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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Graphic_Depictions_Of_Violence, Major_Character_Death, Rape/Non-Con,
      Underage
  Category:
      Gen, M/M
  Fandom:
      K_(Anime), Gangsta._(Manga)
  Relationship:
      Isana_Yashiro/Yatogami_Kurou, Adolf_K._Weismann/Yatogami_Kurou, Adolf_K.
      Weismann_&_Neko, Isana_Yashiro_&_Neko, Adolf_K._Weismann/oc, Adolf_K.
      Weismann_&_oc, Adolf_K._Weismann_&_Kushina_Anna, Adolf_K._Weismann_&_Alex
      Benedetto, Adolf_K._Weismann_&_Kusanagi_Izumo, Adolf_K._Weismann_&
      Klaudia_Weismann, Adolf_K._Weismann/Tatara_Totsuka
  Character:
      Adolf_K._Weismann, Neko_(K), Yatogami_Kurou, Klaudia_Weismann, Alex
      Benedetto, Isana_Yashiro, Josepha_M._Weismann_(oc), Berthold_C._Weismann_
      (oc), Gunther_Adlersflugel(oc), Kusanagi_Izumo, Kushina_Anna
  Additional Tags:
      Crossovers_&_Fandom_Fusions, Past_Underage_Sex, Underage_Smoking, Non-
      Consensual, Rape, Rape_Aftermath, Sexual_Violence, Violence, Violent_Sex,
      Depression, Suicide_Attempt, Suicidal_Thoughts, Gay_Sex, Gay_Male
      Character, Graphic_Description, Vomiting
  Stats:
      Published: 2016-04-03 Updated: 2016-07-07 Chapters: 3/? Words: 4212
****** Neverending Nightmares ******
by ArgentumPhilosophus
Summary
     Adolf K. Weismann is known not only for his genius, but also for his
     bright, warm smile and cheery disposition. Loved by his clansmen, the
     former Immortal King has settled nicely into his new life with his
     self-made family. What isn't widely known, however, is that the
     king's smile is but a mask, and horrors he'd kept suppressed for
     years are starting to break it. What will his first two clansmen see
     when the mask finally shatters? Will the painful memories, the
     nightmares that plague him nightly break their king?
     [Set post-second season, includes a slight crossover *Alex Benedetto
     is from Gangsta, but I roleplay on tumblr with a sweet Alex who has a
     K verse where she's a Silver and a strain, and serves as Adi's right
     hand*, ocs and buildup to AdiKuroh. Based off of my own headcanons on
     my rp blog, plus shared headcanons and interactions with my favorite
     partners. Enjoy!]
Notes
     *PLEASE NOTE THAT THE CONTENT OF THIS STORY IS VERY VIOLENT, VERY
     TRIGGERING AND HAS THE POTENTIAL TO GIVE YOU NIGHTMARES, THERE IS A
     REASON THAT IT'S NAMED AFTER THE PSYCHOLOGICAL HORROR VIDEO GAME!
     PLEASE DO NOT READ THIS FAN-FICTION IF YOU ARE HEAVILY TRIGGERED BY
     ANY OF THE SENSITIVE TOPIC MATERIAL STATED IN THE TAGS!! BE SAFE AND
     PROCEED WITH CAUTION.*
     If you've got a stomach of iron, please turn off the lights and
     enjoy.
     {None of the characters belong to me, and this rendition of Alex
     Benedetto belongs to my dear reginaiism on tumblr. I apologize for
     the short prologue, I might go back and fix it.}
***** Prologue; A Fear of Slumber *****
“Shiro, you need to sleep…” a gentle, beautiful voice rang out in the cool
evening air, along with the soft padding of her feet against the cement of the
balcony outside the Silver Clan’s small dorm room. A delicate, ebony hand
reached up to rest on the king’s shoulder. Slowly, Adolf’s head turned, tired
silver eyes meeting concerned cyan. There were rings under his eyes, his skin
even paler than usual. He’d avoided sleep ever since he’d returned to his clan
six days before, and the king’s right hand was worried .
