Chapter 114 Second Night

Within the Sun capital's city, a man walked home, coming from a hard day's work. This man was Suzuki.

He walked into his house, making sure to not let his dirty work outfit dirty the house as his wife greeted him.

"Hi, darling. How was work?"

"Tiring. Like usual."

"The bath is ready."

"Thank you."

And after giving her a peck on the cheek, taking a bath and getting into clean clothes, Suzuki met up with her again on the dinner table.

As they ate, Suzuku noticed a bandage wrapped around his wife's hand, causing him to ask. "Did you get hurt somewhere?"

"Ah! This... I broke our vase."

"Which one?"

"The one your parents gave you."

"It's not the one with their ashes, right?"

"I'm not THAT careless. It's the one from our wedding."

"Oh! Well, don't think too much about it. The only thing that matters is that your okay."

"...But... it was... one of a kind."

"Don't worry. It's just a vase. We can get another one or get that one repaired. Atleast I think you can repair it."

"You can't just put the pieces back together and hope it will return the same, Suzuki."

"Yes, yes. I get it. But, what are we going to do? It's already broken, yes?"

"Sadly, yes."

"..."

"..."

"..."

"..."

"What's wrong?"

"Hmm? What do you mean 'what's wrong'?"

"Don't try to hide it from me. I am your husband after all. What is it that worries you?"

She then let out a long sigh before saying. "When I went out this morning, I heard what happened in the meeting with the Queen and the Jade region."

"Ah, I also heard about it when I was at work."

"It worries me, Suzuki. It worries me that there might be no future for us."

"Don't worry about it. Everything will be fine."

"But, what if it isn't?"

"When I went out, I couldn't help but feel this... this... suffocating feeling. It feels like everything is about to blow over."

Seeing her worried face, Suzuki stood up from his chair, walked over to her, and gave her a hug as he said. "I feel the same. But after everything blows over, we will rise from the ashes and start our new life together."

As his wife hugged back, she said. "Please. Stay safe, Suzuki."

Meanwhile, within the city palace, Queen Ame walked through the halls with an angry expression.

Behind her, Tsuku, leapt out of the window, allowing the moonlight to bathe his also angry expression.

And now, on the otherside of the valley, within the halls of the Jade region's palace, a woman with bunny ears stood by a door.

The woman wore an elegant yellow outfit. Atop her head, a bit way too many hats rested. Four to be exact.

A top hat, a crown, a fedora, and a propeller hat. All resting atop her head.

As she stood motionless infront of the door, Matt's voice rang from the otherside, saying. "Sumsa, can I go out now?"

"No."

"How about now?"

"Stop trying to be an annoying little shit and sleep already."

"Maybe, but it's not my bed time yet. Yet, yours have passed long ago, little baby."

"Don't make me come in there, Matt!"

"Do it! I call your bluff."

"You're right, I was bluffing. I know the sheer stupidity that is in your room."

"Excuse me, I prefer the term 'cultured'."

"Shut up."

Then, Sumsa noticed a figure approaching from an end of the corridor.

After immediately realizing who it was, she knelt down as she greeted. "Lord Jade. How may I help you this evening?"

A well-groomed middle-aged man with straight black hair, emerald eyes, and an imposing yet calm and humble feeling coming off of him.

With a slow turn of his head, Lord Jade was now looking at the door to Matt's room.

Matt then said from the otherside. "I'm also kneeling, Lord Jade. You can open my door and see, if you want of course."

Returning his gaze back onto Sumsa, Lord Jade then said. "No. No, thank you. Rise."

Upon his command, Sumsa, and presumably Matt, rose from the floor.

Lord Jade then asked. "What did he do this time?"

To which Sumsa replied. "The usual, Your Highness."

"I see... Then, good luck surviving the night, Sumsa. You'll need it."

"Thank you, Your Highness."

And almost immediately after Lord Jade passed, Matt, from within his room, yelled. "OI, MONKEY!!!"

And from within the very same palace, a distant yell asked. "WHAT DO YOU WANT?!!!"

To which Matt replied, still yelling his lungs out. "CAN I GET A HOOO YEAH~!!!"

To which the other voice replied. "HOOO YEAH~!!!"

Then, another voice boomed, sounding a lot like Jade, yelled. "SHUT THOSE TWO UP!!!"

Then, a distant smack was heard.

All this happened while Sumsa remained motionless, looking like she hasn't slept in centuries.

And with a deep breath, she clenched her fist, and entered Matt's room.

"No, Mommy, don't~!"

Later, another slap was heard from within the Jade capital's palace.

And back on the otherside of the valley, within a certain building in the Sun capital, Morgan leapt into an open window.

The hallway she entered was only dimly lit by the moonlight, dead silent like an abandoned house.

But as Morgan's blue eyes adjusted to the hall, she saw a man with pink braided hair, walking.

The man noticed her presence, only to give her a slight nod as the man continued his walk.

