The door shut with a solid snap behind him. Siya left the throne room with hurried steps, a scowl on his lips, head down, and his stomach twisting in so many knots he thought he would be sick. Take the throne? Overthrow me by force!? They're mad! I need to find out who is behind it... One of the nobles... Someone who has spoken out before?
Siya had his mind completely taken over by other thoughts. Stress, frustrations, annoyances, older feelings he didn't want to contend with. It all boiled just under the skin, and it was everything he had not to show too much of it.
Walking without paying any attention, Siya continued his fast pace down the hall, no destination in mind particularly. His feet just carried him, taking a right turn that would automatically lead him to his study.
Shiro took a sharp breath as he deflected the oncoming attack from his instructor the wood against wood set Shiro back slightly though he moved to strike the older males side, the wood connected to the mans rib cage causing a sharp yelp to emitt from his throat, "Good Shiro, you're getting better" the man said as he stepped out of the circle in which they fought within. The protector gave a soft nod to indicate that he heard his superior and understood "Thank you sir" He muttered slightly short of breath.
Wiping the sweat that beaded along his forehead with his shirt, he sighed and moved his own frame out of the ring, "I will see you next week Shiro I expect you early" The guard gave a nod and turned to leave, he had to find the fire king now that he had been gone for several hours and he was sure the young king would be wondering where he had gotten off too.
Before he went in search for his young lord he had dropped by his own room to change into his armour, sliding of the training shirt that clung to his body from the sweat that binded the material to his chest, when he got it free from his hot skin he sighed in relief. After a few seconds of the cool air drying his skin, he proceeded to pull on his uniform and then attach his armour clipping the heavy metal into place followed by his holsters and weapons. That's better
Leaving his room while shealthing his sword he went to look for the young king, he decided to start with the boy's study and then the library. Quickly the young protector moved through the hall towards the younger males study, quietly his footsteps landed on the ground as he made his way. Soon he caught sight of the young boy and called to him "My lord!" moving into a soft jog he came up beside Siya.
At first Siya didn't hear the young protector. Or rather older protector seeing Siya was rather young himself. It wasn't until Shiro was right next to him that the young Fire King realized he had been spoken too. Glancing over briefly, Siya offered a rather forced smile before his gaze slipped back to the stone floor.
Siya kept the same pace, a rather automatic route to his study. He had been in there so much it could be considered his room. The moment he looked away, his thoughts went straight back to dealing with an uprising. How many would oppose him? How easily would they succeed? Was he ready for something like this? Probably not.
"Damn it..." he hissed to himself, suddenly halting in the hallway. His fingers curled into tight fists as he fought to remain as unemotional as possible. He was failing though. Reaching up, one hand curled into his white locks as he cursed again, "Damn it!" He let out a frustrated sort of growl after that, eyes squeezed tightly shut.
The older male nodded at the young king noting the way the boy's smile was different to his usual one, watching Siya lower his gaze back to the ground Shiro knew that something was bothering the young king but decided against saying anything to the young male as it may upset him further. Walking silently along side the smaller boy the protector was lost in his own thought of his morning and how he probably should of skipped training to be beside the man he was meant to protect.
The guard looked over at Siya as the soft words drifted through the air towards his ears and rested within his own mind, what was bothering the young male was beyond the protector but he knew it was getting to him as the boys hand moved up into his own locks of hair "Siya?" Shiro's voice was soft and barely audible as he reached out to the boy.
Softly the guard moved resting his hand on Siya's shoulder and pulled the younger male towards him "Whats wrong my lord?" He asked as his gaze fell on the kings crimson orbs, the beauty of them almost always took the older males breath away from him and even in the state the young king was in they still managed to snatch Shiro's breath away from his lungs though he made sure to show no sign of this as he awaited the other males answer.
"Shiro," Siya took a deep breath as he uttered the protectors name. With Shiro's hand on his shoulder, Siya found it hard to keep his composure. Why had Valrien asked him such a personal question? Why had he gotten under the young kings skin so easily?
Whatever the case, for some reason Siya couldn't help the tears that welled in his eyes. His breath shortened, his body shook. "W- why?" he took a deep shuddering gasp of air as he stared up at the tall Protector.
