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I REALIZED I DID NOT PUBLISH THIS AND IT WAS WRITEN IN NOVEMBER SO MY WRITING SUCKS HERE BUT MERRY CHRISTMAS LMAO . Also, the song above was the song i originally listened to while writing this, so enjoy it as well.
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The Funeral was quite quick.
He held his Father, comforted him, let his father cry on his shoulders and grieve. He watched his father cry like a baby in front of him.
Wasn't that good enough?
Why didn't father want to look at him anymore, then?
Why is Father distancing himself from him?
Did he do something wrong?
Is it because he looks like his mother? Is that it...?
As soon as the Despair and guilt overtook Cale, his thoughts were in shambles.
" It was my fault for Mother's death, wasn't it? Father won't look at me anymore because i look like mother. I miss Father. Why won't he eat lunch with me anymore...? " Cale spoke while choking out a couple sobs coming out from him, he tugged the blanket of his mother's beautiful bed.
He was in his mother's bedroom. It was spacious, made of pure luxuries and was filled with red-like things, fitting her appearance, pure aesthetic and personality that she had.
He missed her, He missed his mother. So so much, It had been a few days since his Mother passed away. The Mansion had already turned even quieter.
Cale sobbed into the blankets, climbing onto the bed position his mother used to sit in while she held him.
He so clearly remembered his mother.
His mother had been sitting on her bed, caressing Cale's hair and kissing his forehead, while reading him a book and smiling at him. She was so loving to him, kissing him and praising him for his deeds, practically for every small things the young Cale could remember. Even when remembering it, Cale just sobbed even harder.
" W-why did Mother have to die...? I-i ... " Cale once again choked on his sobs, his whole face being red from crying. His hiccups echoed the room, the room that had nobody but him in it. He was alone, with no one to hug him, to baby him, to care for him. Nothing.
His eyes were red, his lips were red from biting them too hard while sobbing. He wanted his mother.
He wanted his mom. To hug him again and tell him a story to sleep. He wanted her hugs.
He missed her so much.
Cale could only sob into the sheets and let out his thoughts without any comfort to find whatsoever.
' Maybe if i join mother, can i hug her forever? ' were the thoughts of Little Cale until he fell unconcious on the bed sheets of his mother.
Due to the intense crying, with how red he looked despite his bloody red hair, his conciousness fell low and despair overtook him once more.
The small figure laying on the beautifuly big bed with red sheets that represents his bloody hair and even the mother's was sleeping, if you can call that. Before that he hiccuped like never before, crying and calling for his mother. Yet to no avail, the mother had yet to have responded to his calls.
*** - FLASHBACK?
" My cutie, did you like the story? " Jour widely smiled at him, looking at him with such love and care. She spoke softly and gently to him, caressing his short, red hair while holding the book she just read tightly to his side.
The boy in her lap, looking exactly like her and looking at her with such love too, smiled and giggled, responding with an excited " Yes mommy! I loved it! ". With the response, the woman laughed along her baby boy and kissed his forehead, hugging the child lovingly.
" The vampire was so cool! " Cale continued giggling by her side, pointing at the 'Vampire Character' of the book they read and reviewed. Sure, it was a comic book with drawn on characters, but they both enjoyed it till the end.
" Oh? What did you like about him? " Jour quickly replied to her son, still having her wide and gorgeous smile spread across her face.
" I liked his hair. " Cale casually replied as if there wasn't a problem at all.
Jour couldn't help but snort and laugh loudly at that.
" Ahah- Cutie, you're right, you are! "
Cale hugged his mother tightly and pouted at her, as if trying to stop her from laughing at him.
" Mommy, don't laugh... "
" Oh, but cutie, i agree with you! Why shouldn't i? " Jour fake-gasped in 'suprise' but still hugged her baby in front of her, who was hugging her while being in her lap.
Oh how much she loved her baby.
" Cutie. "
" Mmm? " Cale muffled out an answer to the call of his mother, looking up to her but his red locks were in the way of his eyes, unable to fully view his pretty and gorgeous mother.
" Aww, cutie, first get your hair out of the way of your view then respond to me, alrighty? " Jour gently and carefully touched Cale and pulled of the red locks from his eyes. Cale just nodded while having his eyes closed.
" Anyway, what would you do if you really met your Vampire character? Hm? " Jour asked out of curiousity. Though, after she asked, her son was in deep thought.
