The War part twenty-one

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The library was a meandering network of twisty paths and walkways. Shelves were heavy with books of all kinds of sizes and shapes. Nino assumed that there was order to them but if there was he couldn’t understand it. Lights were flickering in and out around them and tried to ignore the dizzying sensations that they wrought with them his head moving about this way and that.

“What are all these?” He asked softly his voice echoing around the vast space. A shiver tore its way through his body as in the distance he could still hear his question being asked.

“History, the librarian…Me…Acts as the chronical writing down everything that happens. The good and the bad” Sho answered his arm staying firmly around Masaki’s waist as though he were trying to keep him standing upright and Nino supposed that he was. Seeing the school had been hard on Masaki, as it always was when they were near anything to do with children, and his face was still pale. “Don’t the werewolves have a chronical?”

“Not anymore, it was destroyed” Nino admitted somewhat reluctantly feeling like he was betraying his own people for admitting that. The werewolves used to write their history down, back when there was order within the chaos but he knew that there had never been this many tomes. His father’s madness had had them all destroyed and now he wept with the knowledge of it knowing that their past was forgotten while the vampires would always live on. “Has anyone ever read these books?”

“I have”

“All of them?” Satoshi whispered in disbelief and Nino was glad that he wasn’t the only one that couldn’t believe that anyone would sit and read so many dusty books. Sho had a little grace to look embarrassed as he shrugged and nodded confirming what he’d said with a soft;

“Every single one. Not all of them are the history of the vampires. When the war started in earnest I saved what I could from the human libraries. Great works, simple stories, even children’s books”

“I read those ones” Masaki smiled weakly as they came to what was obviously the centre of the great library. It was a strange kind of home, almost like a spider in the middle of web, made of stone and glass undecorated on the outside and sparse inside with almost cold ice blue, almost white, walls and papers scattered everywhere that there was space. The vampire prince carefully set Masaki down into a soft looking sofa and then knelt in front of him with his hands over his knees.

“Is it quiet in here Masaki?” He asked taking the boys hands and lightly kissing the fingers slowly one at a time. The familiar action seemed to be so strange to Nino and his instincts were telling him to protect the boy he thought of as his own flesh and blood but Satoshi’s hand had come to rest on the small of his back and he ignored the urge and relaxed into the touch.

“Yes. Thank-you Sho-chan, it’s like when I’m with the werewolves.” Masaki smiled clearly not minding the intimacy they were sharing and Sho gave another smile which still didn’t quite reach his eyes as his hand came to lightly caress his cheek. Nino growled just a little bit at the sensation and then felt Satoshi’s hand caress his back with a little more intent drawing little circles this way and that.

“I’m sorry for making you go to the school, it was the easiest and safest entrance however. You are so much more beautiful in the flesh, Masaki, and your skin is so warm”

“Yours is too, Sho-chan. I can’t believe that you’re real and here in front of me and that the library is real! I thought, I really thought that I had made it all up Sho-chan but you’re here! You’re really here in front of me!” Masaki gasped loudly his eyes suddenly filling with tears as he moved forward and wrapped his arms around his neck squeezing him tightly. Nino’s lips twitched into a very small smile his heart clenched as he took in the scene and he was glad when Satoshi took his hand and then led him away letting Sho and Masaki enjoy their moment together.

TBC
A/N: I hope that this is okay ^_^