"What the hell you mean my nephew has been kidnapped!"

"I apologize, Headmaster, but your nephew seemed to have been brought to a Hybrid location by an Omega-Sorcerer breed."

"An Omega-Sorcerer? Play the feedback from his amulet immediately!"

"Yes, Headmaster. We fear that the Omega-Sorcerer breed has gotten to your son as well."

"This mission is too dangerous, let alone the end results. Is that Komics boy dead yet? I've already killed the rest of his family, only he remains."

"No, Headmaster."

"Who's the last Black Lotus X member we have left?"

"I believe it is—I'm not so sure actually."

"Whoever it is, tell them to go to the location and debrief my son and my nephew about the Omega-Sorcerer breed, then let the three kill off Komics and the Omega-Sorcerer breed. No one must know that there are some that remain after the war."

"Anything else, Headmaster?"

"When my son comes back, he must forget everything he has learned. I've been observing him through his amulet and he's been growing more emotion towards certain Hybrids."

"How do you plan to do so, if you do not mind me asking, Headmaster."

"Trauma and brainwashing—my son isn't a strong person mentally. He has the same traits as his Mother, he accepts people easily and struggles to let them go; he loves, rather than thinking of benefit. I've tried to eliminate this by abusing him, but his fate wants to pull the strings. I'll make sure he'll be the perfect war machine."

"Isn't this too much for a child, Headmaster?"

"It does not matter the age of torture! That useless boy would have been dead by now if not for my help! He's weak, no fit to be a leader unless I mold him into the perfect image!"

"I apologizing for asking, Headmaster."

"No need for apologies, you've just given me an idea."

"What is it, Headmaster?"

"Access the insanity that has been placed in his head since birth, raise the voices and up his strength. The more insanity—the easier the brainwashing."

***

Seto sighed, hugging his knees as he dug his face into his lap. It was quiet in Brice's house, the two decided to skip their mission session and just go relax. They've been procrastinating on this, but it didn't really matter—they had all year after all.

Well, Brice did.

"Are you feeling a bit better?" Brice had broke the silence by walking in. He held a teapot in his hands, as well as two cups. It seemed like green tea, "I did some research and I'd thought you'd like some green tea."

"Thanks, Brice." Seto murmured, lifting his head to reveal his bloodshot eyes. His head was pounding, almost as if something was beating at it with a stick. His eyes were sensitive to light now as well, whenever he'd see something bright, that flash of nausea returned. Brice had turned the lights off in his house and shut the curtains in an attempt of help.

The blond sat down next to him, pouring him a cup of tea in a large mug and passing it to him. Seto took it with two hands and began to lightly sip it. The tea had a strong smell but a bland taste, but he seemed to like it. Brice didn't drink any of it, he just stared at the brunet. Seto managed to finish his portion of the tea and placed it on the table side.

"You really are interesting to me, Seto." Brice had smiled, stroking the brunet's hair, softly. Seto purred, leaning on Brice's shoulder. He listened to his calming heartbeat, it made Seto smile.

"Really? How so?" Seto asked.

"It's just something about you—it's just..." Brice took a pause, "extraordinary."

Seto felt his heart flutter as his face heated up. He shook his head and decided to change the subject, "...are you going to drink the rest of the tea? You've even got a separate cup."

"Oh." Brice said simply. "Do you want more?"

"No." Seto paused, "I'm alright now, I don't need anymore."

Brice nodded and set the tray, and the teapot, on the table side. He hoped it wouldn't spill. He took a seat back next to the brunet, swinging his arm around his shoulder like he'd usually do. Seto sighed, simply resting his head back on Brice's shoulder once more. It was densely quiet, Seto's thoughts recoiled and recollected. It would be nice for the world to pause—taking a break away from all the stress. Nothing would be over, though, there were still things that needed to be finished. Things that needed to be done.

The voice in Seto's head seemed to calm down over the past couple days, but today it seemed like it was beginning to wake up. Sometimes he would hear whispers, loud whispers, in a quiet room. Sometimes the voice would yell in his head, but the yelling within the room he was in made it seem like it was nothing. Maybe he was going crazy, the mission did stress him out. With Brice, he had seemed to forget about everything and relax.

Every time he would be around Brice, his face would always heat up, and his heart would seem to be racing—almost as if in an intensive battle. His stomach would churn and his knees would buckle and go weak. He liked Brice around him, he liked it when he talked and when he would throw his arm around his shoulder. He liked it when Brice would kiss his forehead when he would "be asleep," and he liked it when Brice expressed his emotions out to him. He cared—no person could say otherwise. Yet Seto knew emotions were hard to understand—what were these new emotions he was feeling?

Maybe it was a thing Hybrids had called a "liking?"

