"Prince Harvey," a voice called from the back of the room, "the Headmaster is requesting you to sleep, it has been hours since you've rested."

Seto scrunched his nose, uneasy as he turned in his chair. His glasses rested on the bridge of his nose, and his hair was quite messy. Visible bags under his eyes laid deep, digging and darkening constantly as the days grew longer and nights shorter. He was in no need of assistance, as he'd say, but would constantly wipe himself out and require his father to clean up after him. "I'm worried about Dawn."

"Dawnables?" Seto scrunched his nose again, visible disgust.

"Her name Dawn. Not Dawnables," Seto couldn't help but correct him, it annoyed him quite a bit.

"Don't you trust her with this mission? You personally selected her, after all."

Seto shook his head, "I trust Dawn with my life. I'm worried because—"

"—you love her. Ah, Prince Harvey, everyone knows you too well around here. Falling in love instead of proper selection by the people of your father."

"Father allowed the marriage! Now, I demand you to get out!"

The next thing he knew, the door was slammed shut and the walls shook. It was quiet, desolate as well perhaps. Seto turned back to his desk, his amulet resting on the surface with a hologram peeking out. He could watch Dawn's every move, she was doing quite well. The people she was talking to looked oddly familiar, despite Seto not knowing who those people were. He had to admit, she was a pretty good actor.

She intrigued him.

He loved everything about her; the way she walked, the way her voice sounded, her smile, her laugh, the odd way her selection of style was chosen. Yes, she is everything to him. Seto didn't have that empty feeling within him, he had felt empowered by her presence. Yet, part of him knew something was wrong with this ending, almost as if he didn't want it. But he knew it was something he had needed, desperately.

It was that blond boy, the one who called himself "human." Seto knew about the boy, the once benevolent prince of the Hybrid species. He intrigued him too; how could a prince betray his own roots? If it wasn't for the constant worry of having Hybrids attack the Sorcerers left and right, the Humans would be Seto's main concern.

Concerns.

He cracked his knuckles and adjusted his posture, slouching in his chair and listening in to the conversation. Dawn was sent there to infiltrate the base and learn as much information as she could, his property would never betray him. She was currently talking to that blond boy, giving him false information. How stupid could Hybrids be?

"Right. That's their plan, just to get rid of the Hybrids? They don't want anything to do with us?" Accent. Seto felt like he had heard it before. If it wasn't for his amnesia, his father had called it, maybe he could just remember where it was from.

The boy was blond, tall, blue eyed, and had pale lips. Seto felt that fluttery feeling again in his stomach, churning. He wore something casual, just a black hoodie with white strings and ripped, bagged jeans. His hands were shoved into his pockets, he had slouched a bit as well. There was a messenger bag slung across his shoulder, a photo sticking out. He could barely see what it had depicted, but it was a "somebody" with the distinctive colour of brunet hair. The background was sunny, a clear day with sunshine. No clouds.

"That's right," Dawn replied. The perspective shifted down a bit. Seto noticed she was playing with her hands—it was her habit when she had become anxious.

Her wedding ring was gone.

Seto took a gaze at his own hands, the silver ring still glossy and shining like the first day he had worn it. He took the silver ring off and shoved it into his own pocket, then proceeded to adjust his glasses. Maybe that stupid servant was right, maybe he did need some rest.

His eyes glanced towards the monitor again, then towards his own bed. He took off his glasses, tapped on his amulet to power off the hologram, and headed towards the bed. Laying down and getting comfortable, he snuggled himself up. The covers smelled of lavender, which was appropriate since the sheets were purple. He released an exasperated sigh, muttered something to himself, and shut his eyes.

Yeah, maybe he did need a break from the world.

***

"I have so much I want to tell you Brice but I can't. I physically and mentally cannot tell you because it'll hurt you and I don't want to hurt you. We're from two different worlds, Brice, and I can't let you worry about things you don't need to worry about. I really want to tell you Brice, I really fucking want to tell you, but it's so fucking complicated and it—"

Silence.

Blissful silence.

Seto was cut off by the blond—the Prince of fucking Hybrids, planting his lips against his own. The brunet couldn't help but melt into it, his heart pounding out of his chest and the butterflies in his stomach violently flapping their wings. Brice's lips tasted like bitter coffee and sweet vanilla, it was satisfying to say the least. But, the thought just sank into his head.

The Prince of Sorcerers was kissing the Prince of Hybrids. And though each "species" being sworn enemies, the two "representatives" of each supposed "species" were kissing—and liking it.

The two eventually pulled away, Brice's lips curved into a smile and Seto's face burning bright red. The sky was tinted a light color of pink with gray clouds scattered across the sky. The two boys just sat there, quiet, awkward, and fuming with joy.

"You really looked cute when you're flushed like that." Brice was the first to speak as he cupped his hand against Seto's face. The brunet couldn't help but relax, a soft smile planted on his face.

