tampered | [ Ongoing ] A Walk In Roma

[ Ongoing ] A Walk In Roma

When; Rome Curse Day
Rating; G?
Characters; Dietrich von Lohengrin [

evilsincebirth], Sakurazuka Subaru [

ikigainashi] & Mori Ranmaru [

elegantorchid]
Summary; Dietrich invites Ranmaru to feast in Rome. Ranmaru agrees. Is all as simple as it seems?
Log;

Being at home had it's advantages. Within the short amount of time he had been here, he'd managed to restore his home to the way it was before. Now, two stories, palatial in it's wake, it was the very image of a Japanese palace villa, suited to entertaining guests as well as providing a good living space for a soldier.

He handled his solitude well, especially now that two of his rooms were occupied. While it was pleasant to have Tsubaki around, as well as Jin-san, he hadn't let anyone access the room that was once Subaru's and his own.

But he'd pretty much resolved not to think of him for now. He had to get stronger, he had to find some way to break him free. It irritated him to see someone accept a slave's way of living.

And then, there was this Dietrich... or Lohengrin-san, who had befriended him the day of his arrival. Ranmaru wasn't blind to the fact that no one ever approached anyone without a certain amount of desire for anything, and while he appreciated the other young man's friendliness, enjoying it too, his sweetness was the kind he remembered on kunoichi. Poisoned smiles, sweet like honey.

Perhaps he was being far too judgemental, but after Orochi and being a soldier, he couldn't help but think as such.

Accepting the invitation, he walked outside-- only to find his clothes transforming into something that vaguely resembled bedsheets. His hair became done up in short braids, and tied around his head like a wreath, and a veil of sorts was pinned under his sleeves, his body now clad in a tunic of lavender, and he blinked at himself in confusion. What in the devil's name?

Sighing, he shook his head and began to head out to where he remembered cafe Juliet was, his sword, thankfully, still strapped to his back. But a look around the now strangely modelled streets (Roman streets, he remembered them from the curse day where he was in that thing called High School) told him something he really didn't want to know.

The city had put him in women's clothing.

Eyes narrowing, he groaned and shook his head, keeping his stature as warrior-like as possible. Very funny, City. Very funny. Not allowing at to get him down, he headed to the cafe, which... was not there any longer.

Stunned, he stared at the open market, where different kinds of foods were being sold and stared in surprise. Well, this was great. How was he to find Dietrich now?

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Mori Ranmaru… The name was fairly different to those of his world, almost belonging to a noble of the Empire coming from the furthest regions of the known lands. Dietrich wasn’t sure why the boy interest him, perhaps was because he carried the naïve appeal of Esther and Radu. A naiveté that didn’t necessary mean innocence thus made him a very amusing puppet to toy with.

I must be gentle and not strangle my new doll with the strings.

He had said his farewells to Esther, choosing to ignore Radu (was he even there anymore?) and set his way out his apartment and out the building soon after. It was a joke for the City to swap his perfectly fashioned modern clothing with a black sheet draped around his body, making him almost fall when his shoes were replaced by a pair of red sandals.

The Puppetmaster was too graceful to fall in public, even taken aback by the influence of the curse, and regained the balance to continue his path without thinking much about the ridiculous garb. Just this has to happen now. How annoying, he mused, tracing the crown of laurels on his brown strands. At least he wasn’t looking as a cabaret dancer as many of the citizens were; the fabric was quite expensive and there were two identical golden rings in his index fingers.

Café Juliet was obviously different, an open space with sofas around the tables and female dancers entertaining men. They were likely the former waitresses, given a less than chaste job. He shrugged and set to look for Ranmaru, passing by him without recognize the man because of his female wardrobe.

The moment Dietrich passed him by, Ranmaru stilled where he stood, the moment passing as though a million hours had. It was an odd situation to be in, but being a user of ki as well as a practicing onmyouji made him a little more sensitive to the auras of people around him.

And that, in itself, hadn't been the aura of a sane person.

He watched the retreating back, before he snapped to his senses, moving a hand to his head and shaking it. That couldn't have been right, why would anyone... anyone here have such an aura?

He paused again, smiling wryly to himself. Why wouldn't they? Sighing, he then looked up and came up behind the other young man, speaking in a clear voice.

"Lohengrin-san?"

He'd worry about insanity later. Protocol came first.

Dietrich stopped his searching when his name was called. Looking over his shoulder, the Puppetmaster stared at the “woman” he had just passed by with astonishment. Ruby lips, soulful eyes. Ah~~ such a perfect puppet for a new game.