" I would hug him? " Cale looked confused to say, but his tone of voice was very calm and reserved. Jour smiled at that. Honestly, Cale had no answer to that. The vampire was just more likeable from the other characters, that's all.
" My cutie is so caring and considerate, aww. " Jour once again kissed his forehead then right after hugged him tighter. In which Cale could only giggle softly and hugged her again back, adoring the attention given to him just now by his mother.
But not all things can stay the same, happy and loving, aren't i right?
***
" Poor little birdy. " Someone's voice rang out in the room, it was deep but sounded concerned. The man who's voice ranged the room just now left out a sigh, not knowing if it was out of concern or pity.
" If i took you, would you be happier? " The deepness remained in the voice, but the figure had a smile across it's face. The figure was still calm and observing the small red head who looked like he was having a nightmare, but none would check on him. The figure quickly realized that, and took it as an opportunity to wait for the little boy to wake up.
" You're as beautiful as Jour, it's as if you two are one of the same. " The figure continued whispering it's thoughts, now moving away from the window and sitting in a comfortable sofa. Yet, it still observed the smaller one, not in alert, but it was most definitely to see if the boy would wake up any time sooner.
Plus, the nightmare the smaller figure had looked terrifying, based of off the child's expressions and heavy breathing.
" Well, you are after all. " The figure finished it's sentence from last time and remained calm on it's feet. The figure's smile remained on it's face, but it had the urge to just snatch the little child and take it in as it's own.
Maybe it should just wait? Yes, that's it. It couldn't just snatch it without the child's permission.
Suddenly, as if alarmed, the figure ran towards the smaller child in alert.
The child just woke up, but it wasn't such a plesant sight.
The Child, Cale, his eyes were full of tears. The face being red out of the crying, and his frown that was on his face was quickly changed into an expression of trying to catch one's breath. Yet, the figure stared but didn't just stand there. The figure took both of Cale's fragile hands and plastered them together with it's own, attempting to make the child look at him. It repeatedly spoke out a few " Breath in, Breath out " " Stay calm " " One, two, three... " trying to calm the boy. It still waited, waiting for the child to calm down quickly.
Soon enough, Cale stopped the quick panic attack he had gotten due to his nightmare.
" Are you alright, little one? " The figure's ever so deep voice called out to him, voice filled with genuine concern that the child in front had not heard since his mother's passing.
Cale looked up to the taller man, blinking a few times as if to check if he wasn't hallucinating. Yet, it made it hard to truly see since his sight was blurry from his long and soaked eyelashes. He rubbed his eyes a few times, and the figure still remained there.
The figure was a male, a male who had beautiful purple eyes, pale skin and fairly long white hair spread across his back and somewhat torso. His gaze fixateted on him, it was similar to his mother's gaze...
Wait, who was he?!
How did he even get here?
" I... I am but... " Cale slowly spoke to the man, but was quickly cut out by the other.
" If you are wondering who i am, let me introduce myself to you.
I, Fredo Von Ejellan, am the Duke of the Endable Kingdom. I was also quite close with your mother, Jour. " The figure finally being introduced, Fredo.
" Mother...? " Cale's breath was caught, completely.
" Yes, i have come here to take care of you prior your mother's request. "
" Mother requested you? "
" Indeed. You see, little one, we two were quite close before. I made a promise that i would take care of her child if anything were to happen, so i am here to make a request for you. " Fredo voiced out, scooting over to the bed and sitting next to cale, who sat up and listened to the other.
" A request for me?... " Cale sounded confused, and yes, he was. A child like him to get a request by someone? Who was an already adult who knew his mother? What?
" Yes, indeed. Would you like to hear my request? " Fredo asked Cale softly, smiling at him. When receiving a small nod from the kid in front, he continued.
" As my promise with Jour was to take care of you, i wish to request you to either come with me and let me take you in as my own, to be able to give you eternal happiness and care... Or, you could stay here. " Unlike the care that bastard Deruth gave you, Jour was right, he is stupid. The thought was left to be unspoken, but Fredo wanted to say it.
" Whaa... " The child looked at the older man in surprise, blinking rapidly once again. As if he could not believe the words directly coming from the -Vampires- mouth.