"Brice, I just—"

"Look, that happened, there are no boundaries between us now. You can tell me Seto, you can tell me anything and everything. I'll kiss you again just to prove my point."

"Are y-you sure you won't be angry?" Seto stammered, afraid of what Brice's reaction would be.

"I'm sure," Brice nodded. "I wouldn't forgive myself if I got angry at you."

Seto held his breath as he let the tears flow down his face like a waterfall, "I'm the Prince of Sorcerers and I was sent here under the false alias of Seto Kaji b-because I was suppose to learn about Hybrids and their future generation. My piece of shit father wanted me to do this, despite it failing with my older brother who died years ago. Fucking hell—I just hate this emotion ordeal and I fucking hate just sitting here in front of you because it pains me so much that I've lied to you so much. I love you so much Brice and it physically pains me how much I love you and I just can't handle it—"

Brice pulled the brunet into a hug, patting his back and humming softly to him. The blond wasn't shocked, he expected something like this to happen. Yet, Seto being a Prince? Destiny had weird strings, ties perhaps, but Brice never imagined Seto being, practically, the same rank as Brice. It would explain his power and his outer appearance in the most part. He was just glad that he knew, and had proper confirmation, of all the theories that was in his head. He smiled, but then frowned.

"Why are you leaving, though?" Brice continued to question. Seto rested his chin on Brice's shoulder, sniffling.

"M-My brother—he's alive. I don't know how, and I don't know why, he just is. I need to go find him, I feel like it's my duty to. He's been gone all these years and he deserves to come back. He's probably just some lost soul who—"

"I'll help you find your brother," Brice interrupted, pulling away from the hug. Seto's eyes lit up, the shine in his eyes warming his heart. God, how much he loved this Sorcerer was unbelievable.

"R-Really?" Seto beamed, once more wiping away his tears away from his own eyes.

"Really." Brice confirmed, ruffling Seto's hair. "After all, I need to be there in case someone gets a funny idea to mess with you."

Seto giggled, "Thank you, Brice."

"It's no problem Seto," Brice smiled.

The two sat in silence, enjoying each other's company. Seto's mind was still wrapped around what happened—the kiss. It was strange, it still left him shaking and having those feelings of butterflies still in his stomach, but he loved it so much. He didn't want that interaction, that kiss, to end. He wanted to feel Brice's lips against his own again, he loves Brice so much that it physically pains him. He was right, there would be no boundaries between them, it was just truth.

It was weird. Emotions to Sorcerers were always weird, especially for the Prince of Sorcerers.

Instead of worrying about his supposed "alive" brother, he worried about Brice, the kiss. Would that mean that they would both would be in a relationship? Were they, whatever Hybrids had called it, boyfriends? How long would this relationship last before some kind of argument would happen? Will Brice stay until the end? Will Seto stay until the end?

"Does—does this mean we're a 'thing' now?" Seto asked, breaking the silence. He felt like an awkward idiot, but he was interested about Brice's response.

"I mean, if you'd want us to be a 'thing,' then sure." Brice nodded, rubbing the back of his neck while a cheeky smile was planted on his face.

"So, we're a thing?" Seto continued to question.  He really wanted "in depth" confirmation about it.

"Yeah," Brice nodded, "I mean, if you want me to properly ask then..."

The blond stood up, the wind picking up a bit and the autumn leaves swirling around them. Brice awkwardly bent down and picked up a dandelion, then handed it to the ever-so-giddy brunet.

"Seto, this is really cliché, but I love you so much, will you be my boyfriend—or whatever you call someone you love?" Brice asked, his face tinted red and a smile plastered on his face.

"Of course—of course I will Brice."

***

Seto woke up in a cold sweat that next morning. His heart was fluttering, and his face felt like it was burning. The sheets smelled of lavender, they were coloured purple. His curtains blew furiously, the window in front of him as open. His amulet was left untouched from last night, and his glasses were placed on the desk. The chair was pushed towards the white wall, and his silver ring was on the floor.

He touched his own lips for a moment, contemplating. He needed chapstick, but that was besides the point. Vanilla, he took a liking to that scent. It all seemed to familiar, but so out of reach, distant. These types of dreams had been occurring more and more lately, vivid and almost seeming to be hallucinations. Dreams of Kyle and Isaac, the dead that seemed to be so lively—and that blond boy.

Brice. His name was Brice.

Seto recalled that from the dream, but then felt utterly disgusted. It was almost as if he wanted to vomit, but he couldn't. He quickly got out of bed and ran to the bathroom, slamming the door behind him. He took a look in the mirror, then punched it. He was so confused, so angry.

He collapsed on the ground, the shards of glass around him as his knuckles bled. He heard a loud knock on the door, followed by it being kicked down. Seto took a look upwards, making eye contact with his father. He looked breathless, worried, outspoken.

"Purple," he muttered out, loud enough to hear, "—your eyes are purple again!"