October always found it cute how they would pretend that there was nothing between them, how they would try desperately to hide their relationship. The looks from November were a giveaway, if not how Luka's demeanour changed whenever he was near him. October would always catch them sharing a quick kiss or embrace when they didn't think anyone was looking- well when November didn't think anyone was looking, for October knew that Luka was always aware of his surroundings (even if he was blind.)
'Is it possible to control this idiot?' Luka asked lazily, his head resting in the palm of his hand. January scowled, cat ears folding back on to his head in annoyance as October giggled.
'I am not an idiot, you blind old cat!' January shot back. October swore a small smile appeared on Luka's lips for a moment before he replied.
'I might be blind, however I am only a few years older than you, but I am also faster,' and in a blink of an eye January found himself in Luka's seat, hands tied behind his back with his own tail.
'And so, I believe this is where someone says 'owned',' Luka smirked. January glared at him and struggled to get out of his bindings. October looked at Luka. He truly was handsome, with his radiant braided black hair, furry dark grey ears, adorned with black stripes, and his long slender tail, carried with an ever so slightly small curve. Not to mention his demeanour, high, reserved, and cautious. Luka was always cautious...
'Um, Luka, maybe you should let him go,' October said tentatively, Luka just shrugged.
'You'll have to untie him, after all, I am just a 'blind old cat',' Luka smirked, and looked straight at January. Well, October thought so anyway, it was hard to tell with his blindfold on.
'Let me go!' January whined, tears in his eyes. Luka shook his head. October sighed and got up from his place on the floor, and carefully so not to hurt him, untied January's tail. January just pouted and glared at October.
'I didn't need your help,' he muttered, and with a swish of his tail, he left, out the door. Luka snorted.
'That kitten has problems,' He said, carefully making his way back to his seat. November who had just walked in shook his head.
'Do I want to know?' he asked. Luka shrugged innocently.
'Your baby brother needs to learn respect. How the three of you are related, I will ever know, you are all opposites,' Luka said, pulling November into his lap. November scowled at him and was about to retort but was silenced by Luka's lips. October smiled, and if he could see Luka's eyes, he was sure that he would've winked at him. He looked at the way the two of them clashed, Luka in his guard clothes and Nov in his usual worn down frock coat, which resembled rags. While Luka looked groomed, November had his long, red slightly frizzy- curly hair in a loose, messy ponytail, held together with a piece of linen- from which October guessed, came from one of Luka's old blindfolds- and his overly fluffy ears and his brush like tail, both highlighted with indigo blotches. October shook his head to get rid of all these thoughts and walked out the door, to give them privacy.
But, no matter how many times he saw them together like that, he always felt a small bit of anger and almost dread in his stomach. It wasn't that October was jealous of the two of them, but he was jealous what the two of them had. Why couldn't he have someone like that for himself? Sure, the two of them probably deserved it more than he did, what, with being best friends from the age of three, and November taking care of Luka after he went blind when they were six. They earned to be together, hell, even damned January had someone, but who did October have? No one, that's who.
October furiously kicked a lone little stone that was unfortunate enough to find itself in front of him. This said unfortunate little stone happened to land on a guard's head, who was escorting the King through town. October gulped and looked at the guard in frozen terror. Ah, shit, he was going to die.
'You! Punk! Come over here!' And with that request, October fled in the opposite direction, jumping on a roof top, running as fast as he could to get away from the guard. He jumped over several roof tops before jumping off a lower one and running through the streets. His legs hurt and he was beginning to become tired, his heart pounding a hundred miles per hour. He could hear the guard's heavy breathing behind him and October knew that if he didn't think of something quickly, he was going to die or be in a lot of pain. October, unlike his brothers, was smaller, and physically weaker, however, when it came to escaping, he could escape from nearly anything and/or anyone (with the exception of Luka.)
October quickly skimmed a corner and jumped up into a window, successfully pressing himself against it enough so that, hopefully, the guard wouldn't see him. His heart was pounding in his ears and he felt as if he was going to be sick. The guard rounded the corner, looking around. October pressed against the window harder, resting his hand on a lever. The lever was pushed down and October stumbled backwards as the window opened, and with a strangled cry and getting tangled in the curtains, he fell in.
The guard spun around at the noise and frowned when he didn't see anything. Where was that damned punk anyway?
