TRASH OF THE COUNTS FAMILY SHORTS (oneshots)

A tale of the past

What if: He had an ability?

Main Character:
Og Cale

Cale woke up with a groan, his head- no his whole body was in pain. It felt like sharp needles were pricking his skin. Or that he got run over by a horde of horses.

His eyes darted around the room. He wondered how he got in here. The last thing he remembered was going out and having too much wine. Then going back home and-

Cale managed to form a frown not from the piercing pain that he was feeling. But from the sudden realization.

'It was that bastard...'

Cale could remember a certain distinguishable black colored hair that beat him up to a pulp. His body shivered remembering the trauma.

It seems like he suffered from serious injuries. No doubt. He could not move his body for it will cause him a sharp pain right below his rib cage.

'Crazy bastard...'

Cale remained in bed for almost a week. He was only able to move after that. Cale sat down on his bed and frowned. He had a sour taste in his mouth.

He had just recently learned that his servant or was a servant Ron and his son had left. Cale swallowed the bitter feeling that was starting to come out.

"Tch...whatever who cares.." He grumbled and decided to turn away from the negative thoughts in his head.

You care

Cale frowns even more. "I don't"

He states in a monotoned voice, trying to ignore the whispers that seemed to be provoking him.

Are you certain?

"Stop it.." Cale's face darkened as he covers his ears not wanting to hear what the whispers were saying any longer.

Cale...Don't lie.

"Im not!" Cale lashed out, turning towards the whispers and clenching his fist in anger.

"I don't care! I have never cared! So what I feel shitty when he left me for that bastard! Its not like anything will change!" Cale huffed his voice trembling as he tries to suppress the emotions that were threatening to show on his face.

"So what if I feel lonely because he's not here anymore!? Its not like he even did anything for me! I don't need his pity. I don't need anyone! I was fine on my own and I am still fine now!" Cale's voice quivered. His eyes had waters that were threatening to fall.

He looked like a child that wanted to cry. However he didn't. He whipped his head away and turned around. He did not shed a single tear. Just like before on that one dreadful day.

Cale

The same whispers were also there just like before.

"..." Cale did not talk to the whispers before. He did not talk to the whispers ever. This was the first time he had managed to reply back to their whispers.

Its alright to cry

Cale hid a sniffle. "Nothing will change even if I shed a tear"

The whispers flinched.

Yes, flinched. A long long time ago, there lived a family that studied time. This family was full of variants that were not meant to be here but was still here. They were a family that captured various attention of different entities.

Which was why, this family had something to do with time. Their times are warped around them. Whatever they do in life, they would still have something to do with time.