seemed she had already become known there as no one stopped her as she let herself in. Or perhaps students were so busy running around and greeting one another that they had not noticed she had slipped in. And in her more casual clothing rather than her dorm uniform, she did not stick out greatly. Everyone was so lively- another stark contrast against Diasomnia.
She walked down the hallways, looking around as students here and there greeted her. Again, no one stopped her as she wandered around the first floor. She was looking for someone, anyone she recognized- and though most of the students who did stop her seemed friendly and she did recognize their faces- they were not who she was searching for. She walked into the lounge eventually, and spotted familiar blonde hair.
He didn't even turn his head- but already knew she was behind him- however that still didn't stop her from playfully sneaking up behind him and jumping on his shoulders lightly- trying to scare him. He let out a fake startled noise, and raised his hands as if pretending to be scared. “Mademoiselle Fleur! How improper of you to scare a man whilst he is looking over preparations-” His words were playful but sarcastic in meaning as a smile danced on his lips. “Important documents and such.”
She raised her eyebrow, looking at the papers in his hand and laughing. “Excuse me Monsieur,” She mimicked his voice “I simply was too excited to see you it seems. Pardon my unseemly behavior, most unbecoming and distasteful in such a dorm as this one.” They both looked at one another- suppressing their laughter for a couple of seconds, before Y/N was the first to break it, letting out a full belly laugh that had her clutching her stomach. Rook followed behind her, however he was much more graceful than her- but then again- so were most of the things the Pomefiore dorm students did. Once their laughter died down, Y/N wiped at a tear in the corner of her eye from laughing so hard and asked; ”I am sorry- I am. How was your break Rook? It's been so long since I've laughed like that- and so dull being at home with my family that I simply had to.”
They hugged one another, though very briefly before pulling away and continuing their conversation. "Do not worry- I understand and found it entirely entertaining. My break was most magnifique! My family all had a good time catching up with one another, eating well prepared food, and relaxing. Even now, I miss it as I think about it. And how about yourself? How was your holiday?" He asked, and Y/N didn't say much.
"Uneventful..." That was mostly the truth, leaving out her grandmothers episode. Rook walked with her, leaving the bustling Lounge room and heading into the hallway. "Do you remember our conversation about my aunt?" He nodded his head and she continued. "I actually learned more about her- though by complete accident. Remind me to tell you more later on, because it's more confusing than I thought it would be..." They stopped at the base of the stairs, though Y/N was unsure as to why. She looked up the stairs, a few students coming down from them as she did.
Rook's voice grabbed her attention back to him, as he turned away from her. "Roi du poison! Mademoiselle Fleur has paid us a visit before our first day back." Vil came down the hallway- dressed in his dorm uniform. On top his perfect hair sat a golden crown that looked like he was made to wear. What stood out the most from the uniform was the purple robe he wore that was tied around his waist by a black belt and a red cord on top of that. His sleeves split apart at his shoulders, so that when he moved his arms, she got a glance at the black long sleeved shirt he wore underneath it. Red underlined the purple robe and was noticeable as he walked- and his shoes. As if he was not tall enough, he opted for boots that ended in a stiletto. Seriously. it was as if he was showing off to everyone how beautiful he was- as if everyone could not already see it. He almost reminded her of a peacock- showcasing his beautiful feathers.
She didn't say anything as he finally approached them. They both looked at her, yet she couldn't find the words in her to properly express how much she missed him, how gorgeous he was, how she simply wanted to take him somewhere private and have her way with him. Perhaps that last though should not be voiced at all. "Well- have you been rendered awe-struck, or are you simply not excited to see me?" Vil asked, obviously teasing with his words- but Y/N closed her mouth, unaware it had been open.
She had to give him a hug at the very least, lest Rook suspect something. "Hello Vil," She closed the distance as he was receptive to the embrace- also following and hugging her. She had imagined this day for two weeks now- when she could finally see and touch Vil again. Have him in her arms and be as selfish as she wanted to- but no, she couldn't, not yet... "How was your break?" Was his as eventful as hers? Did he miss her like she missed him?
But his face was so composed, unlike how she felt, and how hers probably looked outwardly so ecstatic. If they were to truly engage in a relationship with one another, she would need to try better to contain herself around him. Being an actor, he already had a leg up in the art of appearing stoic and uninterested- as she remained calm and composed and answered her. "It was unnoteworthy. I did a commercial but aside from that, I spent it with my father." He paused, and then added “I did have a good holiday with him, I will admit.”
"That must be pleasant. I'm sorry to hear about how you worked over break, but at least you got to see your dad. And we are all here together now." She folded her hands in front of her, steadying her breath despite her heart beat still thumping against her rib cage. "Anyhow... I wasn't aware you both had a dorm meeting scheduled for today- I apologize. I simply came to say hello before school starts tomorrow."
”Nonsense, you are always welcomed here.” Rook patted her back and she gave him a thankful smile, nodding her head, before looking to Vil.
"I do hope that you don't try to avoid me in Poison refinement tomorrow- Im not sure your head can take another bruise to it-" He brushed his fingertips across her head where she had hit it. The memory came back to her and she scoffed- a little offended. So he had seen that…
"That- That won't happen again." She folded her arms over her body. "Both hitting my head and avoiding you.” She huffed out. “So yes, I will be sitting with you tomorrow- if it would please you."
"It would." There was a silence that settled between the two of them as they simply looked at one another. Y/N had forgotten Rook was even there until he cleared his throat.
"Roi Du Poison- how about you show Mademoiselle Fleur what you've brought back from break? The meeting does not start for another hour- and everyone is simply greeting one another that it would not hurt to step away for a moment..." Y/N raised her eyebrow, confused as to what he meant.
Y/N looked at Rook, her expression that was silently asking him what he was talking about. What had Vil wanted to show Y/N and Rook that they needed to step away? "Yes, excuse us Rook- we will only be a moment." Vil stepped aside, taking a hold of Y/N's upper arm carefully, and steering her away from Rook and through the crowd of students before taking her upstairs. She gaped a little, as she looked back at Rook who held a knowing smile on his face. Maybe knowing was too kind- Smug was a better way to describe him. It wasn't until they were half way up the stairs that Vil released her arm and she stopped trying to look for Rook. It appeared he would not be joining them.