"l- I cant.." What was he trying to say? It just wasn't coming out right at all. If only he hadn't let his emotion's pile up like they had. Since the tears had started there was no stopping them now. Leaning forward, he bowed his head, one hand reaching and gripping Shiro by his arm tightly.
"Please, just stand there for a moment." The young king managed through his tear filled voice. Perhaps in a moment he would manage to tell Shiro what had happened, but not right then.
In that moment Shiro was slightly taken aback by the boy's tears, ignoring his normal way of dealing with the king when he was upset the young guard gently moved his thumbs under the boy's eyes wiping away the salty water that threatened to slide down the young males face. He stood there quietly allowing the young king to try and talk through his bubbling emotions that had seemed to just explode all at once in front of the protector.
Watching the smaller male breaking down was killing Shiro inside, after all he was meant to keep the boy alive but he also tried his hardest to keep Siya happy as well. Feeling the gentle grip on his arm pulled the older male out of his thoughts of feeling as though he had failed the younger male that stood in front of him.
Instead of just standing there as he was asked, the protector gently pulled the boy against his chest, his free arm encircling around the boy's waist. Swallowing dryly he sighed softly "It's ok Siya" He mumbled gently to the king as he rested his chin gently atop of the young males head as he held him against his chest.
It hadn't been expected. Being pulled up against his Protectors chest, an arm around his waist. The words spoken to him were like another trigger. The tears came harder, Siya's voice rose as he sobbed against Shiro, unable to hold it in anymore. "I can't! Do This! "he cried out, his voice only slightly muffled by Shiro's chest.
Siya reached up and curled one hand around his protectors neck while the other hand took a fist full of the male's armor, clinging to him.
"I'm going to be dethroned, Shiro!" Siya started, "They want a war with me! They will probably kill me! And destroy everything I have worked so hard to do with Valrien! Damn it!" Siya clutched at Shiro, sobbing and landing a bit of a frustrated punch on his chest.
Shiro froze slightly in place as he felt the young king start to cling to him his words high pitched pleas, his eyes slightly widened at the mention of the young king being dethroned, at a war starting against the small lord, Shiro's arms softly both moved around the boy's body hugging him closer to his protector, Quietly he wished that he could do more for the boy then just stand there holding him but there wasn't much he could do at that moment other then hug his small frame against his larger one.
Feeling the frustrated punch against his own chest almost made Shiro lose his temper to going after whoever made his king feel like this and ending their life, though he thought better and tried to control his temper instead just talking to the fire king instead of doing anything that he might regret, "Siya... I swear to you I will let no harm come to you unless I myself am no longer breathing" It wasn't the first time that the young male had made that promise and it most certainly wouldn't be the last as he had dedicated his life to the young king when he was given to oppotunity at his crowning.
Siya cursed continually, his voice paritally muffled against Shiro. At that point, he had lost all resonable thinking. Everything came crashing down on him then, "I've lost too much to be taken down like this! If I... Lose... Their deaths... his death will be for nothing. I can't... Shiro, help me..." Siya muttered the last part as he became light headed and dizzy. His hold on Shiro loosened and he felt an overwhelming darkness start to take over. To much work, too much stress, his body lost all strength and he collapsed.
The protector nodded slightly at the boy's outburst, his voice was high and loud as he pleaded and cried out about the people he had lost. Although the last part was muttered from the king's lips the guard still managed to hear it and respond, moving swiftly as the young male started to crumble "Siya" Shiro's voice was low as he lowered the smaller males body down to the ground as he held his little frame in his arms "Siya wake up" The guard pleaded as he gently shook the boy, he felt utterly useless at that point like he had failed the boy, he couldn't even stop the king from collapsing on him, "Siya" Shiro repeated and rested the younger male's body against himself "I'm right here, come back to me I'm going to help you I promise" not sure if he could carry through with the promise Shiro just sat there trying to make sense of the situation that was happening before his very eyes.
Someone is calling... the slight drop from consciousness had Siya feeling like he had been dreaming for hours. How long had he been asleep? Was it even sleeping? He couldn't tell. Hell, when was the last time he had actually had a full nights sleep?
