"You sure are brave. Well, given your past temperament I shouldn't have been suprised."
Cyrus avoided the amber eyes boring holes through his hody. He was currently inside a library, sitting on a couch, tea at the table and sitting across the man who promised to castrate him.
'Wake up quickly!'
Though his face remained composed, the insides of his head were a mess. He was sure that he's in a dream. The proof of this was the man leisurely flipping through the book he wanted to burn minutes ago. Even though he was lucid, it seems that he couldn't do anything inside this dream-if he had then he would have ridden off the chains on his ankles long ago.
'He must be the one in control then.'
This was the second time he saw the man in his dream again. The first one was a blur, but now that he's passed confusion he could clearly see the man's appearance more clearly.
Long black hair, golden eyes and a pale complexion that makes him look like an ill young master. Like last time, he still wore some white long-sleeves and a pair of white pants. As much as he wanted to observe more, his thoughts were abruptly cut off when those golden eyes left the book and stared at his.
"Like what you see?"
His eyes turned crescent as he gave the General a teasing smile. Cyrus scrunched his face. Though he was embarrassed on the inside, he refuse to let the man see any reaction from him.
The man, faced with the General's stubborn side could only hum as he focuses his gaze back to the book. The two of them stayed like that for a long time, strangely enough Cyrus didn't mind the silence. It was neither awkward nor tension heavy, it was just...right.
Ridding of the ridiculous thought in his head, he decided to break the silence. He sent an intimidating glare at the man before asking.
"Who are you?"
The man didn't reply. He simply continued to hum and flip through another page.
"Where is this?"
Cyrus glared even harder, but the man just glanced at him, his expression turning more and more annoying-Cyrus notes.
"What do you want?"
This time he could see the man shut the book, his golden eyes set on him. He gently placed the book by the table and slowly made his way in front of the General.
Soon the two were facing each other. Since he was still sitting, the man though slender was now towering over him. Cyrus tilted his head upward and met the man's gaze head on. His eyes were clear, determined and challenging.
Seeing this, a smirk appeared on the man's pale face.
"What I want? Well that's pretty simple..."
Slowly the man leaned forward; Cyrus tried to move his head back , but was stopped by the man's soft hand. With this their faces were only inches apart from each other.
In this position, Cyrus could see the long locks of the man falling beautifully from his shoulder and tickling his cheek. The mole on his left eye, that now seems very visible. And the very soft, but pale looking lips that are inches away from his. Unconsciously, Cyrus gulped.
"General, I only want two things in this world. I want the hindrances gone and I want you."
Sudenly, his breathing hitched. Cyrus didn't know what kind of expression he was making at the moment.
Though if he took a guess by the man's amused expression, along with his own heart beating loudly, and the sudden heat reaching from atop of his colar. Then he would asume that he's making an expression unbefitting of his cold General persona.
Cyrus tried to mask back his expression, which was half successful as his face was still pinkish from the confession. This was his first ever confession and it happened within a dream. Not to mention that the person confessing in general was a man, and not just any man, but the man who promised him that he would rip off his d*ck.
"My general is really cute. Such a waste though. That omegan b*tch is really stupid."
"Omega. The book?" Cyrus asked. He recalls the book and his eyes instinctively moved to the table where it's dream copy was placed.
"Hmn. You've probably read it already, but you're going to marry the South's beloved omega in the near future." Though the man's face was pale and his overall features made him look innocent, his golden eyes remained cold and the smile on his face turned into an ugly sneer.
Cyrus instinctively closed his legs. He doesn't know why, but it just feels...safe that way.
"How are you even sure that'll happen?" He can't help but ask. At first he thought that the book was one of those inspired works written by 'imaginative people' as Yuno likes to call them-"You mean people who like to write se-""Shut up""Ow!"- But now with this mysterious man present along with the certainty of his words, the contents of the book might really be true.
In return the man smiled at him though the smile failed to reach his eyes. "Well there's no lost on believing right? If you believe what's written on the book, then you can spare yourself 2 years of being married to that c*nt. If you don't then that's ok, just think of it as nothing and when that time comes then you can live another 2 years of hell and die being cheated on. What do you say?"
"..."