'Leonard, what are you doing there?' A voice from above called out to him. Leonard growled. The figure from above jumped down from the roof, lavender hair swishing haphazardly. Leonard answered,
'I'm looking for the punk that threw a rock at me,' Ammona sighed and pinched the bridge of her nose. Of course he was this idiot could never take it if he was ridiculed. 'Well, stop what you're doing, we need to leave. Remember why we're here and who we're looking for, understood?' She gave the tiger like man a fierce look before jumping on a roof. Leonard snarled at her, but followed. Stupid persian cat. He thought.
October groaned as he tried to sit up. The fall from the window to the floor wasn't a small one and the fact that he was tangled up didn't help him in the slightest. His head hurt and he felt dizzy, and his side felt as if it broke in half as he landed on something hard first, before landing on the floor. He gave a small whimper as he untangled himself from the curtains. Cautiously, he stood up, checking for any broken bones or any permanent damage, which he found none. He look around his surroundings. The room was closet-like, with an unnaturally high ceiling. The ebony wood floor contrasted with the apricot coloured walls, its border a hard grey. The smell of the room was a soft perfume which made October's nose twitch unpleasantly. The room was mostly empty, except for a hideous, half torn orange couch and a wooden chest.
October kicked at the chest, as that was what he probably fell on first, before landing on the floor, but that proved to be a bad idea as he felt a stinging pain in his foot. October yelped in pain and fell backwards again. He groaned. This was not his day. He sat up and noticed that with his kick, he managed to open the chest, revealing its contents. The well known saying of 'curiosity killed the cat' rang true; the second October leaned over to see what was in the chest, an arrow shot from the couch and missed October's head by a mere millimetre. October stood there, in absolute shock and confusion. Slowly, he turned his head to look towards the couch where a small pale bronze coloured ear was poking out and a string of colourful words was coming out of the owner's mouth. October made his way towards the couch and once he was close enough, he jumped behind it, tackling whoever was there. There was a loud howl of pain as October held down the person behind the couch. After a few futile attempts at scratching October and endless squirming, the person calmed down.
October cocked his head curiously. The cat beneath him wasn't much older than him, hell he was probably younger if anything. He had short soft brown hair and golden yellow eyes, which, October thought, would've of looked gorgeous if they were not wishing death upon him. He also had the reddest lips October had ever seen, like a red red rose.
'Stop staring,' the boy from beneath him growled. October blinked at him before blushing, shamelessly.
'Sorry,' October muttered.
'Will you get off of me?'
'How will I know you won't try and kill me again?' October asked. The boy from beneath him gave him a look which clearly stated what he thought of October's intelligence level.
'That was my only arrow,' he deadpanned. October looked at him as if weighing up his options before hesitantly getting off of him. The boy sat up and October felt as if he was going to burst into flames.
'Um... so... My name is October,' October said pathetically 'What's yours?'
'Gypsy,' the boy answered monotonously. October nodded. The name suited him with his looks and olive skin. October looked around avoiding the boy in front of him. He actually found a nice mundane pattern on the floor before Gypsy spoke,
'Why are you here... as in... How did you get in here?' October's head shot up and realized that there were in fact no doors.
'I fell through the window,' He answered. Gypsy looked up, and then back at October and slowly nodded, as if degrading his intelligence. October frowned at him.
'So, how do I get out of here?' He asked. Gypsy gave him an annoyed look and pointed towards some floorboards.
'Lift the loose ones up,' was the only explanation he received. October shrugged and decided to go for it. He peeled the floor boards up to reveal a narrow stone stairway. He spared a glance at Gypsy who had retrieved his arrow and was now sitting on the couch, mending his arch.
'Turn left when you get to the bottom, then go right when you get to the cross tunnels,' Gypsy said. October just nodded and descended down the stairs. The smell of mildew and rotting flesh hit his senses and was so over powering he was sick on the stairs. October felt dizzy, then, he passed out.
When October awoke, he found himself on the ugly orange couch, which surprisingly enough was quite comfy.
'About time you're awake,' Gypsy's voice floated towards him. October just gave a grunt in reply.
'You were sick, and then fainted,' Gypsy explained. October ignored him.
'You're useless you know,' and this time October would've punched him if close enough, so, instead, he only growled.
'What were you doing here anyway?' Gypsy asked. October was about to answer but then thought of a better idea.
'What are you doing down here?' October didn't know what he expected, but the answer he received disappointed him.
'I live here,'
'Because I do,' October knew they could probably go through the whole process fifty times and not get anywhere, so he decided to just leave it, it's not like he cared anyway.
'Up this way I think!' Gypsy's eyes widened as October heard voices beneath them. In a flash Gypsy took October's hand and dragged him behind the couch.
