"I'm sorry, It's was rude of us to participate in battle in your backyard." Laurence apologized to Luci, kneeling down to give her a bow.

Luci giggled, shrugging her shoulders a little. "It's alright." She placed a quirky smile across her tan face.

It was currently noon, and they weren't doing anything expect watching the orange haired witch work on some spells in order to get the three home. Garroth couldn't help but notice how much he'd been staring at Laurence. He was so different now...

Garroth narrowed his eyes, watching as Laurence placed a kiss on Luic's smooth hand, looking up a her. Garroth snapped his head away, not wanting to see more.

Garroth's eyes scanned the room, desperately trying to find something else to put his concentration on. His eyes landed on Zane and Travis, the two sat besides each other. It seemed Travis was attempting to flirt with latter only to be spat at.

Garroth rolled his eyes, focusing on another pair that lingered just outside of his line of sight. Vlyad and Dante, the two talked normally, Dante dropping in a few 'pick up lines' into the conversation., but his mind drifted back to Zane and Travis, Why on earth was Travis flirting with Zane? In Garroth's realm Zane and Travis were always at each others throats so it was odd they were even communicating.

...Meanwhile...

Travis ran his fingers through his dove white hair, biting his lip. "Your dating me in another universe-"

"Realm." Zane corrected him, looking out of the second story window looking down at all the people that roamed the mist filled streets.

Travis rolled his eyes, scoffing. "Yeah, Yeah, but..." Travis narrowed his eyes at the latter who gave him no attention. "So then how do you feel about me~?" He asked wrapping an arm around Zane's broad shoulders.

Zane looked to him, narrowing his visible eye at the younger. "I have no romantic nor sexual attraction towards thy."

Travis blinked, looking around the room. "Why?"

Laurence, who was over hearing their conversation spoke up. "Because you look nothing like our Travis."

Travis raised and eyebrow, ignoring the fact that Zane was desperately trying to push himself away from the albino. "How does he look?"

"Gray skin." Vlyad answered, pointing to his freckled covered cheek.

"Purple eyes." Zane spoke, finally ripping himself who Travis only growls in response.

"Horns." Laurence added on, pointing to his two temples with his clawed hands.

"And..." Zane slammed his finger lighting against Travis's cheek, pushing back his tan skin. "My Travis isn't this..." Zane narrowed his eyes at the albino, shoving his finger nail deeper into his skin. "Squishy..." He muttered, looking to the ground as if he weren't even paying attention.

Travis's face flushed red as he froze. Did Zane really just call him... Fat?

Dante chuckled, pointing to Zane. "Roasted by a medieval dude!" He snickered, while making a small 'oh' noise.

"Is thou making banter of our manner of speech?" Vlyad asked, looking towards Dante with an unamused face.

"What-? No I was just..." Dante muttered, looking down while scratching his fore arm and pursuing his lips as he cut himself off.

Laurence let out a snicker, sticking his tongue out at the two. Garroth sighed, biting his lip blanking out the conversation. His two brothers and best friend were gone and replaced with three completely new people. How was Zane and Vlyad's relationship with their Garroth? How did Garroth even act there? Was he cruel? Did he do something to them? Did he even exist...? Garroth took in a long sigh, contemplating his thoughts but only fell deeper into the whirl of his thoughts. Zane was gay there, about Laurence and Vlyad? Vlyad and Dante haven't met there, and they were best friends in here so what about Garroth and Laurence? Or was it like Zane and Travis where they had a relationship?

The thought of Laurence loving him, kissing him, touching him... Lava like heat fell across his entire face, making him bite his lip as he tried his hardest to shake the thoughts away but just couldn't.

Garroth ran his hand down his face, biting his lip. FInally, an distraction took his mind away from his thoughts. Luci let out a laugh in victory, placing her hand on curved hip while pointing to the disorganized book with papers and book marks hanging loosely from the tattered pages. "I think this may work!" She declared, "Okay, you three, sit in the center of the room."