His puzzled expression warmed into a smile as he whirled completely, inclining his head to Ranmaru. “I didn’t recognize you. The City decided to curse us both in the last minute to fit in the new dollhouse, mm?” he asked, amiably. “How are you, Ranmaru?”

He took a step forward, not invading his personal space, just to get closer to the former cafe. “I wonder if the food can be considered healthy and fat free.” Trivial talking, Dietrich mused, that was a good way to speed any relationship.

He knew his attire would certainly put someone off, or confuse them, but this probably meant that this Dietrich was familiar with the surroundings of this place that had taken on this kingdom of Rome's attributes.

Listening to the young man's voice, he smiled a little. How could he have thought badly of him? He was a handsome boy, and his smile seemed kind. However, that was where things ended, and he sighed internally. His suspicious nature wouldn't ever completely die, would it?

Moving a hand to touch the veil on his head, attempting to tug it off, he looked at Dietrich with an apologetic smile.

"As well as this person can be. A little confused, though." he replied honestly. "This City has a very bad sense of humor." he said, motioning to his attire.

"Ranmaru does not recognise the meals being served... does Lohengrin-san know?"

The clothing didn’t throw Dietrich off absolutely. If Ranmaru were to join the Orden, the Puppetmaster would suggest Isaak to make the uniform as girly as possible, it certainly suited him better and put people off guard around him.

He was far too smart to let appearances deceive his common sense. Dietrich was the prime example of using that to his wicked advantage.

“I don’t know the food habits of Ancient Roma,” admitted Dietrich sheepishly. “Much of the history knowledge was lost after the Armageddon.” He didn’t understand this type of Latin either, it was written in a more archaic way than the one practiced in the cities of the former Italy. “But let’s us try our best together.” He smiled sweetly and moved into the open space of the tables, scouting for a free one they could sit away the female dancers and the drunk “patricians.”

He didn't seem quite so bad, thought Ranmaru, as he followed him. The fact that he was choosing to seat himself away from the perverts that had gathered around here said a lot about the young man. For starters, it meant that he didn't indulge in the unnecessary debauchery, and Ranmaru wouldn't be needing to question his morality. For now.

Once they'd taken their seats, Ranmaru managed to free his hair from the headdress, which immediately fell around his shoulders like a cape. A waitress, or dancing girl, came to pour wine for them, and he turned his gaze away from her, shaking his head.

"Water." he stated softly, not wishing to gaze upon women who would disgrace themselves before men, and then waited as she left, before turning to look back at Dietrich.

"Ranmaru spoke to your Cain-san." he began, a small smile appearing on his face. "He is most kind, and friendly. Ranmaru can see where you get it from, Lohengrin-san."

He tilted his head to a side with a mildly amused gaze.

"There were many others whose company you could have asked for, Lohengrin-san. Why mine, today?"

Ranmaru’s tension eased, Dietrich noticed, he was more outwardly relaxed and appearing eager to follow him without the previous guard. As someone who was able to manipulate bodies as puppets, he had learned how to read the subtle motions of the muscles even of the most schooled try to hide. All the better for future plans, he would deem if the boy was of use for his Master and his Orden.

Straightened his sit form on the stool, Dietrich tried to understand what was the waitress speaking. “No wine for me either.” The woman however, insisted on it. It was unknown to the Puppetmaster how much Romans cherished wine and how much they sought to drink it.

“She didn’t listen,” he complained, staring at the goblet with disdain. The urge to make her feel pain was restrained in his companion’s presence. “Have you spoken to Mein Herr?” Interested piqued, Dietrich’s attention was fully on Ranmaru. “He’s a very sociable man, isn’t he? His charisma knows no bounds.” He picked the goblet and lifted it up as cheers before sipping it. The wine wasn’t cold and made the taste unpleasant.

Why, indeed. He allowed the dancing waitress serve porridge made of vegetables, olives and a loaf of bread for each. Spoons were located to a side of the bowl, Dietrich didn’t diverted his gaze from the woman like Ranmaru did, rather he pretended she wasn’t even there. It was a boring doll, like Pygmalion’s lolita creations.

When she left, Dietrich replied. “Because I was bored and my roommates were either gone or busy. I couldn’t bother my superiors to indulge my cravings of company. You're nice to talk with, Ranmaru, above average.”

Dietrich's gestures felt almost childish, odd and out on place on someone with a visage as his. He seemed a little more intelligent than that, but at the same time, it was mildly endearing.

