**INCOMPLETE**

Some unfinished content that will most likely never be finished.

When his eyelids peel away, Seto is greeted by moonlight. Oxygen floods his lungs in tsunami waves while water expels from his throat like leaping tyrants. He's gasping in shock as hot tears prick at the corners of his vision.

"You're awake," a somber voice comments. He feels a hand stroking through his hair, another on his forehead, preventing him from sitting up.

"Unfortunately," he laughs bittersweetly. He presses forwards, forcing his body upwards despite opposing requests. Coughing with vigor, he can't help but notice the smile planted on the male's face. "Who must you be?"

"Quite frankly," the other whispers hoarsely, "it is I who should be asking you that. After all, you've stepped into this territory. Suicide attempt, I presume?"

Seto chuckles, running his hand through his pooling locks of brunet hair, "Don't be preposterous! I was merely taking a swim."

The stranger's voice softens into nothing but a muffled chuckle, "You're an undeniably, superb liar."

"Oh," he snickers, theatrically rolling his eyes, "refrain from humoring me as so!"

The moonlight angles itself into motion, allowing beams of waxen to rest atop his features of gold. There is an uncertain heat restraining his vocal chords from having vibration. His lips wavered, from either an eternal thirst for some sort of hydration, or, in proper terms, from a shock that had shaken him within his core.

He is literally a god sent.

His hues of blue were of diamonds, sparkling as if riches weren't enough to receive. Breathtaking, nonetheless, were those stormy-blue skies, awaiting a response from a sinner who received a second chance. It was before he perceived the color blue sorrowful, but now, it has transformed into his euphoria. Must he be as to so hastily pushed into a puddle of Lady Aphrodite's leftover tears?

"Are you alright?" the male questions, softly brushing his warm hand across the runaway's left cheek. "You are so utterly icy. Come, let me take you back to the hamlet."

His daze is bittersweetly drawn aback, much like his composure. He briskly stands, dusting off his muddied attire. "I mustn't back to there."

"And why is that?" the shrill in his voice dissipates, melting like winter snow.

"The royals!" he practically shouts in bloody horror, followed by a scarce whisper. "My brother..."

"Apologies from my sincerest incompetency, but I don't quite follow."

"They're after me, I mustn't get caught! Surely I'd be tried for murder and brought to the guillotine for a crime I attempted to pacify!" Seto cries out in a helpless sob. "Oh, how they'd glorify him for being a savior while I rot in shambles!"

"Boisterous," the male comments, shaking his head while a laugh escapes from his pitied lips.