A/n: no offensive comments. I just got my phone and read all of your comments and i'm a bit disappointed. Please don't start a fight for some unnecessary reasons.

❝ 𝙷𝚎𝚑, 𝙸'𝚖 𝚐𝚕𝚊𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚒𝚝'𝚜 𝚢𝚘𝚞. ❞

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"Being alive is the best thing. Don't waste it."

(Eye colour) eyes flatter open as her vision is greeted by the ceiling. Her body still feels exhausted, but she can breathe normally now.

She notices a pair of arms wrap around her shoulder and under her knees, and finally realises that she's been carrying in a bridal style. She looks at the owner of those strong arms, and she almost jump.

"Don't move too much." The desert cane mutters as he glances down at her. "Unless you want to fall." He adds nonchalantly.

(Name) finds herself speechless. Her heart beat has gotten faster, and she can feel her cheeks burn.

"I... think I can walk by myself now," she mutters hesitantly as Orter halts his steps. "Is that so?" He asks, and (name) nods her head, expecting him to put her down.

However, instead of that, he continues his walk. "You're always lying. I won't buy it again." He murmurs blankly.

She deadpans and lets out a sigh. She's too tired to argue with him. She softens her eyes as she stares at nothing, before she parts her lips.

"Thank you for beating that clown," she murmurs, her voice barely above a whisper, but due to their closeness, Orter manages to catch those six words.

He hums in response before his halts his steps. He gently put her down, but when she tries to get up, he pushes her back.

"Don't get up. You still need to recover." He says firmly. "You used too much blood. Don't step into the fight against the first brother until Ryoh arrives."

He then takes out an item that she fails to get a look at. But when he put it on her neck with a gentle click sound of the golden chain, her breath hitches.

The capsule falls to her cleavage for a second before she takes it in her hand. Opening the capsule, a familiar picture greets her.

Orter hears her inhale sharply. He then stands up, turning his back on her before starting his way to the fight Rayne and Finn are in.

"I won't look back," he mutters as he pauses his steps. "So don't hold your tears. Cry all you want."

Those sentences are enough to break the dam she created years ago. Muffled sobs escape her lips as she brings the locket to her lips, kissing it gently as tears stream down her pale cheeks.

"Fabian... Flynn..." she whispers between sobs, her eyes shut tight as more tears escape them.

Orter hears her cry. But as he promises, he doesn't look back to her. He knows that she always put up a front whenever she's with anyone. But Ryoh seems to be excluded. It is understandable, since he is the closest human being to the crimson cane.

(Name) hates to look weak in front of others. For some reason.

And for some odd reason, his mind travels back to two years ago, where he met that one strange kid.

As usual, he was on another patrol when the boy with crimson eyes tugged on his sleeve, stopping him from his work.

He looked at the kid silently, waiting for him to say something. The crimson eyes that matched the colour of the blood stared into his amber ones as he felt himself frowning.

"...do you need somethi-"

"Can you spare me your time for a bit?" The kid asked, cutting him off. "Just a bit." He repeated.

His tone was eerily calm, blank, empty. As if he was a talking corpse. However, he nodded his head nonetheless.

The kid pulled him to an empty alley, only one or two people walked past it from time to time. He wondered if the kid was planning to kill him or anything, and it didn't surprise him since he was a divine visionary.

But those crimson eyes just stared at him. For the whole five minutes.

"...what are you doing, actually?" He asked, he really hoped the kid didn't try to kill him with his stare.

The kid finally released his sleeve before shaking his head. "It's nothing," he muttered. "Strange things happen. And you're an odd one."

Orter found himself thinking that the kid was talking to himself instead of him.

Sighing, he pushes his glasses back to the bridge of his nose. "What kind of odd, exactly?" He asked.

The red-eyed kid then pointed his index finger at a random stranger who passed the alley. "That man..." Orter followed his gaze and saw a man with a straight magic mark under his chin. "Will be a cream puff baker in the future. And that girl," he moves his finger at a two blue-haired siblings.

The older brother wore an earring that ended with a planet-shaped decoration that matched his hair and eyes, and Orter noticed that he was a double-liner.