When the meal came, Ranmaru stared at it instead, then lifted his spoon to poke gently at it, Dietrich's words made him look up and he raised an eyebrow with a half-smile.

"Ranmaru still has much to learn on how to converse in this tongue, though." he told him informatively. With a short laugh, he shook his head and then decided to try the bread instead, nodding.

"I can see where you get your manners from, Lohengrin-san. You both must be very close." he looked to a side with a soft sigh, once the waitress had left, and shifted his legs under the table.

"Ranmaru is glad to have accepted, though. It is not as though the one Ranmaru would have rather been talking to wishes to converse with him, anyway." he murmured softly, a hint of bitterness to his tone.

He didn’t poke the food. Dietrich was at least better well-mannered in the table than Mein Herr whom liked to make a fuss each time he ate in a public display. Isaak sometimes appeared as their nanny.

Cain was a god, he could afford being childish. Dietrich worshipped his power and presence. With a sigh, he lifted some of the rare mix and brought it to his mouth, tasting it. Mmm. It wasn’t too horrible but there were bits even the spoon wouldn’t catch. He glanced around quickly, studying how many used their bare hands to eat. Disgusting!

“Mein Herr found me when I was seven years old, I’ve stayed at his side since then, Ranmaru,” Dietrich commented to his new puppet with a wistful expression on his soft brown eyes. He savored the meal a bit longer, allowing the boy to speak to tell him things by words or movements.

He was lonely, there were the easiest to manipulate in their loneliness, how they clung to a friendly hand, to a gentle smile.

“Who do you wish to talk with? I’m that bad company for you? A second choice?” The puppetmaster frowned, casting his gaze down as in disappointment. The show was set. It was time for his puppet to tell him what hurt his pretty, young heart.

((OOC: Do you want Dietrich try to feed Ranmaru from his plate with a spoon to "cheer him up"? ♥ He likes to invade personal space!)).

Once he'd cut some bread to set aside, Ranmaru stirred the porridge a little, and tasted it. Perhaps it was an acquired taste, because it had an odd flavor. Nothing bad, but pleasant enough, if one wanted it to be so.

Listening to Dietrich, Ranmaru realized what he had said and his hand flew to under his chin, looking at the other young man in alarm. He hadn't meant to imply any rudeness, and instinctively, he bowed his head in apology.

"Forgive me! I did not mean to imply that you were bad company!!" he exclaimed, feeling foolish that he'd made him think so. "No, it's just..." he moved a hand to the side of his head, looking troubled. "You're so kind to Ranmaru... and I really enjoy spending time with you, Lohengrin-san!" he smiled weakly up at him with a small blush, though it faded as he looked down.

"Where you are now, Ranmaru used to have... someone dear to his heart. Now that someone no longer wishes to be part of this person's life." he sighed softly. "It's a long tale..."

[ooc; Feel free! The only thing that could make that worse is Subaru seeing it. xD]

Despite his concerned features, inwardly Dietrich was delighted to find out he had hit a very weak point, one he could exploit with ease if he took things slowly. One step after another; a string here and there before the puppet would be completely wrapped in the threads.

“Why has he shunned you away?” Dietrich asked, curious in his feigned concern. “I can’t believe he tossed you to a side if you used to be a special person.” He pursed his lips, shaking his head lightly. “You could tell me another day if that story is to painful to be shared now, Ranmaru. Trust me ♥”

He stirred his porridge and lifted handful with his spoon. Straightening, the Puppetmaster brought the spoon near Ranmaru’s lips with a sweet smile, his left index finger almost brushing the boy’s mouth while at it. Phantom fingers, the illusion of them triggered a better response than blunt touch. Dietrich was extremelly well-known in the art of pain and pleasure.

“I think mine was cooked differently. You can have mine if it tastes better for you. Say Aaah~”

((OOC: LOL. Maybe Jesse wants him to? ;P Talk to Jess~)).

He knew that Fuuma had odd quirks, but he didn't really understand why he was supposed to go out and buy ice cream. The day was strange enough with all of the roman architecture, and he had needed to go hunting everywhere to find any clothing that he was comfortable with and was similar to his old, but now he had his Kamui sending him on stupid little errands on top of it.

It wasn't even his apartment. It was Subaru's, and Fuuma was freeloading without asking...and Subaru was starting to suspect that he was also stealing the occasional cigarette. Of course, this was just speculation on Subaru's part... Being around Fuuma so much had honestly made him even more jumpy than Seishirou ever did.