"All I say is truth, my child. Decide quickly, I give you a day, how about it? I'll come here at midnight." Fred's softly spoke to him, and held out his hand. His hand had long fingers which had slightly long nails that were colored in black. He quickly pulled it away at the mere mention of coming back. Slowly turning away from Cale and heading towards the window, he turned to the boy who bit his lip and nodded at the man. Fredo smiled "See you by then, my son." The two last words were more of a whisper that Cale would barely hear, and Fred's assumptions were correct, he did not in fact hear it.
Cale had a long time of deciding then.
***
7:00 AM - Breakfast -
Cale woke up in his bed, to his surprise. He had clearly slept in his mother's room, after having cried all night. Perhaps it was that weird, purple-haired person who had done that? Had he carried Cale on his own? Only Cale would like to know.
Rubbing his left eye and stretching in the bed, he quickly jumped out of the big bed and took a deep breath. Hearing a knock on his door, he assumed it would be Ron.
"Young master, are you awake?" It was, of course, Ron.
"Yes, I am."
"Well then, good morning." Ron opened the wooden door and greeted his young master with a bow, who returned the greeting with a small 'Morning.'
"Shall i prepare clothes for the Young Master?" Ron smiled at him, viciously. In which Cale got chills down His spine but he just quickly nodded at him, Ron then getting his clothes out of the luxurious closet.
Cale waited for his clothes so he could change into them for the day, after all, it would be a long one.
"Young master, here are your clothes." Ron handed some simple clothes to the 8 year old, who accepted them and thanked him.
"Thanks."
Cale quickly changed into his own clothes and turned to Ron quickly. He looked at the expression Ron had, which of course was still his signature smile but something was wrong.
"Ron?"
"Yes, young master?" Ron replied,
"is something the matter?"
"..." Ron paused before continuing to speak,
"I'm afraid your father has told me to tell you that he would be going on a temporary vacation for a few." Ron ended it with that.
Cale stared at the older butler, shocked at what he'd spoken.
Hadn't mother... Hadn't mother passed at least a week ago? Why had he gone then?!
Cale bit his lip and sighed," I understand, Ron. Please prepare me some water. "
" Yes, young master." Ron turned away from him and leaves for the water.
Cale sits on his large bed, still trying hard not to believe Ron's words. Yet, of course, once again he had been left alone.
Thrown away.
Cale scoffed at his thoughts, perhaps he should... Give that purple haired man a chance? He knew his mother, after All... Ugh.
*** 11 AM - FREE TIME -
Cale had wanted to go check up on his mother. He was still grieving and after his father left without saying anything, he thought atleast talking to his mother would comfort him in some way.
He had also told everyone not to follow him, in which they quickly obeyed him.
Walking up to the beautiful garden full of roses, there laid his mother's grave.
Cale bit his lip, since the last he had been there, he could not bring it to himself to even look at it. He wanted to cry, he really did. To wail like a newborn, for his mother. He couldn't.
He positioned himself near the grave. He looked at his mother's portrait laid onto a big pile of flowers. There were mostly roses, as they represented her most.
Cale could feel his eyes getting watery, how could he not?
"mother..." He finally let out a word, he felt his breath hitched and stopping him from saying a word, only letting that escape.
"I miss you dearly, mommy... Why aren't you here? This is so unfair..." Cale felt something toxic stain his cheeks, when he came to rub it, he realized it was a tear.
Right after yesterday, huh?
Cale hiccuping a few more muffled words, did not realize something laying near the grave whatsoever.
While he finally opened his eyes again, he then realized a somewhat thing similar to a box near the grave.
"huh?" Cale let out a confused noise, slowly getting closer to the box. As he opened it, he realized something...
It was actually a diary?
Was it his mother's?
Slowly picking it up, he looked at it with peeks of interest.
"is this perhaps mother's diary? Oo... Maybe I can?..." Cale wanted to open it, but it felt like ruining his mother's privacy. She herself told him not to ruin someone's privacy after all.
Maybe reading a little wouldn't hurt? After all, he loved reading.
*** 11:19 AM
After he had read his mother's disaster of a diary, Cale quickly closed it, being ashamed since he completely disobeyed himself and his mother.
The ground started to shake.
To be more specific, only the hill the graves were on started shaking wildly.
Cale got up alarmed, only to wobble around whatsoever.
What was happening?
And then somehow, a tree with golden red leaves sprouted.
The tree was a shiny dark maroon color, while the branches shooting out seemed as strong as the vicious currents of the water in a valley.
The leaves resembled his hair color. Cale's hair color.
He heard a voice at that moment.
