In The End (Kakeru)

[Fyrann Truax]

Eleven hours. That wasn't unusual for Ayden. However it was right then that it hit Fyrann like a ton of bricks that the note the doctor had left was because he was upset. With that idea running through his head and the information he was now given, the human struggled a moment with the shirt that Kakeru had tossed on his face and rushed out after the shorter male once his boots were back on, snatching his heavy powered pistol off the night stand as he exited the household--injuries be damned.

Fyrann travelled light on his feet though he was lagging behind Kakeru. Elves were naturally more nimble which meant the former commando was forced to take the backseat instead of lead like he usually had. "Are you certain it was from over here?" he asked, voice low as he continually moved, keeping himself ready to fight if he had to. Even if there was no response, he'd stick as close to Kakeru's back until they managed to find Ayden.

Once the fighter's brown eyes settled on his lover, Fyrann inspected the area around him and immediately approached the one with an demolished knee cap, gun aimed at assailant's other good leg. "What group do you belong to?" he asked sternly, hoping he could get some information from the the guy before he bled out.

[Kakeru Kun Fallen]

Kakeru watches his brother and his second lover. His heart raced and while they interrogated the male he kept his eyes out for any movements.

The man looks Up At Fyrann. "Orochi. They want to see you all dead so the war will end." He says with a laughs before groaning, realizing that Ayden was bandaging his good leg. Ayden was dead quiet. A man walks up wearing Brightblood Police force Uniform. "Ayden you okay?" Ayden nods, the man smiles and looks at Fyrann, he salutes both Fyrann and Kakeru, "Unless Fyrann has anything else, take him to holding. I'll be there later." Kakeru says. "Ayden slip get a team to clean up the bodies." He replies. As long as Fyrann was done the man took the other and headed for hq. Ayden looks down at his blood covered shirt. Kakeru was waiting to see if the boy freaked out from having killed someone.

[Fyrann Truax]

Fyrann stared for a long while at the wounded man. "Orochi...", he repeated to himself, letting the name roll off his tongue. With a very gradual motion, the marksman lowered the gun's barrel to face the ground just a touch more. His eyebrows furrowed into an expression of suspicion.

'Why does that name sound vaguely familiar?'. In his mind the last fleeting images of his parents played out, his father leaning down to hug a much younger Fyrann. "Stiff upper lip, Truax.", his parent said gruffly but meant kindness to no end. The child gazed up at the approach of his mother, a lovely black-haired brown-eyed beauty. She kissed his forehead,"Be good for your uncle. We love you little man."; for a split second tears almost threatened to form in her eyes, but then it wasn't too long after that she turned and walked away, the flashback fading every detail into pure white and the memory ended. He had to wonder if the two events correlated somehow. After all it had been months since he last thought about them let alone tried searching.

Snapping back into reality with Kakeru's question hanging in the air, it took him a second to recollect his current goal. With a shake of his head, he responded in his London proper accent,"Uh, no. No more questions...". Normally he sounded much more composed and not as confused; nevertheless, he allowed the Brightblood policeman to take away the offender before turning back to Ayden and Kakeru. "Finally standing up for yourself...I have to say I'm proud of you Ayden", he mentioned to the doctor and then gave a slight odd look to the other elf present. "Variat?". Truax was looking over Ayden's arm as he decided to kneel next his lover. "Let's get your shoulder back in place, shall we?", the human mentioned as he reached out to assist his lover, his own mood altered just enough to not seem entirely himself.

[Kakeru Kun Fallen]

Kakeru was able to relax some when the man was gone. He leans back against a way and let's his eyes close. He kept am ear out though. "Variat is his birth name. Means the same thing as Ayden though." He replies. Ayden looks at Frank and nods before smiling, "I have... to live. People count on my living." That made Kakeru smile. Ayden braces for the pain he knew he was going to feel. "Ready."

[Fyrann Truax]

As Fyrann was assessing the younger brother's limb, he gave a nod to Kakeru. "Right, almost forgot. Elves. Different culture from humans", he mumbled as more of his immediate concern was placed on Ayden's dislocated shoulder. Had there been any wounds in that area he'd tend to those first with antiseptic and gauze, and if nothing else prevented him he'd quickly jab the shoulder back into its socket--inwardly feeling bad for having to listen to the stifled cries of pain. "Don't try anything risky for a while. You might cause it to shimmy loose again", Truax advised.

