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ugliestbimbo · 1 year ago

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i wrote something a while back, unrelated to any fledged-out fics or ideas. i was gonna post it here like a week ago, but ig i forgor. here it is:

also some CWs (theyre not too bad tho):

- SLIGHT violence

- MINORLY REFERENCED pedophilia

- IMPLIED child abuse(?)

- mental issues, idk if that counts as a CW tho

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From the moment he was born, Kalim was held in high regard. It wasn't just that he was the heir to the Asim fortune, in all honestly that paled in comparison to his true 'calling'.

Pure porcelain locks, destined to curl every which way and envelope the world around him in light.

Smooth, soft, sand-tinted skin, a perfect blank canvas for his ‘legacy’, whatever that could’ve meant.

Dazzling blood-red eyes, shining in the night like precious jewels, a story dancing beneath their irises.

Or, that's what everybody told him, at least.

To him, his outlandish hair was a bother. Loud and noticeable, he couldn't sneak into town if he tried. Not to mention the length of it, and the fact that it'd always tangle itself into one huge prophetic hair mop.

His skin was blank, painfully blank. Only the traditional Asim tattoos were allowed to linger, all other markings were erased by magic. But that didn't erase them entirely. Kalim would remember the pain of each and every one; every inked needle pierced into his skin, every jagged ornamental knife dragged across his flesh, every spell they cast, the burning of magic as it seared into him.

And his eyes. He wanted to gouge them out. Having to look in the mirror each morning and be greeted by the very staple of death. Red, red, red. Kalim hated red. The red in his eyes, the red in his clothes, the red in his skin. Red, red, red. Always red.

The hair, he could cut. The skin, he could turn a blind eye to. But the eyes, the red.

Memories of blood, screams, cries. All swirling like a storm beneath his disgustingly red eyes. Maybe they did tell a story, after all.

. . .

Kalim couldn't tell whether he was supposed to be the ‘Savior’ or the ‘Sacrifice’. All he knew was that he was one of the two, and there wasn't any in-between.

Kalim wasn't a child, he was a cog in in some fucked-up machine. A bedtime story everyone had been told since they were as young as him. He wasn’t just a child, he was much more.

Is that what they told themselves whenever they eviscerated him in the shrines? Whenever they pet his soft silver hair and remarked on how beautiful he's grown to be? Whenever their eyes lingered on his body for far too long, either brimming with a sick satisfaction or an even sicker lust?

Disgusting.

Just another reason to hate eyes, but at least this time they wouldn't be his own.

Always watching, always judging, always trying to mold him into their perfect little thing. They never blinked, never faltered. He could feel them boring into him at every waking moment.

The 'stares' reminded him of what he truly was.

“A fragile little thing.”

“A child too beautiful for his own good.”

“A ‘tyrant-in-the-making’.”

No matter what they deemed him, he was aware of his place. He would always, and only be something for them to admire. A prized possession to be bedazzled and presented on a pedestal. A bragging right, a bargaining chip.

And strangely, the role flattered him.

. . .

Despite it all, Kalim loved everything, everyone. Even those who wronged him, even the ones who started this whole sick prophecy mess. He loved them.

He would spend his free time dancing through the estate's halls with anyone who decided to join him. He would lounge in the courtyard, basking in the sweltering heat as if it weren't scorching his skin.

(It wouldn't leave a mark, nothing ever did.)

Absurdly long, wild white locks would trail behind him, flowing like water. Occasionally, they'd snag on furniture or foliage, but Kalim didn't mind.

(He would even take advantage of such situations to vouch for a haircut.)

As for his eyes....he’d keep from looking at them. He would avoid each mirror, each puddle, each shining tile. He hated his eyes, and that wouldn't change.

(And yet everyone else seemed to love them so much.)

He made it his goal to bring joy unto others, no matter what cost. If the elders were satisfied with their grotesque rituals, so be it. If the family adored his soft, princess-like appearance, then he'd fit the bill. And if the workers and servants appreciated his easygoing nature and generosity....

Well, those were a given. Kalim could never find it in himself to be cruel, even if it's what his father expected of him as the Asim heir.