"Exactly. Anyways you don't have to worry. I'll make sure that you won't marry him no matter what. If you do then you'll probably know the consequences of your actions..."
Slowly his gaze trailed off to Cyrus's lower body and onto his pants. Instinctively, he pressed his legs closer. The man gave a light chuckle before stepping back and finally giving the General some space.
"Don't worry, as long as you follow the book and avoid that b*tch then I'll spare you."
Well that wouldn't be hard. He had no plans of getting married to anyone in the first place. Especially to someone who cheated on him for no reason, and made the third party kill him.
Suddenly, the place began to shake. Cyrus grasped his ears, as a familiar voice penetrated his eardrums.
"I told you this book has some sort of evil possessing it. How could you let the General be alone with this thing?!"
Like a wave, the familiar shout of Derick's voice flooded through his ear.
"Shut up you'll wake up the General." Yuno's cold voice, unsuprisingly retorted back.
"Oh you-!" Before Cyrus can fully prepare himself from Derick's piercing voice, another voice cuts in.
"Master Derick, master Yuno please maintain proper decorum. Might I remind you that were inside his General's private quarters and that he's currently asleep. I advise the two of you to keep quiet or else I have no choice but to kick you out of the room."
Hearing the familiar voice of his butler, Cyrus breathed a sigh of relief. Without a doubt, the quarelling duo was silenced and the voices penetrating his eardrums stopped.
"Ha. Aren't they lively as ever. You're probably going to wake any second now, so you just sit back and relax for the rest of your remaining time here."
The man said with an indifferent tone, but Cyrus could hear the slightly disappointed tone on his voice. When the General saw the man turning away-probably to return to his earlier seat. His hand instinctively went to capture the other's delicate wrist.
The man turned to him with the same face, though Cyrus didn't miss the slight expand of those golden irises.
"You still haven't answered my earlier question. Who exactly are you?"
The dream space they were on was slowly fading away. The corners of the room were slowly turning white, but Cyrus didn't pay it no mind. He grasped the man's wrist intently, though not too hard that it might hurt him-though he doesn't know if someone can get hurt in a dream, it's better to be safe.
His eyes stared solely on the man, waiting for him to answer. When the man's mouth finally opened, instead of words, a bubbling laughter resonated through the fading space. Cyrus frowned, he wanted to ask again, but was cut off by the man.
"Hahaha...my identity you say hmmmm. Now that I think about it, it would be quite troublesome if other than us knows the contents of the book. I can't let you run your mouth freely now can I? That would ruin my years worth of work!"
Cyrus wanted to ask what the man meant by that. Unfortunately, before he can even open his mouth to speak, the man was already in front of him. As the beautiful man leaned in closer and closer, the General could feel his heart doing somersaults, his lips trembled as he completely forgot his questions.
Cyrus thinks that he can simply get out of this situation. He still had the man's wrist on one hand and the man's other hand was used to steady himself on the chair. If he wanted he can simple incline his head backward and avoid whatever's about to happen, but strangely he doesn't. Instead, he let's the man's pale yet soft lips brush against his. The moment was fleeting yet the drumming of the General's heart didn't stop even after he woke up. Was it milliseconds, seconds, a minute? Cyrus doesn't really care much about details.
As the man broke away from the chaste kiss, Cyrus could see the satisfied expression on his face. The dream space was already ruined, even the chains on his ankles were gone. The only remaining entity on this dream was him and the man.
Cyrus wanted to say something when suddenly his eyelids grew heavy. He tried hard to maintain his eyes opened, but sadly it was a battle he could not win with stubbornness. As his body limped, he finally closed his eyes and left the dream. Before his conciousness dissappeared he heard the man's soft fleeting voice one last time.
"Be sure to pick me this time or else you'll know what will happen."
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When Hugo saw his master shivering, he adjusted the blanket and properly covered the General from neck to toe. The head butler's face was filled with worry as he gently wiped the cold sweat forming on the General's forehead.
His master was indeed going through a lot these days. Not only did he get hit by a book and passed out, this time he passed out and was hit by a book.
'I just hope that he doesn't pass out nor get hit by a book when the news of his arranged marriage by the Emperor comes up.'
Oh how wrong he was.