Vil opened his room door, looking around to see if any other students were around. None were, and so when he had confirmed it, he ushered her in and closed the door behind the both of them. He turned on the light as she took a few steps into the room. "Vil? What's going on?" She asked, and he pursed his lips at her question.
He was quiet for a few moments, before coming outright with the truth. "Rook knows."
She hesitated, before quietly asking; "About us?" As if Rook would hear their very conversation through the multiple walls between them.
Vil nodded his head, approaching her slowly before placing his hands on her shoulders. "Yes."
Her eyes widened, multiple feelings going through her. Shock. A little bit of embarrassment. Just how much did he know? Did he… Did he know about their… encounter? "How? H-how could he possibly know what happened between the two of us?" She wasn't angry- that was not one of the emotions she could feel. But she was overwhelmed with the information. "It happened the day before break- and we both haven't said a word- only one interaction between us just now-"
”He… has a way of knowing things somehow… He called during break and asked me outright- and I knew he knew so I confessed…” He rubbed her shoulders going down to her elbows and then back up- trying to sooth her concerns. “Please don’t worry about it, Liebling. Rook is our friend, and has sworn to keep it a secret between the three of us.”
She nodded her head, agreeing. She didn't have anything to worry about with Rook- if anyone knew, she was glad it was him. He would never betray the two of them- she trusted Rook with everything- that she was sure if he did not already know, she would have eventually suggested telling him the truth, to Vil as well. “You are absolutely right. I guess… I'm just hoping he didn't hear anything from that night…” Vil didn't respond to that and she decided for her own sanity she wouldn't ask about it. Instead, she embraced him- wrapping her arms around his waist and pulling him close to her.
He returned the gesture, with a small sigh coming from him- and they remained like that for a long time. She loved being held like this by him. It was better than if he had pulled her head back, took it between his hands and passionately kissed her, it was better than if they had taken off their clothes and resumed where they had left off weeks prior before break, skin to skin contact- it was better than that because it showed that he simply just wanted to hold her. Nothing more right now- like that would be enough. He combed his fingers through her scalp, and she relished the feeling of it- savoring the way his arms made her feel so secure and safe.
She tightened her own hold around his waist, pushing her face deeper into the purple fabric of his uniform. She knew she would have to help him straighten out the creases she was making- but it would be worth it. She wanted to only be able to smell his perfume after they broke away, or for it to linger on her own clothing so that anyone who passed by her would recognize it was Vil’s.
“Mein Leibling- I’ve missed you.” He spoke into her forehead, and It nearly knocked the air from her lungs, her eye tightening at his words as she took a deep breath in. Even just saying those words makes her feel so dizzy. And it was like he knew the effect he had on her when he spoke, as when he felt her gasp, he let out a low laugh.
She smiled into his shoulder. “I missed you too.” She replied back- Her breath felt and sounded constrained as she spoke- not from sadness or worry- but from the feeling of euphoria.
His voice was surprised, like maybe he still expected her to betray him- or turn away from him even now. That hurt- she needed to make it right- show she would not go anywhere anymore. “You did? Truly?” She was the one who pulled away from him- her brows furrowed as she quickly replied.
“Of course I did. You were all I could think of- even as I sat at dull dinners with my family, as I took early morning walks and saw any and everything.” She sighed, looking up to him. “Im sorry- I did miss you and I wish to pick up where we left off before break. This semester, I just want to spend time with you- the two of us learning more about one another- and just being happy.”
He nodded, understanding what she meant, and then spoke up. ”I… We cannot be open with our relationship. As in, we would need to keep it between the two of us-” Vil started, however Y/N interrupted.
”And Rook.” He laughed at that.
”Yes, and Rook.” He agreed, and Y/N placed her hand on his chest, flattening a wrinkle she saw out of the corner of her eye.
”I agree. I think it would be best to not say anything about the two of us. I understand you have a dedicated fanbase that would not be too pleased- and I have a… Fiancee, who would not be pleased either.” She bit out the words. “I actually do not even care if he knew- but my family would, so it's imperative we keep this private.” Vil seemed to relax at that, both of them agreeing easily on one of the most important aspects of their relationship.
”I'm glad we agree… And I have a surprise-” He then pulled away, and Y/N let out a small whine at the loss of his touch. “I have a gift for you.” She scoffed and shook her head. She didn’t want a gift from him- he was her gift just being here with her.
“You needn't give me a gift, Vil.”
He insisted though, as he pulled out a small box from a pocket inside of his dorm's uniform. “But I wanted to… I couldn’t stand the thought of you wearing that necklace from him- so I thought I would go ahead and give you something… more sentimental.”
It was a beautiful golden necklace- but despite it being a similar color to the one Malleus had gifted her, it was nowhere near similar in design. The chain was of a thicker design, and the pendant portion of it… it was the heart with the dagger through it. The same design that Vil wore in his hair. Y/N could feel his gaze on her as she held it in her hand and admired it. It was beautiful- and it was something from Vil. It meant so much more to her than some necklace that had history tied to it and given to her out of tradition- because he had picked it specifically for her- had seen it and wanted her to wear it. He thought about her like she had been thinking about him during the weeks they were apart.
“I don't expect you to wear it outright in public since I'm aware it would be suspicious to your dorm mates… but I want you to have this and think of me.” He walked around her, bringing the necklace around her neck and clipping it behind her neck. She shivered at the feeling of his breath so close to her neck. “Whether you wear it underneath your clothing or when you are in the safety of your own dorm- when you feel it close to your heart- think of me.”
”I will.” She assured him, touching it with her fingers. She was such a hypocrite! It was truly terrible how Vil overrides her senses- her right from wrongs and things that she would never allow anyone else to do or get away with. Only Vil could kiss her, sleep with her- but Malleus entering her dorm was too far. Only Vil could gift her such jewelry and she would gladly wear it- gladly claim herself as his- but not Malleus, she would not be claimed by him and had even taken great offense to the gesture after thinking about it. Just the thought had her mind darkening- because she would eventually have to return back to her dorm and be confronted eventually by him. “I’ll wear it everyday…”
While back home, she did not call on him. She did not invite him over or offer to visit him- she simply secluded herself from anyone outside of Evergreen Garden. Perhaps he would get the hint that she was displeased- that she did not want to see him this semester, and he would grant her wish. That would be too much to hope for though, she knew that.