'What-' October started but was slowly cut off by Gypsy's hand over his mouth.
'Quiet,' Gypsy whispered and October nodded. They could hear the sound of footsteps walking up the stairs and someone banging at the floorboards. The floorboards were spewed from their place as if exploded by dynamite. October closed his eyes and didn't dare open them, even for a second.
Everything was silent and the only sound came from October's breathing and Gypsy's arch. October heard a small whoosh, then a yell and a string of curse words from Gypsy before he took October's hand again and ran full speed down the stairs. October's adrenaline was so high; he didn't even take in the smell like before. The only thing he could focus on was the beating of his heart and the warmth from Gypsy's small hand, which disappeared in October's own. He didn't even register when they got outside, except for the harsh light of the sun.
'Are you ok?' Gypsy asked him, letting go of his hand. October nodded and couldn't help but feel a loss at not having his hand in his anymore.
'Good, come on,' Gypsy was panting heavily his gait, alert. October followed obediently. Gypsy led him out on to the main street, which was packed with more people than usual, all crowded around someone. From what October could see the King was the centre of attention and was, apparently announcing something. October noticed Luka standing next to him and the guard from early who was chasing him and someone else he didn't recognize.
'My fellow subjects, I would like your help. Eighteen years ago, I had a son. As you are all aware, my father was ruling back then and he disapproved of many things, one of them the birth of a royal child if the father was not king. For this reason I had to hide my son from my father and to this day he is among us and has been living without knowledge of his royal heritage. I would be eternally grateful if you will help me find my son,' the crowd cheered and October knew they would all eagerly apply, for the King was a great man and his subjects were loyal to him.
'Who cares?' He heard Gypsy mutter as he walked away. October quickly followed him as the King started giving out details.
'That's him,' Ammona said gesturing towards the two boys. Leonard looked at her.
'Yeah, and the punk who threw a rock at me,' Leonard grumbled. Luka raised an eyebrow.
'A kid threw a rock at you and you couldn't defend yourself, really?' he teased. Leonard snarled at him, while Ammona shook her head is disapproval and went off to follow the two boys, Luka and Leonard following closely.
'What's wrong Gypsy? Why don't you like the king?' October pressed. Gypsy tried his best to ignore him which annoyed October.
'Tell me, why are you ignoring me? Why won't you talk to me? Why don't you-' October was cut off by a warm tingling sensation on his lips, but as soon as it appeared it was gone. October just stared at Gypsy in front of him who wiped his mouth on the back of his hand.
'That was to shut you up. The answer to your questions: it's none of your business,' Gypsy said and started walking again. October just stood there is disbelief. He kissed him.
Gypsy kissed him.
He kissed him.
And he liked it.
Immediately October was bought out of his trance as he ran towards Gypsy, calling his name. Just when he got to where Gypsy was a large hand came down on his shoulder. October looked up to see Leonard, the guard who was chasing him from earlier. October swallowed, he could see Gypsy was being held up by Ammona.
'Now Leonard, be nice to my brother-in-law,' Luka chided. October stared at him dumbfounded.
'But you and Nov aren't married,' He said. Luka smirked.
'Yet,' Understanding dawned on October and he felt like laughing, for he knew it was unlikely that November would agree, but he knew Luka could be very persuasive.
'What's your name?' Ammona asked Gypsy, silencing the conversation. Gypsy gave her a hard stare before answering. She nodded and looked at Leonard and Luka.
'Will you come with us Gypsy?' She asked.
'I don't think you have an option kid. It's simple come with us, and if we're wrong we'll let you go. We won't hurt you,' Luka said, then added. 'And don't try to make a run for it' Gypsy was silent for a few minutes before replying.
'Fine,' he said 'But October is coming too'. Wait what? Why? October thought. Luka shrugged
'Go for it, but let's go,' and so, Gypsy and October were taken away by Luka, Leonard and Ammona.
Their destination was not something neither Gypsy nor October thought of. The large gold plated gates of the palace opened and they were escorted in. October stared in awe at the large building and the garden. Flowers of all kinds he never even knew of decorated every surface, all colours of the rainbow. Large roses, chrysanthemums the size of his head and bigger, lilies standing gracefully and baby's breath around the edges to add an elegant touch . The inside, however was even more magnificent with its gold's, platinum's and silver's, its velvets and silks and rich colours. October was overwhelmed by it all, however, Gypsy was not. He wore an impassive expression through it all until they came to the throne room. Luke pushed open the oak double doors and led the two boys in. Ammona took Gypsy to the King who was sitting on his throne. October was about to follow but Luka stopped him.