 “Alex, you know why I don’t want to...I can’t..What if I scream, I can’t let
them hear…They’d wake up... ” Adolf replied, his voice hoarse with exhaustion.
He didn’t want Neko, or Kuroh to see how weak their king truly was. He wanted
to keep up the facade of strength and cheer as long as humanly possible. “
Please, Shiro. They’re starting to notice that you’re tired...I know you’re
scared of the nightmares, but you have to rest, you can’t go on like this. You
know I’ll be right next to you... ”The strain replied, gently rubbing the
elder’s back. Alex Benedetto was a strain that Adolf had picked up in Europe
during his year with the Lieutenant with the power to heal, and cast a powerful
shield with her angelic singing voice. It was her that the professor trusted
with his secrets, and just about everything else. She was his right hand, and
the only one who knew the full extent of Adolf’s fears, his mental problems,
and his horrid history. When the king returned in his new body, they’d
purchased a bigger bed for the small dorm room so his whole clan could fit
comfortably in a bed together (as Neko and Alex preferred to sleep at their
king’s side, there was no room for a second bed, and Adolf refused to let Kuroh
sleep on the floor despite his protests).This was a blessing, in a way, because
in their usual positions, Alex was close to the king in case of a nightmare,
where she’d need to remove him from sight until his perturbation eased.
Extinguishing the cigarette he’d been smoking on the balcony ledge, the king
finally acquiesced to his songbird’s supplications, allowing the curvaceous
woman to lead him inside, shutting the glass door behind them. Kuroh and Neko
had already fallen asleep, their forms rising and falling with their slumbering
breaths. Adolf gazed in longing at the obsidian haired male sleeping
peacefully, Alex shooting the king a sad look; She naturally knew of her king’s
woes on that situation. The German only smiled, patting her head gently,
messing up her dark locks slightly. The two slid into bed, the king situated in
between Alex and Neko (as the latter preferred to sleep beside ‘her Shiro’).
Slender, dark fingers running through Adolf’s silver locks soon soothed him to
sleep, but not without the anxiety he felt of nightmares he was sure were soon
to come...
***** Abandoned by God *****
Chapter Summary
     The Silver King drifts off to sleep, but instead of dreaming pleasant
     dreams, Adolf is thrown into his worst nightmare. Many years ago,
     life as he'd known it had been shattered. The memories still haunt
     him, torture him until he breaks. It is times like this, when Adolf
     needs his right hand's support more than anything...
Chapter Notes
     *PLEASE NOTE THAT THE CONTENT OF THIS STORY IS VERY VIOLENT, VERY
     TRIGGERING AND HAS THE POTENTIAL TO GIVE YOU NIGHTMARES, THERE IS A
     REASON THAT IT'S NAMED AFTER THE PSYCHOLOGICAL HORROR VIDEO GAME!
     PLEASE DO NOT READ THIS FAN-FICTION IF YOU ARE HEAVILY TRIGGERED BY
     ANY OF THE SENSITIVE TOPIC MATERIAL STATED IN THE TAGS!! BE SAFE AND
     PROCEED WITH CAUTION. THIS CHAPTER IN PARTICULAR HAS AN ABUNDANCE OF
     TRIGGERING CONTENT, INCLUDING RAPE, VIOLENCE, BLOOD, VOMIT, IMPLIED
     SUICIDAL THOUGHTS, CHILD ABUSE AND CHILD RAPE. AGAIN, PLEASE CONTINUE
     WITH CAUTION.*
     If you've got a stomach of iron, please turn off the lights and
     enjoy.
     {None of the characters belong to me. Another pretty short chapter,
     but I might come back and tweak this one too. I hope to make the next
     chapters longer, but I'm glad to finally finish this one!}
It had been a quiet night in the Weismann household; young Adolf had been
seated on his mother, Josepha's lap on an aged, wooden rocking chair,
entertained by the child’s older best friend, Gunther, who was waving a small
stuffed dog in front of him and making little barking sounds, which amused the
silver-locked little boy to no end. Klaudia was playing a game of chess on the
floor with the father of the two, Berthold. The children weren’t all that old
at the time, Adolf was only seven, Klaudia ten and Gunther twelve. A sharp
knock on the front door stopped all five of them instantly. Adolf’s parents had
given each other confused looks, as neither adult had been expecting company
that night other than Gunther, and he was right in front of the snowy haired
Weismann matron, holding little Adolf’s hand, the latter seeming slightly
unnerved by the sudden change. “I’ll get it, Josepha. Stay with the children.”