The deadly treo nodded, straying towards the center of the room. They all crossed their legs, sitting down on a teal, circleuar, rug that was laid down in the center of the room. Luci took in a huge breath, grabbing her hat and placing it a top her orange hair. "Kanashimi no nikushimi o nikumu watashi wa anata no namida no tame ni korera no mono o musubitsukeru." She chanted.

The room grew dark, expect for the three staged in the middle of the room. Their eyes grew completely white, with a glowing light lingering on each of their eyes. Soon, what seem to be a cloud like stream flooded from each of their foreheads, spiraling into a small ball of steam floating in the center of the three. With a blinding light, a picture appeared in the small ball.

Garroth stared at the image, slowly moving until it seemed to be a movie.

Laurence ran through the forest, his sword sloppily dragging along side him. He came across a house, made of bricks and hay hanging over the walls, making up for the lack of a roof. The window plane was broken, blood had been thrown across it. Laurence's blue eyes widened as he came onto the stone path that had been stomped into the dirt below.

Laurence threw the door open, his head snapping around, trying to find something. Laurence let out a gasp, shocking the others watching from the sides of the room, staring at the cloud with great interest.

Laurence was looking down at a body, the orange to yellow hair was messily across the floor, covering the girl's face. A pool of blood leaked from her side, staining the wooden floor. Laurence knelt over, pushing the body gentle, making it turn over so it could face the ceiling of the small cottage. Blood stained the girl's face, her blue eyes were dull as she had a small smile planted across her lifeless face.

Tears flooded down his face as he backed away, pressing himself against the wall of the house, looking around frantically. Laurence grabbed his chest, griping onto the fabric as he stared in utter horror at the body laid out before him. "Cad..."

The cloud went white, showing off another blinding light before a new image was shown,  forming into what seemed to be another movie.

They seemed to be looking at a throne room, torches were held against the stone brick walls. Velvet cloth dripped down the walls, being held by golden hooks. Vlyad came into sight, his brown hair was being held by a hand, tears welling from his green eyes. The hand dropped Vlyad, making the brunette curl up in a ball on the stone floor, covering his head with both of his arms, tears racing from his eyes to chin. The other's face was blurred, no matter how hard Garroth tired, he couldn't see it clearly, he had noticed a small yellow hint, probably the figure's hair.

The other kicked Vlyad multiple times, until Vlyad looked at him. As soon as one of Vlyad's eyes were shown, the man griped onto his shoulder, digging his nails into the younger's skin. As the other turned Vlyad around, he ripped out the skin he had tucked his nails under his skin. Blood splattered over the two, making Vlyad's eyes widened as his shoulder bled.

The other gripped onto a knife with his free hand, swinging towards Vlyad who done nothing to dodge he blade's attack. The sharp object dug into his skin, bringing out more blood from his cheek. The man pulled his hand back, only to give Vlyad a slash on the other cheek, almost matching the scar forming on his right cheek. Vlyad cried out, his tears now stained with blood.

The ball grew white again, showing a new movie.

Zane was held by his throat, his entire face was shown. Instead of his left eye, a small gem was in it's place, glowing brightly. A knife was met with his gem, digging around the skin.

Zane's face froze as he stared at un see figure, terrified. Blood leaked down Zane's face. His color became pale, all veins in face that were noticable as they flushed black, as the light in his eyes were drained of life. Garroth stared at the gruesome picture playing, unsure of what he should do.

The ball evaporated into a steam like gas that vanished as quickly as it had arrived. The three who sat still on the rug were frozen, their pupils returning to their once vacant eyes. Acid ran down Vlyad's face, burning through the skin as he bit his lip.

Laurence stared at the floor, blood building up against his eye lids, threatening to fall yet the brunette kept them in check.

Zane was starring with a blank face at his own hands, a single line of blood dripped down his shown cheek, clinging onto his smooth chin once the red arrived.

Those were their worse memories... Garroth thought to himself, as the group remained in crippling silence.

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