'Stay here October.' October looked at Gypsy and felt a sense to protect him but stayed where he was. The King wasn't paying attention to what was going on as he was talking to someonewho October guessed was an advisor- until Ammona brought his attention to Gypsy and herself. The King looked up and glanced at Ammona before looking at the boy. The King gasped at all was silent for a moment. October saw Gypsy fidget a little and could tell he was extremely uncomfortable. Hesitantly, as if everything before him was a dream, the King spoke.
'Gy-Gypsy my son, is that you?' the question shocked both October and Gypsy. October quickly looked at him, but the look on his face obviously showed that he had no idea what was going on.
'Um...' Gypsy said. He didn't know how to reply. Who would?
'It's you... it has to be to you... You look just like your mother,' Gypsy nodded the same way he did with October, weighing his intelligence. October couldn't help a small smile which appeared on his lips. It was kind of cute how Gypsy would
...He was not cute.
Nope, no way. October did not just think that.
'It's late. We will do a test tomorrow to see, until then I will take him to a guest room,' Luka broke the second silence that fell upon the room.
'Oh yes, yes please,' the King said. Luka bowed and gestured for Gypsy and October to follow. They were taken up a large flight of stairs and numerous corridors before they got to the room.
'This is your room for tonight. Sleep well. If you need anything I am sure Ammona will help you,' Luka said as Gypsy and October walked into the room. It was a simple room or as simple as something could be in this palace- with a king sized bed with red silk sheets. There was an oak desk in one corner of the room, a couch and several arm chairs in the middle around a black coffee table. The carpet was warm and fluffy, the wall a rich cream colour.
'Right,' was the only word Gypsy said.
'Well I will leave you then. Come on October, I will take you home,' October felt a bit disappointed but nodded and was about to leave when Gypsy stopped him.
'He stays, or else I won't,' Gypsy threatened. October was beyond shocked now. First he tried to kill him, then he drags him from the death stairs, then he insults him and his intelligence, then he saves them both, then ignores him, kisses him and now he doesn't want October to leave him. What the hell was up with him? Luka sighed.
'Fine, I will tell Nov where you are October. If you need anything call me instead for God knows Leonard will have a field day and Ammona would go on about separate rooms,' October smiled at Luka's complaining.
'Thanks Luka, although I think it's November you should worry about,' October said. Luka groaned because he knew he was right. November will go crazy.
'Yeah, thanks for that. Good Night,' Luka said, closing the door behind them. October smiled until he looked at Gypsy. His face fell as he saw him curled up into a ball, knees pulled up to his chest.
'Are you ok Gypsy?' October asked as he sat on the bed next to him. Gypsy shrugged, but didn't answer for a long time.
'I want to leave,' Gypsy's voice was so small, October wasn't even sure he heard him, but when he saw Gypsy staring at him, with those gorgeous eyes, he knew he heard him.
'Why?' October didn't understand why someone would want to leave this place. Yes, he loved his place with November, January and Luka, but come on, being a prince, how awesome would that be?
'Because I do... how far is the drop from the window?' October sighed walked over to the window to look out.
'Too high to jump from without sustaining a really bad injury,' October answered and came to sit back down next to Gypsy. Gypsy gave a small defeated sigh and lay down on his side, back facing October.
'Who were those people who were looking for you?' October asked. He could see Gypsy visibly stiffen. Unconsciously October reached out to touch Gypsy's shoulder. He relaxed almost immediately and turned to face October.
'They're some people I've been hiding from. They've been after me for a long time and I don't know why. When I was ten my parents- well, I guess they're not really my parents are they? - put me in the place... room. Three square meals would appear every day and I never questioned it.' He took a deep breath, and was silent for a minute.
'Suddenly, they just stopped. It took me months to find that staircase and years to figure out how to get out of there. In the meantime I ate rats. They weren't that good, but it was food, and once I found how to get out I would go and steal food. But, every time there would be people looking for me. I don't know why, but they would. They never found my place, not until today.' He finished. They both stayed silent for a long time. October wanted to hug him so much.
'It's late,' Gypsy said. October only nodded.
'There's a couch,' He said. October nodded again.
'There's a big bed too... a really big bed,' Gypsy continued and October could see what he was getting at. He didn't want to sleep alone.
'Move over,' October said. The smile which appeared on Gypsy's face, even if it was for only a moment, was probably the biggest and most heart warming smile ever and October was more than determined to see that smile again.
