Fate stood beside the house and watched as Saint picked Heart up, bridal style. He came towards the door before realizing he wouldn’t be able to get the door open with both of his hands full.
Fate smiled. “You two would be really lost without me, you know.” Fate commented at Saint even though he knew he couldn’t hear him. He shook his head and opened the door for his two bumbling charges.
“Ah shoot, how am I going to get the door open now? Oh, the wind. That’s helpful.” Saint said and turned Heart to fit him through the doorway.
Heart’s feet swung out into what would have been empty space for Saint but was actually Fate’s body.
“Oii,” Fate winced as Hearts foot slammed directly into his upper thigh.
Heart blinked his eyes sleepily, barely waking up from the collision, one of his shoes flying off into the sand.
“Ohhh, you!” Heart exclaimed.
Fate’s eyes bulged.
Heart could see him?
Last time he had chosen to show up for him. Right now no one should be able to see because he was using his powers to remain invisible to the human eye, and he knew that it was working since Saint couldn’t tell he was there at all.
‘So not only can Heart see the strings, but he can make them obey his will and he can see me too… Interesting.’ Fate observed.
“The wind didn’t open the door idiot demon lord, the prostitute did.” Heart struggled out each word like a giddy teenager.
“I am floating. It feels nice here.” Heart giggled, throwing his arms in the air happily, his left hand smacking Saint in the nose.
Saint sucked in a breath, his face contorting with annoyance.
“Yes, yes, you are floating. A Prostitute?”
“Oi, you are a hot mess drunk, aren’t you.” Saint groaned, hoisting Heart up a bit further before walking down the hall and into the room.
Fate stared after them in shock and pointed at himself blinking slowly. ‘Prostitute? When did I become a prostitute?’
He followed them down the hall and watched as Saint put Heart down gently on the bed and started to remove his shoe.
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“Where is your other shoe?” Saint sighed, his face scowling at the inconvenience of having to search for Hearts missing shoe in the dark.
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Saint waited, holding his breath, wondering what animal Heart was going to sucker him into being when he was drunk. He leaned forward to prop Heart’s head on top of the small pillow, and Hearts arm fell back down his fingers catching on the edge of Saint’s shirt that had fallen open when bending forward. A single button popped off.
The tension inside Saint rose as Heart’s hand slipped inside and grazed Saint’s chest lightly from the force of the button snapping off and rolling away.
Fate saw the ripple of the blue turquoise thread as it ebbed flashing gently between a pinky red and blue hue, feeding off their energy and growing stronger.
Fate sucked in a breath.
“It has been a long time since I saw a bond that strong. No wonder the strings reacted to him, no wonder they came to me despite the fact that I had been taking care of multiple strings that night. No wonder his string showed up with a connection that strong and with me right there, there was no way he could have stayed away.”
“Pudding, you remind me of pudding.” Heart finished his hand, dropping out of Saints shirt and down to his own pants.
Saint let out a shaky sigh of relief, before sitting back on his heels and holding up his shirt to inspect it.
“I sleep in my boxers. Why am I in my clothes?” Heart asked stupidly, interrupting Saint’s inspection.
“This shirt cost twenty-eight thousand Baht, I should punish you for something like this.” Saint commented, but his voice was calm and cool.
“This is your fault you know.” Heart accused wiggling the same finger as before up at Saint in accusation.
“My fault?” How is it my fault?” Saint’s voice asked, turning to look at Heart bemused.
Heart thought about it for a moment.
“I dunno. It just is.” He responded.
And jumped back up quickly, his face contorting. Causing Saint’s body to react automatically and pull away from him just in case he were to vomit.
Heart smiled stupidly, then looked down.
“Step one, pants off.” He said to himself, then undid his pants’ button and wriggled out of them rocking back and forth until he had shimmied them down to his ankles. He stopped so he could pant for a moment before he lifted his legs into the air and yanked with all his might falling backward into the blankets again as he pulled them off. And threw them angrily across to the other side of the room.