To him, at least, Seishirou seemed to have a pattern. An unnerving one, but it was something Subaru could recognize. Fuuma was just...unnerving, and not in the kind of way that Subaru felt like living with. It was bad enough having to 'serve' him.

Cafe Juliet certainly looked different, but fortunate enough for him, the sign was still recognizable. The rest of the place, however, was...well... He was almost considering just giving up on the entire idea alltogether. It didn't look like he was going to be finding ice cream here.

Nervously lighting a cigarette and wondering how Fuuma would react to that, he let his gaze wander over the food that was available before it stopped on a familiar figure...dining with an unfamiliar one...in a very intimate manner.

Not that it was any of his business, technically, but even he couldn't help but stare. Who fed people like that?

Ranmaru wished he hadn't spoken of it, though now that the words had slipped, there was certainly no taking it back. He began to shake his head with a small smile as he looked up at Dietrich.

"No, it's not important... Ranmaru--ulp?" he never finished his words, shivering almost instinctively when Dietrich's finger touched his mouth. Or he thought they touched them, he couldn't tell, but for the briefest moment he was certain he'd felt Subaru's scent around. The smell of sakura, and the smell of nicotine he'd been so used to tasting on his lips.

In that surprise, he ended up opening his mouth enough to allow the spoon to slip in and feed him, and he quickly closed his mouth, swallowing what was fed and drawing back, clamping a hand over his mouth, with a bright pink blush erupting on his cheeks. Before he could reply, though, he did indeed swallow and it certainly tasted much more different than his.

Moving his hand down slowly, he blinked, and then glanced at Dietrich's bowl, before smiling weakly.

"Yours is less greasy! Ranmaru's is filled with some strange oil." he told him, laughing softly and then shaking his head.

And for the briefest moment, he turned his head to a side, as though he was going to look for someone, before stopping himself and looking back to Dietrich. There was no reason for Subaru to be here, was there...?

He looked lost in thought then. Would he be...? Almost instinctively, he moved his right hand over his left, covering the back of it, which remained gloved despite them having changed their attire due to the City's magic.

"Forgive me. For a moment, I thought... well..." he chuckled softly. "I used to feed them that way, sometimes..."

When Ranmaru opened his mouth in surprise, Dietrich pushed the food there. Men usually had higher status than women; he wouldn’t be surprised if his companion was mistaken by one and given a less savory meal. He moved his bowl forward, offering the meal to Ranmaru.

“Take it. I’m alright with anything,” Dietrich assured, reclining back, noticing the sudden distraction befallen on his partner. “What is it? Did you see someone familiar?” He noticed the move to cover a hand with another, it was an odd reaction as if he had something to hide.

Puppets can’t hide everything from their puppeteers, Ranmaru. Even if you change the subject.

“Them? Who, Ranmaru?” he inquired, following suit. There was a secret Ranmaru wanted to guard, one he would uncover and see if related to that man who discarded him. Fragile hearts, Isaak would call them, those who attach themselves to someone so fiercely. And change is more frightening than loss.

He was too far away to hear the conversation, especially considering how many loud people there were scattered about. But he could still see, and what he saw he didn't like.

As soon as Ranmaru started to look his way, Subaru was quick to step back, letting a fruit cart hide him. He was fairly sure that Ranmaru hadn't looked enough to see anything, anyway, but better safe than sorry.

It was when he peered back around the cart that Subaru noticed Ranmaru covering one hand with the others. The marks still remained? Of course they did... He could sense them. They had been carved with his own unique powers--not that of the Sakurazukamori, despite how they looked. At the time, the Tree had not existed in the City.

His fingertips brushed over the back of his own hand, and watched as he called on the power hidden in those marks. Not enough to be visible through the gloves, but the electric shock would be enough to feel.

What was he even doing? This wasn't his business. Ranmaru wasn't his. That mark had been formed when he was disoriented. He never cared to abuse it. So why now?

"..." Ranmaru fell silent for a little while. It was an odd feeling that he couldn't place, and he shook his head, not feeling too hungry anyway and smiled politely at Dietrich when he offered him his meal. He hadn't seemed to want to appear as though he had wanted it, and he chuckled weakly, not really wanting to go over Subaru again. It had been bad enough he'd shed tears over it like a woman, for no one but Subaru's own counterpart to see.

