《Prelude of Love》Chapter 4: Love is Power!
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Gora was pacing outside his brother's room, Wombat looked at him, "Gora-san...don't worry. You must have faith in Scarlet, he wouldn't let himself die off..."
Gora sighed, "I know...but Yumoto usually never gets hurt like this."
Hashibiro sighed, "Maximum Gorar, you worry too much. Hara-san won't let anything happen to your brother."
Just as Hashibiro said that, Kurou Hara came out from Yumoto's room and sighed as he adjusted his glasses, "Well...his vital signs were fine...but he's very weak..."
Gora sighed, "I figured...will...will he make it?"
Kurou frowned, "I-I hope so...last time this happened...he was much younger and smaller than he is now...it was a miracle he woke up at all."
Gora nodded, "I know."
Kurou moved aside, "You may see him."
"Thank you." Gora smiled and walked into Yumoto's room. Atsushi looked up at Gora and stood up quickly.
"Epinard, it's fine...you can stay in here if you want." Gora spoke and Atsushi shook his head, "No, you need time alone with him."
He smiled and walked out of the room, Wombat ran in and Gora looked at his little brother. "Wombat...have we pushed him too hard?" Gora asked and Wombat sighed, "I don't think so..."
He jumped onto Yumoto's bed and Gora sat down beside him. Yumoto's heavy breathing was now back to normal and now was sleeping peacefully. Gora stroked his brother's hair from his face and Wombat curled up next to him.
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Ibushi frowned to himself as Akoya looked at him, "Arima...it wasn't your fault..."
"Akoya, I know...but how did they even get in?!" He asked and Akoya shrugged, "I don't know." He walked up to Ibushi and laid his head on his chest.
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"It'll be alright..." he whispered and Ibushi smiled, "I know..." He titled Akoya's chin up to him and Akoya blushed. "I love you..." He whispered and Ibushi slowly bent down. "I love you too, Akoya..." he then brought their lips together.
The two of them had known each other for what seemed like centuries...no one truly knew how old each member of the Caerula Adamas were, they had simply always been there to the others.
Ibushi and Akoya had been together for years and Ryuu used to tease Akoya over this but eventually Akoya got his revenge once Ryuu and Io began to date.
Ibushi broke the kiss and Akoya smiled at him, "Fluffhead will wake up...I promise."
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En and Atsushi watched Kurou as he checked on Yumoto. En clutched Atsushi's hand tightly and Atsushi glanced at En out of the corner of his eye.
En seemed very worried about the whole situation...which Atsushi was too but he didn't want to focus on the bad. He looked at Yumoto and sighed. "Hara-sensei...is he doing any better?" Atsushi asked and Kurou sighed, "No...I...I fear the worst now."
En frowned, "But he woke up the first time..."
"Lord Cerulean, this time is more serious...I hate to tell his brother..." Kurou replied and Atsushi looked at Yumoto. "He just needs rest..."
Kurou sighed and Atsushi looked up as someone knocked on the door. "Come in!" Atsushi called and Akoya walked in with a small vase of flowers, "Arima told me to give these to Flu-I mean Yumoto-kun."
Atsushi smiled, "Thank you..."
"Oh don't thank me, thank Arima when you see him." Akoya smiled and placed them on a small table in Yumoto's room. "It's too dark in here..." He sighed, "You all need to know that he'll be okay."
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"How do you know?" En asked and Akoya giggled, "Did you forget that I hang out with Arima? He can tell when things will turn out bad. So can Kinshiro."
"Leave it to the Caerula Adamas to know everything..." Ryuu sighed as he walked into Yumoto's room, "I don't know why you three aren't his guardians instead of us..."
"Ryuu don't pout." En scolded, "We're his guardians because that's how Gora wanted us to be. Don't you remember when he was born?"
Ryuu nodded, "Yes I do...their parents threw a party where ours took us to and we were declared his guardians by Gora..."
En nodded back, "Exactly, and we don't want to disrespect his wishes."
Akoya threw a look at Ryuu which stated I-told-you-so and Ryuu growled, "Damn you Gero-kun!"
Akoya laughed and walked out, "If he wakes up, let me know." He smiled and Atsushi looked down at Yumoto. "Yumoto...please wake up soon."
"Love~! Love~!" Four-year-old Yumoto giggled as he walked with Io and Ryuu. Ryuu smiled at this and Io watched as Ryuu picked him up. "Yumo-chan, you're so funny."
Yumoto giggled and hugged him around his neck, "I love you Ryuu-senpai!"
"I love you too." Ryuu smiled and Yumoto looked at him, "Ryuu-senpai...? Are you gonna marry Io-senpai?" "H-huh?!" Ryuu blushed and Yumoto smiled.
"W-well...maybe one day..." Ryuu asked and Io looked at him in shock, "H-huh?!"
Yumoto smiled and looked at Io, "You and Ryuu-senpai really like each other! So you should marry him!"
Io blushed and Yumoto giggled as Ryuu put him down, "Yumoto, we need to go home now."
Ryuu shook his head as he thought of that...why did that come to mind? He looked up as he heard En talking with Atsushi.
"Atsushi, don't worry..."
"En-chan...I will..."
En sighed, "Yumoto will be okay, I promise."
Ryuu frowned at this...what if Yumoto really wasn't okay?!
Ibushi looked down at Yumoto, "Little One...well...you're not really little any more though..." he smiled, "But you never seem to mind me calling you that."
He stroked Yumoto's hair and he gasped when he felt something grabbing his arm. "I-I-Ibu-chan-senpai...?"
"Yumoto...!" Atsushi gasped as he walked in the room and Ibushi smiled, "Epinard, go get his brother...the prince is awake."
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