Fake Love (Joseph x Wu Chang)

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I got up, and looked around with my bleary eyes.

"What the-?"

There was a familiar desk at the foot of my bed while a highly familiar picture say on it.

Though my back was practically screeching with pain, I forced myself up.

"You must rest," A voice said calmly.

Fear rose in my spine, I didn't recognize this voice, but there was a slight accent to it.

Slowly, I turned to see White.

"How am I here?" I asked.

White's face had traces of fear and worry, "There was an... accident,"

That's when I remembered.

The blade at Jack's throat, and his attack.

"What happened to Jack?" I asked White, and I finally stood up.

"Jack has gone to a different room," White said.

I looked down at the old black Chinese Umbrella, there was red on it.

"What did you do to Jack?" Fear cracked my voice while talking to him.

"Nothing," White replied with a sweet smile.

"What did you do?" I asked once more, but in an angry tone.

White seemed confused, "Why do you care? All he ever did was harass you," White said calmly.

He was correct... but I needed to know.

"I'm going to look for him," I say and walked out.

After a quick second, Black walked out with me.

Occasionally, Black would reach in his pocket to probably touch something.

BLACK'S POV

Why would Joseph care about someone who has sexually harassed him?

'After he has seen Jack, I will give him the ribbon,' White said.

I nodded to myself and gripped the umbrella.

"Here. This is the room." I say and pointed to the door.

Joseph limped his way to the door an forcefully shoved it open.

Jack was in his bed, weak from the fighting

Violetta by his side, trying to tend him.

The human spider created webs and used them to stop small wounds from bleeding.

(I read to much Warrior Cats I swear-)

"How is he?" Joseph asked her.

The grip on my umbrella tightened.

Why does he care about him?

"He is doing ok, surprisingly," she replied and went back to her web stringing.

The French man nodded and exited the room.

"Here, use my umbrella as a cane," I offered him.

The small man gladly took the offer as I led him to the room.

After getting him fully in his bed and comfortable, White took my place.

Joseph lightly laid his head down.

"Joseph," I began.

His eyes looked at me, and he gestured me to continue.

"I have something to give you, and I fixed it..." I say.

JOSEPH'S POV

I was slightly confused about what he was doing.

White slowly pulled out a thin, long cloth.

It was golden with barely visible stitches on it.

My eyes were on the verge of tears when I saw it.

My golden ribbon!

I hugged Wu and squeezed him, "How did you stitch it?" I asked.

White stroked my hair lightly, "My mother has taught me many things, one being to sew,"

My hands shaking as I grabbed the ribbon to tie my hair up again.

There was a feeling in my heart as I stated at the White Guard.

Yes, there was happiness, but there was also a more happier feeling than that.

"I got to go, I have a match in a bit," White said as he got up.

I forced myself to ignore the happy feeling, "Good luck on your match," I say.