(Don't play the music now !)

Cʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ 10 : Lɪᴋᴇ I'ᴍ ʙʀᴏᴋᴇɴ

5 years after

???'s POV

Dark.

Cold.

Hard.

Painful.

Sadness.

Squeaks.

Chains.

Broken.

How many days have I been here ?
I feel like I've always lived here. I cling to my memories.

The heat,

Softness,

His blue hair,

His eyes of such a pure blue,

Like the ocean,

As if I could drown in it.

I would like to feel all this, to see all this from him again.

How many days have I been repeating this words to myself as if it had become my one and only reason to live ?

I feel like crying but I can't. Everything seems so gloomy, colorless.

At every step's sounds towards my room, I feel the hairs on my arms bristling. I tremble as if death is coming to get me.

To tell the truth, the man in front of me is not so different from death.

~~~~~

Khun's POV

It's been two years since the war to save the high ranker, Jinsung Ha, ended.

Bam has changed a lot since then. He has become more mature and even though he lets people die more easily in front of his eyes, I know he will never be like me or White.

"Boys, want to watch a movie before we get to the next floor ? We should get there in the morning."

Shibisu asks to everyone.
We are now with Shibisu's team in their warship. We're heading up to the 65th floor, everyone looks pretty energetic. Since the end of this war, we haven't had that many problems. Some teams that were supposed to fight against us in tests have even given up knowing they were against us.

I clench my fists as I look up at the shinsu sky, leaning against a window.

"Mr. Khun. Are you still thinking about her ?"

There's a heavy silence between Bam and me. He ends up nodding my head and he comes to lean against the window next to me.

"I'm sure she's fine."

That's what everyone says, but I don't believe it.

"Jahad had come to kill her. Then saw the images I've seen since Beta recorded thanks to her lighthouse she lets... We're not even sure she survived at Kallavan's wound."

I straighten up and start to go to the main room of the warship.

"So you're going to abandon her even if she's still alive ?
- ... Bam. Think about the tests we'll have to do on the next floor and get some rest."

I decide to finally go in my room. Once the door closes, I feel my heart squeeze. I let my body fall against the closed door and look up at the ceiling.

My vision is blurred by tears.

My heart tightens and I feel the sobs get louder and louder, filling the silence of the room.

Something is missing.

I miss her.

~~~~~

(Play the music now ! You can play the music until the end)

(Y/n)'s POV

It was easy to heal myself from my wounds. I don't really know how I survived to that.

I look around me again, I must have repeated this gesture a million times already.

The tall man's yellow hair enters my field of vision and I feel my blood freezing.

"What do you want to eat today ? You were wise yesterday, so as promised, I'll let you choose the dish you want."

I open my mouth to talk but nothing comes out.

How long has it been since I've spoken ?

I've totally lost my voice. I close my mouth without saying anything and look down.

"Let me guess. (F/f) ?"

I nod vaguely without saying anything more. I only have the strength to make small harmless gestures like that.

"Your mother loved this dish too. I'll come back with your meal later."

Jahad ends up leaving. When I was locked in this cell that we was told me it would be my new room, I didn't expect to learn about my biological parents.

My mother loved to dance. But I didn't know that she had danced for anyone other than my father.

Jahad would have met my mother before, outside the tower.

They would have talked to each other, spent time together. I didn't want to believe all this, but I couldn't not believe it.

When he showed me the remaining images of his time with my mother and when I saw the one and the only king in the tower crying, I couldn't believe it.

I look at my hands. They are dark and tarnished by dust, and my feet are bloody.

Jahad had only given me a long white dress when I came here, but it eventually turned gray over time.

Every day, when the sun indicates 4 PM in the sky, guards take me out of my cell.

For the first few weeks, I fought against them, used shinsu and killed some of the guards. But I never managed to escape, because my cell is the only one at the end of a corridor that only leads to a huge stage, where Jahad waits for me every day at this hour.

When I tried to escape, he would suffocate me by preventing me from breathing as long as I could. And even when I was suffocating, he made me dance.

Every day at 4 PM, I am released from my cell. Now I've given up escaping and I've stopped struggling. The guards escort me to the stage at the end of the corridor and Jahad looks at me, sitting on his throne in front of the stage.

I have to dance until the sun falls.

No music, no precise choreography. I just have to dance, like my mother used to do with me, like she had to do with him before.

The sun always sets at 9 PM. Once the sun could no longer be seen and the moon was high in the sky, Jahad always got up and left. The guards would come back and pick me up and put me back in my prison.

That's how it is every day, a simple monotonous life. The days are all the same and I don't even feel like living anymore. Maybe that's why I stopped fighting for escaping.

Every night for about two weeks after my arrival, I whispered quietly in my cell, locked up in this gloomy place where there was no one but me, without guards to keep me company. I whispered all my hopes, all my fears, all my desires.

I quote the names of the people I love, those of my companions.

About two weeks after my arrival, Jahad gave me a stone. He had given it to me as a reward for not killing guards during three days. He told me to do whatever I wanted with it.

So I carved my friends names on the walls.

Bam.

Beta.

Sachi.

Boro.

Endorsi.

Yuri.

Khun.

I wrote the names of my companions on the walls everywhere. I felt less lonely.

But as time went by, I began to forget what they looked like. So I tried to remember their hair color, eyes color.

But after a while, I had forgotten everything. The only person I had managed to remember the color of their hair and eyes was Khun. So I clung to him as much as I could.

Lying on the cold floor of the empty cell, I trembled without saying anything. At first I was whispering, but my voice became weaker and weaker.

I am afraid. Without my voice, if someone were to pass by, I could warn them that I am here ? What if someone forgets me ?