"Sometime else, Lohengrin-san. For now, it's--" his words died in his throat as his gaze shifted to his hands. Perhaps that was the only warning he had before he found his hands shiver, and suddenly, a sharp jolt raced up his hands, into his arms, right through his body and his heartbeat picked up a notch, eyes going wide. And for the briefest moment, he could have sworn he saw the five-pointed star glow through his gloves.

Letting out a short gasp, obvious that the boy was trying to keep himself from showing any pain, the tension obvious, he bent over, and clamped his hands together, shivering visibly.

"Wh-what...!" he whimpered a little, feeling numb and at the same time, wondering what had just happened.

The Seals... what are they... Is Subaru-san...

His eyes widened briefly, and then he focused. Focused on his hands, on the very reason he'd taken up onmyoudo at all. Channeling his own strength through his body, to shield the curse behind the seals...

Calm... calm yourself. Calm yourself. he kept repeating in his mind, his chakra gathering together in strength to try and ease the pain. He was breathing heavily as he attempted it... and then, he cast his spell, a spell to block off any negative spells towards the seals--

And then it was over. He gasped, eyes widening as he looked up, stunned. Some resonating pain remained, but...

Had he... had he managed to...?

As he nodded in acceptance for Ranmaru’s request to ask in another occasion, Dietrich tasted the wine without much enthusiasm. My, wouldn’t the Magician enjoy today in his sample along with the rest of the drunken idiots of the City. He set the goblet down and glanced at Ranmaru, jumping to his feet as soon the Puppetmaster noticed the tension of his muscles.

It didn’t take an expert of pain and pleasure like he was to know what that mean.

“Ranmaru?!” he exclaimed, moving next to his chair. What was wrong with him? His brown eyes examined the position, the affected articulations. His hands, something on there. Ah, he smiled inwardly. Whoever did that handed the pretty boy on a silver platter to his manipulation.

In a heartbeat, Ranmaru’s nervous system was attached to the tip of his fingers. He could feel the pain ceasing slowly through his nerves. The curtain is about to fall.

Gently, Dietrich embraced Ranmaru from behind, chin on his head, brushing the strands of his hair while his fingers were apparently massaging his tensed neck. In true, his biowires eliminated all residual pain, every trace of the assault in his companion’s perceptive senses. “Are you in pain?” he murmured with a wicked grin behind Ranmaru's head. “I will take all your pain away. Trust me.”

As soon as he saw Ranmaru react, Subaru dropped both of his hands, brow furrowed in concern. Why had he done that? The last thing he wanted to do was hurt the boy. Ranmaru hadn't done a thing to deserve that, and Subaru obviously wasn't thinking on his right mind.

With a slight shake of his head, he hugged his coat tighter around him, despite the warmth offered by the shining sun that day. Watching that stranger practically embrace Ranmaru like that only cemented his suspicions. It was really no surprise that Ranmaru had found someone else. He deserved happiness after all, didn't he?

His own emotions were in a turmoil, but while the grief and guilt was present, the look he offered the back of that stranger's head was biting and cold. Still, Subaru understood that this was best. He had pushed Ranmaru away for his own good, and it had ended up working out. Interfering was the last thing he needed to do.

Stuffing his hands into the coat pockets, Subaru worried at his lower lip and turned to walk off, leaving them to their food and comfort.

By the time he'd looked up, Dietrich was already behind him, holding him in that way he remembered Subaru once did when...

When he marked me.

Something evil was around him, but at the same time, the relief from the pain made him shun the thoughts. This wasn't the time to think of it, and he shivered, suddenly feeling incredibly relaxed as Dietrich's hands touched the back of his neck and over his hair. His eyes opened slightly, staring ahead as he was relaxed, surprised by the way his body was slowly calming.

I will take away all your pain. Trust me.

The boy's entire body stiffened then, those words having a strangely active effect on him. What was going on? He hadn't ever been so calmed by words alone, and the thought disturbed him... but at the same time, it wasn't as though Dietrich would wish him harm, right?

"...." he couldn't respond, he didn't know what to say. However, after a few moments of silence, he brought a hand behind him to hold Dietrich's and hold it, before pulling it to his side.

"No... Ranmaru is fine. Thank you, Lohengr..." once again, the name died on his lips as he drew the puppetmaster's hand away. Something else struck him, a presence that was so familiar to him that it could have been the seals on his hands. His eyes went wide and he turned, this time, jerking his head to where he could just make out a figure in black disappearing.

Subaru-san... Subaru-san was here?!

He couldn't mistake that presence! How long had he been here? Was he the reason he'd been... and Dietrich had...

He paled, and before he knew it, he was getting to his feet, about to go after him. "Subaru-san!" the name whispered past his lips, he began to move.

