The Prequal to My Previous Story (WIP/On Hold)
Welcome to the Big Apple. Welcome to the city that never sleeps: invaded by towering man-eating monsters and defended by a private army that makes Academi(formerly Blackwater) and The Wagner Group look...
The White-Haired Boy could not stop staring at the bandaged mark on his forearm with his wide, Light-Blue Eyes. It wasn't until his Adopted brother, Noctis Lucis Caelum, lightly shook him, snapping him out of his daze.
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Noctis: "That's Good... Just... Try not to think about that mark all the time, okay?"
White-Haired Boy: "Thanks... I'll keep that in mind."
Noctis: "No problem."
White-Haired Boy: "BTW, Do you think Stella would be coming over by chance?"
The White Haired Boy asked out of curiosity
Noctis: "I... I don't think so. She is busy with stuff that involves some meta-physical death ritual or something. You know. The Usual Reaper Worship stuff that only happens in this country which We as kids don't understand until we reach a more appropriate age."
Noctis said in a regrettable tone, to which the boy became saddened
White-Haired boy: "Oh..."
He said as he bowed his head in disappointment as he was hoping that the girl, Stella, would be with him.
The door suddenly opens, and a young Female Attendant comes into their rooms
The Attendant: "Your Highnesses."
Noctis: "Huh?"
The White-haired Boy: "Hmm?"
The Attendant: "Dinner is served."
Noctis: "Oh, okay."
White-Haired Boy: "... Right."
Noctis was the first to leave the room, but as for the White-haired boy, Although he wanted to go with Noctis, The boy instinctively stopped before he looked at himself in the mirror, a worried look on his face for a while.
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