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“Normally, the mirror chamber is strictly off-limits to outsiders, regardless of circumstance. But as a special exception, it’s open to the public for touring throughout Halloween Week.”
Jamil sighed as Ace stole yet another candy from his plate. The ginger had convinced the others to stay and eat lunch with them, mainly so he could steal food from his upperclassman. They’d all finished their food by now (Ace finishing Jamil’s for him), and now they were sitting and talking. By talking, I mean fighting over who’s dorm’s Halloween was the best.
“We absolutely nailed the scary factor,” Floyd drawled. “You have cute little ribbons instead of actual bones. Look at us.”
“You spent a bunch of time on the backdrop and not the costumes!” the Heartslabyul boy shot back. “Both our backdrop AND costumes look good! Plus, you’ve got no right to make fun of us for costume choices when you aren’t even dressed up like mummies!”
“Yes we are! We just didn’t want to wrap ourselves fully in toilet paper. I mean, c’mon, that sounds like such a drag.”
“I think Scarabia has the most accurate costumes and backdrops,” Jamil smirked. Yuu, who had been choosing to stay out of this, raised an eyebrow.
“I’m still not taking sides here, but aren’t werewolves supposed to be scary?”
“What do you mean?”
Yuu pointed an accusing finger. “Your main werewolf mascot is Kalim. I don’t think he could be scary to save his life.”
The brunette looked genuinely offended by this. “You haven’t even seen my costume! I actually look scary. Kalim just lacks the ability to-”
His eyes widened in almost a realization. “Great seven, Kalim . I haven’t checked my phone in like an hour now! He’s probably blown up Sam’s shop!”
Jamil jumped up and pulled out his phone, already running towards the last known location of Kalim.
He arrived, and.. It was a surprisingly peaceful scene. There was a nice line up to a desk with Scarabia’s stamp on it, with a sign that read “Werewolves out for a bit! We’ll be back!”
So, Kalim was probably in the bathroom or something, and he’d trusted everyone enough to leave the stamp out. (Well, there wasn’t much you could do with one stamp, anyway.) The servant sighed, stepping inside Sam’s shop. There were a couple of Halloween tourists looking around, but other than that, it was empty.
“Sam?”
The man in question appeared behind Jamil, seemingly out of thin air. “How can I help you, my little imp?”
He almost screamed. Almost.
“Did Kalim come in here and say anything about leaving for a bit?”
Sam raised an eyebrow. “No? Last time I saw him, he was opening the door for someone about an hour ago. I didn’t think he left.”
Jamil’s blood ran cold.
Okay. Okay. It was probably just a case of the heir going to get something and getting distracted. Everything was fine. He left the shop, eyes darting around for any clue on where Kalim was. His thoughts floated to Rook, and his creepy yet accurate way of finding where people were. The servant began speed walking to the mirror chamber.
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“Ah, Monsieur Multi-Skilled! How may I help you?”
“I need you to find Kalim.”
“Ah! Has Roi d'Or gone missing?”
“I don’t believe so, but he’s disappeared off his perch, and I thought I should just come to you rather than searching the entire school.”
Rook nodded, smiling. “Oui. I believe I should be able to find him with my unique magic, as he asked me to mark him once, to ‘see how far I could spot him.’ Give me une seconde, please.”
With a quick “I see you” , the blond-haired boy turned, still smiling. “He’s in his dorm.”
Jamil groaned. “Shirking his responsibilities again, I see. I’ll go get him.”
“Give him my best wishes!” Rook called as he disappeared.
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Jamil arrived at the door, slightly noting the quiet. It was almost never quiet when Kalim was around - he’d probably fallen asleep, then. He pulled his phone out and looked to see if he missed anything during lunch. A single call from the heir stared back at him. He was probably alerting Jamil he was going off his post.
The servant arrived at the boy’s dorm, sighing and preparing the lecture in his head. Seriously, would it kill him to be a little more responsible? He turned the doorknob and stepped in quietly, knowing he’d have to wake the sleeping boy.
He was right in that sense.
Laying on the floor was Kalim, pale and barely breathing as blood poured from a stab wound in his stomach and from a wound on the back side of his head.
Before Jamil could even think, he was on the floor, shaking the heir’s shoulder while his eyes desperately searched the room for anything that could put pressure on the wound.
“Kalim! Kalim, can you hear me?! Kalim!”
The boy’s eyes fluttered open. “Jamil..?”
The brunette grabbed Kalim’s headdress and wrapped it around his stomach, including the wound while pulling him up to a sitting position. The white-haired boy flinched.
“Ow, ow.. That.. That hurts..”
His words were breathy and desperate.
“I know. I know. You’re going to be okay.”
He gave a small smile. “Okay. I trust Jamil.”
His head then slumped forward as he was taken by sleep.
“Kalim! Hey! Kalim! Stay with me! Kalim! ”
The infirmary. He had to get him to the infirmary.
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The first thing Kalim noted was that his stomach and head hurt.
The next thing he noticed was the soft beeping.
He sat up and winced at the pain that came from that simple action alone, though he was quickly (and gently) pushed back down.
“How.. How are you feeling?” a voice asked tentatively.
He just groaned in response.
“Can you open your eyes for me?”
He did, greeted by the all-too familiar sights of the infirmary. Kalim shifted his gaze, his eyes landing on Jamil. The servant’s eyes were red and his cheeks were tear-stained.
“You’re awake. Great seven, you’re awake. I thought you wouldn't-”
Kalim took Jamil’s hand and squeezed it, smiling despite the pain he was in.
“As long as you’re here, I’m always gonna wake up.”
The taller’s eyes filled with tears and he shoved his face in his hands, trying to muffle his sobs.
“Ah, but, uh, Jamil..” he looked away nervously, and he could hear Jamil wait for an answer. “Uhm.. what happened? Why am I in the infirmary?”
“You don’t remember?” the other asked, genuinely surprised. He seemed to think for a moment. “It’s probably the concussion you got.”
“Eh? Concussion?? When did that happen???”
“According to what we can tell, sometime when I was out eating lunch, one of the halloween ‘visitors’ followed you to your room, stabbed you, slammed your head on your bedframe, and then fled.”
Kalim’s eyes widened before he looked down sadly. “I.. ah.. I thought..”
“I know. I’ll stay by your side next time.”
The heir’s cheeks flushed red as he continued to avoid eye contact.
“Thank you, Jamil.”
“Of course.”
A comfortable silence passed between the two of them.
“..Does this mean I don’t get to participate in the party”
“yes”
“dang it”