"...will be losing her mark-NOT YET! DON'T TAKE HER-" The red-eyed kid grabbed his shoulder dumbfoundedly as the desert cane was about to approach the two siblings, his wand in his hand.

After succeeding in stopping Orter from getting the innocent girl, the red-eyed kid sighed. Orter stared at him as his mind pondered his theory;

"You're a foresighter." He concluded, and the kid nodded his head, confirming his theory. "And why are you telling me this?" He asked, raising an eyebrow.

The kid flashed him a smile, that he'd thought that it was impossible since he looked like a walking corpse.

"I'm Flynn Prudence," he introduced himself as Orter's eyebrows lifted. "A Prudence..." he murmured. "So you can..."

Flynn nodded his head. "Yes. I can see people's future." He admitted. Orter hummed as he adjusted his glasses. "Then what's so strange about it?" He asked, not getting a hold on this situation.

"The strange thing is, I can see their future just at the first glance." Orter raised an eyebrow. "But when I lay my eyes on you, I see nothing."

Oh.

He lowered his gaze as he sighed internally. "So I'm going to die?" That question sounded more like a confirmation.

Honestly, he didn't feel upset at all. Humans are meant to die, after all. And he's a human too.

That news was just unamusing to him. To know that he wouldn't have a future, who would be delighted to know that? Plus, he still didn't get along well with Wirth-

"No, you're not."

"Huh?" Orter blinked his eyes as he tilted his head to the side.

Flynn chuckled as he shook his head. "Don't jump into conclusion yet," he offered him a smile. "If you're going to die, I would've seen your grave."

That made him even more confused. "Then why....?" He mumbled, expecting an answer.

But all he received was an offer for a book.

"It not strange anymore," Flynn chuckled to himself. "Sorry for wasting your time. How about I make it up to you?" He offered. "I'm currently writing a book. Would you like to be the first reader?"

The desert cane stared at him blankly. "How'd you know I like to read a book?"

"You look like a bookworm. No offense."

"Some taken, but nevermind." Orter sighed. "I'll take your offer." Flynn grinned widely as he beamed. "Great! In a month, please meet me at the same place, same time. I'll give you the book."

He didn't know why he came to that place again. He waited for almost half an hour until Flynn arrived.

Panting slightly, the red-eyed kid apologised. "Sorry... my sister went out a bit late today..." he reasoned.

"It doesn't matter," the desert cane hummed.

Flynn smiled as he handed him a crimson-covered book, which Orter took in instinct. "I barely managed to finish it on time, hehe..." he laughed sheepishly.

The desert cane nodded his head as he found himself examined the red-eyed kid in front of him rather than the book in his hand.

Flynn looked slightly thinner than a month ago. His skin had became paler  too, and there were eye bags under his eyes.

The desert cane found himself asking about his health.

"Are you okay?" He asked. Even though his voice is as stoic as his usual tone, there was a slight tenderness in it.

Flynn stared at him for a while, those crimson eyes that reminded him of anyone's blood widely locked with his amber ones before the softened. He grinned, but not the same grin that he gave him a month ago.

"Heh, I'm glad that it's you." He muttered softly. "Don't worry about me. I feel just fine," he grinned cheerfully. "I feel free,"

Orter couldn't help but frown at the suspicious meaning behind those words.

"Now, make sure you read this book. It's specially for you," Flynn smiled. "Your future is written in it."

That made him raise an eyebrow. However, before he could ask any further, the red-eyed kid excused himself.

"I'll be taking my leave," he muttered before taking off his hoodie. That's when Orter noticed the disappearing magic mark on the younger male's face.

Flynn reached out his hand, "Farewell, Mr. Bookworm." The desert cane stared at the hand before taking it into his own. The handshake was quick, but he managed to feel how cold the kid's hand was.

The smile on his face... it made him uneasy. Flynn looked... too free. As if he's going to be free from everything. But he looked happy, so Orter didn't stop him from leaving.

That was the last time he saw those red eyes.

A/n: The Prudence name is supposed to be taken by (name), but since the power was transfered to Flynn, he took that name.

And yes, right after that, Flynn went back home and killed himself :D