#tcf drabble

[icyteaa]

Fandom: Trash of the Count's Family

Characters: Alberu Crossman, Cale Henituse

Ship: AlbeCale

Continuation from this one shot.

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That time when he finally encountered the fate he desired so much.

Alberu is tired. His life is nothing more than a theater drama that makes him constantly act the way everyone wants him to be, even if he doesn't want to.

But then he encountered again with the rose boy that he hoped would share the same feeling as him because they were similar—a long time ago.

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Alberu is tired. Even on the last day of his senior high school; at the ceremony of his graduation, he couldn't let his guard down and act as the role model student that he is.

Sure, it's not like he wants to be delinquent or something. But it suffocates sometimes to maintain the bright smile on his face, when he knew exactly what the people he had conversation with wanted was just the benefit from the name of his family.

So after taking a lot of time to converse with any students that halt his way to the back of the hall, and then finally could get outside of many people's eyes to the rare place student will come out, Alberu let a long sigh out of his mouth.

Alberu scanned his surroundings as he walked more away from the main senior high school buildings to the boundary; where there is a junior high school building that shares the same institution as his. It was normally closed, so there was no one who was interested enough to come. But for Alberu, that quiet and calm place is the best place he needs sometimes.

That place is bounded by a wall of concrete. But there is a post where the security guards will stand by to protect the boundary between junior high school and senior high school. But in this kind of time, security guards always patrol around the buildings. So this is the best time for him to use the place as a hideout.

It caught him off guard when he saw there was already someone in the hideout—and that someone was sleeping leisurely with a few snacks around him.

The boy wears a junior high school uniform with three blue strips on his necktie that indicate he is from the 9th grade. But his long hair that touches his shoulders makes Alberu wonder what the students' council did until they missed this obvious foul.

However, from many other things that make him shake his head while tsked when he saw the boy, there is something more distinguished appearance from him that makes Alberu freeze in his place; the boy has hair as red as a rose.

And of course, that remarkable color of the boy's hair reminds him of the past. When he still naively thought that maybe gods were good enough to let him have someone he could share the same feeling; because they lost their loved one when they were very young—the wish that became a day dream without any hope became reality because in fact, he never once met the boy again.

Alberu frowned. He didn't want to make his hope up again because there is still no guarantee the boy that sleeping soundly in front of him right now is the same boy he saw a long time ago. But again, he didn't want to let go of this chance when he finally had some.

Because in fact, Alberu is tired. And the truth untold is, Alberu really wants to have someone he can trust truthfully more than any other person that just wants his family name.

Alberu finally collected his courage and walked to approach the boy. The boy is sleeping and laying his small body on the couch, while one hand is placed in front of his eyes that shut tightly.

When Alberu is close enough, he finally realizes how beautiful the boy is. The skin that is very pale like ceramics, the beautiful strand read that dangles around; the boy is like a statue that Alberu saw when he visited an art museum—or maybe, more than that.

But as he realized what he just thought, Alberu abruptly shook his head. He felt deflated because of his own mind. How could he think such a thing for a stranger he merely saw today?

Now it felt very awkward to bother the boy. Alberu screeching his neck before taking a seat on another couch beside the boy. And then, wait.

Alberu didn't know how long he waited for the boy. But after seeing the person beside him finally wake up from his soundly dream just to eat snacks with his eyes still half closed, Alberu almost couldn't control his laugh. It was a cute act that made Alberu want to squish the boy's cheek—until the boy let out his stoic voice that made Alberu flinch.

"So, until when will you wait and just stare at me?"

It caught him off guard once again when the boy suddenly stared at Alberu with eyes that looked too mature to be owned by such a young man. Alberu froze as he saw the boy change his position to sit up facing Alberu with a very smooth move before yawning.

Alberu looked at the boy and saw the full of his face and finally could confirm that the boy was the same boy he saw a long time ago in the cemetery.

