Sorry for the delay.

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"I will kill you Tharaa! Where the hell are we going?" Type, with a flick of his wrist takes out his switch blade from his hand sleeve. But the Puppy only smiles brighter seeing the sharp weapon that could now find a home in his neck.

"Here!" Tharn finally stops yanking on Type's hand and pushes him inside a room with so many musical instruments and as expected Type scowls.

"Did you take me here to show me those... what in the world is that? The person has to stand upside down to blow into that thing?"

Type narrows his eyes when Tharn locks the door and comes back skipping. "No, babe... the tube goes around the torso. Now come here."

"Not coming anywhere, you bloody Pup..."

But of course Tharaa loves playing with Type's Kitty claws and swallows his words with a deep kiss and Type dishes out that much too.

Type meowls when Tharn's right hand settles on his butt and squeezes hard. He pushes away from the kiss, eyes big and wet, pupil dilated with lust... "Touch me there, I will poison you, you fucker."

Type pants so much and Tharn gulps, not acknowledging the erotic thoughts he is having just by Type's warm breaths. "Bottom left cabinet."

"Huh?" Type scowls and Tharn smirks.

"Poisons. Bottom left cabinet, in my living room. Now where were we?"

The hand settles back in its rightful place and Kitten chews down on Puppy's lips but... Gods! That is glorious.

"Seriously Tharaa... Did you bring me here for this? Kissing?" Type mumbles gently to the man who is sucking on his collar bone. Type's hand gently holds that head, his fingers slowly rubbing Tharn's scalp.

"And more... but you will kill me for real and I am not dying without knowing..." Tharn presses a quick kiss on Type's apple cheek.

"Without knowing what?" Type whispers.

Is that blush we see? Uhuh!

"Without knowing..." Tharn nibbles on Type's chin and his Kitten almost melts.

"Without knowing?" Type prompts... even boops Tharn's nose with his own.

"Without knowing why we have fingertips but not tip-fingers and we can always tiptoe but cannot toe-tip."

"Huuuuh???" Type's genuine confusion and real scowl is so fucking adorable and Tharn has to give those plump lips a smooch.

Tharn laughs when Type's brain finally gets back and he scrambles off quickly from Tharn's hold with a growl.

Aww! Kitten truly mad.

"A joke!!! A joke Type!!!" But Type stomps to the door and Tharn catches him by jumping on Type but he cannot stop his own annoying big laughter.

Come on the look on Type's face is...

He does not even have words.

But...

"LET ME GO!" Type all but screams and Tharn gets a hard elbow punch to his stomach when he hugs Type tighter from the back.

"OW! It hurts Kitten. Come on, a joke. You must know what I want by now."

"Well, you can shove what you want up your ass, Asshole, jerkface... you stupid... dickhead and..."

Type curses up a storm and Tharn keeps on pressing kisses all over the back of Type's neck.

"It involves shoving up it in ass but not mine." Tharn holds both of Type's hands secure in his or this silly fight is going to turn bloody... literally.

Tharn tunes out Type's highly creative curses and presses him to the cold wall. "Without knowing how you will look lying on my bed after hours of love making..."

Type hisses. "Fuck off!"

"Shut up and stand still." Tharn commands before dropping down to his knees graciously, pressing gentle kisses down to Type's neck and stomach.

"Ffuck... o...off. Oh Tharaa..."

Tharn loves he can make his Kitten a whimpering mess, little claws digging his hair and Tharn is this close to forgetting they are in the academy.

Type staggers and has to hold on to Tharn's shoulders when the whole ordeal is over. He has no energy left to curse at the asshole's satisfied smirk.

"Good one. I will pay you a coin if I had any change." Type spits when he can stop his legs from shivering.

"Naa... I got my reward." Tharn licks his bottom lip and slurps a little, making Type all blush and shy.

"Fuck off!"

Tharn laughs and follows his Kitten out of the room.

God! Normally people are happy when they get to cum but not his angry Kitten.

He knows he has performed well when Type ignores him all together during the class as well as lunch. He does not mind.

How can he?

Look at those blushing apple cheeks.

Tharn sighs again while nodding to Techno's sad sob story of another break up. God, Type is so damn beautiful.

Look at those pretty long fingers.

Can anyone imagine those pretty petals can slap anyone much less murder ruthless warriors?

Sigh!