Vil then granted her her greatest wish since leaving campus, he leaned down and placed a kiss on her lips. The first since they had returned- and she could feel her lips tingle from the contact as he pulled away. She pulled away momentarily, adding; “If it makes you feel better, I left Malleus' necklace back in Briar Valley- where it belongs. I wasn’t going to be wearing it anyhow…”
He beamed, as if genuinely glad of the fact. ”That makes me feel so much better somehow.” He kissed her again, and then again and again. And she kissed him a few times as well. She lost track exactly how many kisses they shared- and figured out that this must have been what ‘making out’ was.
When she finally did come back to her dorm, it was evening. Dinner had already finished, though it didn't matter as she had dinned with the Pomefiore dorm- who had welcomed her. She sat at the end of the table with Vil, Rook and Epel- all sharing stories from their winter break. Y/N recalled about her sister- how she had started to become more independent and how Y/N was missing when they were children. Aside from that though, she avoided talking any further about her family. She would eventually share with Rook more about her aunt- but for now, they would need to wait for a more private conversation for her to recant what she had learned.
The necklace Vil had given her had eventually warmed up against her skin, and became unnoticeable to her whilst she talked. However, occasionally if she moved in just the right way, she would feel the warm metal brush across her skin, a reminder of Vil. She would smile to herself, and then touch the pendant over her clothing- and Vil would catch her- giving her a small smile back and touching a similar spot on his chest.
How she had missed school. How she had missed Vil.
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Y/N was up and out of the dorm quickly, rushing to campus and to her classes. As she had gotten dressed in the morning, the first thing she wore was the necklace Vil had gifted her- just as it had been the last thing she had taken off the night before. She would have slept in it if she didn't worry about the clasp breaking while she slept. When she had gone through her dorm halls and even through the main Lounge towards the entrance, she was relieved to see she did not run into any familiar faces- for she did not know if she would have the strength to confront them.
Shame was definitely weighing on her consciousness- a type of contrition that she had not felt with her mother and grandmother when she had visited. Perhaps because Lilia had been nothing but kind to her… had never made her feel like she was pressured and often took her side into consideration with most things. But he also cared about Malleus deeply, and she didn’t- and that’s where they parted ways. Still though… she wished she didn’t feel as if talking to Lilia or Silver would expose her secret-
The days passed, and it seemed luck had been on her side as she had not run into Sebek, Silver, Lilia or Malleus. Thank the sevens, truly. She was still training her emotions and face to not betray her.
She also had been sitting next to Vil in Poison refinement on the days they did have it. On the first day, when she entered and took a seat at an empty table, Vil had occupied the seat next to her. She could see Cater look over to her, confused as to what had changed in the months since- but she could only shrug and pretend she wasn’t sure herself. When no one was looking, she would scootch her foot closer to his and touch it lightly, and he would rub against her back. However, as soon as anyone even turned their head- they moved away and pretended they did not even know each other well. It was a game she almost enjoyed- making the dull class more lively…
It was at lunch when she approached the Pomefiore table- which Vil had insisted she sat at now. It was a jarring change compared to where the Diasomnia dorm usually presided, closer to the edges of the dining room near the windows. Where Vil, Rook and Epel sat though was closer to the center- surrounded by various other students and dorms.
Y/N saw that the seat next to Vil was open and available- and because she had agreed to eat lunch with them, it seemed only natural she would sit there- next to Vil. So, there she sat, placing her lunch tray down, and sitting in the chair. When she sat, Vil gave her a passing look, like he was glad she was there, but something more was troubling him as he mulled over his food in front of him. “Hey, is… everything alright?”
She looked over to Epel and Rook- who both had a look on their face like they knew what was the issue but wouldn’t voice it outright. Rook was the first to speak up- “There was a meeting held the other day discussing the Song and Dance Championship.”
She had heard about it in passing, and remembered the conversation she had had with her sister back at home. “Ah yes, that’s happening in less than two months.” Vil only let out a small hum and she raised an eyebrow. “I’m guessing the meeting didn’t go too well? Judging by your response- it seems there is more to it than that.”
”The meeting went about as well as one could expect. Almost all of the housewardens are involved in the event either one way or another- I just hope they can fulfill the expectations that everyone has on our school- to honor and respect the Championship and the historical meaning of it.” Vil raised a hand to his forehead- not touching his face (probably to avoid ruining his makeup) but placed it near his hair line. “Honestly though, I am just thinking about all the work our dorm must get started on. We still have to host auditions ourselves- and get together a solo act and an ensemble together…”
Y/N watched as he picked at the salad in front of him. She looked down at her own food, taking hold of the apple on her tray, spinning it around before picking it up and taking a bite of it. After swallowing, she replied; “Well, I wish you all luck on that. I can understand how difficult that must be- if you need any help, I would be more than happy to assist-” She was cut off though as a voice pierced through their conversation.
“Y/N Galloway- I’ve been looking everywhere for you-“ she tensed at the sound of that voice, the use of her full given name- she knew who it was without even needing to turn around. She quickly chewed on the apple in her mouth, swallowing and putting it down on her tray like she didn’t even touch it. It was so stupid how even holding an apple made her feel like she had incriminated herself- and taking a bite of said apple… Well she had done that in more than one way…
She cleared her throat- her voice higher than usual as she greeted her dorm mate. ”Lilia… how good to see you-” Y/N said, startled at her friend standing at the table that she shared with Epel, Rook and Vil. She almost felt guilty- like she had been caught somewhere she should not be- but then brushed it aside. There was nothing wrong with her sitting with her friends- and she wasn’t doing anything wrong (in the moment).
“And you as well. I was just stopping by when I saw you over here and figured now was a good time to ask if you would be available later today?” He smiled and looked at her- his eyes looked so old sometimes if that was even possible. Outwardly, he looked no older than any of the other students who attended NRC, but Y/N knew the truth- he reminded her of her grandmother- forever the face of youth but an old presence, the way they walked and talked.
