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[AFTER CANTO 3, PRE CANTO 4]
It's been a while since they departed from Calw.
Sinclair couldn't stop thinking about what happened.
How Kromer died.
How he got his revenge...
And...
Demian. Demian saved him.
He always felt that Demian wasn't like him- that he wasn't human. How did that guy just appear out of nowhere and insta-kill Kromer? Man...
It reminded him of the time he saw him from outside the window. When he saw that symbol on his forehead... uh...
Why is his heart thumping so hard right now? Is it because Demian looked back at him that day? Weird.
Sinclair shook his head, coming back to his senses. He had been staring out of the bus' window for some time. He looked around Mephistopheles, the others weren't doing anything different from what he had been doing until now. They should be close to their next destination...
...
[AFTER CANTO 4 BASICALLY]
This mission was crazy. Having to act as an old friend of Yi Sang, seeing Dongrand distorting after him accompanying us for the whole time, the truth behind the League of Nine...
This company dinner was absolutely deserved.
"Hey Sinclair~ come on, take some more!"
Rodya said, pushing a plate towards Sinclair. He quickly shook his head as no.
"N-No, there is no need, Rodya..."
He shyly answered with a smile.
"I'll take some"
Gregor chimed in.
Sinclair looked around. He then turned to look at Outis.
"Umh... Where's Dante?"
He asked.
"Outside. He said he needed fresh air."
She answered. Sinclair indirectly asked her because he *knew* that she would know. There's no limit to the glaze... Ahem.
"O-Okay. Fresh air... it is kinda hot in here. I think I'll join him..."
Sinclair said as he excused himself from the table.
Outside, Dante was greeted by Demian, that randomly appeared in front of him. He was telling him weird things... as always. Draw him a sheep? What did he take this clockface for!?
"Hey Dan-"
Sinclair froze. He wasn't ready to meet Demian again- IT WAS TOO SOON!
"Oh, Sinclair... we meet again."
Demian said, a small smile on his face.
"..."
Sinclair was still too in shock to answer. He had already pushed away that warm feeling that came when he thought about Demian...
He felt like passing out.
"D...Demian... h...hi."
He spoke softly, a small wobbly smile.
"So, don't forget about what I told you, Dante."
Demian said as he turned back to Dante.
"🕐🕑🕒🕓🕔🕞🕡🕢🕣🕤🕧🕘🕙"
(translation: "yeah... don't worry, I won't.")
"G
"W-WAIT!"
Sinclair spat out. Why the FUCK did he just do that?
*"I... I... why did I just..."*
"Sinclair?"
Demian turned back towards Sinclair. The blonde boy's cheeks grew rosy.
"U-Uh. Ah. D-Don't go... so soon..."
He said as he looked down, embarrassment was clear on his face.
"...🕡🕢🕣🕤🕙🕘🕧🕣🕢"
(translation: "...Alright, I'll leave you two be...")
And so, Dante went back in, leaving Sinclair and Demian all alone.
"Demian... there are many things I want to talk about with you..."
Sinclair said, taking a step closer to Demian. The other boy didn't move.
"Where have you been all this time? How did you know that I- that we were fighting Kromer? H-How did you even kill her!? That was crazy... Do you like boys? Are you even human? And-"
"Woah, slow down...!"
Demian said to stop Sinclair's frenetic questioning. Sinclair hoped that Demian wouldn't notice his purposeful "slip-up".
"I can't really answer... any of those. Not yet, at least."
Demian said, but a small smirk quickly rose on his lips.
"But if you really want to know... I do like boys."
"Haaa...ahahah... R-Really...?"
"Yes."
"Oh... n-nice to kn
"!!"
Sinclair quickly passed out.
"Sinclair!"
Demian sighed, as he gently picked up Sinclair's limp body in his arms. He decided to stare at his face for a few seconds.
"Cute..."
He then looked around, trying to spot Mephistopheles. He couldn't really carry him inside the restaurant... it was better if he brought him back to the bus.
...
Demian carefully put down Sinclair in front of Mephistopheles' entrance. He leaned down and placed a small kiss on Sinclair's forehead.
"You've grown so much... see you next time, Sinclair."
Demian whispered against Sinclair's forehead before standing up again and knocking twice on Mephistopheles to gain the attention of those inside. Then he proceeded to disappear.
Virgilius begrudgingly carried Sinclair inside, leaving the passed out boy on his own seat.