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

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    Adair growled as He was quick to block the door so he couldn't escape from him. " You just had to make this hard..."He grumbled as his claws withdrew from his gloves. He knew some basic spells but nothing very battle wise besides standard ones a child could use. So he relied more on his brute strength. He was prepared to do whatever he had to to take the other down.

    Ukyo looked almost pissed by this. He understood the situation. A person brought him back, because none would have gone through this much trouble to kill him. He wasn't going to fight. He should except the execution. Slowly he got to his hands and knees and watched the floor. He wasn't begging for mercy. "I am so sorry. But I hope you understand, it was an accident I murdered you. It makes me so happy to see you just one more time." He always had a soothing, calm voice. He only raised it once. That was when the other attacked him. He had screamed once, just to stop the other. A sad smile resided on his lips. "Please. End it."

    He frowned, his anger subsided into pity as he saw him there, kneeling in front of him on the ground. This is what he wanted right? He wanted it to end, and the other wanted it to be the same. He took the blade and aimed to make so it would be quick. Painless,but he found himself unable to move. His hands were shaking and the sound of the blade rattling in it's handle as he started at him. He didn't know if he could do it.

    Ukyo looked up at the other softly. He had no anger. He didn't ever want to hurt the other. Never again.standing he set his hand on the others shoulders before wrapping the other in a tight hug. He would never have done it on purpose. He was crying with both joy and regret.

    Adair dropped the blade to the floor. He couldn't do it even if he wanted. He probably would of healed his wound instantly afterwards. For he was oddly good at that, especially with small wounds. Not so much with big ones. He managed to wrap his arms around the other, hugging him as we as he tried not to cry himself. He had missed the other so much...

    The other collapsed from exhaustion in the others arms. He wasn't ever able to sleep. This would be the first time he could sleep soundly. Without the nightmares haunting him. He wanted to enjoy sleep. His more fragile figure limply draped on the other. He had refused to eat for the Last week.

    Adair sat on the floor, still mostly decked in armor. His head and arms exposed as he held him come. He was to tired to move anywhere himself. He found his old friend unusually light though.

    Ukyo had barely changed in appearance. His wing was however, causing him a lot of physical pain. He would be probably more physically stiff. As moving hurt. His eyes had rings under them. He really had been abnormally lighter. He had always been slim, but his was unhealthy at this point.

    He smiled and sighed as he saw how badly he had taken care of himself. " You changed so much..."He murmured softly, he would never had thought this would happen to him if he died.

    There was no response from him. He had also stopped taking his medications. His bad wing was bruised up, like he still tried to fly knowing how bad his condition was in. There was ways to fix his wing, but they hurt more than just having a broken one. It would be painful to fly for about a week as well.

    He looked at the other's tattered wing. Perhaps one day he could help fix him up. Though it would take a long amount of time if he were to use his magic with such a wound. He had always been somewhat jealous of how beautiful they were. But now it was sad to not see them in their pristine beauty after so long.

    After a while the real guards came in. Getting ready to restrain the trespasser. But the decided to strip him of the armor. Noticing how their king was getting rest for once. Asking a few questions before explaining how he locked himself in his study and wrote. Refusing to eat.

    Adair was slightly u comfortable of chatting with the guards after he sneaked in. But he answered their questions as he held him closer. He had no idea this was the sort of thing he had been doing. If only he'd known this would have happened he would of never done anything he did hundreds of years ago.

    "Perhaps you can get him to eat. It's not like he let's us cradle him in his sleep. He doesn't sleep at all if he's touched." The other, despite being asleep was still holding on to he other. "He seems to be fully relaxed. And you could possibly get him to take his medications as well?" They were practically pleading for the fairy to bring their king back to his old self. The human had no way to kill he other at the moment. As his magic couldn't kill something he couldn't see.

    Adair looked at his old friend and touched his cheek softly. " I'll do my best, but I can't guarantee anything..." He murmured as he ran a hand through the other's hair, trying to get it out of his face so he could see all of it.

    He sighed as he saw how pale he was. He almost looked like a ghost to him. He brushed his messy hair with his fingers. He looked at his hand, perhaps as a start to making him better he could fix that wing. He knew how complex it would be but his other one was in perfect condition. So he had a template as he very slowly started at the base. Only voting this show so it wouldn't hurt him and interrupt his sleeping schedule. He knew this would drain his energy though.

    Adair had made good progress on the other's wings. Though it was only fractionally better. He managed to fix and kinks and bends. He had started to regrow what was torn off but he would need more time. His work also left him starving, he craved food. Especially something sweet as he. He got up and rubbed his eyes. " Kyu Kyu?" He called out for him. Greatly remembering the nickname he had created for him who knows how long ago when they were kids. He walked down the hall a bit. " Kyu Kyu!" He called out for again.

    Ukyo looked at him from a crack through the door. "In here!" He mumbled softly. Barely raising his voice loud enough. Inside he had papers upon papers of documents he wrote. Leaving the door unlocked for the other to come in. He was writing yet another document, then another, then another. He needed a break and nourishment. Probably needing to be physically dragged to the dining room and forcefully fed.