Look at those pretty ears.

He cannot wait to whisp...

"Tharnnnn!!! Why am I singggleeee?" *No screams and Tharn has to bite back his rude comment. He wants to go back to this daydreaming.

"You are single because you just jump into the bed with them before even knowing their last name." Type snarls and *No looks like he is ready to die.

"They make me feel special, Tyyyyeeeepee."

"Stop murdering my name and yes, *No, nobody makes you feel special more than the guy who wants to fuck you."

Ouch!

That hurts; Tharn winces.

"Well, if the same 'special' lasts for a few months, then you gotta give the guy a chance." Tharn leans back crossing his arms.

"There is no rule like that, *No. You are special the way you are and if somebody is buttering you up so damn good, there is something they want in return."

"Yes, love and affection." Tharn is not letting this go.

Type growls and *No looks at them back and forth.

"...uuuhmmm, guys in my case, sex happened in the first day and then..."

"Some people genuinely expresses their love through sex and touches too, you know... *No, do not forget that." Tharn plays with his nails, ignoring Type's glare.

"Forget that, *No. Such people are fools. You only touch if there is no emotions attached. Have a good feel and let that shit go."

Techno pouts. "But he said my eyes are pretty and..."

"Where the fuck is he, now, huh? Tell me where he is?!" Type stands and hovers over Techno. "Fucking his so called 'good friend' from hometown, right? Huh? I bet her eyes are pretty for him too... You know what you did for him. You cancelled out on our outing, skipped three classes, and burnt your fucking fingers to make that son of a bitch his mothers' special recipe pot pie!!! I was wondering why he waited this long to cheat and treat you like a doormat... "

"Type I..."

"Type I what?! You are so easy and have no self-respect and you just let them treat you this way because you believe this is who you are... And I am also beginning to think, you deserve this pain, humiliation and..."

"That is enough, Type." A hand clutches his fist and Type glares at Tharn who has stopped his ranting. "You are taking it too far. Sit, now!"

Type yanks his hand back but gulps, his heart paining at Techno's filled eyes and slowly sits back on his chair.

Tharn pushes his cold water towards Type and Type looks away when he sees anger in those eyes. "Drink!"

"I don't want to..."

"Didn't ask if you want to or not. Drink!"

Type slowly sips the ice cold water, avoiding the angry eyes.

"Now apologize!" Tharn is trying very hard not to shout and Type knows it too.

"I am sorry, *No it is just..."

"Do not hate me Type" Techno wails and jumps on top of Type, clutching him like a monkey. "I swear I will never have sex or or talk to people or... or... please do not hate me, Type..."

Type feels his heart break and when he looks at Tharn he knows he has disappointed the man.

The burn in his heart worsens when Tharn looks at Techno on his lap and walks away with a sigh and shake of his head.

"*No, stop it. What nonsense are you talking about? Hate you? Fuck no. I wish I could, due to the headache you give me but you are my best friend. My fucking younger brother, if you will. It is just the stupid shit you land yourself to."

Techno sniffles and Type takes a deep breath.

"I told you that guy was bad news. Did you believe me? You sneaked out, thinking I would not notice."

"I am sorry."

"I know you are. You just do not know how special, amazing, intelligent you are because you are a fucking stupid shit. Do not just think guys love you because they say what you want to hear."

"I am sorry."

"Okay, now get off me. People are staring." Type glares at everyone who has their mouth wide open seeing the Ice King, snuggling some common boy.

The said common boy, wiggles and wraps his small hands around Type's neck tighter.

"*Noo..." His words are cut short when Tharn comes back with food for all three of them.

"Eat." Tharn does not look at Type but pushes the soup and rice bowls in his direction before taking a bite of his own steamed spicy rice cakes.

Techno smiles a little at the sight and smell of food, wiping his eyes and nose on Type's sleeves. "Tharn, lunch is on you because I cried."

"*No!" Type warns and Techno whines, lifting his leg to show him the new sparkly sandals.

"I lost my month's lunch money on this... I wanted to cheer the baby up."

"Baby?" Type scowls.

"Me... baby. Nasty break up hurt my heart. Baby needed sparkly stuff. See isn't cute?"

Type rolls his eyes. The sandals are cute and he likes the detailing of small gems on the sides but he can never afford it. So he does not like it.