"Will you walk into my parlour?" said the Spider to the Fly…

Dietrich knew he was victorious when Ranmaru relaxed, pulling him closer, holding his hand. It was cute when puppets tug adorably their strings as they did some good to them. The puppeteers would smile and yield just like he was now, allowing the boy a moment of comfort and company.

His gratitude was so amusing, as if he was begging to be used as a pawn for games. Dietrich was displeased when the interlude was cut and Ranmaru moved. His gaze caught a glimpse of the departing man. So that is him. His young companion wanted to follow him without regard for his presence.

Time to play the guilt trip he loved so much.

“Ranmaru…” he murmured, following him. He did not touch him, not yet. It was more fun when they choose to linger.

Why was he here? Why wouldn't he look at me? Questions swarmed Ranmaru's head and he quickly moved, swift as the runner he was called and the goddess he respected the most. For that brief moment, he forgot everything around him, everything that would have meant this city, this place that had once again drawn him back.

Everything that included the very guest that had invited him here.

Of course, running in this horrible collection of robes was hampering him, and he grabbed the side, lifting it over his feet and ran, pausing when surely saw Subaru's retreating form.

"S-SUBARU-SAN!!" he called behind him, face flushing, when Dietrich's call of his name made him stop. Something tugging in his chest, he turned to glance at him, a hand over his chest as he looked at him in a panic.

"H-He was here... Lohengrin-san, Subaru-san was..." he had no time to explain, he just needed to see him now!

He could hear Ranmaru's voice. Even through the crowds, it was impossible to miss. But he could still try to ignore it, even if the screaming was gathering attention. Fortunately, with all eyes on Ranmaru, it was easy enough for Subaru to break into a run and use the crowd to his advantage. He didn't need a maboroshi to hide.

Please don't... Just don't... he willed silently as he darted around the corner of a building. Knowing Ranmaru was happy with someone else was good enough for him. He didn't need to see it even more.

The boy was fast, Dietrich noticed, perhaps not as much as the vampires, but he had a speed superior to normal human beings. Lucky for the Puppetmaster, he had mastered from Isaak the art of appearing and disappearing from the thin air by mysterious means. That allowed Dietrich caught up, disguised by the crowd, and pretended to be agitated from following him.

“Ran… maru…” He caught a breath and smiled. “You ran very fast, and panicked. I was afraid you were… you were hurt.” He stretched his arms forward to reach him, with a hand he covered the one on Ranmaru’s chest while the other caressed his cheek in the façade of soothing the nervousness. “Are you sure it was this person? If he ran away, means he doesn’t want to speak to you now. Maybe you could catch him another day when he’s willing. If you’re still important for him, Ranmaru, he will want to speak with you someday.”

He wasn't... He just ran. Ran away from him, without wanting to see him. Without even him...

Was he SO repulsed by him?

He heard Dietrich come up behind him and while he came to his senses, catching his breath, he found himself suddenly at the mercy of the other young man's attention. Dietrich liked taking up personal space, didn't he, he found himself thinking.

He would have moved away under normal circumstances, but the fact that Subaru had run away at all was making his head hurt in severe pain. And moreso his chest, which felt like he'd swallowed a lump of lead.

His words barely made it to Ranmaru's ears, and the boy looked at Dietrich as though seeing him for the first time.

Then, in a tight voice that sounded like he was trying very hard to keep it from shaking, he whispered, "Ranmaru was sure... the seals never lie!" he didn't indicate what that meant, but his eyes looked pained and glazed.

"He ran... he ran from Ranmaru... Ranmaru just wanted to see him." his voice grew softer and he then looked conscious of the fact that they were in public, but it didn't look like others were interested anymore.

One more forlorn glance at the space where Subaru disappeared into, Ranmaru sighed softly and shook his head.

"Forgive me... you should not have seen that."

So sad. It was a tragic show of two lovers separated by a misunderstanding leaving one on the arms of the wrong man. Better the devil you know...

Isaak would find this amusing, poetic even. Dietrich never shared his taste in pathetic stories about long lost loves; those were utterly boring and lacked of originality.

The tone of his voice and mannerism gave clues of how deep the wound was and how upset Ranmaru was about now. Dietrich's safe was the perfect mask of sympathy and concern. He shook his head.

"It couldn't be avoided, Ranmaru. I don't blame you," he remarked softly. "You should sit and calm down. Do you want to return to the Cafe or do you prefer to go somewhere else?"

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