She opened her mouth and then closed it- but opened it again. She wanted to respond- she wasn’t doing anything later and had no real reason to deny it- and she also couldn’t lie to him about it. How funny it was- she could find it in herself to lie about Vil, but not about what she was doing later. If anything, it should have been easier to lie now than before. She didn’t need to say anything though as Vil stepped up: ”I am sorry Lilia, but Y/N has already agreed on coming over to the Pomefiore dorm for us to help her practice auditions for the Song and Dance Championship.” He was calm as the words came out of his mouth- and she was amazed at how believable his words sounded.
Lilia looked surprised, and then delighted- clapping his hands together. ”The Song and Dance Championship? Ah, I was unaware you were auditioning Y/N! What exciting news- so am I.” He seemed to believe Vil, and she released a breath that she had held in her chest.
She nodded: ”haha, yeah- I… forgot about it.” Her hands dropped to her lap, as she fidgeted with her fingers underneath the table. “Sorry Lilia, How about another day we get together and talk?”
He accepted that, nodding. He looked between the four of them- and then at the apple on her tray. He was smart- very smart- and could probably read between the lines. She had never eaten an apple for lunch before. “Yes, yes I will find you another day then.” He confirmed- and she beamed. “Enjoy your lunch- and your apple!” He pointed and Y/N nearly choked as he walked off.
She waited till he was gone from her sight and until she felt it was safe to talk openly- and turned to Vil. ”Thank you Vil- You saved me.” She placed her hand over her chest, and could feel the necklace under her button up shirt.
Vil smiled, but it wasn’t reassuring. ”I was not lying or covering for you- that is the truth. I want you to come over to the Pomefiore dorm and start practicing for the Song and Dance Championship.” He spoke- and it seemed his mood had improved just slightly as he informed her of what he had decided.
Her smile quickly dropped from her face- and confusion replaced it. “Excuse me?” She tilted her head- and gave Vil a look as if he had grown a second head.
He looked right back at her- this time a sternness in his voice. “You heard me.”
She looked to Epel and Rook- Epel simply looked at her with a pitiful glance- no doubt he was in the same boat as her. And Rook seemed overjoyed at their interaction. “Madmoiselle Fleur- perhaps Roi du Poison is right. You could try and audition, it would not hurt.”
She turned her head. Was she being set up? First Vil and now Rook? ”Rook- you know I don't perform. I've never been good at dancing- actually, scratch that- I don't dance. At all. And in order to do well and win the Song and Dance Championship- one has to… Sing and Dance.”
“You will be fine.” Rook affirmed.
She took a moment to think- but then sighed. It was pointless- she wouldn't be able to turn them down and disappoint her two friends. Besides, what could it hurt? She would try, fail and then go back to her normal studies and life- watching as everything unfolded and assisting how she could (within her own talents and realm of ability). “Fine-” She conceded- and that earned her some pleased murmurs. As they all stood up to dismiss themselves, Y/N grabbed her bag. She still had one last class to attend- and from what she remembered, so did Vil and Rook.
Epel tried to sneak away without saying anything- however his attempt was thwarted by a manicured finger pointing at him and stopping him in his tracks. ”And you-” Vil turned to Epel, who looked startled, his posture going rigid and correcting itself as Vil addressed him. “You have best be practicing for the auditions as well. After this, I am aware you have a free period, in which case you shall be practicing your vocals.” Vil crossed his arms, and Epel nodded. “I recommend heading to the well and singing into it. The echo from it helps to hear one's voice more clearly and figure out how you need to correct it.”
”Yes Vil.” Epel seemed disappointed at the turn of events- probably because he thought he had gotten away with being reminded of his own audition with the attention that had been focused on Y/N. He grimaced, as he turned and left the dining hall- as they all did as well.
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Y/N could feel the sweat roll down her forehead, as she finished up with the choreography that she had been taught. Everyone had been told that the piece they were using for auditions was some song that had been extremely popular the previous year; ‘Piece of my World’ was the name, and there was a dance that accompanied it that could be found all over the internet. Vil had sent her the link, and she had watched the video multiple times- even falling asleep to the song one night after staying up late to study. In the video, it didn't look too hard- so she should be able to pull it off…
Oh, how wrong she had been.
She huffed out. This was her umpteenth time doing the same moves again. Her body felt more sure of what she was doing, but her mind was still hesitant she could actually look like what had been shown to her. “I feel like I’m going to collapse.” She finally spoke through the music as she danced. She moved the arms above her head, angled just slightly- and then the music paused. She continued talking. “I knew it would be hard to learn the choreography in less than a week- but I didn’t know it would be this hard-“
“It’s because we are using muscles that you haven’t normally used in excess like this before.” She held the pose where the music had stopped- and Vil approached her. He examined her stance, and then angled her arms the way they should have been in that moment. He then placed his hand on her chest, which was too far extended, and pushed lightly on it- fixing that as well. “It takes strategy and precision with each step- no movement is for nothing. It all adds up to the artistic expression of the performance.”
She nodded. “I know… but- do you really think I’ll be able to do this?” Her voice was much softer at the question. “Because- even if I advance past auditions, and I am picked, then I would still need to master the next dance routine picked, and that would have to be learned in a month at most.” She relaxed her posture, lowering her arms and returning to her normal stance.
”Then it would just be a similar process as we are doing now. You have the moves memorized Y/N, which is always the hardest part- now it's about conveying the emotions through how you execute it.” He pulled out a handkerchief- one so nice that she moved her head away when he tried to wipe the sweat from her brow with it. But he was determined, taking her chin between his fingers and wiping her forehead anyways. She probably looked a mess, but he didn't seem to look at her any differently.
”Hm.” She hummed. “I trust you Vil- so I will do as you say…” Which was the truth- if she was doing something wrong, or if she simply was not cut out to perform, she would trust that Vil would be diligent in telling her the truth (which he always had- even with her practices as he constantly corrected and analyzed her every position).
Vil looked her over again, and she could feel his eyes roaming over her body- though not in a sexual way- but that didn't matter. Once the thought entered her mind, it was like she couldn't get it out. He tapped his chin with one of his long fingers, as he thought over something. He then handed her a water bottle, seeming to convene their practice for the day. “We should work on your flexibility next- stretching your legs before and after we start practice, and focusing on your joints should help…”
She smirked, turning her head and before taking a sip of her water, mumbling out; “I know a different way we could do that…” He snapped his head in her direction- and she chuckled at his reaction. She was joking of course, but maybe it was partially true- she would let him decide that.