Morning came with a literal loud bang which resonated throughout the whole palace. October immediately fell out of bed. Damn it, what was that noise?
'October, are you ok?' Gypsy yawned from the bed and rubbed his eyes. If October was the type of person to do so, he would've immediately went 'aww' and hugged the poor thing to death, but seeing as he wasn't that type, he just settled for a small smile.
'Yeah, I'm ok, there was just a really loud noise,' he said, getting up. Gypsy yawned again, gave a small 'ok' and fell back asleep. October had climbed back into bed and was nearing sleep until a loud knocking ensued. October groaned and was tempted to kill whoever it was who was knocking, even if it was Luka.
'Rise and shine,' Leonard's voice drifted in and October didn't feel so good. October heard Gypsy whine and he saw a pillow fly through the air, hitting Leonard square in the face.
'Go away,' he muttered before trying to fall asleep again. October heard Leonard say something like 'rude, worthless brat', but did his best to ignore him.
'Leonard, Ammona wants you,' October recognized Luka's voice and relaxed. Leonard grunted but left.
'Wake up you two, come on,' Luka said. October sat up and poked Gypsy when he didn't move. He poked him harder. Nothing. October was contemplating tickling him before Luka flicked him in the forehead, waking him up immediately.
'Hey!' Gypsy shouted sitting up. He rubbed his forehead and pouted. October giggled. Ok, fine, he was cute.
'Come on, get up. We need to run a test and the King is waiting,' was all that Luka said before walking outside. October moaned but got up anyway.
'I don't want to,' Gypsy whinged but got up after rolling around and stretching. October stared at the bit of exposed skin on his stomach and quickly looked away. Right... time to go downstairs.
Luka was waiting outside the door for them. He took the down to the throne room. It was the same as yesterday minus the large table with potions ingredients. A frothing bowl was on the table. The liquid was sapphire, with jade specks, and in October's opinion, looked absolutely disgusting. The smell of raw meat came from it and October felt queasy.
'We need a drop of blood,' Ammona said, handing Gypsy a small dagger. Gypsy eyed it wearily before taking it and making a small incision in his palm, letting a small amount of blood trickle down and into the bowl.
'How will we know if Gypsy is the King's son?' October asked. Ammona replied,
'The liquid should turn gold,' and sure enough in a few moments, the liquid turned a gold colour.
'Well, my Lord, I believe we've found your son,' Ammona said, turning towards the King.
'Yes, indeed you have. Gypsy my son, come here,' Gypsy didn't say a word but walked over to the King, who enveloped him in a hug. Gypsy hugged back awkwardly.
'Now all the brat needs is a princess and he could pretty much rule, although, I think he already found one from that kiss that occurred yesterday,' Leonard said looking at October. October gaped at him and opened his mouth a few times but nothing came out, except for,
'I didn't know he was a prince at the time! Besides, he kissed me!' Leonard howled with laughter and even Luka gave a small laugh. October went bright red as did Gypsy.
'It was only to shut him up,' Gypsy muttered, still red. October nodded in agreement, but neither Luka nor Leonard would hear of it.
'Sure it was, you looked like you enjoyed it,' Leonard said. Luka added,
'And besides October, you always wanted a boyfriend,' October groaned and hid his face in his hands. Luka could be so mean sometimes!
'Ok, that's enough you two, leave them alone,' Ammona said stopping the teasing. Luke and Leonard made sounds of protest but were cut off by a fierce look. October giggled.
'I believe we shall celebrate and tell my kingdom of the finding of my son,' the King said. Ammona nodded together with Luka and Leonard escorted the King out, leaving October and Gypsy alone.
'So um...' October began but was silenced by Gypsy's lips. Gypsy wrapped his arms around October's neck and one of October's hand wound itself around his waist, and the other, cupping his face. They only pulled away for air. October grinned.
'So,' October said.
'So,' Gypsy replied, 'become my 'Queen'?' Gypsy giggled. October gave him an annoyed look, and out of spite, started tickling him. Gypsy screamed as October tickled him, laughing and trying to escape. Eventually they both collapsed in the Kings throne, Gypsy sitting on October's lap.
'Was that a yes, or a no?' Gypsy asked looking up. October gave him a quick peck on the lips before answering.
'That was a yes... but I refuse to be called a 'queen'.... plus... you're bottom,' October gave a Cheshire grin before Gypsy hit him.
And so, once the King died, Gypsy took his place with October as his
'Queen' other half and they ruled together until they died.