Type takes money of his pouch and slowly pushes it towards Tharn. Tharn wipes his face with his napkin, so he would not end up pinching Type's pouty lips.

His baby is sorry and he just want to say it is okay but...

For once, he is enjoying Type is the one who is trying to 'butter him up'.

He just looks at him and Type gulps a little but scowls pushing the coins closers to him.

"Keep it." Tharn says.

"Your money. You keep it. We do not want." Type states looking away.

"We?" Tharn can now stare all he wants. Fuck, he wishes they were alone now.

"I can pay for him." Type sniffs and Tharn looks at Techno who is slurping and moaning, literally inhaling the hot and sweet koloba soup.

"Techno do you want Type to pay f..."

"A lemonade, please, Tharn." Techno looks up quickly and answers with a mouthful of noodles and Tharn chuckles as Type kicks his best friend's shin.

"Aww he asked what I want." *No defends himself. "Champ would have beaten you up. Is good he is not here."

Tharn groans. "Stop fighting you two. You want anything ba... uhum... Type?"

Type quickly shakes his head and Tharn just wants to pull that head closer to him and press a kiss on top of it. He settles for a quick flick though... which Type wipes away, grumbling.

"I will get you Jamba juice." Tharn smirks before walking away to get them the drinks.

"*No. Tharn is rich. I know. But it is not fair to smooch him off. You tell me if you want anything. I will pitch in."

"But Tharn does not mind. He gets free stuff sometimes and he..."

"*No!!!"

Techno pouts and goes back to his soup.

"You give this when he comes back." Type points to the coins on table and *No nods.

Type coughs when Tharn comes back and his nasty ass best friend throws him under the wagon. "Tharn, Type thinks it is not fair to smooch you off. So, he wants to give you his money. Take it or he will kick me again."

Tharn glares at his Kitten who is busy looking dumbfounded at Techno. "Well, you tell him he can take me out for lunch some other time if he wants to."

"Oh... Can I come too? Please... pretty please..."

"Sure, why not! After all your best friend is ready to pay for all of us."

Tharn merely raises his eyebrows when Type storms off. He will let Type off the hook but they really need to talk. The accusations thrown at Techno are Type's fears and why does Tharn have tongue if he cannot console his confused Kitty.

"Are we gonna ignore our little episode?" Tharn finally has enough when they leave the comfort of their restaurant. Considering how skittish his Kitten is, he would say their lunch date has gone surprisingly well.

Techno, bless his oblivious heart has let Tharn and Type to sit together and 'accidently' Tharn seated his Kitten in the corner with no space to escape.

The warmth of Type's thigh is still on his left palm and he is still in its high.

"I told you I do not wanna talk about it." Type grumbles under his breath before running off to Techno and pulls him back from falling down the open drain on the side walk.

"I am gonna buy a leash." Type growls with an annoyed face, holding Techno by his neck. "Stay close to us!"

"I wouldn't have fallen, Type. I just wanted to see what is inside." Techno whines.

Tharn finally takes Techno to a shoe shop and lets him wander around, so he could at least talk to his Kitten in peace. "You have been avoiding me and this conversation. I am not gonna let this go."

"Well, tough! I do not want to..."

Tharn yanks Type to the corner. "Hey! Shut it. Tell me. Do you hate what we do?"

"Let go." Type wiggles and Tharn growls pushing his whole body to trap Type.

"I remember your safe word. Do you? Because Kitten, I am not gonna let you go until you use it. Uncomfortable talks are not that uncomfortable if you just start talking."

"There is nothing to talk."

"Fine! I will talk then. I like you and it is breaching the line where..."

"You cannot say that! Shut up Tharn!" Type goes mad in his hands.

"... where it is getting too blurry. I like touching, kissing, sucking and if you let me, more than that. But you cannot think you are being cheap or an easy lay or the things you accused *No of. I do not take these things kindly, Type. You really..."

"I really what?" Type scowls.

"You really made me angry that day."

"I don't care." Type sniffs.

"Babe, you do not need me angry... your ass cannot handle it." Tharn smirks and swoops Type to his hands to kiss away their little spat. "And when you start thinking of such bullshit, you come find me."

Tharn presses a quick kiss to Type's forehead when Techno comes whining about the price tags. "Do not worry about it, *No. I will buy. You can pay me lat..." Tharn groans.