“How crass of you…” He scoffed, a smile on his own face. She turned her head away, opening her water and tipping her head back to drink from the bottle. However, as she did so, Vil added; “...Perhaps I'll take it into consideration if you do well during auditions.”
She nearly choked on her water at that- Maybe she wouldn't mind practicing everyday.
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The day of auditions came quickly. When she arrived at the Pomefiore dorm, it seemed there were almost more students there than the lounge could accommodate. Y/N was wearing her P.E uniform, the same thing she had worn during her private practices with Vil- and it seemed like so were the majority of other students. There were students from all the dorms present- even ones from the Diasomnia dorm, which she recognized and greeted as she entered. Vil, Rook and Epel were nowhere to be seen, but that was expected as they were the hosts and most likely completing the last of the preparations for the auditions to run as smoothly as they could.
She walked around before seeing Cater, walking up to him as if they were true acquaintances. “Ah, It's a welcome sight to see you here.” She spoke as she walked up to him. “I was not aware you also were into the arts, Cater.”
”Yeah, Well I figured it would look good on my Magicam, especially with Vil performing this year!” Ah, so it was for Magicam- that made more sense. “How about you? I saw you recently got a phone- so are you doing this for Magicam as well?”
”No- no no not at all- I was doing this as a favor to a friend actually-” She explained. “Honestly, it doesn't matter much to me if I get it or not…”
A group of individuals entered and approached her and Cater- it was the same two boys that had caught her and Vil in the library last semester! She was able to recognize them by their hair and their drawn on symbols on their face- heartslabyul students without a doubt. And their friend- the magicless student- was with them as well as that fire cat creature. She had never talked to them- much less, given them much thought- though she had heard stories of all their crazy mishaps they have gotten into. She worried for a minute that they had perhaps recognized her- but it seems they didn’t as they simply gave her a glance over.
The red head must have overheard their conversation- as he raised his hand to the back of his neck and shook his head "Aren't you being way too shallow about it…”
Cater laughed at that- ”Pfft- I'm pretty sure most people here are like me, actually. Check out Exhibit A over there.” He pointed to another student from Savannahclaw that was practicing in a different corner and who seemed rather confident in himself. Y/N was sure that Cater’s words had merit to them- and wouldn’t be surprised if indeed, at least 75% of this room was auditioning on the basis of receiving money and/or fame.
Without any warning, a figure appeared behind them- but they weren’t just behind the group, but hanging from the ceiling- which meant it could only be one person: “Ah hello Cater, Hello Y/N- fancy seeing the both of you here.” Lilia said casually as he crossed his arms and stood as if he were upright.
The first years that had joined them all screamed- frightened and caught off guard. Lilia obviously took delight and was charmed by their reactions. He chuckled- jumping down from the ceiling. “Kee Hee Hee! A perfect reaction. Heartslabyul students are always so full of vim and vigour.”
“Lilia-!” She chuckled and covered her mouth. If there was anything about Lilia, it was that he could make her laugh. “That was rather funny…” she admitted.
As Cater chatted with the first years- Lilia and Y/N conversed- though it was brief.
”I am simply surprised, but am glad you are here and widening your horizon.” Lilia continued. So it seemed he really had not expected her to
”Well, I was in the Performing arts club- so it should not come as a complete surprise to you…” She laughed awkwardly, putting a hand behind her head to rub her neck. “I simply dropped out of it because of the overload of school work in my first semester- and wanting to keep up with my grades… but I’ve always enjoyed singing and figured this was a good way to get back into it.” She really dropped out because of Vil and what had happened- but he didn't need to know that.
”If anyone could sing, it's always been the Galloways. I remember tales being told about your grandmother's voice hundreds of years ago- it scared humans away from the forests who thought her a spirit coming to haunt them” Lilia recounted, and Y/N’s face softened. She started to feel compunction in her heart- her consciousness speaking to her and remembering how Lilia was much more than just one of her dorm mates- he was like family to her. It was ridiculous she was avoiding him… “Y/N-”
“Hm?”
”I believe there is something important we must discuss- privately.” Y/N breathed in a deep breath- anxiety rising in her. “I simply did not want to say anything in front of the Pomefiore students, however I think it best you find me later on when you are available- as soon as possible, please.” He wasn't angry- which is what she expected- but rather seemed genuinely concerned. It wasn't a surface level of concern either- she would like to think she had gotten rather good at reading Lilia (and all her friends) emotions and was able to see this went far beyond something trivial.
She closed her eyes, shifting her posture and nodding. “Yes Lilia.” She agreed- and almost acted as she would if her own mother, grandmother or grandfather requested something of her. That is simply how much she respected and listened to Lilia. Y/N tapped her foot before asking; “Is this about Malleus?”
Lilia opened his mouth, about to respond, however in that moment, Epel, Rook and Vil entered the room- with specifically Rook and Vil seeming to glide as they walked. They were the definition of elegant- the very pinnacle of all the Pomefiore dorm stood for. And Epel… Epel was there too. He was a step up from everyone else as well- but still was not as elegant. It seemed Y/N and Lilia would need to finish this conversation later on (again)- however the next time he brought it up, she doubted she would get away with putting it off again.
Everyone’s attention turned towards Vil- it was impossible not to. He was like the sun- everyone needed to orbit around him, gravitated towards him- so what exactly did that make Y/N? “I find it difficult to believe that anyone on this campus would be ignorant of who I am, but courtesy dictates an introduction all the same.” He held the same amount of pomp she would expect of him, especially as he addressed everyone. Of course everyone would know who he is, if not for his career then for his role as the Housewarden of Pomefiore. “I am Vil Schoenheit, housewarden of Pomefiore.” And there it was. “This year, the head mage has assigned me a duty… To select entrants to compete in the Song & Dance Championship.” There was an electricity in the air at those words. It seemed everyone was ready without even needing to say anything. “We will now begin the ensemble auditions. Rook, take it away.”
It was Rook’s turn as he turned to all of the students and spoke: “I am Rook Hunt, vice housewarden of Pomefiore- A pleasure to make your acquaintances. We will have each of you perform the assigned set piece. You will be evaluated separately for singing and dancing.” He motioned to the hallway- “The auditions will be in groups of three. Come inside when your name is called.”
And just like that, people parted ways for Vil and Rook to head into the Ballroom and called the first group.