I'm afraid of forgetting "Khun", even if I don't remember who he is for me in reality. My heart is beating fast when I think of him.

I need to scream, to whisper his name in my ear, before I go to sleep.

I get up slowly, the chains tied to my ankles making noise. I let myself fall against the bars of the cell and open my mouth, forcing my voice.

"S̵̡̟̞͆͆o̸͚͎͐̽̒͜.̵͕͇̞͋̚.̵͕͓̞̔̓̚.̴͓͉͊̿̕͜ Ś̸̡̻̦͐͑o̴͖̙͑̕͝m̴̼̟̼̓̚̕e̸̡͉͇̿͐̿b̴̟̝͎̓͐͘o̵̺̠͓͌̾̐d̸̟͖͉̓̔̒y̸̡̺̾͝͝.̵̻̻͑͑̓.̴̞̻͌̿̒.̵͖͇̺̈́̕͠ "

Hearing my voice slightly, I repeat my words several times.

"S̵̡̟̞͆͆o̸͚͎͐̽̒͜.̵͕͇̞͋̚.̵͕͓̞̔̓̚.̴͓͉͊̿̕͜ Ś̸̡̻̦͐͑o̴͖̙͑̕͝m̴̼̟̼̓̚̕e̸̡͉͇̿͐̿b̴̟̝͎̓͐͘o̵̺̠͓͌̾̐d̸̟͖͉̓̔̒y̸̡̺̾͝͝.̵̻̻͑͑̓.̴̞̻͌̿̒.̵͖͇̺̈́̕͠ H̴͕̼̾̓̒.̵͇͇̼̓̚͘.̵̫̻̀̀̐.̸͇͚̠͛̾͠e̴̙̼͖̽̐͆l̴͚͓͆̀̾p̴̢͍͚͛͋̽ m̵͓̫͇̀͝͝é̵̠͔̟̔̕"

I let myself fall against the bars, letting tears fall from my eyes to the ground.

"
"K̸͕͖̫̈́͆͒.̸̫͓͙͐͠͝.̴̡̻͙̿͝.̴͙̟͋͝h̵͍͓̟̐͒͘u̴͉͇̦͐̒͠n̴͔̞̟̒̀

- He won't come."

I look up to see Jahad who had returned. He puts my plate on the floor, which teleports to the side of my cell right afterwards.

"You should stop hoping (Y/n). You are nothing to them anymore. Why don't you just give up your memories ?
- Ne... Never..."

Jahad has a big smile on his face.

"You sound like you've got your voice back."

I take a breath and start shouting in a broken voice at him.

Please,
someone,
hear my screams.

~~~~~

Bam's POV

We reached the 65th floor about two hours ago. After the discussion with Khun, I decided one thing.

"Yuri, can you do me a favor ?"

I talk with Yuri through my pocket and hear in her voice that she sounds enthusiastic that I call her.

"Bam ! Of course ! What do you need ?
- The princess who helped you find me before... Jaina Repellista Jahad... She owns an Opera, so she could help us find out if (Y/n) is still alive !"

There is a silence between Yuri and me before she sighs.

"It's risky. She always seems to be playing a game and she could cheat us.
- I would take the responsibility."

I can feel Yuri smiling behind her pocket because she doesn't answer directly.

"Very good. I will go to her. I'll call you back once I get there. Take care of yourself, Bam."

I hang up and clench my fists looking up at the sky.

I'm going to find you, (Y/n).

~~~~~

Khun's POV

I enter the (Y/n)'s lighthouse that she had left before she was kidnapped. I look at the reddish space around me and settle down in front of the screens.

I do some research before receiving a call.

"So, do you have what I was looking for ? — I ask directly
- Honestly little brother, I already helped you to stop the train last time, you must have owed me a debt of gratitude... I didn't expect you to call me yesterday and ask me for informations."

I look to my pocket and cross my arms looking at the screens in front of me.

"I owe it all to you. Just tell me what you learned.
- Okay okay. You must really love this girl to be looking for her like this since you woke up from that coma. I didn't even know you had a skill like that to save yourself ! — He laughs
- ... Will you tell me what I want to know ?"

I grind my teeth. My heart is beating fast because I'm finally going to know the reality I've been searching for the last three years since I woke up from my coma thanks to Woon Yeon.

"I did everything I could for you little brother.
- Thank you, I guess."

I'm starting to be afraid of what I'm going to learn. I asked him to investigate but I didn't prepare myself to know the truth, even if I was already afraid that it's too late.

"She is alive.
- She's...
Can... Can you repeat that ?"

I feel my throat dry and I look at my pocket, my eyes wide open.

"The girl you were looking for. That (Y/n) (L/n)... She is alive.
- You're really sure...?"

He confirms it to me again and I feel my heart beating faster.

"Why are you so interested in this girl ? What are you going to do now ?
- Just tell me the rest of the informations you have..."

I can hear a leaf sound and then he speaks again.

"She is apparently being held in a temple of Zahard on the 70th floor... You know, it's that floor reserved for the Zahard's fanatics. It's said that he sometimes goes there.
- It's not very far... Thank you."

I write it all down in my pocket and record it in my lighthouse. I can hear him laughing a little.

"Now you owe me two debts. But I would like to ask you something.
- What is it ?
- Why are you doing all this for this girl ?"

I smile slightly and come out of the (Y/n)'s lighthouse with my hands in my jean's pockets.

"To answer your question from before,
I'm going to go and save her.
And for your other question...
I'm doing this because...
I love her."

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Hello ? 🥺

I'm sorry. Don't kill me-

I was forced to do an angst chapter for doing the rest of the story-

I hope you still liked this chapter 🥺💕

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