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"Oh God-"

Collapsing into the sink, you washed the disgusting taste of Rouxls Kaard's Mac'n'Cheese.

It took you a while to gulp the meal silently, and with each second your stomach tightened and ached all the more. Being the person that you are, you excused yourself from the Duke's sight before marching back into your bedroom with your palms preventing your vomit from escape.

Now here you are, clenching into the bathroom sink of your bedroom, you desperately cleaned the monstrosity out of your taste buds.

"What in the hell did I just eat- ugh..."

Jevil, being the silent observe that he is, couldn't bare gazing at your trembling body. He hurriedly took hold of you, while his tail curled around your waist as the last bearing support to keep you steady. "There there, dear."

This went on for about solid fifteen minutes, foretelling the worried Jester of this cursed Mac and cheese from the depth of hell:

It looked as if it had been boiling for much longer than it pleaded, leaving it wilted with the excess heat. When you first imagined a delicious Macaroni and Cheese, the saliva-inducing fantasy bore no resemblance to the sad specimen that you ended up consuming. It was an abomination.

The sheer memory of its taste causes you to almost puke your guts out once more.

"AHA! Where in the appellation of everything that is created does a Duke of puzzles cooks? This must be the newest horseplay this kingdom has demonstrated yet." - Jevil rubbed your back patiently, his other hand trying to carefully grasp your hair away from your washed face.

"I swear that guy threw in an entire garlic piece with its peels still on... with some outdated cheese... I don't know." - With the water pouring out from the tap, You began cleaning your face, washing the distress away from your masked expression. Jevil held a rather firm grip around your shoulder, just in case if your legs decided to finally give up on you.

Yet fascinatingly enough, you were still alive.

Water was splashed upon your (skin-color) features, bringing up a new glistering shine to them. Jevil silently listened to your complaints, watching with concentration as your face now dripped with water, dancing from your cheeks all the way down to your chin. He blinked for a moment, ashamed; trying to avert his gaze from your jawline, yet he found difficulties from restraining himself. Thus, he silently let his eyes take in a picture of your skin glistering like a pearl, your lips acquisitioning the kissable hue of pink merrily once you doused yourself with clean water. They surely looked so soft, so divine. And The jester couldn't help but bite his own lips provocatively.

But omitting his thoughts away, Jevil shook his head with a jingle, acknowledging the doleful emanation within your eyes - "You're feeling any better, my Lightner?"

"Ugh." - was your response.

Maintaining his hand on your shoulders, Jevil slithered his purple tail out from your waist, leading it to retrieve a hanging towel - "Here we go, nice and clean!"

"Hey, I can take it."

"Ah, Ah-" Jevil refused to hand you the towel that fast "Can you stand still?"

"It's alright, I got this. Thank you." - Giving you the full control, The jester hesitantly let his tail uncurl from your torso, before levitating aside. Perhaps your stomach had stopped lurching, yet it merely excluded in bruised insides. "I will never eat a mac'n'cheese again."

"A Spade impersonating the head king, a Rule Card role-playing as a chef and master of puzzles - I told, I told you! This realm has gone - CUCKOO!" - The Jester's head bounced like a Jack in the Box supported by a spring, his head wearing a rather macabre grin and shrilling eyes. "What a gag of frivolity. And then they called me corrupted."

You stared at him, fiddling the towel back to its place. "Wasn't it like that before? I thought it's been going on like this since forever."

"Nope! Everyone was completing their according positions. Before the Knight decided to show his power, his force!"

"...The King did mention a strange 'Knight' to me. In fact, he was sure that I somehow know him."

"Oh, and do you?"

"Do I look like I have any bloody idea what's going on this world?"

"UEE HEE, You got me! You must understand - The foolish Rules Card is nothing more but a nuisance, a fuss. His place of order was of minor importance: But nooo, this gent had to bargain for a higher rank. Now, look at him, being all fancy and lavish, standing proud as the King's left hand."

You watched as Jevil spoke of the King's court with such hatred and objection, that it was almost spine-chilling to look at him whenever he spoke with clenched teeth. "Man, you hate this place more than anyone else I've ever seen."

"If you were locked in here as long as I was, you would've murdered everyone decades ago... " - he waved you off, jokingly.

But you glared at him as if looking within his eyes, yet not directly. You have emerged in your train of thoughts once more:

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A blistering star shone within the lab, it's vivid light sending an odd yet recognizable warmth. Knowing this familiar golden glitter, you are filled with...

"Oh God, Oh god - what-what in the world just happened? ████ ? How did I get back here, please tell me this isn't real, please?!"

"(Y/n)? (Y/n)! Calm down, I beg you! What- what's wrong?!"

Your hysterical weeps echoed in the corridors of the lab that night.

It seems, you two went beyond any field of quantum physics, breaking a new reality of finding new aspects within the fabric of time, space and power.