"Like hell you would." Type yanks the shoes from Techno's hands and glares at the several pairs littered on the floor. "He can pick one and that is it!!! And I am paying. I will murder you and sell your flesh, if I have to *No but you are bloody paying me back."

"But Type!!!! Tharn said..."

"Tharn needs a smack on his head. Pick one, we are leaving in three moments." Type glares at the salesman until the man bows and runs away to attend another customer.

Two hours and a sniffling Techno later, Tharn drops Type at his dorm. "Your words have consequences Type. Not everyone can handle it. Was it necessary to make Techno cry? It was just shoes..."

"They are not going anywhere. He can buy it next month." Type rolls his eyes. "Now get out. I have my combat session in an hour."

"I can spot you." Tharn smiles leaning to the door. "I want my cuddly Kitten back. I remember you asked me to kiss you that day when..."

"Shut up asshole!"

"I know you are scared, Type but I have no intention to play you. I just really wish you trust me and oddly I have a feeling you do."

"You teach me Dragon Flutters." Type ignores Tharn's words and goes to change his clothes.

"You are not ready for it yet." Tharn helps Type to pack his combat bag and adds two belts.

"I know I can." Type mumbles.

"I know you can but you haven't mastered the Dragon Flag. Do it without your hands shaking, I will teach you Flutters."

Type grumbles. "Everyone else can do it. I just stand there awkward."

"And they stand there awkward when it is long range combat. You are in advanced combat studies which is high achievement because it took merely months."

"Tell me Tharaa... Am I any good? Do not just say it." Type turns to Tharn with his clear eyes and Tharn takes deep sigh.

"You are not just good. You are better than three quarters of the whole class." Tharn knows his answer does not make Type any happier. "The upper portion has students like me who have been doing this since we were toddlers. Like how you been with your long range weapons. You tell me, am I any good in long range attack?"

"You suck." Type rolls his eyes and answers honestly.

"Hey! It hurts."

"It should. How many times I said not to bunch your finger muscles when shooting the arrow. Let it flow. Let is glide. No! You want to push the arrow and control it too, you control freak. It is annoying that I did not know people had finger muscles until I met you."

Tharn cuddles to Type's back. "It gives me cuts when I let it do its way."

"Suck it up! It will heal and soon you will have finger pads naturally and it won't hurt anymore."

"You do not have finger pads." Tharn takes Type's hand and savours the soft fingers.

"They never hurt me." Type shrugs, staring at Tharn's hand over his.

"There is a way to learn Dragon Flutters quick but promise you will not kill me." Tharn gives Type's ears a small bite.

"Spit it out pervert."

Tharn laughs. "Awfully judgemental of you."

Type cocks his eyebrows and Tharn innocently blinks his eyes.

"I stand up, you straddle my waist, you trust me to hold you in place, you lean back and flutter your pretty legs."

"Fuck off."

"It is the best and easy way to learn it. I will not let you fall and I hold your lower back. My waist it wide enough for your thigh muscles to stretch and I can pull you up, when you cannot hold."

Type scowls and thinks about it. It will work. He over exerts himself and then falls down with a plop. This way, he does not have to worry about it. But he is not doing it in public.

This horn dog will get a hard on and will grope his butt whenever he gets a chance.

"That is how dad taught me and Max. It hurt like hell at first because dad pushed our stomach down and we used to scream a lot. But now I see how much everyone struggles and I am thankful Dad taught me that way."

"You cannot throw your dad's name every time you want me to do some shady shit like this." Type leans back to Tharn's comfort with a shake of his head.

Tharn laughs. "I know it seems that way but dad is the best trainer ever. And you know I go through master trainers for every move I like. I want you to learn the best, like I have learned."

Type's heart skips a beat and he wishes Tharn just stop being so bad to his heart.

"For what? So you could know you taught me how to kill you?"

Tharn smiles. "So I can blindly walk to an army full of necromancers for peace treaties, knowing you have my back."

Type gulps and pushes away from Tharn's hug. "I could destr..."

"You could but you won't and that makes you my valuable weapon ever. Like you know I am yours."

This will never end well. Type can imagine a life like this and...

... in the end it, the truth will kill them both inside.

He is a necromancer and his faen is a wizard.

In what world would they be together? In this university, maybe they can.

Outside?

Tharn is few months younger than him and Type has a womb and...

Tharn is a Prince and Type is a farmer.