And with a swift, silent motion, Morgan ran through the corridor.

She eventually arrived at a door. Opening it, led her to a normal looking room.

Without a single bit of hesitation, she ran to the closet on the side of the room.

But after opening it, there was nothing there.

Then, Morgan slowly turned her face towards the bed.

On it, a jacket, a size too large for her, laid.

Morgan walked over and inspected it. It's yellow accents gleaming thanks to the moonlight behind her.

On top of the jacket, a basket of oranges laid. And within it's fruits, a piece of paper is sitting.

She bent down and grabbed the piece of paper before getting closer to the window.

The paper read. "These oranges don't count as dinner, Morgan."

A slight smile appear on Morgan's face as she set the piece of paper down.

She then returned to the bed before putting on the jacket.

She then returned to the window, the fruit basket in hand, before leaping off.

After a little bit, Morgan has made to the top of the cliff.

Walking through the moonlit path, she entered a building on top of the cliff.

Upon entering, a beautiful young lady, with a scar running down her face, asked her. "Did you get what you need?"

"Yes."

"Well, come on then. The food will get cold, and it's already way too late."

Morgan set the basket she carried on the side of the table as she took a seat with Hanabi.

"Thank you for the food."

"Yes, thank you."

As Hanabi took a sip of water, she pointed at Morgan before asking. "Is the jacket the thing you were looking for?"

Morgan gave her a nod, clinged onto the black jacket she wore as she replied. "Yes. I just feel wrong without it."

"Okay. Just making sure that it wasn't there before. Nom."

"...Are you not going to ask more about it?"

"Why would I? All I need to know is that it is important to you, Mo-chan."

Morgan just replied with a nod as they began eating their food.

Morgan's eyes wandered around the room as she ate.

It landed on the sword hanging on the wall, to the bow and arrow in the closet, and finally to the stars outside.

Seeing that Morgan's full attention was on the stars, Hanabi asked. "Do you like the view, Mo-chan?"

Morgan gave a nod as she replied. "Yes. But, I never really took the time to take it all in."

With a smile, Hanabi said. "Well, we should always experience life in the fullest, yes?"

"...Correct."

As Morgan continued to stare at the stars, Hanabi looked into the basket Morgan brought as she said. "Is this a fruit basket? Can I have some?"

"Go ahead."

"Do you like oranges, Mo-chan?"

"Yes. They are my favorite."

"Makes sense since this basket is completely full of them."

"Are they all oranges?"

"Yes. Did you not look?"

Morgan shook her head as a small smile appeared on her face as she said. "Here, let me open one for you."

"Thank you."

"*nom* *nom*"

"*nom* *nom*"

"They are pretty sour."

"Yes. That's just how I like them."

"You do? I like them pretty sweet, and most of the time squeezed and juiced. The husk are too much for me."

"I like the husks. They are chewy."

"I'll give you that. They are- Ow! I bit a seed!"

"Here. Spit it in the bowl. Be careful next time."

"Pwueh!"

After a while, they have finished eating and were now cleaning up.

Morgan then asked. "It's pretty cold up here. Don't you get chilly?"

"No. I made an oath to stay here and that is what I will do. No matter what happens."

"Sounds pretty lonely. You're up here... all alone."

"Yes. It does. But it doesn't have to be... Besides, I'm no longer alone, right?"

"Yes..." 

"Alright then! Let's sleep."

"Yes... And thank you again."

"You're welcome!"

As Hanabi and Morgan went to bed, someone rose from theirs.

Walking through a dimly-lit corridor, the moonlight being prevented by a bunch of clouds. The person continued to walk in near complete darkness.

Then, the clouds parted, allowing the stars and the moon to illuminate the hall.

There, next to a window, a beautiful young lady with orange-brown hair sat on a chair. Her eyes filled with longing as she stared at the night sky.

Then, the young woman turned around. Showing her now fierce expression to the person behind her. Locking her orange eyes to the golden eyes that hid in the darkness.

"Che!"

She released an annoyed click as she gestured for the person to leave. to which the person took without uttering a word.

The young lady followed the person with her gaze as they traversed down the stairway.

"Hmph!" After making sure that the person left, the young woman returned her gaze to the stars, not sparing a thought for anything else.

As a few minutes passed, a certain man was in his private room in the Jade capital.

His chunky body, leaned against a table as he wrote on some papers.

Then, he turned his head to the side, looking out of the window and into the night sky.

"Mm, it's a good night. Silent and peaceful." He muttered to himself.

Then, a knock came from his door, saying whispery voice. "Mr. Han, are you awake?"

Annoyed, Mr. Han then replied. "I am. What do you want at this time?"

Then, the door swung open as the windows slammed shut and his candles, all except for the one on his table, went out.

"Who are you?! What are you doing here?!" Mr. Han yelled as he saw an unfamiliar figure standing in the door way.

It was a man dressed in black with golden accents that matches the colors of his eyes.