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"What's that I see?" - Having spoken up, Jevil pulled you out of your nonexisting memory lane. Turning back to him, you saw that he was eyeing something shiny lying on the bathroom countertop

"Huh?" - you took the said object of interest - "Oh It's a (fav-color) hairband... I got it from-"

"Ooh! From those paper dancers?"

"Y-yeah, actually, how did you know?"

Jevil flew around, taking the (fav-color) accessory in his palms to examine with a rather impressed smile:

"They might be bland perfectionists, alas they are cheeky little things. They're the best balletomanes, known for a minimalistic outcome to ornaments. Though I heard they're a great ordeal of focus and concentration for the wielder."

"You mean their items makes someone more concentrated and precise?"

"You bet, you bet - though I'm surprised you didn't equip it yet?"

"Uh, I don't know ... I guess Me, Kris and the rest were so involved in running away from the guards that day that I completely forgot about it." - The day when you competed against those paper-ballerinas and ran away with the trio seemed long in the past, yet it was merely 2 days ago.

"Well," - Jevil looked at the (fav-color) hair band then back at you "You should. Allow me to do it!"

"Excuse me?"

"Let me help you equip it by doing your hair! That is, under your allowance of course."

You blinked.

"Please."

"I mean, why," - your eyes widen slightly with surprise "I didn't expect in hundred years for you to make me my hair... but, I guess? Okay?"

Jevil's devilish smirk found its way back to envelop this room with a passionate light. He landed on his feet, turning you to face the mirror of the bathroom while holding the (fav-color) hair band proudly. "Are you lacking faith in my skillful artistry or do you just dislike me that much, ey?"

"I'm not sure, why don't you tell me?"

"I~" - he sang, retrieving a hairbrush to comb your hair "Think you're unimpressed with my resourcefulness."

You snorted, "Jevil, seriously, can you even make any kind of hairstyle? Like a (fav-style) or..."

"HA! I CAN DO ANYTHING," - he boomed. "even the most mediocre uh ...um, what was it?"

"A (fav-style) hairstyle."

"EVEN THE MOST GLORIOUS AND ELEGANT (YOUR-STYLE) THAT YOUR SUPREMACY WOULD WISH FOR...! You'll just have to wait while I'm, uh, trying to figure it out. Okay?"

"Okay, Jevil, I'm not complaining."

You smiled at him, glancing at the reflection of the mirror where you watched how the concentrated Jester began treating your hair with utmost delicacy. Jevil was deeply fixated, Indulging within the luxury of your rich (hair-length) locks, he ran his fingers through an avalanche of (hair-color) hair.

He attentively began combing your hair, and Although he was wanky at first, he got the prime gist of it, succeeding in his task. You stood silently, greatly surprised at how dainty the jester tried to be whenever came to physical contact with you. Just as you were keeping an eye of his movements from the mirror, Jevil caught a glance of you staring at him. But you quickly averted your gaze, mutely.

He smiled.

'Crush' would be such an infantile word for Jevil, one that must have been invented by older folks, with an achievement of destroying the real words to describe his thoughts about you. Jevil couldn't call his current feeling with such phrase, no. He would rather call it - an admiration. A strong praiseful admiration for everything that is you.

"Beautiful."

"Mhm?"

"Voila, mademoiselle!" - stepping out proudly, Jevil let you examine his master-work on you. It was simple, classical (fav-style) embellished by the (fav-color) accessory that the paper-ballerinas handed you. It had such a minimalistic yet pure look on you, that even being a pessimist when it comes to fashion you couldn't deny, It looked: "Marvelous!"

"So, so? Do you like it?"

"Of course I do! It's actually very good, Jevil. I'm surprised you somehow stayed still for five minutes and didn't put my hair on fire."

"Oh C'mon! My labor is no surprising phenomenon!"

"I'm just kidding, really. Thank you! For the first time being here, I somewhat feel... elegant." - you glanced around in the mirror, a hopeful smile developed unexpectedly "...Maybe now if I look less trashy and tired, I could talk to The King more seriously."

Just when Jevil began warming closer to you, his chipper smile fell in an instance: "-what?"

Neither of you had a twice moment to rethink, as you were already jaunting towards the door - "I'll be very quick. It was about time me and him talk face to face to deal this nonsense. Either way, I'm not willing to just stay locked in here until I-"

The door was slammed shut. Jevil pressed his back against the door so hard, you practically jumped from the loud slam. It's as if his body was glued to the door, preventing you from even pulling his levitated form away from it.

"WHY THERE'S NO NEED TO GO BACK TO HIM, NOW IS IT?"

"Jevil, what are you doing?" - your eyes flung wide.

"I-I MEAN, HEHEE, We can just STAY HERE FOR A WHILE, and just take a break from everything... from, from - EVERYONE. You needn't be at a constant rush and pressure with such condition after a-"

He stayed leaning on the door, leaning slightly towards you, a crooked smile breaking through his ghoulish face.