Tharn comes from a big family and Type only has his father.

"Whatever you are thinking now is utter nonsense." Tharn pulls on Type's hand, takes his bag and drags him to the combat area. "You let me in and I am never coming out. I want this, more than I have shown. If you do not, I will patiently wait. Just do not think, I will forget, ignore and move on. You are cursed with my attention."

Type stares at the man who is walking slightly in front of him and god curse his stupid heart, he can feel himself smiling a bit.

He does not want it, but it feels so good.

Tharn always makes him feel valuable and wanted. Above that, he takes all of Type's words into consideration, even if it is utter bullshit and nonsense.

Type is never a blind follower. He cannot just bite his tongue and nod. Which is the reason why he is in this university as a cast away necromancer instead of being the Night Army Commander and protecting his people.

But if he trusts Tharn, learning from here is protecting his people.

"... so four here, team KPT will watch from here we pull the figurative net and that is it there is no other exit... and honestly, even if they find a way to escape, we will get Crad and Metar. Mission accomplished. Get those two scrolls. We win." Tharn drops his chalk to the desk map, leaning back thoroughly examining their plan.

"May I speak?" Type blurts out, preparing himself to be scolded and put in his place.

Tharn calls him near and Type groans. Here it comes.

When is he gonna learn?

"Let us hear it." Tharn takes the chalk and drops it on Type's palm, affectionately giving him two pats.

"Really?" Type looks at his teammates and all of them are eagerly expecting him to speak.

Wow!

"This plan is nice but we are not considering our weaknesses." Type looks at Tharn and all he receives is a confused frown and an encouraging nod.

Wow!

"Gal is not good at protecting his back. No offense. You are like a hog. You push forward but do not watch his sides or back. But Yurt does, but he is in watch this time. Which is waste of his talent..."

"You do not have to explain, Type we trust you. Tell us your plan." Tharn nods to the board and Type rethinks, of stepping on anyone's toes.

What the hell! What is he going to lose?

He looks at Tharn again and blushes when the asshole gives him a sneaky wink.

He rearranges the blocks and draws new connecting lines waiting for the teasing and insults to be thrown.

"I do not think this will work..." Prathan mumbles leaning and then humming. "But this would work if... hmmm..."

The team takes their time and Type feels like he is standing naked on an auction stand.

Fuck this!

"I am more than okay with this. I do not want to fall asleep looking out for people coming out of water." Huran bumps his fist on Type's shoulder.

But Type wants Tharn's approval.

"This is perfect, Type. I like it."

"You do?" Type squeaks and everyone nods.

"Hell yeah. I hate when I have to carry buttloads of weapon to this end. Hurts my back." Kopin nods with Tharn, extending his support too.

"How long did you take to bring this plan up?" Tharn asks flicking Type's forehead.

"Three days." He cannot stop smiling if he could.

"Why the hell did you not speak earlier?!" Tharn asks curiously.

"Coz I am fighting my own people... thought you would not want to..." Type shrugs his shoulders.

"Bullshit!" Swas scowls. "You want those twin scrolls to be ripped and flamed? I mean we know you have been trying to steal it from the Temple of Ritys for long."

"Of course not! I want to protect it. That is the only available evidence of Battle of Cipanths! Why would I..." Type suddenly feels so cornered. Nobody will believe him and how can he prove these people that...

"Exactly! So, you are now our people." Swas sniffs. "We do not want those to be destroyed too. You are in the right team. You are our teammate now."

Type is dumbfounded and Tharn gives him a soft punch with a chuckle. "Welcome to the team... Mate."

If Type could deck Tharn without looking suspicious he would have. Instead, he settles for a fake smile to Tharn with his blushing cheeks. "Being a 'teammate' is good."

The word 'mate' ringing in his ears and Type rubs his chest, ducking his flaming face. 'Not good, Type, this is so not good.'

They all leave one by one, excited about their new positions in the plan and they all punch and push Type with happy laughs and smiles.

For once, Type really feels like...

Nope.

Nothing.

This is just a school, and he is here just for a piece of paper that says he is not stupid.

"I do not trust you." A gruff voice stops his thoughts, and he turns around. "You do not fool me. You are here for your species. You will murder everyone of us if it means your species will survive."

"I would." Type stares back and his answer has surprised his teammember, Hangul.

"I would not allow that."

