Him (part 2)

I ended up carrying him all the way to the first bedroom, on the first floor.

It was rather big, but the bed was still covered slightly in dust. Rake didn't mind it and still jumped on the bed.

I'm not sleeping in the same room as him. No way.

I left him on the bed and walked up the stairs, back to the bedroom on the second floor. I jumped on the bed because I know the bed is no longer covered in dust, and I took some time before finally closing my eyes.

… Today's summary.

I accepted the help from a famous human hero, known to be strong, handsome, and full of achievements.

The very person who was said to be responsible for my people's demise. The very person who started the genocide.

And he stayed by my side, doing whatever he can to keep me away from evil hands. Even after getting beaten up by me, he still wants to stay by my side.

He was feeling guilty. The sin of genocide is never so simple.

Should I… abuse it?

Or should I tell him that it was never his fault?

But that is false, because he initially wanted to defeat our kingdom in a war. In the end, he is indeed the one who is the cause of my people's genocide, the one bearing the full responsibility.

But… that is also… false.

He isn't the only one. And he never wanted genocide to begin with. All he wanted was a simple and fair war between Velborn and Ardjestyn. And even though that wish was also a sin, it is still very small when compared to the genocide that happened.

… I'm curious.

Now that things have become this way… what will happen now?

To him… to me?

What will I do? And what should I do with him?

Mom… can I even do what you asked me to do?

After a very long pointless thought, the tiredness finally took over my mind. My eyes were so tired that I just let go and closed it off. My mind began to drift, and I was expecting a nightmare to happen…

There is no dream whatsoever. I am blessed tonight.

.

In the morning, I woke up and began cleaning up. I noticed Rake was still sleeping, so I left him by himself and took a bath on my own.

As someone who is being eaten away by guilt, there is no way he is not having problems sleeping. So looking at him sleeping is so silent right now… 

"Hmm."

I hummed silently. He does look cute while sleeping.

I proceeded with my path to the bathroom and took a bath. I did it slightly in a hurry because I can't help but feel disgusted with how the bathroom is like.

Rake did say that the bathroom is the worst to clean up, but he didn't really mention how good of a clean up that he did.

… it's not that clean.

After bathing with anxiety running around in my head, I exited the bathroom and took a breath of relief. Feels great now that I'm all clean again, because I didn't really get any chance to clean myself in the past three days, mostly because I was too busy trying to survive.

How odd. I can still smell this good.

Definitely not because of the body soaps and shampoos that I always overly stack inside my storage ring. Nope.

Wearing new clothes, I began walking while still having the towel above my head. As I walk, I noticed that the air is indeed quite cold here, possibly because we are in a higher plain and that there are a stupidly dense amount of trees surrounding the house.

It's… so cold. I'm freezing, help.

I arrived in front of Rake's bedroom again, which is right next to the stairs, and I found him still sleeping.

… don't tell me.

I have to wake him up?

The whole idea of me waking him up sounded stupid, because that will just make me act as if I'm his mother.

I'm not, and if he can't get up on his own on time, then he won't need to wake up at all.

I left and began walking towards the stairs with no remorse at all.

…

Damn it…

In the end, I had to wake him up. If I want to move around in this city, there's no way I can survive all by myself. I needed him if I wanted to stroll the plaza or visit the orphanage where Luca and the others are, so in the end…

"Rake, wake up."

I called him from the door. I was expecting this method to not be working, but I didn't know much.

He didn't budge. The dude's still being silent.

… He's not dead, is he?

"Oi, human hero. It's morning already. I want to go take a stroll in the city, come on."

I spoke monotonously again, and he is still not moving.

… He really is dead, isn't he?

I let out an annoyed sigh knowing how annoying this annoyance has become. 

I entered the bedroom and gave it a little look around. From how messy the bed is, it can be said that this dude changed positions quite a lot, so he shouldn't be dead. Also his body is literally so long that his foot is already outside the bed.

Sucks being tall, huh?

I arrived next to his face outside the bed, and I folded my arms.

"Rake Ignicius… was that your last name? Can you wake up so I can walk on the streets without worrying about getting assassinated?"

I spoke coldly again, and once again, he is still not moving.

There's no way he didn't hear that, right…?

I leaned in closer.

"Rake. Raaaakeeee."

Still no reaction… what is this crap!?

I don't want to use violence, but at the same time, he is pissing me off. Let's try to be patient for a little bit. I did beat him up last night, so I don't want to resort to violence again that early in the morning.

I unfolded my arms and placed it on his shoulders.

… woah. That is one thick hand.

"Rake. Raaakeee."

I tried shaking him and called him from an even closer distance, but he is still not budging.

From this distance, I can literally see his face sleeping so calmly. The bandage on his head is already getting loose, and I can tell that his wounds are probably already closing since he is a mage.

… he got one thick eyelids, huh…?

He really is a pretty boy if you look at him closer.

Hmm, his nose is rather big too. 

How is his face so clean? I thought boys were supposed to have an even worse time with acne or any other facial issues.

D-Does he use skincares…? No way, right?

… And I dozed off.

His face was so pretty that I ended up looking at it for so long. 

I was always mesmerized with beauty. On certain days, I would dress myself nicely or put on really pretty makeup. I can spend hours in a day, just braiding my hair perfectly. I am a maniac for beauty.

So, looking at his pretty face now made me realize that Rake's appearance has what it takes to become a model.

And since I've never really seen pretty boys like him before, I ended up spending quite a while staring at his face.

Until… he opened his eyes.

Very slowly, Rake's left eye is being opened. The eye that is not on the side of the pillow is gradually showing its red color, a very beautiful red color. It's like his eyes are made out of a gem, and it is so bewitching to look at.

I found myself staring weirdly at those eyes, but then the very eyes turned itself towards me.

"… What are you doing?"

Ahh… I am so dead.

Got caught red handed, I quickly pulled my face away from his. My face was only twenty centimeters away from his when he opened his eyes, and I quickly pulled it away from him and turned it away.

"I need someone to accompany me… I can't walk on the streets alone."

I said coldly, while still having my back on him.

"Right... I'll get cleaned up first."

"Okay."

Rake then got up and began walking to the bathroom, exiting the bedroom. I turned my face to check if he truly has left the room, and I can hear the bathroom door closing.

My knees become weak, and I fell to the floor instantly.

That was… Too shameful.

How… a princess like me…

I lifted both of my hands, and I placed them on my head. I grabbed my hair tightly, and I pulled it while turning my face upwards.

I need… to bring myself together.

Being with this guy is gonna turn me mad one day. I'm sure of it.