With a pause he looked over at the prophet of war with a question that had been on his mind," Kakeru...has anyone codenamed Blue Metaphor ever contacted someone in the States? Preferably within the last...decade??". It was a long shot, he knew, but as much as he was afraid to ask and possibly find the cold hard truth, some part of him wanted to know. That particular codename stemmed from the Royal's private forces, not something common knowledge even for intel gatherers like Kakeru or Fyrann himself; however, the man revealed his relationship to the person in question with four simple words,"He's my father".

[Kakeru Kun Fallen]

Ayden stifles his cry as his shoulder is 9th back into place he starts to wrap the area where the bullet entered and exited. Then the pain in his hand caught his attention. He looks down at it, "I think I broke my wrist with my gun... I'll have to go to the office to see how badly." He says but it was more like he was looking at someone else's wrist instead of his own, there was a level of detachment.

Kakeru looks up at Fyrann, "Not in... your dad? I heard from him 4 months ago... I was actually going to try to contact him tomorrow..." There were things about Kakeru that no one knew. Yes he worked for Brightblood, yes he was Dame's best friend and Vice versa but Kake had things to hide from even his closest friends and even.. his sibking. "Let's get back to the house."

[Fyrann Truax]

The soldier started to help Ayden to his feet, even if the kid hadn't asked of looked like he required assistance; however, as soon as they rose, Fyrann halted. "You heard from him...four months ago and--". His brows knitted together between concern and anger. How was Kakeru to know before then who his father was? But it was obviously a relief, at least for now announced by the human's heavy sigh," I haven't seen hide nor hair of my father since I was nine". He closed his lips and averted his gaze in an upset manner. "He...They were on some sort of mission. Debriefed and sent to Tokyo not long after...",his voice trailing off a moment to search for what was forming on his lips, "Orochi. Their headquarters exploded...". Fyrann was focused far too much on reflections of memories he knew too little about and it was frustrating. After a moment he cursed to himself and shook the thoughts out, knowing Ayden needed his attention. "Let's just get you home" he decided finally as he started back to their living arrangement.

[Kakeru Kun Fallen]

Ayden took Fyrann's help up and nods worried for his lover. Kakeru looks at Fyrann, "I'm sorry I didn't know. I've worked beside him a few times..." He replies kicking the ground, "None since I met you... but all of those are top secret anyway.. I couldn't tell you about them if I wanted to. I can try to call him though... arrange a meet-up." He replies. Kakeru helps Fyrann get his brother into the house. Ayden looks at them both and sighs, "I'm sorry for getting into trouble." He looks down at his wrist again looking at the odd way it was sitting, "I should wrap this." He says. It was obvious that Ayden was trying to avoid any awkward conversations about why he was outside in the opposite direction of his job. When Ayden leaves the room to go wrap his wrist Kakeru looks at Fyrann, "What do you think Ayden was doing out there?"

[Fyrann Truax]

Fyrann kept mostly to himself as he walked back with Ayden in tow, keeping his eyes on the doctor though his mind was stuck replaying what Kakeru had informed him of. He wasn't sure if he should feel angry or worried. The chance of his father still being in danger or harmed was still high...then again, the gunslinger always was more pessimistic about situations. It was almost easier that way. Ironic then how he aimed to set free every human he could from Brightblood's hands. 'What do-good am I. Here at their bloody doorstep for a while already and have yet to save a single damn soul'. Frowning a tad to himself he let the thought slip away once Ayden went to go bandage up his wrist. Fyrann looked like he wanted to help, but Kakeru interjected. "I...I don't rightfully know, but if I had to guess....it's my fault", he responded ashamed, knowing right out the gate that it was entirely his fault--so why he was trying to write it off as a possibility was unclear. Probably had to do with him already messing up once. If he did it twice, he'd be getting too messy for his own liking and end up not liking himself even more.

[Kakeru Kun Fallen]

Kakeru looks at Fyrann. He closes his eyes for a moment. Kakeru lets out a sigh, "Shit happens, Ayden is okay." He says and bites lip. "Also I'm willing to bet this is both of our fault." He says with a groan. He rubs his eyes for a moment and stretches. Ayden walks back in and smiles at the two. "Were you guys able to eat?" He asks. Kakeru looks at Fyrann he didn't know any better than Fyrann how to talk about this.

[Fyrann Truax]

"No". Truax looked away from Kakeru's heart melting blue eyes the second they met, like he was avoiding the topic he knew he'd have to discuss at some time. The Englishman allowed himself a long stare at Ayden's wrist. "Looks like you did a number on that...", he mentioned, letting an awkward silence fill the gap for a good minute before saying anything else. "Ayden...", he paused again throwing a glance to Kakeru as he tried explaining himself ,"this...this isn't what you think it is. Not quite at least". He stalled again with himself and rested a hand on the doctor's shoulder, "I love you, I'm sure you're aware. Nothing in this world can change that". He frowned to himself feeling somehow he was laying it on too thickly, and his presentation of what he was trying to say he continually fumbled over. "I need Kakeru... as much as I need you". It felt as weird as it sounded to the man, and he pulled his hand away as he strolled towards the kitchen in search of the remaining whiskey.