Berthold finally spoke up, his deep, soothing voice calming Adolf slightly.
Crystal blue eyes had looked up into the beautiful rubies of his wife’s as he
rose from the floor, his footfalls loud, but somehow reassuring to the children
as he left to see who could possibly be calling on them at such an hour. They
believed if there was any threat behind the thick, wooden front door; it
couldn’t possibly get past a large, sturdy man like Berthold Weismann, not
ever. Ten, tense seconds passed before the door opened, and voices could be
heard. Suddenly, a loud bang can be heard, along with a yowl of pain from
Mr.Weismann and heavy liquid splattering against the walls and the floors.
Josepha bristled slightly, holding Adolf close to her in fear, Klaudia shaking
with fear on the floor, her baby-blue eyes watering. The silver-haired little
boy in question turned to Gunther, his silvery eyes wide with panic. “Gunther,
take Klaudia and get out of here!” Adolf ordered, but the elder boy shook his
head, golden curls bouncing with the moment. “No, Adi!! I won’t leave you
here!! I’m staying to protect you!” he protested stubbornly, refusing to leave
the little boy to the wolves. “Please, Gunther! Klaudia needs you right now,
protect her! Get her out of here, bring her to my grandfather!!!” Adolf pleaded
with the elder boy. Gunther shook his head, as the mayhem in the front room
continued. “But I can’t, I can’t leave you!!” he replied, his voice cracking.
“GO, GET OUT OF HERE! PLEASE!! YOU HAVE TO SAVE KLAUDIA” little Adolf shouted,
spurring Gunther on. The eldest of the children quickly picked the shivering
Klaudia up off the floor, tears welling up in the crystal blue eyes of the
twelve year old as he threw the eldest of the Weismann children over his
shoulder and ran off. They poured down his cheeks as Klaudia screamed for her
mother and little brother, and he quickly jumped out the window, carrying the
crying little girl away from the brutality behind them. Josepha, as if snapped
out of a trance, quickly rose from the couch with little Adolf in her arms in
an attempt to flee as well, but this attempt was thwarted quickly. Berthold’s
assailants; two bulky men with hideous, dark mustaches and beady eyes burst
into the sitting room, pulling out a pistol and shooting at Josepha’s left
ankle, which spurted bright red blood soon after. The snowette screeched in
agony, falling to the floor with Adolf.
 
“Mother, Mother!!” Adolf cried as Josepha shuddered in pain on the floor,
entrapped in her embrace. The smaller of the two stepped forward, yanking the
injured woman away from her son as she yelped in pain. “Mother!” Adolf cried as
he tried to go after her, but the bigger of the two had come up behind him and
roughly shoved the little boy down onto the floor, his tiny face smashing into
the floorboards with a painful crack, chipping one of his front teeth and
cutting his lip. Blood oozed from the wound as the man continued to viciously
beat the tiny boy, forcing him to watch his comrade assault Josepha. Adolf
watched in terror as a sharp blade tore into both his mother’s clothing and
flesh, causing the woman to scream in agony. Blood splattered onto the floor
from both victims, desperately trying to reach for each other. Mrs.Weismann
wailed in pain as her rapist forced himself inside her, violently grabbing,
stabbing and beating her as she sobbed and screamed. Adolf couldn't quite
understand what that monster was doing to his mother, but he knew she was in
pain, and it horrified him. His vision was blurring slightly from the pain he
was enduring, not even being able to tell anymore whether the man was beating
or stabbing him. The small boy felt a wave of cold hit him as his shredded
clothes were torn from his battered body, and the man rose from the ground and
stepped towards the fireplace. Adolf didn't realize what was happening until he
heard his mother plead with the man not to hurt him. Adi screamed in agony as
he felt the poker from the fireplace, red hot from exposure to the flames, come
into contact with his skin. The little boy writhed on the floor as he was
repeatedly burnt by his assailant, and it felt like forever before he finally
stopped. Adolf's silver, tear filled eyes started to blur again as he heard his
mother scream.