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Epel joined her later on as she waited- as Lilia spoke with the group of first years and students from the Heartslabyul dorm. He had changed into his own P.E uniform compared to his Dorms uniform when he had first entered. “Hey Y/N- are you ready to audition?”
”Not really- but im as ready as i’ll ever be- so I have no choice. How about you? Did you practice, and go to the well like Vil said would help?” She asked, and he shook his head.
”I did go to the well, but it hardly helped- I’d get out a few notes and then start chokin’. It was a real mess…” He lamented, and Y/N grimaced.
”Well- im sure we will both try our best and do great.” They waited there and watched as group after group went in ahead of them. Eventually, Lilia also went in and did his audition- and then it was just a few students left in the lounge.
When it was down to the last 20 students or so, Epel, Y/N and another student were called in to audition. They approached the Ballroom entrance and entered. The room was warm- proof people had been in here and giving their all during their auditions. Vil and Rook sat towards one end of the room- the floor wide open and ready. Epel went first- performing the same song and dance as everyone.
He was good- in fact he was really good, and Y/N watched fascinated at how he moved and did the same exact dance as she had been taught- but better. Around the main chorus section however, it seemed his footing missed and scraped against the floor- causing him to almost lose balance- however he quickly adjusted himself and managed to continue on as if it did not happen. The music cut at the end, and he relaxed as soon as it did.
”Monsieur Pommette. How truly charming and sweet! You've improved greatly in all respects.” Rook clapped and applauded for Epel- however Vil did not seem as pleased with the display in front of him as he crossed his arms and shook his head. “Beaute! Full Marks!”
“Yet again, he messed up before the hook. He may perform flawlessly in rehearsals, but it means nothing if he still flubs the show.” Vil's words cut through Rook's praise- and definitely soured the mood a bit. Y/N winced as she watched Epel walk over to the sideline where she stood as the next name was called out from Vil; “Y/N Galloway.”
When she stepped up for her turn, she realized she had only ever danced in front of Vil. She had not been prepared for the difference a few more sets of eyes would make on her confidence. Despite that though, she did exactly as she had learned. When the instrumental started, she sang- that came easy. The words flowed from her mouth without a problem- probably being able to sing for hours on end with no issue. But combine that with the dance- and she found herself straining to keep her lungs filled with air and a steady note.
But it was just like practice. No- what she did have a problem with was the actual dance part of her audition. Even as she danced- she found herself internally cursing at herself as she fell into some of her bad habits- her chest too extended, her arms not quite right. No doubt Vil would chew her out later for it.
When it finally concluded- she took a deep breath into her lungs which had been depleted after the final note. She looked to the two of her friends- now judging her- and let out an exasperated sigh as she relaxed for a moment. She wasn’t sweating which was good- but she certainly needed a moment.
Rook clasped his hands together, clapping for her as she finished. She didn't think she was that good, but Rook seemed enthusiastic about her performance. “How wonderful Mademoiselle Fleur! I knew of your singing abilities but the way you move, the gracefulness of your expression and concentration is one like a work of art! Beaute! Full Marks!” She laughed- full marks, just like he had given to Epel- though perhaps they really were both that good…
Vil was less lenient in his ranking, which she fully expected and welcomed at this point. It was far from her best take- and she knew he would come down hard on her like he had Epel. “Her dancing still leaves something to be desired- it was rigid and rather awkward to watch-” He wrote something down on the paper in front of him. “Her singing does make up for it though…” That’s all he said though as she was dismissed with her group after the last person performed. The next group came in, taking their place after being called, and passed them as they walked down the hallway.
Epel sighed as they walked out of the ballroom after the third person in their group went up and auditioned. He was clearly defeated as his accent slipped through. She noticed it was always more evident when Vil wasn’t around- and she felt slightly bad for him. “Dangnabit-“ he cursed under his breath. “I tried so hard- all to still not be good enough for Vil-“
Y/N frowned, scrunching her eyebrows together as she placed a hand on his shoulder. “You tried your best, Epel, that’s all you can do.” She tried to cheer him up. “I thought you were amazing. I know this isn’t exactly what you wanted to do- but I’m sure Vil appreciates it greatly- even just stepping outside of your comfort zone and trying something new.”
He looked to her, and then asked; “How ‘bout you though? You also were roped into this- and you aren’t even in Pomefiore-“ he seemed confused and frustrated as he asked. "Aint’ you also angry?
Y/N simply chuckled and shook her head. “I might as well be in the Pomefiore dorm with how often I am around here…” she mumbled and looked to the side. “And… no, I’m not. It’s true, I wouldn’t have volunteered for this- but I can see it means a lot to Vil.” She pursed her lips together. “And I want to make him happy.”
But Epel scoffed and shook his head. ”I doub’ anything but the trophy for the Song and Dance Championship will make em happy at this point.”
What Epel said may have been true… but she found herself loving him all the more for his dedication towards his goal. He saw something that he wanted and was working hard and diligently towards achieving it- not giving up. Even though he had criticized her dancing- she took no offense, and actually thought it funny how terrible she was. Perhaps they would be able to laugh about this after it was all said and done. But- as for Epel, all she could do was offer a small hum and walk with him outside to wait for the rest of the auditions to be done.
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She had continued hanging out with her Pomefiore friends with no mention of the auditions being brought up again. She remembered one of the warnings when auditioning was that if she didn't hear back about it then it means she simply wasn't picked- and with each day that passed, she found herself becoming more and more eased.
After all, Vil still sat with her during class- even sometimes brushing his fingers against hers underneath the table. And sometimes- if they locked eyes from across the room- he would tap his chest and she would look down and smile to herself as she did the same. It had become their own way of saying things that couldn't be said outloud in front of others. As if they were saying to one another; You have my heart. And If they did so in front of Rook, well, he simply chuckled and would go on a tangent about the beauty of love or something along those lines.
Really, life could not have been going better for those few days after the audition. And then the day of announcements for the SDC auditions came, and an arrow was shot at Y/N- an arrow from her dear friend with a letter attached to it.
“Thank you for taking part in the Song and Dance Championship auditions. You have passed our rigorous screening process and have been chosen. Please report to the Pomefiore ballroom after school today.”