"I am perfectly fine, Jevil." - your voice became more demanding "It's just a scratch. Now get out of the door, please."

"And The King will help how exactly, dear? By locking you away even further just for himself?"

"That's why I need to talk with him!"

"WHY WOULD YOU IF YOU JUST COULD TALK WITH ME?"

You looked at him, your once fiery eyes dosed in ice, unnervingly making your glare even harsher. For Jevil It was like you'd drifted into a shell, so tough to reach. He knew he shouldn't have open his mouth.

"No no...I just-" - he saw you back away from him, your expression cold - "Let's just talk. Together."

"Your words right now are more than enough for me. Stop speaking in riddles and be straightforward! First, you fight me like a madman, then come unannounced, then you suddenly have a change of heart, trying to do everything for me just so I can forgive you?!"

Darkness came like a thick velvet curtain of the theatre. It was as if earlier's peace had been one part of a play and the rest was to come after this intermission of night. Jevil let his gaze drop the floor, to the highs and lows of emotions, and to the love that dwelt in his heart. He could wish for you to feel the same thing he's feeling.

Thus, he carefully stepped closer to you, his lips shut together. You felt him took hold of your both hands, placing them on his shoulder, while he himself felt scared to even place a finger on your scarred waist. But he obligated.

"I just want you to forgive me, to trust me just like you did when we first spoke to each other. Can we not put our wrong deeds aside, I beg you, I beg you?"

"..is that why were you trying to keep me here for as long as possible? To get along?"

"Now that you're saying in like that, I feel like everything that I do is horrible to you." - He tried to lean on to you, to know what it's like to keep you in his arms, to hold you. And his actions didn't go unnoticed by you.

"Jevil," - You sighed, sensing the turmoil tearing you and Jevil apart. You conjectured to tilt closer by placing your head on his shoulder to imitate a hug to this disquieted Jester. Just to keep him at bay - "I... I understand. And I appreciate your help, you know that. I'm just, not willing to stay in here forever. Especially not while Susie, Kris, and Ralsei are locked in a prison while I'm here basking in some luxury?"

"We may work together. We'll help each other out."

"Yes... Yes, we could."

Jevil held tight on your body, hugging you fully. "Would you trust me then?"

Coming to you, to be healed by you; For him, it's almost forbidden, yet to stay away - is a fruitless pain. So here he remains locked in love that brings calamity, for his heart strayed where it should not. Now it's preposterous to neglect the warmth that he's feeling from your touch.

"I could. But would you trust me in return too?"

Jevil chuckled lowly - "Isn't it obvious?"

He couldn't see your expression, but he could tell from your voice you were so calm; it was your emblematic chord of tone that puts his mind into a frenzy of sparks. The simple touch of your hand leads him into concupiscence once you leaned your body into his; feeling your own divine figure being in his embrace.

"Jevil, you said once... that a mysterious man spoke of me long ago. Before you were locked away. Is that true."

"I-It is."

"And What did he say?"

Jevil's heart thumped so hard that he swore it was audible, as he felt your breath hitched on his ear. It was just your lips, whispering, but it was enough to make him go weak at the knees.

"He spoke of so many things. So many yet so little. He... foretold of someone he knew dearly, barring the treason this human led him to."

You stayed silent. Your grip on Jevil tightened.

"But must I now begin to doubt, when no proof can wrap my mind? I, I don't even know if what he said is true at all! I'm just a jester, sentences for my nonsensical preaching!" - Jevil let his laugh escape him, struggling to keep his secrets, corruption, and loathing to himself, and yet with you he couldn't "...But what do I know? Please tell me that's everything I believed in wasn't a lie."

You hesitated but leaned away:

"You say this man had told you all, about his world and his intentions? You say this man had ceased to exist by the hand of his trustworthy companion - a human that he trusted. And yet you're unsure of why you're here, searching for that man who speaks in hands or that of what remained of that human convict that destroyed It all."

Jevil sensed something in your glossed eyes.

"You're standing in front of me, doubting my identity, yet teasing me with rumors that you heard... Come to that, can you be sure,"

With omission being as counterfeited as this reality, you have divulged your hidden truth, looking into the eyes of the only person who knew of your past crimes and past timelines. The only person who was known to your sins, the same as you knew of his corruption - Jevil.

"That I am not that murderer you're looking for?"

One could only conceive the sparks in Jevil's brain, desperately trying to connect the dots and instead deprive the ability of speech. Here he is, after so many decades, standing in front of his only savior that he wished to convene after losing everything that he knew in the past. You were the rumored murdered of the unknown scientists who ceased from existence.

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Yep, you confess to Jevil that you're a genocider. I swear I'm trying not to make Jevil so shabby but I'm STRUGGLING!

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