“PLEASE, I BEG YOU, DON'T!!! HE'S ONLY A LITTLE BOY, PLEASE!!!” she begged as
little Adolf registered a metallic sound coming from behind him. He had no idea
what it was, but he knew it had to be worse than the torture he'd endured thus
far from the sound of his mothers frantic pleas. In an instant, what was left
of Adolf's innocence was mercilessly, callously ripped from him; Adolf's eyes
shot open and he howled in anguish as he felt something large force it's way
inside of him from behind and his groin was savagely groped by his rapist.
Adolf sobbed and wailed in pain as the assault continued, blood further
staining the floor beneath him. The little boy watched as the wooden beads of
his mother's rosary, saturated in her blood clattered to the floor and tears
ran down her pale, bloodied, bruised face.
“Why has God abandoned us?!”
----
Adolf shot up in bed, biting his tongue to stop himself from screaming. Panting
heavily, he looked over at his three clansmen to check and see if they were
still asleep, and much to his relief, they were, soundly. Careful not to jar
any of them, the king slowly crawled out of bed vertically, cautiously placing
both feet on the ground and rising slowly from the mattress to prevent as much
creaking from the bed springs as possible. Adolf carefully tiptoed across the
room and into the bathroom, collapsing in front of the toilet and promptly,
violently vomited into it. Tears ran down his cheeks as the stream of sickness
stained the white, porcelain bowl, and he broke into a cold sweat. It hadn't
taken long after for his mother to succumb to her wounds. At the last minute,
Berthold had managed to use what was left of his life to shoot down the
monsters, then crawl over to his dying wife, and traumatized son. Josepha had
crawled over to Adolf, holding the shocked and battered seven year old close to
her and Berthold as the two of them laid dying in a pool of their own blood.
They'd asked him to take good of his sister, and the small boy had promised to
keep her safe and loved. By the time Adolf's grandfather arrived, his son-in-
law and his daughter had already passed on, his traumatized grandson still
cradled in his mother's arms. Little Adolf hadn't spoken to anyone for almost a
year after that, the two Weismann siblings having moved in with their Uncle
Abraham, Josepha's brother, and their elder cousins. Just remembering that
night from Hell made the German sick, made him hate himself so much. He would
have considered right there and then, to finally end his suffering, had he not
suddenly felt a pair of warm, soothing hands pull his silvery locks away from
his face. 
"Shiro, I'm so sorry. It was that nightmare again, wasn't it?" Alex whispered,
her voice heavy with sadness. Adolf nodded before another wave of nausea hit
him, another stream of sickness spewing into the toilet. The buxom woman
pressed her face against his neck, fighting tears. She knew about what he'd
dreamed already, he'd told her long ago of the night his parents, and his
innocence had been cruelly stolen away from him. "Is there anything I can do?"
she asked as his vomiting finally stopped. Adolf shook his head, and Alex
helped him off the floor and to the sink. Picking up a washcloth and wetting it
with warm water, the beauty started to gently wash the sickness, sweat and
tears from his face as he washed his hands, the king shivering as he tried to
relax. "Alex, I can't take it anymore. I just want it to be over." he shakily
told her, breaking the silence. Alex put down the washcloth and wrapped her
arms around her king's waist. 
"Shiro, oh Shiro...Don't talk like that. I need you, we need you... Neko,
imagine how heartbroken she'd be if she lost you...Please, you're all we have,
all I have. And Kuroh...You should have seen him when your soul left that boy's
body, when we thought you'd died for good...Shiro, please don't think like
that." she gently said to Adolf as she lead him back to bed. Settling down once
more, Alex pressed a soft kiss to her best friend's forehead, running dark
fingers through his hair again. "Shh now, try to go back to sleep..." she
murmured, trying her best to soothe the king. She began to hum a soft lullaby,
praying that this time, his dreams would be beautiful, happy ones.