Yeah, a "liking."

Seto "likes" Brice.

Brice loves Seto.

Brice loved the way Seto had talked, and the way his eyes would slightly light up when seeing him and the blush that would appear on his pale face. He loved the way he softly snored when he slept, and he loved the way his breathing would be so calm, so collected. He loved Seto's physical appearance, he had always astonished others who had thought lowly of him. Seto has an importance to Brice, the Prince of Hybrids found himself falling for him. Seto didn't know what the "proper" term for feeling was, but he found himself tumbling as well.

The brunet was never really the Sorcerer to express "emotion," but it had always been evident in a shape or form. He would cry, laugh, and express feelings of happiness. Seto had, like his deceased mother, always work his heart on his sleeve. He was the same as Kyle regarding emotion, the fuchsia haired male could always see that but Seto would blinded to that.

An ink shadow of a straight pencil could probably see that, too.

Maybe it was something about their opposites that brought them together, or maybe it was just simply fate deciding to pull at their strings. Fate did like to toy with decisions, almost as if it was a silly board game for children. In the end, one of the two boys would have to thank fate for their endings and experiences—whether happy or sad. It molded them into the "people" they were today, despite the differences in species.

Their behavior together was questionable to say the least, most thought they were, truly, a force that should not be reckoned with. Maybe they were, or maybe it was just the overwhelming adrenaline emotion simply getting to their heads. They were teenagers after all, the "silly" and free Hybrids and Sorcerers of society that would create their own fates; their own destinies. Species has always torn that image apart.

No Hybrid has allied with a Sorcerer during the Revolt period of time. Brice was oblivious to the brunet's possible threat and danger he had imposed to his own people, and knowing that threat might make fate loose its grip on the strings. There were two paths in which Brice could have taken on the subject; accepting change or disregarding it. Seto had hoped that it would never reach to that point in time, and he hoped that the two months would go by fast with no relations.

Guess Seto was letting the emotion ring back into his head like he always did.

But the Rebellion was close to come, any day they could decide that the time was proper to go against their morals and become reckless. Both of them knew this, but through different means. "X" was taunting Brice through the scriptures, and the Royal Predictors could be incorrect about the Rebellion. Their futures were intertwining; the Prince of Sorcerers and the Prince of Hybrids could end up causing a war; all while being teenagers. It was interesting how every piece of the puzzle was coming together.

There will always struggles along the road, bumps and holes that always seemed to be out of place. New enemies will venture out, and old friends will return. It was all going to turn out into a perplexing series of events, one that the history books will declare as a "massive event." The clock was ticking, and fate wasn't always the most pleasant being. One wrong turn and everything would go back down into the ashes it had been birthed from.

Seto feared that something would happen to Brice—and it would be his fault. It would be better for Seto to leave the School of Creation in order for Brice to be safe. Yet, the thought of leaving within two months time broke Seto's heart. He didn't want to leave and go back to the emotionless and abusing world he knew; he wanted to stay with Brice, the one that made him feel emotions that he had never learned, nor experienced, back in the Shei Province; back in the Sorcerer Territory.

His emotions were growing strongly, he could be easily compared to his mother. She risked everything to keep any living being safe, she was acceptant and a kind, loving Sorcerer. Many believed that she would be the one to reunite Sorcerers and Hybrids together with her heart made up of gold. Yet, nothing lasts forever, and expectations could always drop. Seto's father saw this coming, he saw the opportunities that she had held by being the rank that she was within society.

Seto had always been lied to, they always lied that his mother was killed when she gave birth to him. Seto's mother died from Seto's father, the ruthless Headmaster who was bloodthirsty for power. Seto was put up to high expectation once his mother had died, but those expectations were shattered when growing up under the Headmaster's tough grip.

After all, everyone wants to change the world, but no one—no one wants to die.

So, Seto sat there, taking in the emotion and the beauty of things. He didn't want to go back, he didn't want to stay with his lies either. He wanted to make a change, something that could make history. The Rebellion—whatever caused it must have given him a proper motive. He needed to find that motive and soar with it.

Of course, with all the assumptions, the predictions, and the visions, they didn't happen yet. After all, it had been only a week since the two Princes had met, and it was close to being two. It was a crisp Wednesday afternoon and one could say that things were going a bit "fast," regarding their relations—but every moment they spent together had always ended with the same emotions that would bubble up and never be released through their word or mouth. Brice sighed, breaking the silence and thoughts and beginning to laugh to himself as he ran his hand through his blond hair.

"What is it?" Seto asked, his voice soft pitched and light.

"The future really astonishes me," he had smiled from ear to ear. "You astonish me too. I love you so much, Seto."

"I love you too, Brice."