But Alberu couldn't say anything as he saw the rose boy pull his eyebrows up as he scanned all over Alberu's appearance. The calm and tender voice sounds very scary to Alberu as the boy continued to ask with a cold and suspicious look on his face, "What business we might have until you waited and stared at me for almost thirty minutes, sunbae?"

> end <

I just wanted to write AlbeCale stuff but didn't have much time, so I chose to write another drabble. But now, I got attached to this plot, lol. Let's see if someday I will continue to write this again.

[icyteaa]

Fandom: Trash of the Count's Family

Character: Alberu Crossman, Cale Henituse

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That time when he saw rose under the rain.

Alberu still remembers that time. When the sky cried loudly as if it was sad at someone's funeral; and the wild animals shout out vigorously in the nearby cemetery.

It was at that time that he saw the rose stand still under the rain; but his soul withered together with the one who had already died and buried under soil—looking at the tomb soulles expression.

It was the rose he saw under the rain.

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It was raining. Maybe Alberu was bad at choosing time to visit his beloved one in this kind of weather; or contrary, it was a good time. Because rain will make fewer people come here. And thus meant, he could properly talk to his mom without feeling wary of the environment after a long while.

He just paid a glance toward the driver who was his aunt's person. One of the few people he could trust his back without worry, they would back stab him any time and the one who was always with him for a long time; more than any of his direct family.

Umbrella was the only one who accompanied him crossing the cemetery road under the cry sky. His shoes immediately soaked under the wet soil, but he didn't stop walking. He just wanted to visit his mom's tomb as fast as possible even if he couldn't do anything but stare at it.

He just missed her. And he should be satisfied with the little treat in his hand as a gift even if he wanted to give more; and receive more than just a silence in front of the tomb.

It was not long until he arrived at his mom's place. He crouched down without caring about his clothes getting dirty and placed his mom's favourite flower in front of the tomb. He then silently gazed at the tomb; cry, complain, and do whatever he wanted in his mind as he stood still for a long time there, until he was pleased and thought it was time to come home.

His way back to the car he used before didn't smooth as he had come before. There were a few people standing surrounded by a new tombstone that buried a new body under it. And he could see the one who was the dead's family and acquaintance, crying near the place.

It was not pleased to see, to be honest. It just reminded Alberu of his past self; the one who was mourning with soulless gaze as he stared at his mom's buried body in the same weather as today.

But he stood still in the back, his body facing the mourning family. His eyes focused on the young boy whose hair reminded him of rose petals. The boy's body was white as ceramic made by the best craftsman, but fragile as it would break just with one blow of wind in this kind of weather. Alberu could see it. The soulless look in the boy's face reminded him of himself.

But unlike himself, the boy now comforted the man who was maybe five times more than his age. The man who was crying with all his heart without caring about the rain hugged the young boy, as the one who was in butler outfit covering the two of them with an umbrella.

It made him hurt to see it. They may be similar, but the boy has more people that share the same feeling when his family member dies. There is someone who is crying loudly on his side. Unlike Alberu; who heard the snicker and mocking words from the so-called family members when his mom's death. They were happy about his mom's death. And they openly mock him, because his father's favour would fall from his grasp soon enough after that.

Alberu clenched his hand and turned anywhere but the boy. He felt very bad to envy the young boy who had just lost his loved one. He shook his head abruptly and walked again to leave the place. The cold atmosphere couldn't make him stop. Nor the thunder that suddenly crushed down. Alberu tried to, but he couldn't help but remember the young boy again.

The resemblance to each other makes him feel he was not alone. The red hair that reminded him of rose petals. The weather was sad for the boy; the soul that died together with the bodies under soil. They were similar. They lost their loved ones at a very young age.

If—just if they can meet with each other again, would they fulfill the hole in their hearts with one another accompany?

Alberu felt he was too optimistic that day. But he couldn't forget. About the rose under the rain he saw that time. Or about the hope he recited deep in his heart that they would meet each other again, to heal one another's grief.

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[End]

Idea:

What if Alberu saw Cale at Jour's (/Drew's) funeral when Alberu visited his mother's grave.