It was the voice of a young woman who seemed to be in her late teens...
– Hmm? Who might you be?
' M-mother?... ' cale thought, suddenly turning somewhat anxious at hearing the voice.
– Who might you be and how are you super cute like me?
"Huh?..." the child voiced out, sitting up to the tree and looking at it.
– I'm talking about you. Yes, you. You look so cute.
The woman continued speaking
– I have this weird feeling that I will like you even though we just met! You oddly look like that half-witted fool Deruth, but you also look similarly handsome as my eldest orabuni!
Even as Cale's pupils started to shake, he had laughed at the mention of 'half witted fool deruth'... His mother really liked slandering his father, huh?
" Mommy... " Cale barely broke out a whisper, but he would continue talking to the voice of the woman that resembled her mother's no matter what.
– Who do you resemble that you are so handsome and cute?
"eh??..." Just by being praised by his mother left him frustrated. His ears started turning a bit red right after.
– Your confused expression as you say, 'excuse me' is oddly the same as Deruth's stupid face! Ah, it looks so cute!
Is this really his mommy?
– Anyway, you pass!
"I... what did i exactly pass?..." Vale called out to the voice, stuttering his sentence.
"...I pass because of my looks?" he guessed...
– My goodness!
– So cute! Look at how grumpy you look while asking if you pass because of your looks! You're such a little cutie!
By that, Cale felt himself get red out of pure embarrassment.
Yet he felt his body stiffen up.
- Well then cutie, I'll be happy to accompany you!~
*** 6:29 PM - Evening -
After learning that his mother as a teen was talking to him in his head, and her also finding out she is his mother in the future, she almost always praises and baby's him.
-Cutie, did you like your sleep?
- Cutie, rise and shine~
- AWW! You look so adorable like that!!!
- Cutie! Cutie!
It wasn't that he didn't like it. He was happy now that he could have his mother with him, even if she was younger. But her compliments and sudden interactions made him feel shy for whatever reason.
"Mommy, there was this guy... Fredo... He wants me to come with him so he can care for me... Should I go?" Cale asked his mother, of course all that was in his head, he wouldn't want anyone hearing him about it.
- Aiya! That Fredo did? Well, considering that Deruth fool left without any message, I say you follow your heart cutie! But I assure since I know Fredo, he would make sure to take good care of you.
The young Jour voiced out, her voice was that of an advice given to him.
Cale bit his lip once again and just nodded, thanking his mother for it.
He decided to skip dinner, making up an excuse that he had already ate when he didn't.
He decided to go to sleep early after sleeping for about 3 hours today again.
" I am going to go sleep, mommy. " Cale walked while telling her that, he walked closer to his room and closer. Holding the diary tightly.
-Alrightly, my cutie! Sweet dreams, alright? Mommy will take care of you!
Cale smiled softly at that, holding the diary of his mother even tighter than before.
Jour chuckled at that,
- Aiyah, aiyah! I love you too cutie!
She continued giggled until he went to his room.
He fell asleep quite quickly as well...
*** ??:?? PM/AM (?)
Some force slightly and somewhat gently shook him, making him wake up with a couple groans escaping him.
" Hey, little one... "
Fredo was back?
He opened his eyes, and he was correct. He was indeed back.
- Fredo! Cutie, is this about what you told me?
His mother's voice suddenly voiced out, it didn't disturb him in his sleep. His mother was so considerate.
" I'm sorry for waking you up, little one. "
" Don't apologize... " Cale sat up and looked at Fredo, who laughed quietly beside him.
" Have you... Decided? " Fredo asked, still quiet as to not make loud noises and hesitantly as well. What he got was a nod almost immediately.
" I will go with you. " Cale's look was something of trust.
Cale trusted him?
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This was originally supposed to be an angst fic where cale dies lmfao but i added fluff and what the heck.
idk when the next chapter will come out so yeah hope u liked it.
Requests are open if i feel like writing + find it interesting.
Idk how to make characters go in character ig.
Also yes Cale got his mother's ancient power + he met Fredo who calls him " My son " + " Little one "
i also forgot Fredo's name for a second and thought his name was Fyodor. I malfunctioned sorry.
ANYWAY. THIS WAS COPY AND PASTED FROM MY WATTPAD. SAME NAME. SAME NAME OF MY PROFILE!!!
MERRY CHRISTMAS YALL!!! HAVE A NICE DAY.