[Kakeru Kun Fallen]

Kakeru was as always there for Fyrann but he also had to be there for Ayden... and now himself as well. Ayden just stares up at Fyrann for a long while until the man moves away. He barely speaks when he does, "We are out of Whiskey... and Gin..." He replies quietly before sitting on the couch, "The... recoil... had enough pressure to break my wrist. It will be okay though." He then stares off at nothing for a while, "I didn't say anything... about how this makes me feel... because I don't know how it makes me feel. On one hand it feels... wrong... it hurts... on the other... it feels right, normal, and how this is supposed to be." Something dawned on Kakeru, "What he knows as an elf... is fighting with what he was taught as a human... Your society says that having more than 1 lover... more so sleeping with your lovers twin is wrong... ours... the elven society says the exact opposite, in fact normally me and B... my lover would be living here with you guys."

[Fyrann Truax]

"We are out of whiskey...and gin", sounded the doctor's soft tone. Fyrann had gotten as far as the fridge, before sudden frustration took over and he slammed his closed fist into one of the doors, leaning his forehead against the cold exterior with a clenched jaw. Like most alcoholics he didn't realize he had an issue, he just knew he wanted a way out of discussing the strange relationship the three men had with one another. Though for all the anger it gave him he held his tongue-- still listening to what both men had to say but clearly his mind was occupied with obtaining some sort of booze.

Pulling back from the refrigerator like he hadn't just struck it hard enough to shake it, the gunslinger rubbed the side of his face and sighed tiredly while taking a seat at the kitchen island. "I don't know what to bloody do...". His response was equally as quiet but there was a lot of struggling pain with it too like he was trying to keep from bawling in their presence," I don't feel like I deserve either of you in my life. I've failed both of you already...". All of this was said like they weren't holding a conversation, Fyrann stared deeply at the counter surface like it held answers to his problems. The soldier in him was trying too hard to be perfect, and he couldn't bear the fact that he had messed up. He caused the pain on Ayden's wrist, and it was his fault for not keeping the man he loved safe on three separate occasions. If he couldn't keep his word, he was worthless.

[Kakeru Kun Fallen]

Ayden walks over to Fyrann, as always he had that same smile on his face, the one that said that everything would be okay eventually. Ayden brushes Fyrann's hair back, "You are hands down the best man I have ever met." He replies quietly, "If you protect me for the rest of forever there will be a time when you are not here... and that will end so much worse than anything we have come across so far." Kakeru walks over to him and sits on the island, "Hey Fyrann, I'm pretty sure you didn't hear a damn word I said." He was worried for his friend this much was obvious. "All three of us need to work something out... technically four of us... there is another person involved but I don't want to bring them into this." Ayden looks at Kakeru shocked, "Does he know?" Kakeru nods, has for a while, we just don't talk about it cuz that works for us."

[Fyrann Truax]

Truax was pulled out of his miles away stare at the white tiling of the counter top, taking to heart what Ayden had said. The medic was getting a lot better at knowing what to say just at the right time. It made Fyrann feel not as crappy, and as a result he managed a halfway smile. "I was beginning to think there was no hope for me", he half joked, though he didn't entirely believe the humor of it and thought there was still plenty room for error. However at the last segment of the prophet of Magic's reassurance, the human frowned, his brown eyes not sure what to make of it.

Kakeru casually sat on the counter, obviously sounding a tad irked at being ignored. Fyrann heard what the older brother had said, well, at least part of it; enough to know he didn't want more fuel to the fire they were already struggling with. The prophet of Life looked up at his friend, cluelessly though he had his assumptions, and he made it clear with his slightly cold response," I'd prefer just...us three". The cross necklace he almost always wore hung around his neck, and despite serving an actual deity, Fyrann still had some beliefs of his old faith. It was very odd for him to think in terms of three, and it showed in the manner of his uncertain speech. He knew loving another man was a sin in itself, so he had that mark on his soul...and it was so far ingrained by now that he was starting to accept it for what it was. "I suppose this means we aren't leaving the apartment any time soon?", he muttered after weaving his necklace through his fingers a few times as he tried to think. "Right hot mess this is..." he stated with a groan to the two men beside himself just hoping Kakeru voiced his own opinion on the matter.