She held the note in her hands as they shook. How… How in great sevens had she actually passed!? This had to have been rigged or an unfair advantage- but… Vil and Rook wouldn't do that to her (she hoped). So… then she had really been picked?
She looked around, paranoid that someone may have seen what just occurred before she stuffed the note into her school bag and tried to go about her day… The few hours until after school felt like an eternity- and she was almost glad for it. She would need to have a few words with Vil later on.
The Canary has found peace- though she is unaware of where she is going or what she is now doing, she finds that her actions are of her own free will and volitation. And it seems she is more than content to sit on a branch and admire the Peacock for now- singing out her song for him.
For those interested in “Eternal Youth”- the next chapters are gonna take place during Book 5/SDC plot- and I have yet to play book 5- so if it’s all over the place or not accurate, I apologize 😭💔
Im literally watching YouTube videos trying to understand it and plot it out-
Also- I love this scene sm 😭🫶
For those interested in “Eternal Youth”- the next chapters are gonna take place during Book 5/SDC plot- and I have yet to play book 5- so if it’s all over the place or not accurate, I apologize 😭💔
Im literally watching YouTube videos trying to understand it and plot it out-
Like You...
Plot: Inspired by "Sienna" By The Marias
In which Y/N dreams of the child she might have had with the love of her life only for it all to be just a dream...
(Takes place during Book 7)
Wasn't there some saying about having children and them being lessons that one did not learn when they were children? There should be, because as Y/N watched and enraptured by her daughter- she was surely thinking that when she was a child, she was not nearly as smart as her own daughter. All she could do is watch in amazement as her daughter combed her hands through all the dresses that the attendants brought her- shooing away the ones that displeased her with such grace that it was impossible to believe she was only 5 years old.
Her blonde curls framed her rounded face- frowning with determination as she was clothed in a dress with puffed sleeves that stopped short of her elbows and in a royal purple color that made her eyes look even paler in comparison. There was a golden ribbon that wrapped around the waist loosely, and what had supposedly been a bow was now lying limp- untangled.
How time had flown by so quickly, without anyone even catching it. It had at least been a decade since Y/N and Vil’s last year at NRC as third years. They did their fourth year off campus in their own respective apprenticeships, and when they reunited after their almost year long break… well…
“No! It’s not right-“ The little girl cried out irritated. She motioned to the bow on her dress, clearly tied wrong. “It’s supposed to go like this- not that-“ her sentences, though longer, were still extremely simple as she huffed and puffed and got frustrated at the ribbon in her hands. They were too inexperienced- her motor skills still not completely developed- and so, though she tried her hardest to tie it correctly, the ribbon did not obey to her will. She almost looked exactly like- no. She DID look exactly like Vil in that moment, her chubby hands on her waist and the tapping of her foot- frustrated at the circumstances. She turned to her mother, holding out her dress skirt towards her- “Help.” Was all she said and Y/N sighed at her daughters orders.
If Vil was the queen (and he was), their daughter was the princess undoubtedly- and the princess always got what she wanted. Y/N obeyed her daughter, though corrected her words. “It’s ‘Help me, please?’” Y/N crouched down, now at face level. “Do you want to try?”
She pursed her little lips- as if reluctant to ask rather than demand… but she was so sweet when she wanted to be. And so she lifted her little face, and with a smile, she asked; “Help me, please?” She was so cute that Y/N couldn't even contain herself! Her violet eyes sparkled and even her light eyelashes were so long that she almost didn’t look real- like she was a doll. She had certainly taken after her father, and it was for the best she had- though her attitude was something to be desired.
The attendants were no where in sight now- even though the dress shop had been emptied for the mother and daughter so that they could browse privately without the paparazzi catching sight. Her and Vil had agreed early on that they would shield their daughter from the public- so that she would have time to grow up, and be unaffected by others words or judgment on her. She would be able to be her own person- not be influenced by opinions on her father, or what her own role should be in life. By keeping her from the public, they were also ensuring that everything she did in life would be of her own effort and volition.
A rustle came from behind the curtain that separated the dressing room from the rest of the boutique- however, instead of another sales associate with an arm full of more clothing, her beloved poked his head in. “Dear!” Y/N stood from her place beside her daughter, greeting her husband and placing a kiss on his cheek. “You said you wouldn't be able to join us today-”
”I did, but I couldn't bear the thought of my family shopping without me- and I knew you and I have hardly had any time together. So, I worked twice as hard to ensure I would be able to meet you here. Perhaps we can grab a nice dinner whilst in town, how does that sound?” It was like listening to rain when he spoke- so easy on the ears- and he said everything she wanted to hear. He always knew how to make her happy- like he was from a dream.
Their daughter took notice of her father, and her smile widened into a large grin and her eyes widened. She walked over towards Vil, a small pep in her step as she finally reached him- raising her arms and expecting to be picked up. He also obeyed her, because it seemed even the queen could not deny the princess anything. “The fairest in the lands and in my heart-” He held her on his hip and placed a soft kiss to her hair that matched his own. “Have you been behaving for mama?” He asked, brushing the stray stands of baby hairs down, though it seemed like no matter how hard he tried, they were persistent in sticking up at odd angles.
“Yes!” She wrapped her arms around his neck, hugging Vil, and he returned the gesture gladly. He looked so natural with her- and had been so diligent when she had first become pregnant with their daughter. He had started reading books about how to not only physically but emotionally be able to care for ones child, and even taken classes- applying himself even more so than if it was any of his jobs. She pushed herself off of him finally, kicking her feet to be let down. When he did so, she put out her arms and twirled around. “What do you think papa? Do I look pretty?”
His eyes softened. “You look perfect to me Kleine- absolutely beautiful.” It seemed like he could not deny his weakness for their daughter either, as the both of them watched her continue her search for more clothing. She continued by making her way back out into the boutique, with Y/N and Vil following behind her and observing.
Y/N leaned in while their daughter shook her head adamantly at a pair of red and blue shoes- clearly not a fan of them. “She gets it from you, y’know?” Y/N whispered, and Vil leaned in towards his wife, raising an eyebrow.
“Does she?” He crossed his arms over his chest, looking towards their child. “If i seem to recall, you certainly had a part in her creation as well.”
Y/N chuckled. “Maybe just a little bit. You could hardly see my contribution though when she is an exact replica of you-” She gestured.