Then, the man spoke. "I am here... to tie up loose ends"

With a sudden motion, Mr. Han drew his blade from under the table before charging at the golden-eyed man.

"Rargh!"

As he swung down his blade onto the man's unguarded body, he suddenly felt a lot of resistance.

The resistance came from his blade which stopped directly at the man's cheek. Mr. Han noticed a faint golden aura was between the man and the blade. 

Before he could react, the man looked at his blade, and bit into it slightly.

And after a blink, the blade exploded into countless pieces, many of which embedded itself to the walls and Mr. Han's body. None of the shards seemed to not have any effect on the golden-eyed man, who is completely unharmed.

Then, the man let go of the piece he bit down, but it remaines suspended in the air.

And with the help of a mysterious force, the shard went into Mr. Hans right arm, sending him into the ground.

"You bastard! Do you know who I am?! Guards!!!"

As the door behind him slowly closed, the golden-eyed man said. "I know exactly who you are."

"I am here to kill you."

"And even if you scream all night, no one will hear your voice."

"Even if I rip all of your skin bit by bit, no one will hear your cries."

"Even if I rip every fiber of your being in the slowest way possible, no one will hear your last words other than me and you."

Then, the door finally shut.

With a swift motion, Mr. Han grabbed a pot and threw it towards the golden-eyed man as he yelled. "Help me! Golden Hands is here! Chrys Cheria is here!!!"

Yet he was only met with silence and the sound of the pot breaking upon slamming into Chrys' golden aura.

"Weren't you listening?"

"Help! Someone! Call the guards!"

And with a quiet motion, Chrys walked over to Mr. Han and took his finger and ran it upwards from Mr. Han's armpit and into his shoulder.

As is he was bit by a blade, Mr. Han's arm cleanly got chopped off.

"Aargh!"

As Mr. Han screamed in agony in the pool made from his own blood, Chrys took a step back, not a drop of blood on his body, pressed a finger into his mouth before saying. "Hush now. Your going to die anyways so... why don't you do it quietly?"

"Argh! Why are you doing this to me?!"

And with a cold, uncaring tone, Chrys replied. "Because I want to, and because I can."

"Aaaargh! I'll kill you!"

As Mr. Han tried to stop the bleeding on his arm, Chrys took a seat on Mr. Han's table as he said out loud.

"Now that I think about it, you're a pretty influencial person, aren't you, what's your name again?"

"Argh!"

"Argh. It's all to easy to just kill you right now. But, some vigilant people are within this city."

"Letting them know I'm here would make them pretty cautious. But that might be good for everyone since..."

Chrys sat there, pondering, as Mr. Han continued to bleed out and scream on the floor.

Then, Chrys stood up, saying. "But it's best not to play the 'good guy' in this story."

He then walked over to Mr. Han, still screaming in agony. Then, he picked up his severed arm.

With a swift, uncaring motion, Chrys smacked Mr. Han directly on the face with his own arm as he said. "Coming through."

As Mr. Han remained there staggered, Chrys just smacked Mr. Han's severed arm into his shoulder.

Mr. Han felt an immense amount of pain as he felt his body petrify.

Chrys then let go of Mr. Han's arm, which now dangled on his shoulder.

"The bones, muscles, and blood vessels are now all attached. The nerves are too much for me, so lay there agony for a second. It'll be over soon."

Then, Chrys placed his hand on Mr. Han's forehead. Then, the shards from his blade earlier popped out of their wounds before the wounds forcibly closed.

As Mr. Han laid there, still somehow petrified, Chrys muttered. "There. That way, even if they inspect your entire burnt body, there shouldn't be any evidence of anyone being here." Before taking out a blade with a black body.

Then, Mr. Han's eyes flashed with life. He slammed his head onto the floor, which got blocked by a golden aura.

Mr. Han then yelled as tears flowed down his face. "Please! Let me live! I beg you!"

Then, Chrys replied, his golden eyes truly showing how he feels. "I'm sorry, Mr. Han. That's not a choice I'm allowed to choose."

As Chrys' blade got engulfed in flame while Mr. Han bowed infront of him as tears flowed down his face.

Then, a cry echoed.

It wasn't Mr. Han's nor was it Chrys'.

It was the sound of a crying baby, awakening in the middle of the night.

As Chrys slowly followed the baby's cries, leading him towards the door, Mr. Han rose from the floor, hand clenched, teeth gritted, and his eyes filled with power.

Mr. Han yelled as he went in for a punch. "Don't you dare touch my ch-"

Then, with a mere touch, Chrys made Mr. Han blackout. His chunky body laying face down on his table.

With a flick of his wrist, Chrys sent the flames on his blade onto Mr. Han's unconcious body.

Without saying a word, Chrys turned his back on the inferno and calmly walked out of the door.

As he walked down the hallway, the only things that can be heard was his almost nonexistent footsteps and the crying of an infant. And soon, screams begab echoing as well.