"Good. It is not fair if you just allow me to kill you."

"You think this is fun, necro? You think I will let you poison my people? You think I believe you are suddenly loyal to us, the wizards?"

"No." Type takes a deep breath. "I do not think about any of it. If you do, it is your business, not mine. About poisoning. Wizards put poison in the river of Bangkoya and killed about 20000 of necromancers... and you accuse..."

"WE NEVER FUCKING DID!!!" Hangul draws his sword and almost challenges Type to a dual as Type only smiles.

"I know you did not. My mentor, Taapith believed too. The only evidence that proves it, is in those twin scrolls we are going to protect tonight. You in or you out, I am going there if I am alive." Type says calmly.

"Why the fuck do you care?"

"Because a wise man told me my species is dying because of the hate we have for wizards. Hate propelled by misguidance. Like you have said, I would do anything for my species to live because they fucking deserve it. And not just live thrive. And yes, I will kill you and anyone else who will stand in my way. So..."

Hangul blinks, not knowing what to do with this information.

"So, would you join me to bring the twins scrolls - Crad and Metar, home?"

Hangul stares at the extended hand of a potential enemy but where is the lie? If he were in Type's position, would he not do the same?

Hell, his species is thriving and they are not in any danger for generations to come. Yet here he is, his sword drawn out to protect the honour of his people.

Type is...

Hangul looks at his sword and then at the extended hand.

"If you so much as think about betraying my people, I will plunge my sword, Qwan into your heart, Thiwat."

Type nods giving a firm handshake to Hangul when the man puts his hand in his. "I promise I will fight back till my last breath to plunge it in your heart instead."

Hangul nods. "May the best fighter win when the time comes." He glares and leaves Type with his head held high.

Type rolls his eyes when the man disappears from his sight. "Come out, Tharaa..."

Tharn comes out of the pillar with a sheepish smile. "You handled it well. I thought I would have to.."

"Cut the crap." Type shakes his head. "You try to protect me and I hate it. I am capable, you asshole. Hangul is an honourable man. He is watching out for you all. Something you should be doing."

Type struggles in Tharn's hug for a few moments before settling with a sigh.

"I love protecting you. Makes me feel all manly." Tharn says in a cute ways and Type gives him an unamused glare. "But Hangul has more trust issues than my dad and that is telling something."

"Good." Type pushes Tharn away. "I know. He got 4% in trust and bonding. People say it is his weakness. I see strength."

Tharn nods. "That is why I picked him. His loyalty makes this team."

Type's eyes turn warm and soft, his lips curling up to a gentle smile. He has never seen anyone like Tharn before. He is amazingly understanding and non-judgemental and he sees the whole picture, instead of the snippet of people's personality and attitudes.

"Is this smile for me?" Tharn cuddles, rubbing his lips on Type's cheeks.

"Noo... the fight we are going to have in a few hours." Type smirks.

"You scare me, Kitten. I mean I love a good fight, but you look like you are 'in love' with the idea of fighting." Tharn says honestly, a bit worried. Type really looked a bit so happy and in love.

"GO AWAY ASSHOLE!!!" Type jumps away, his eyes turning angry and runs out of the room in a huff.

"What did I..." Tharn looks confusedly at the door Type has vanished out of. "...do?"

He blinks.

"You make my head spin." Tharn says to nobody and exits the room with a pout.

So...

Tharn have had all these plans. They will corner their assailants. They will make them surrender. They will get the scrolls. They will give the scrolls to P'San. They will go party.

But no.

His stubborn ass Kitten blatantly disregarded his direct command and has followed an escaped rioter.

Fuck this shit!!!

His team is holding up good but this is not at all necessary. They have the scrolls and all his teammates are standing without a scratch.

Why is Type being difficult now?!!!

"We are not leaving him, Chief." Swas says to his face and rushes to the roof where an archer is taking the position. "I am flying. Find someone to crawl!"

"I got it." Boonth falls to his knees and rolls to a bush, sneaking behind a masked person with knife. "We are here already, Chief. Give us orders."

FUCK THIS SHIT!!!

"Hangul, leave with the scrolls and..."

"Type has the scrolls." Somebody mumbles to him.

Of course, Type has.

FUUCK THIIIS SHIITT.

"Protect yourselves. Circle Type. We are leaving with him. Do not engage in offense. Stay only in defence."