”She did get your smile.” Vil counters- still watching their daughter walk around, feeling fabrics. The playfulness dropped from his voice, becoming something gentler and more sincere. “Im glad, as its her best trait… What I would give to see both of you smile for me for the rest of our lives.”
”Vil-” Y/N started, on the verge of crying as her eyes watered, but she was saved as their daughter called out and let out a delighted squeal.
”Eeeehh! This one, this one!” She jumped up and down- unable to contain her excitement as both her parents came rushing over to her to see what she was holding. In her small arms was a dress that was a pale lilac color, almost bordering on pink. She held it up and exclaimed “This is the perfect dress for me!” It certainly looked like it was made for a princess as it sparkled with glitter and other small jewels sewn into the neckline.
Vil raised the garment for inspection, rubbing the material between his hands just as their daughter had. Everyone looked, waiting to see if the Queen himself approved- and with bated breath it was finally released with a nod of his head. “Do you truly love it Kleine?” She nodded her head, and Vil handed it to the nearby sales associate. “Please get this in her size and add it to our tab.” The lady was more than happy to do just that, taking the garment and walking off towards the backroom to package it.
”Im done- im getting tired and hungry papa.” The girl sighed.
”Then let us go eat dinner, hm?” Y/N reached down and picked her up. After gathering their bags of clothes, the family walked out of the boutique together. Luckily, it was a slow day in town, and so hardly anyone saw the family together, with both Y/N and Vil sporting sunglasses to conceal their eyes and a delicate scarf being tied over their daughters head to hide her face from possible cameras and the suns harsh light. Her skin was still so delicate that too much sun easily burnt her and irritated the skin- and so a scarf or small hat had helped when outside.
They were walking down the sidewalk, which was abnormally empty now that she really thought about it. It was like everyone had disappeared besides the shop keepers- but they also all minded their own business. But that suited her just fine- the less people who approached them, the better.
And then, of course they were stopped eventually- however it was by a director that Vil had worked with on multiple projects previously. Y/N didn't know him personally, but was more than happy to walk ahead and meet him at the restaurant so that they could get a seat by the aquarium. Their daughter enjoyed the aquarium and fish that decorated it.
”Are you sure Leibling?” Y/N nodded her head enthusiastically, and Vil sighed. “I am sorry my love, I’ll only be a moment.” He placed a kiss to his wife head and she went on her way with their daughter in her arms. But then… something odd happened.
She was outside the restaurant, about to go in, when she heard his voice from around the corner in a nearby alleyway. She walked around the corner, confused. She could have sworn she heard him- but perhaps it was an echo of his voice from down the way? She looked around, and then she saw him. Her eyes widened as she stepped forward- “How did you get here love? Was there a backway that I was unaware of that was faster?” She asked- still unaware of what was going on.
He looked different- the same but different. This was her Vil… but at the same time, not the Vil that was the father of her daughter. He looked startled, and a bit flustered as he spoke with such worry; “That isn't your child Y/N. Yo-” He stopped to correct himself. “We don't have a child.”
She frowned, her arms wrapping tighter around her daughter as the person with the face of her love dared to spew such blasphemy towards her; “W-what?” She narrowed her eyes, and even though the group of people who had cornered her couldn't see her eyes, she was sure they could see her eyebrows and just how displeased she was. “Who are you?! What are you talking about? Is this some kind of cruel prank?” It had to be- the cruelest of pranks imaginable as a person with the face of her husband denied their daughter’s existence. She gritted her teeth at that- she would kill them.
He approached her, and with every step he took towards her, she took one step backwards. Where was everyone? Why weren't there any people on the street nearby? Where was her Vil? “We’ve never gotten married, you are still a student at NRC and have never been pregnant. ” His hands were firm on her shoulders, disrupting her silk blouse. He had gifted it to her after he had taken their daughter shopping, and claimed he had seen it in the window and thought she would look good in it. She blinked, startled by his steel gaze, and how determined he seemed in his words. But, she could also feel her daughters body hanging onto her own, and how she shook in fear. “If you had graduated and this is real, then remember our graduation-”
“I- No. I don’t know what you mean-“ She argued back. A pounding in her temple throbbed, and she almost doubled over due to the pain. She felt so weak, and like she was trying to remember something- but it was slipping her mind. NRC… she had finished, and graduated… but then why couldn't she even remember the ceremony? Actually, she didn't recall any memories before the birth of her daughter- just vague statements she knew were true.
The stranger pressed on; “What’s her name then?” He motioned to her daughter, who was now hiding in her shoulder. She couldn't see her daughters face, but it was engrained into her memory at this point- her blonde, thin hair, her violet eyes, round cheeks that puffed out when angry- “When is her birthday? How are you able to go shopping without being followed- despite knowing anywhere I go I am bound to be found and watched.”
“I don't have to answer you! I know my own child's name, and her birthday- I know everything!” She yelled out now- startling the other group members- but Vil remained unchanged in his expression as he watched her. “Her name is…. Her name-“ and two things came to her at once: the first was her daughters name- which had slipped her mind- or perhaps, had never ever been real. “… is Reina.” Reina. The second thing she remembered: Reina was what she would have named the daughter her and Vil would have if they ever did have one… but she wasn’t real. Reina didn’t exist- and Vil had never gifted her a blouse he had seen in a window, nor had they ever gotten married. “It’s a dream.” She whispered out loud.
The moment she uttered the words, it was like the world shattered around her. It was so clear now- the colors were far too bright, she had never even visited Vil’s hometown so for all she knew this was just some random town that she had pieced together in her mind of what would be the perfect place to live. And then the child- her child, her daughter, her physical reminder of her connection to Vil- collapsed into a puddle of a black slime. She was pulled back by a strong hand on her arm, as Vil- the REAL Vil, brought her close to him- helping her to avoid getting the tar like substance on her.
”Vil…” She breathed out, and he looked down to her. He didn't need to say a word, for she knew what he was thinking. How pathetic was she- out of all her dreams she could have, her dream was to have a family with him- a child. But- she couldn't be ashamed in that moment for she felt like her heart had just been ripped out of her chest. “It was so real… I wanted it-” She sniffled, leaning into his chest. “I wanted it to be real!”
”I know Y/N…” He comforted her the little way he could- wrapping his arms around her. “I know…”