I carry the burden ( PRIVATE ) that you can't even compare...

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    ( I thought you were being passive agressive. Like aww, your so cute to even consider yourself on my level pond scum. I don't know why. You used an exclamation point I should of assumed you were happy. I'm just a moron. But sure infiltration)


    Adair slowly sneaked his way through he castle halls. He had such a hard even getting in here, it would've been easier to just come through the front. He knew this place inside and out but he had to keep quiet. He didn't want them finding out he was here. Or he'd have to wait until he was forgotten to try again.

    Ukyo was in his study trying to work out ways to prevent any more deaths. His wings were folded back as he sat in his chair writing pages upon pages of letters and treaties. Arguments and resolves. You name it, he was working on it. He didn't get a bit of sleep these days due to how stressed he was. And ever since Adair's death he had been completely torn. It made it worse that he was the fairy to kill him. He stabbed the other in a way that it was slow and painful. He didn't mean for it to.

    Adair was very stealthy as he made his way around the castle. He managed to hide in an empty guest bedroom as a guard came by. But he saw this as a perfect opportunity as he grabbed the guard from behind. Effectively knocking him out and stealing his armor. Now just where did he put the guard? He grinned and decided to shove him down into the cellar. Locking the poor guy inside as he now walked around in his metal suit. Now disguised as just a normal guard. HE could get around much easier.

    After a while the soft king stood up taking a paper full of writing and walked out. Heading to his bedroom which was right down the hall. He was wearing something over his wings. Walking quietly over.

    Adair went through multiple doors to get to the stairs. Now just what level would he be on? He thought the second would be a good first look as he went up the stairs. No one was around him, for most guards were at the front staircase. But he decided to take the back. He looked around on the second floor. " Were could be be..." He hissed softly.

    The blonde king was walking down the same hall. Stopping to get in his room and set the paper on the other side. He looked terrible just when you glanced or stared. His eyes were dull like the life had been sucked out of them.

    He went at full attention like a guard of duty would as he saw him. He grinned to himself as he saw his target. He chuckled softly to himself and made sure to keep careful eye on him as he walked. Acting like the guards that worked here did. For he knew how they worked very well.

    Ukyo gave a quiet glance to what he thought was one of his guards. Removing his jacket that covered his wings. One opened, then the other. The other however was tattered and useless. He couldn't fly anymore. Opening the door to his room he stepped inside.

    He grinned from within the iron armor. It made him a bit sad to see his wings tattered. For they had been so beautiful in their prime. But this would make his job easy. Once he was inside he watched the inside. Pretending to just keep watch. But he truly was just waiting for the right moment. For the minute when he was vulnerable and he could dig his class through the other. Make it nice and painful, and perhaps the other would understand his pain.

    Ukyo had already been weak. Leaving the other to execute him. Taking his small blade and putting it on his dresser before crawling on the bed. He was murmuring something about Adair. He missed the other. The paper was actually a letter for the other. But it was never given, because he killed him before given a chance. When his wing became useless in a battle far back he started ripping it apart only for his guards to stop him and take care of the pain.

    Adair walked into the room, seeing this as a perfect opportunity. They were alone and the other had no idea it was him. He glanced at the paper on his desk, seeing it was addressed to him made him pause and begin to read it. Acting like he was just watching him while he read it from the corner of his eye.

    It was old, for sure. It was a very sweet letter. There was some newer writing that explained how much he missed the other fairy. The rest of the papers were medical, as he was supposed to be sleeping. He had suffered of depression, violent panic attacks that caused him to tear at his already ruined wing, eating disorders, nightmares. That and prescription medications. But he didn't fall asleep just laid there staring at the wall.

    He felt sympathy as he looked at them. Oh how he had missed him to, but it was either him or he would be killed by the human who had renewed him and gave him a new life. He looked at him and felt as if doing this he would be putting him out of his misery. He was very quiet as he went over to him were he lay. He looked to the blade on his dresser and picked it up. Looking at how slick it would be. Pain and suffering were not on his mind at the moment, just releasing the other from his pain. But he didn't know how confident he felt now that was alive again. How they could just be like they used to. But he knew one of them was going to die... He didn't want to experience the pain again and wanted his to end.

    The blonde didn't move to investigate the sound coming from the dresser. He put his hands to his head as he started having a random panic attack. After a while he seemed to manage to calm himself and try to rest. He had started crying too.

    Adair stepped back a bit as the other freaked out. He didn't know how effective this would be as he took off the gloves of the armour so his cloth ones that covered his hands were there. He did this for a particular purpose as he playfully with one hand covered Ukyo's eyes. He didn't want him to see any of his. "Guess who~" His familiar voice teased, trying to make this easy for himself as he aimed the small bald for the other's throat. An injury that would end his pain instantly.

    If there was one thing that was hard to do, was restraining Ukyo.he reacted nearly instantly. In this world Magic was old news. Bit he never used his and refrained from using it. Spinning his he'd out of the others grip and jumping off the bed Staring at the other. He was constantly tricked by illusions, so he didn't believe the other was the real deal.