It was laughable to think he'd gotten a full nights sleep. As the voice called his name again, his gaze slowly peeled open, languid and not quite there. He gave a moaning groan, shifting against whomever held him. Siya didn't want to wake up, he wanted nothing more than to sleep.
Hell, he couldn't even really move, so what was the point. "Sleep..." he moaned, sounding more like the child he looked like than a King.
The protector wasted no time in moving the king softly into his arms and pulling him against his chest as he lifted the boy from the ground and rose to his own feet. He swallowed softly as he held the young king in his arms as though he was a bride being carried over the thresh hold of a house, smiling lightly at his own thought he spoke to the boy with a gentle tone to keep him calm as he started to walk towards the boy's quarters rather then his study "I know my lord, just wait till we get to your room, stay awake with me til then, tell me a story while we walk" He offered.
To Shiro this wasn't for his entertainment, it was rather him making sure that the young king was alright to fall asleep again, to make sure there was no reason to worry if the younger male went into a soft slumber. His heart was thumping heavily against his own chest as he walked the halls of the large home that they both lived within towards his king's room.
The question, normally strange to Siya, right then it prompted words that he didn't think he would ever utter to anyone, "Reimrand was nothing but a wasteland. We went because Valrien needed us," he wasn't sure if he was making sense, but at that moment he really didn't care because his thoughts were elsewhere, "His brother tried to kill us many times. He almost succeeded quite a few times."
Tears started again, "Renard was everything to me. Beautiful, strong, dedicated. Too dedicated. He put my life ahead of his. And it cost him. Cost us both. He died in Reimrand. Valrien's brother succeeded in what he was trying to do. Renard died... Killed in front of me..." Siya said, his fingers reaching and gripping tightly onto Shiro, "Don't you dare do the same thing," Siya ordered, his voice taking on a different tone through his crying.
The young protector was quiet as the young king told the first part of his story, it didn't really make much sense to the protector but he listened anyway, he was just glad that the king was able to remember and say the story. As the guard carried the boy past each doorway the story got deeper in meaning and Shiro found himself paying full attention to each word that dropped from the other's lips. Not too long after the boy had started his story did they reach the main hall, Shiro knew the home like the back of his hand and found himself taking the longer route in order to hear more of the king's words as if there was something further that he hadn't been told yet.
As the tears started to dampen the young king's cheeks the older male stopped in his tracks and looked down at the younger boy, they way he spoke about the man he had loved and probably still loves made the guard's stomach turn and twist, it wasn't the fact that the story made him feel sick but rather that the story made him upset. Shiro had known about the young king's lover that had been killed but he'd never heard the actual story and it made him feel as though he couldn't even help the young boy through that.
Feeling the other's hands gripping onto the older male he looked into the young male's crimson orbs that were filled with the tears that pained the protector to see. His king's voice cut through his thoughts of just hushing him til they got to the boy's room where the protector could hold the younger boy close as he tried to explain that everything was going to be ok but the tone in Siya's voice had gotten rid of those ideas and replaced them with new ones "I'm not going to leave you, not like that." he had said "Not in anyway" he added as an after thought "I swear" The older male's blue hues searched the boy's face for a sign that he'd heard him as he started walking again towards the room "Let's get you to bed" He whispered.
Siya clenched his eyes shut tightly. Pulling his lower lip into his mouth, he nodded his head as Shiro spoke to him, reassuring him. Shifting around in Shiro's grip, he snaked on arm up around the protector's neck and buried his face into the man's armor. All he wanted right then was to sleep. He hadn't wanted to let the deep emotions rise and take over, but it couldn't be helped. The stress was getting to him. There was too much of it and he didn't know if he could handle much more.
But he had to.
Otherwise, he would lose the throne. He would lose his protectors that he gained then. He would lose everything he'd worked so hard for. Taking a deep breath he forced his mind to go clear. Siya didn't want to think about anything anymore. He let the gentle sway of his body as Shiro walked down the hall slowly lull him to sleep. He was far too tired, far too upset to even fight the darkness. So, the young King let it sweep him away.
If he could... He'd probably sleep forever.
But he had things to do. He couldn't sleep yet. Not yet...