Cursing at the uncooperative pants. He lifted his shirt, catching it in his armpit before yanking it hard and sending it to land in the same general vicinity of his pants.
“Oww, you hurt me.” He whined at Saint.
Saint closed his eyes, pinched his brow, and sighed, before smiling down at him.
“I am doing nothing to you right now. And you have no idea how much self control that is really taking with you ripping your clothes off.”
“Saint stop undressing meeee.” Heart whined.
Fate sucked in a chuckle trying hard not to laugh.
Heart’s eyes focused like lasers and he paused, pulling the shirt off then turned his head, looking past Saint and staring straight into Fate’s eyes.
Fate watched him carefully. Wondering what he would do.
“What are you laughing at?” Heart asked Fate addressing him directly.
“This is your fault too you know.”
“If I had never run away from my job that night I never would have met him, become his slave, wouldn’t be able to be stripped down by a beautiful man on some island somewhere and, and.”
“… And then I wouldn’t be feeling things.” Heart said, gesturing at himself in the general vicinity of his lower half.
“Who are you talking to? What things are you feeling Heart?” Saint asked, his voice a thick whisper as he tried to follow the stupid kids rambling drunk mumbling.
He turned to look behind him at the empty space and the wall, his face a ball of confusion as he tried to find what Heart could be staring at.
“Him.” Heart pointed directly at Fate.
Saint looked past him to the spot where Fate stood against the back wall near the door.
“It’s just me here Heart.”
“Yeah, why, why are you there, I didn’t say you could be.”
“What? Where?”
“Heart.” Heart said before passing out.
Saint growled. “What? Where? Heart? Where am I not supposed to be? Finish your sentence, you can’t just say your own name and pass out.”
Saint growled, tapping him lightly on the cheek. Heart refused to stir back awake regardless of Saint’s wishes.
Saint swore, but stood up and walked out of the room, stooped down to get on his outdoor shoes, putting the slippers away neatly on a shelf.
Then he walked outside into the night air peering into the darkness and groaned before walking out into the sand in his expensive shoes and fetching Heart’s missing shoe. His phone buzzed just as he was standing back up.
Saint pulled his phone out of his pocket, then texted something, his thumbs tapping away at the screen quickly. Fate stepped closer and peered over his shoulder to see what it said.
We found a place to stay. Tomorrow is the first step. Here is the clip I took.
Fate nodded intrigued.
‘So already things were changing for the better. Interesting.’
‘In just six weeks Heart had inspired Saint to change enough that he was fighting for something he once would have given away without a second thought.’
Fate walked from the house, leaving Saint standing there.
‘Because of Heart people who never should have met will meet now. How much difference could Heart’s ripples really make in these people’s lives and just why these five people?’
‘Heart, I can’t get a sense of you, what is happening inside.’ Saint attempted to call Heart’s string to him again for the hundreds of thousands of times since he had saved Heart that night. But just like all the other times it failed to appear. Refusing to obey his call.’
‘You can refuse a god, but you can’t help but become putty in this man’s hands.’
‘I wonder how much better the other five are fairing right now without either of you to keep them untangled. Hmmm?’
“Checking on these six is turning out to be an uphill intriguing battle of its own.” He commented aloud before disappearing.
His footprints vanishing in the sand behind him. As if he had never been there at all.
Thanks for the chapter! Poor Saint 😅
I wanted to write Fate xD
You want to write about Fate?! That’s so awesome. If you do a fanfiction please link it I would love that.
Awe thank.! Yes poor poor Saint!
No I don’t, just mixed the names up and cannot edit the comment xD I am not good with writing.
Ahhh gotcha hahaha, sorry I misunderstood. Thanks for reading and enjoying the book too. That in itself is a pretty awesome thing, there are lots of people who do not read. XD
I love love loved this chapter!!!! Couldn’t stop smiling!!! Thanks so much!!! Can’t wait for the next chapter!!!
This is one of my all time favorites too!