"As the evening fast approaches, And I pray for you And the night ahead... I
wish only the very best for you, As I lay you down to bed..."
 
***** Dreams of Paradise Part One; First Dream and Revelations *****
Chapter Summary
     Adolf dreams of a life he longs for, but cannot have. Fear rules his
     being, of a curse he believes already took two lives. Unable to cope,
     he takes drastic measures. Alex tries her best to soothe her kings
     woes, but will it work? What else will we learn about the Silver King
     in this chapter? Continue to find out more about the king, his
     clansmen and a secret romance between two clans!
Chapter Notes
     Wow! Long time no update! This chapter took me awhile due to
     insecurity and lack of muse, but it's finally met my standards! A
     quick shout out to the story's first comment, sent in by jeliared3! I
     was over the moon when I first read it, and wanted to personally
     thank this person for such a sweet comment! It truly made me so happy
     when I received it, as I am honestly inseccure about my writing
     sometimes, especially with descriptions, and it was so reassuring to
     hear that my work is well received so far! So here's to you,
     jeliared3! Your kind words helped me finish the chapter! Sorry it's
     so short again, they always look so much longer in the document....
     Here's to hoping the next one isn't a short one!
     WARNING, BLOOD AND SELF HARM TRIGGERS AHEAD. READ AT YOUR OWN
     DISCRETION, I DO NOT WANT TO MAKE ANYONE UNCOMFORTABLE, SO PLEASE
     PLEASE PLEASE TURN BACK IF YOU HAVE THOSE TRIGGERS. THANK YOU.
     If you're in the clear, please enjoy!
Warm rays of sunlight caressed the king’s cheek, gently urging silvery eyes
open to greet what seemed to be a new day. The first thing Adolf noted, was
that the walls weren’t the colorful, digitally enhanced ones of the Silvers’
tiny dorm room at the high school island; they were the cream, forget-me-not
dotted wallpaper that decorated the master bedroom in the home in Prague, the
one that Alex had chosen from a catalogue as it was being renovated. The
second, was that there was a warm, mobile weight on his chest, a person, and
his arms were around them. When the king looked down, it took everything in him
not to cry with pure  joy ; it was Kuroh, the young man who’d been his
protector when he’d lost his memories and had been framed by a monster who’d
devastated so many lives and stole his body, the man who Adolf had fallen
absolutely in love  with...and here he was, nestled contently, safely in his
king’s arms, shoulders rising and falling with each slumbering breath, head
laid over the heart that wholly belonged to him.
God, Kuroh looked so  beautiful ; his long, obsidian locks had been let loose
from his ponytail, spread across his back and over his shoulders. His porcelain
skin glowed in the morning light, looking almost the same shade as Adolf’s much
paler  complexion. Dressed only in what seemed to be a peachy colored silk top-
and-shorts pajama set adorned with lace details (possibly purchased to appeal
to the king’s taste for pretty men in women’s clothing), Kuroh was a vision of
beauty. His gaze continuing to scan over his love, he noticed something that
made his heart nearly leap out of his chest with gleeful surprise; on each of
their left ring fingers sat wedding bands, Kuroh’s adorned with shimmering
diamonds and Adolf’s pure silver. They were  married , he was actually married
to  Kuroh . Adolf absentmindedly ran his fingers through silky strands of black
hair, which seemed to bring his beloved wife out of slumber, Kuroh’s sparkling
blue eyes slowly fixing upon the elder man.
 
“You’re up earlier than usual, is something wrong?” Kuroh inquired, voice
slightly hoarse, lithe fingers gently smoothing silvery locks of hair from his
husband’s face, his own beautiful features contorted into a look of concern.
The king could only chuckle, leaning up slightly and pulling Kuroh further up,
pressing a soft kiss to his forehead, arms resting around his darling’s waist.