They all nod and disperse; Tharn running after Type.

Whoever Type has been fighting fall down with a wail and his Kitten stands up perfectly.

Thank God.

Tharn promises all the Gods that he would teach whatever he knows to keep his Kitten safe.

But not before a thorough spank...

"Type!!! Watch out!!!" Tharn shouts when an arrow moves past Type and...

...brushes past Type, leaving a red line on his Kitten's cheek.

Tharn roars and Type's eyes bulges out seeing the Green flames coming out of Tharn's finger tips.

"I AM FINE!!! JUST A SCRATCH!!!" Type rushes to him and another arrow moving past Type, this time flying past Type's hip, making a sizeable wound.

Tharn's eyes glow and the hidden fighter screams somewhere behind them.

"Fuck Tharn... I am fine. See" Type tries to stop Tharn from doing more damage than needed. "See just a scratch."

He even lifts his shirt up and shows the slowly healing wound.

Tharn growls seeing it and Type winces when his assailant comes to them floating in the air, screaming of pain.

"Th... this res... striricted area we protec..."

"Tharn let go. Everything is under control. We all got everything. Let us leave now. Let him go. He was just doing his duty." Type begs.

"S... she... ass... asshoholes" Their assailant whimpers in pain.

Tharn throws the person to the nearby building and it is absolute silence after a loud thud and a scream.

Tharn keeps on glaring at Type until the Kitten shuffles in his feet. "Please, let us go."

Tharn snaps his fingers after a while and Type knows there will be a talk again.

"She is alive. We checked." Swas whispers to Type's ears when the troop silently follows their chief.

Tharn turns around with a glare and Swas ducks his head moving to the last of the line. He smiles and make a hand motion to Type when Tharn is not looking, to inform him that help has arrived for the watcher.

Type nods, his chest feeling a lot less heavy.

"She was just doing her job." Type mumbles to Tharn who is oddly silent and stoic. "Please"

Type rambles about everything that happened and how everything was under control, but Tharn does not look like he is listening.

"The scrolls." Tharn says finally when Type takes a breath. With heavy heart, Type hands it over. He cannot stand Tharn being silent.

Now all of them are in the strategy chamber instead of partying. Tharn is looking out of the window and his teammates are making eyes at him to go and talk to the man.

Type wants to but he is nervous.

"Is your wound still bleeding, Type?" Tharn asks calmy and Type gulps.

"Y... yes but is closing."

"Jen, please take the medical box and bring it to me." Jen gives a small smile to Type and she gives the first aid box to Tharn.

"Does anyone have any complaints about my being the Chief of this troop?" Tharn turns around and Type's eyes fill up and his heart shatters to pieces.

Everyone is surprised when Type falls down to his knees. "Chief Thara Kirigun, I had no intention of challenging your position ever. You have commanded well and I... Any punishment, Sir anything. I am at wrong and please do not... do not..."

Type's words waver and his voice dim.

Tharn fists his palm to control all his emotions. His baby is on the floor begging to him and as much as he loves it, he does not want any audience.

"EVERYONE LEAVE US!!!"

Tharn's eyes shifts to Type's blood drenched shirt and his eyes glow with wrath.

Somebody hurt his Kitten and he stood there watching like a bloody powerless fool.

"Chief, with all due respect, we have collected the scrolls" Jen says, gulping down her nervousness. "We admire you and Commander Type. He had his perfect plan and we succeeded until one attacked me and Swas. Commander Type defended us. Please take this into consideration."

"Yes, Chief." The chorus rings and any other day Tharn would have been happy. But not today, not when...

"It was my direct order not to engage in any combat away from the boundaries. And Type has blatantly ignored." Because his Kitten has been itching for a fight!

He wants fight?!

Tharn will show him what a fight is...

... after patching up this brat of his.

"Everyone leave!!! Or are you going to disobey me as well?!" Tharn stares at Type who has his head down and is still kneeling without looking up.

Everyone only shuffles in their feet and Tharn glares.

"Thiwat never went against an order. Chief knows it too. We wanna know why he disobeyed and followed that nerc... shit-head." Swas says hiding behind Jen.

"Do you have anything to tell your teammates? Ever since you joined, they are not obeying my commands like they used to." Tharn says and surprisingly it is true.

