Succubae part 51
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krystalkatzficz“I believe you…” Nino breathed softly his mouth almost achingly dry as he looked at the angel. He couldn’t remember any of the times that Ohno had been talking about just then but he had always known that there had been more to his life here. Dreams that had been far too real but he had never been able to remember clearly when he woke. He had always felt like there was something else to, some kind of gentle force with him. It was strange considering he had never even heard about angels a few hours ago he believed that he was there looking after him.
“Thank-you…That means a lot…” Ohno told him continuing to be free from the teasing playful man that he had been only a few minutes ago “And for what it’s worth your mother loved you very much…I know that you often doubt that but she did and so did your father…Though he never even saw you…”
“How…How did they die?” Nino asked knowing that the bond between him, Jun, and Sakurai was the most pressing issue but he couldn’t help the question sliding out of his mouth. He had been raised in the workhouse until he was strong enough to run away and try to make a life for himself. Pickpocketing had started fairly quickly and he was almost positive now that he had only done so well in that because of the angel that was smiling at him now. Thinking back over his life he supposed that he should have known that there was something else, an outside force that had been guiding him, helping him. He had been an urchin on the streets of London since he was seven years old and he still had all of his own teeth had never truly felt the cruel sting of hunger and he had never developed all of the illnesses that a person might have expected. Knowledge had come to him easily, he had been able to speak and when he had left the workhouse he had been able to read and write but he couldn’t remember when he had been able to learn.
“Your father died first…” Ohno sighed dropping back down into the chair his fingers moving through his hair looking like he would rather be talking about anything else in the world but respected his choice to want to know “It was a stupid accident with a carriage when he was coming home from work…He was killed almost instantly...I was with him when he died…His last thought was of you and your mother…”
“And my mother…? How did she die?” Nino asked remembering the women in the workhouse telling him that his mother had been a dockside whore that had cast him aside and he was glad that that wasn’t the truth even if the reality was a thousand times stranger.
“She died when you were three…But in truth that was only her body…Her soul had died the moment that your father did. I was allowed to come to you only in her dying moments and I took you as mine to guard…” Ohno gave another long sigh his head shaking from side to side “So many times throughout your young life I wanted to reveal the truth to you but…I could not…You were human…At least I thought so…If I knew the truth…”
“This way was better…” Nino said quickly grabbing a hold of his lover’s hand and squeezing it tightly “I got Sho…”
“Yes…This way is better…Now…Seriously I’d settle for a biscuit…”
TBC
A/N: I hope that this was okay ^_^
“Thank-you…That means a lot…” Ohno told him continuing to be free from the teasing playful man that he had been only a few minutes ago “And for what it’s worth your mother loved you very much…I know that you often doubt that but she did and so did your father…Though he never even saw you…”
“How…How did they die?” Nino asked knowing that the bond between him, Jun, and Sakurai was the most pressing issue but he couldn’t help the question sliding out of his mouth. He had been raised in the workhouse until he was strong enough to run away and try to make a life for himself. Pickpocketing had started fairly quickly and he was almost positive now that he had only done so well in that because of the angel that was smiling at him now. Thinking back over his life he supposed that he should have known that there was something else, an outside force that had been guiding him, helping him. He had been an urchin on the streets of London since he was seven years old and he still had all of his own teeth had never truly felt the cruel sting of hunger and he had never developed all of the illnesses that a person might have expected. Knowledge had come to him easily, he had been able to speak and when he had left the workhouse he had been able to read and write but he couldn’t remember when he had been able to learn.
“Your father died first…” Ohno sighed dropping back down into the chair his fingers moving through his hair looking like he would rather be talking about anything else in the world but respected his choice to want to know “It was a stupid accident with a carriage when he was coming home from work…He was killed almost instantly...I was with him when he died…His last thought was of you and your mother…”
“And my mother…? How did she die?” Nino asked remembering the women in the workhouse telling him that his mother had been a dockside whore that had cast him aside and he was glad that that wasn’t the truth even if the reality was a thousand times stranger.
“She died when you were three…But in truth that was only her body…Her soul had died the moment that your father did. I was allowed to come to you only in her dying moments and I took you as mine to guard…” Ohno gave another long sigh his head shaking from side to side “So many times throughout your young life I wanted to reveal the truth to you but…I could not…You were human…At least I thought so…If I knew the truth…”
“This way was better…” Nino said quickly grabbing a hold of his lover’s hand and squeezing it tightly “I got Sho…”
“Yes…This way is better…Now…Seriously I’d settle for a biscuit…”
TBC
A/N: I hope that this was okay ^_^
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Date: 2015-02-04 01:04 pm (UTC)Thanks Krys!!
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