“How, my beautiful Mrs.Weismann, could anything possibly be wrong when I have
you in my arms?” he asked playfully, kissing the same spot again before his
wife raised an eyebrow, gently flicking his husband’s forehead. “I have told
you time and time again; I already let you get away with calling me your wife,
but I draw the line at ‘Mrs.’.” he replied, but before anything else could be
said, the king captured his Kuroh’s lips in a  sweet , yet  needy  kiss. The
feeling of the knight’s lips moving against his own felt even better than
flying, overwhelming euphoria coursing through his veins. The second they
parted, Adolf gently stroked Kuroh’s cheek. “You’re beautiful, Kuroh...I love
you so much…” he murmured,smiling brightly when Kuroh kissed his forehead. “I
love you too, more than anything.” the knight replied. Everything was perfect,
so  perfect …
 
And then it ended. The king opened his eyes, truly this time, to Neko’s face
looming over him, smile bright and cheerful.  “ Shiro! Shiro, it’s morning!
Kurosuke and Ally made breakfast! ” the strain chirped, hopping out of bed as
Adolf sat up, offering Neko a small smile.  “ Okay, I’ll be there in a second.
”  he replied as he gently patted her head, Neko purring happily before
bounding over to their small table, bouncing up and down with joy as Alex and
Kuroh set the food on the table. The professor hid his sadness well, slipping
out of bed to join his family. The only one who didn’t even seem close to
fooled was Alex, who knew her king too well for him to be able to hide anything
from her, her eyes wandering to him every so once and awhile as the Silver Clan
enjoyed their breakfast, Kuroh and Neko already getting into a small quarrel
over the feline’s enduring lack of table manners, her nightgown lightly
speckled with grains of rice. Within the hour; Kuroh had left to do the grocery
shopping for the week (as feeding four people, one of which was near constantly
hungry was rather difficult), Neko had changed (thankfully the king’s right
hand had convinced her to do so in the bathroom this time) into her uniform and
headed off to class, Alex was cleaning the mess from breakfast and Adolf was in
the shower, as on most days, his lessons didn’t start until ten thirty. Sitting
on the floor of the shower, the king had curled up into a ball, hugging his
knees to his chest as he cried silently, his shoulders shaking, having been
clean for the past ten minutes. The bittersweet dream had practically ripped
his heart right out of his chest. So  beautiful , it had been so  beautiful ;
what the king wanted more than  anything , but could  never  have, he didn’t
deserve to be with someone so  pure , and  perfect  like Kuroh. And besides
that, being with the king could cost the knight his life. Thanks to the
terrible luck that seemed to radiate from him, Adolf had already lost two
lovers; his darling Gunther seven decades ago, and the lover no one save Anna
and Alex knew he’d had, Tatara Totsuka. The very man who’d been assassinated
that fateful December well over a year ago, the event that had instigated the
Ashinaka Island Incident. Once the Silver King had regained his memories, and
realized he’d lost  another  lover, his heart had shattered once more, having
spent the weeks after crying near-non-stop. When he realized that he was
falling in love with Kuroh, he’d vowed to  never  act upon it, to  spare Kuroh
from suffering the same fate as his two previous loves. Looking up through
saturated locks of silver hair, the king’s eyes fixed on a razor blade, one
that had been effectively  concealed  under his two hundred dollar bottle of
body wash in the shower caddy. Adolf reached up with a long, pale arm, pulling
the razor from it’s hiding place, examining it closer as he debated on
distracting himself from the emotional pain with physical pain and fear. Sharp
metal had just barely sliced through the king’s skin when he was interrupted by
the soft, melodious voice of his right hand and confidant.
 
“Shiro, it’s just the two of us now...Won’t you tell me what’s wrong? You
seemed so unhappy at breakfast…” she said, her eyes widening when she heard the
telltale, metallic ‘plink’ of a razor being dropped on the bathroom tiles.