Of course, they do not disrespect, and they follow him without questions but sometimes, like this for instance, they stand with Type more than they do with him.

Huh!

Maybe he never appreciated how likeable Type is.

His Kitten takes a small pendant out of his pocket and dangles in front of Tharn. "I am sorry I put everyone in danger. I honestly did not consider all of you following me. I..."

"That is mine!" Nooran comes to the front showing her broken chain.

"Yes, and he had it. And I know this is the key to the Academy Archives; you are the student-body representative of readers. I had no time to explain. Had to get it back or..."

"... or they will come after all our history books."

Type nods. "I did not think everyone would follow me. I am... I am..."

"We are grateful, Commander Type." Nooran takes the pendant back. "I hope our Chief appreciates you for the quick thinking and connecting the dots."

She bows and falls back into the line of formation.

"Everyone leave, now?" Tharn raises his eyebrows.

"Chief I know you are going to punish him for insubordination but what he has done has saved us from lots of trouble." Max finally says and salutes.

The rest of their team giving compassionate smile to Type though he is not watching them and pouts to Tharn.

"You not only stole my heart. Now you have stolen my power too..." Tharn kneels in front of Type and his Kitten looks up with truly troubled eyes. "Stop it! You know I cannot stay mad at you but Type what you have done is reckless. You should have..."

"Tharn I do not want to come after your position or power or..."

"I know Kitten." Tharn gently lifts the shirt and nods happily when the wound is already half way closed. "It was just... you were far away. And I could not reach there and I got scared."

Type is confused.

"My team has the Power of Decision, All of them. You too. Sometimes, sticking to the plans are not the best plan. Like today. I was scared and I am sorry that I could not..."

Tharn pecks Type's cheek gently where there was a wound a few moments ago. He gently covers Type's torso with medicated bandages and smiles.

"They are outside. I can feel them. They do not want you punished." Tharn pulls Type until his Kitten is sitting on his lap, straddling him. "Have you casted the same spell you have put on me?"

Type shakes his head with a scowl but his blushing cheeks gives his emotions away.

"Good. Because whatever spell I am under I want it for myself." Tharn growls, giving Type a hard bite on his neck. "Do not run away alone."

Type scowls. "I thought I had Power of Decision."

Tharn smiles gently. "You have but yours is a bit different. You have to take me with you."

Type looks away before showing Tharn his fist, as if he would punch him.

"Sooo... are you going to punish me?" Type wiggles and finally sits properly on Tharn's lap comfortably.

"Was..." Tharn gives a light tap to Type's butt. "But does not feel like it coz you are too cute sitting here on my lap."

Type rolls his eyes. "It is not fair. You would have punished them. I want the same treatment."

Tharn shrugs his shoulders. "Your punishment would be different."

Type throws his head back with a groan. "Stop it, perv. Punish the same way."

"Cannot... I cannot stand you running under sun for whole day. You are already wounded. So I do not want to stand on your big toes, all night tonight." Tharn pouts.

"I can do that. We do for training anyways."

Builds endurance. Type even likes it as much as he hates it while doing it.

"That is different. I do not want you to do because I asked you to do it. I" Tharn smooches Type's cheek. "I will be more hurt."

"Stop it Tharn. I do not want to owe you or anything. The wound is already half way healed. Just..."

"Ohhh you owe me. You owe me big time." Tharn laughs. "But still not gonna punish you."

"Asshole." Type swats on Tharn's chest. "I do not like favours. Punish me or ask something you want." Coming to think about it, standing on big toes for all night is irritating.

"I will later. Now I am just too happy you are fine and sitting on me." Tharn snuggles to Type's chest. "Stay with me here tonight. They will think you are standing on your toes and I am supervising. I have blankets in the storeroom, and you can sleep on me."

Type yawns just as he hears the word sleep and Tharn rubs their noses together.

"But... (yawn)... I do not want to owe you anything."

"Yup, that is what it makes it fun."

"Tharn, shut up and tell me!"

"What is it? Shut up or tell you? Cannot do both." Tharn lies back, taking Type with him cuddled to his chest.

"Tharaaa..."

"Tyypppeee..."

"Ughh Tell me." Type scowls, sleepily blinking his eyes.

"Later"

"Ohooo..." Type whines and almost falls asleep but his stubborn ass will not let it go.

"Puppppyyyy..."

"Shhh later Kitten. Sleep now."