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The Untold Story of The Donquixote Family	By : Illusion Category: Manga Misc > AU - Alternate Universe Views: 1225 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter 9: Dreams
This night was a moonless one. Even the star's light was dim tonight. It was like the moon missing in the sky had made the stars sad. The giant castle was like had been covered in a black mantle. There was even something unease in the air itself. Only one flickering candlelight was showing in one of the castle's windows. This was one of the windows of the king's chambers. In these chambers, the king was speaking, while sleeping. He was having one of his usual nightmares. No! This one was worse than usual. This one was the one that had started all. Next to him was sited a white-haired woman. She was looking at him with her blue eyes full of worry. She hadn't seemed him like this for years. Was it because he had been there? In that cursed place? The woman was almost at the brink of tears, and she would have cried if not for the worry that the sound of her sobbing would wake the king. He had asked her to stay by his side tonight. He already knew things would have been this bad. He always asked her to stay with him, when things were bad like this.

He maybe thought of this as a great honor. Having her watch over him when he was so vulnerable. She on the other hand thought of this as a cruel joke. He needed her only when things were bad. When he was feeling good, he would ignore her and go bedding some worthless whore. Or even worse he would go and bed Brandish. That was worse. Brandish would always talk about their bedding to her when they were alone. Mirajane didn't know if she did that actually to spite her. No! She didn't know about her feeling for him. Brandish thought of her as her big sister. That is why she told to her those things. Still, Mirajane would prefer to Brandish to not be so detailed about stuff like that. Like why the hell was so important for Mirajane to know how he had nailed her to the wall once and had her beg him to give it to her. Damn! Now that she remembered that conversation the image of them doing each other was burned in her mind. Brandish face pinned to the wall, and him looming over her like a predator. The green-haired girl with legs open and trembling, and the blond-haired man going in and out in between them. Her moans sounding like that of a wounded beast. His smile that of a hunter who had corned his prey. Her hands searching for his muscular chest. Enough! - shouted Mirajane to her mind. Enough! Enough!
After she managed with all resolve to purge those images from her mind she returned her attention to the king once more. He was looking calmer now. It seemed that the worst of it had passed. Still, she would not leave his side tonight. She had done that once when they still roamed the world as a pirate crew. She was angry at him then, for something she didn't really remember why now. He had woken that night, full of anger and madness. He had gone to the nearest town, and he had butchered the whole of them. She still had nightmares of that fateful day. She still remembers when she woke up that morning and saw the smoke in the distance. When she looked for him in his tent and hadn't founded him, she had rushed to the town. What she saw that day still made her tremble now. No! - she said to her brain. I don't want to remember that. Please!
No one in its right mind would say that the sleeping king was a good man. He was a terrible man. He was a beast. There was nothing human in him. He was pure evil. Still, no one comes into the world as such. When we gain entrance to the world we are just like a book with numerous empty pages. It is what it's written on it that defines us. Even if the king was born with evil tendencies, a carefully written story may have made him a decent man at the very least. The problem was that the stories written on the book of his life had been terrible and written in blood. Few know the things I am about to tell you now. So, hear me. The gods wouldn't give the title of a king to a commoner. No matter how big it's might, and no matter how troublesome he was to them. Everyone thinks of the god as these beings that would grant you any favor, as long as you had pleased them. Preposterous! These gods weren't that cheap. Actually, they weren't the type to grant you anything at all. Asking them for your heart's desires was like waiting for the moon to answer your proposal for marriage. It was impossible. What it is important to understand from all I said though is that a commoner couldn't be king. Why is this important? It is important because it reveals something about our wicked king. Yes! He had royal blood flowing throw his veins since he first opens his eyes and saw the woman who had brought him to the world. He was the son of a queen who had lost her crown by the time he was born, but still a queen she was. A foolish queen she had been, but a queen nonetheless. More than anything she had been his first victim. The first light he had to extinguish from this world. No! Not with his birth. This is not that kind of story dear audience. He did it by looking in her eyes before he pulled the trigger when he was no more than a boy. Yes! Like that! Didn't you hear me? This is not that kind of story. Still, the extinguishing of that light didn't come without a price. Even monsters are haunted by their actions. Even if only in dreams.
The king had started to tremble yet again. The dreams had returned like they always did. Please! - said the blonde woman in his dream. Please! No! -said the young prince pointing the gun at her. You deserve this mother. You are weak. The gunshot was still ringing in his ears when he woke up covered in sweat and terrified. It had been so many years, and still, he couldn't forget that moment. That terrifying moment. After he had regained his composure again, he began looking around the room until he found who he was looking for. The white-haired woman had fallen asleep, right next to him. She had put her arms around him and was sleeping with a smile on her face.
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