“Shiro!!” she exclaimed, bursting into the room in a panic, pulling the curtain
back to see her king sitting on the shower floor, blood oozing from a fresh cut
over the veins in his left wrist, gazing up at her with startled silver eyes,
bloodshot from crying. “A-Alex!” was all the king could choke out as she
grabbed his uninjured wrist, not caring about his state of undress, as she
pulled him from the shower. The sight of her king deliberately hurting himself
was something she simply couldn’t ignore. Pulling the dripping elder onto a
chair in the tiny bathroom, Alex wrapped a towel around Adolf to afford the man
some dignity, placing her scarf over his eyes to prevent him from seeing the
blood before pulling the first aid kit from the cabinet. Keeping her eyes
lowered, she set to work on tending to the self inflicted wound. After a few
tense moments of silence, the strain gently squeezed her king’s fingers.
 
“...Why, Shiro? What happened, to drive you to  this ? Did you have another
nightmare? Please, tell me what’s wrong...” the strain pleaded softly, her
heart aching from seeing her king, her savior, the only family she had in so
much emotional agony that he’d use his hemophobia to distract from it. Another
moment passed in silence before the king spoke up.
 
“It wasn’t...It wasn’t a nightmare, not at all. It was a good dream, so
beautiful...But it’s just that; a dream...Gott, Ally...He and I...We were
married, Ally...We were married.” he replied, choking on the last few words
before tears slipped past the silver and purple material of Alex’s scarf. Alex
wrapped her arms around the elder, squeezing him tightly. No wonder he was in
so much pain. Alex knew, she knew how much her king wanted to be with their
clansman, with  Kuroh . How much he believed he didn’t deserve to be with the
knight, how  afraid  something bad would happen to him if he ever acted upon
those feelings. He felt old, unworthy and perverted for falling for Kuroh.
“I’m so sorry, Shiro. If only you’d told me sooner….” Alex replied, kissing her
king’s cheek. The strain felt guilty for not realizing her king’s deep distress
sooner. Gently patting her head, Adolf stood to get dressed, Alex taking the
hint to step out for a moment. The dark skinned woman looked down when she felt
something furry rub against her heel; it was Gumdrop, the kitten that had
belonged to her king’s deceased lover, Tatara Totsuka. Ever since he’d regained
his memories, he’d been caring for the little tabby, the only  physical  piece
he had left of the second man he’d ever loved. The rest was only film and
pictures saved to his private database, nothing he could hold in his hands that
would bring him back to the happy time he’d spent with the red clansman. Neko
was the only other of the three of them (save herself) that knew of the
kitten’s true origins, as the younger strain herself had not originally been
honest about her relationship to their king. Apparently, the two had found each
other much sooner, so Neko had gotten to know Tatara, and Gumdrop early on.
Neko had forged some of the memories she’d initially revealed to the elder, so
he wouldn’t have to deal with the death of his lover so soon, while there were
so many people after him, while he had  no idea  who he was. It had torn the
king apart, when his true memories, of Tatara  and  Neko had resurfaced. The
first thing he did when he regenerated was demand that the late Gold King
retrieve little Gumdrop. Ever since, the kitten rarely ever left Adolf’s side,
the only physical attachment  she  had left of her owner. Since Tatara had been
cremated, there was no grave to visit, nothing tangible for either of them save
each other. Alex didn’t hesitate to pick up the anxious kitten, who the strain
could tell had sensed the king’s pain. The woman tried to soothe the kitten the
best she could, but nothing seemed to work.
 
“There there, Gumdrop. He’s okay, really…” she cooed to no avail, but
thankfully the second Adolf exited the bathroom, fully clothed, the kitten had
leapt into whom she considered her other owner’s arms. The king was quick to
cuddle the kitten, gently reassuring her. “Hi there... I’m alright, little one.
I promise. Would you like to come with me?” he asked gently, to which the
kitten mewed happily. “Wait, Shiro! Are you sure-!” Alex interjected worriedly,
but was interrupted by another gentle pat to the head. The king chuckled softly
as the kitten perched on his shoulder, briefcase in hand. “Don’t worry, Ally!
Everything will be fine! You’ll see!” the king replied with what Alex knew now
to be false cheer.
 
She knew better, that the king’s day would not go well, in his emotional state.
Concealed kitten or not, Alex knew her king would be unwell in the hours to
come.
 
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