The Doll and The Prince - v2 Chapter 9 (Patreon)

Hiiro (11)
I drew in an icy breath, chilling my chest.
Three years...?
My hands that embraced Naruhito trembled.
Pulling him closer, careful not to let go, Naruhito happily leaned against them.

The room fell silent.

Ikumatsu took a deep breath, closed his eyes once, and then left the room with a jelly drink in hand.
Hitachimaru embraced Otoha with trembling hands.
Sai covered his face with both hands and crouched down. I could hear a faint murmur of "Oh, God..." coming from him.

With each breath, it felt like my chest made a faint sound.

Countless corpses. Choking on the smell of blood. The stench of burned flesh from being shot with guns and bombed. The sliminess around the mouth from the fat oozing from the corpses, an unsettling feeling. In that place, where you couldn't let your guard down for a moment.
Three years.

Maybe, now, he’s incredibly happy, Hitachimaru once said.
Naruhito was rolling around on the bed without getting tired. Not talking, just being there in a good mood.
Even when a gun was pointed at him, he remained calm.
When his head was stroked, he closed his eyes with joy.
He opened his mouth for any food, eating with relish.
In the room of enemies where he might be killed at any moment.
What was there was not resignation but joy. Undoubtedly, he was happy. There was a lifetime of happiness on that small bed.

Wobbling, I returned to the sofa and sat down. Unable to stop the tears streaming down, I covered my face with my right hand. Naruhito in my arms looked up at me curiously.
Would he be pleased if I praised him, saying he did a great job? However, unable to speak, I could only exert strength in my left hand.

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