(His father was the only one he’d never be able to satisfy.)

But at least there was everybody else to love him. Enraptured by his unruly hair, his unchanging skin, his eerie red eyes.

And then the few that loved him for everything else. Those fond of his personality, his demeanor instead of....whatever else everyone saw in him.

(He wished there were more, but who was he to complain?)

. . .

Jamil didn't know how to react, really. At first, he was angry, infuriated. He'd enrolled into NRC for one sole purpose, to escape. And this fucker had followed him, right to his dorm room.

His anger never subsided, but it was largely overpowered by his next emotion. Concern.

Kalim was curled up in the blanket, sobbing his little heart out while furiously scrubbing at his face with said blanket. White hair peeked out in every which direction, from whatever gaps it found in his sad cocoon.

Jamil always tried to convince himself otherwise, but he really did care for the heir. Either that, or he was a better (and more kindhearted) person than he gave himself credit for.

Whichever it was, he was still (unfairly) tasked with dealing with the stupid fuck, so he had to resolve this someway somehow.

"Kaimsnsjdjjxjdh

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thats all. 🦧

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meline2612 · 25 days ago

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One Shot: What if Kalim has an Overblot/Et si Kalim a un Overblot.

ENGLISH :

The day after Jamil's Overblot and discovering his past. Kalim begins to feel guilt and hatred, which eventually causes him to Overblot.How will Jamil be able to save Kalim from himself ?

⚠️Warning⚠️

• Kalim Overblot.

• Kalim Angst.

• Kalim and Jamil sibling relationship.

• Bad Parent Kalim/Jamil.

• Distressing.

• Halloween.

• Spelling mistake.

Happy Reading !

FRANÇAIS :

Le lendemain de l'Overblot de Jamil et découverte de son passé. Kalim commence à ressentir de la culpabilité et de la haine, ce qui finit par l'amener à Overblot.Comment Jamil pourra-t-il sauver Kalim de lui-même ?

⚠️Attention⚠️

• Kalim Overblot.

• Kalim Angst.

• Relation fraternelle entre Kalim et Jamil.

• Mauvais parent Kalim/Jamil.

• Pénible.

• Halloween.

• Faute d'orthographe.

Bonne lecture !

ENGLISH :

Kalim Pov :

Why ?

.....

W-Why?

I was sitting on the fountain in my dorm.

It was the day after the party and... Jamil's Overblot. The dormitories Octavinelle and Ramchakel composed of Azul, Jade, Floyd, Yuu and Grim came to the dormitory to help Jamil then we had a big party with Ace and Dieuce in addition who had returned from Christmas vacation. They even slept here.

But, I can't stop thinking about the reasons why Jamil, my best friend had Overblot.

My parents and his forced him to obey me and let me always be the best of us both while Jamil was always superior... And I couldn't even notice his suffering and help him .

- "What kind of friend am I that I don't even notice Jamil's suffering ? Will I even inherit a friend like Jamil after this ?"

I put my hands in my hair trying to figure out the whole story. Without realizing it, the rain was starting to pour lightly.

- "No... It's not just me at fault... There are also adults who dare to call themselves "our parents"... It's their fault too !"

The rain was getting stronger, my clothes and hair were already soaked. But my mind doesn't notice anything, just focusing on Jamil's suffering.

- "But it's still my fault... I wasn't a good person towards Jamil. Jamil.... I'm sorry...!"

I feel something color in my eyes. I could see him fall to the ground. It was black and liquid...

Why does it look like the same substance that was on Jamil yesterday ? Is it... Blot...?

I feel so much power rising within me. With this strength, maybe... Maybe...

That I Could Protect Jamil !

- "Kalim !" This voice... It's Jamil's voice !

He looks so worried. Is he in danger...?

I raise my head to look at my best friend.

I finally notice that the simple rain of yesterday had turned into a downpour. The fountain flooded, soaking my entire body and the outside of the dormitory.

Jamil looked very worried. I had never seen him with such an expression on his face. I could also see the other 7 members from different dorms around us, soaked.

- "Kalim ! You need to stop this rain now ! Are you going to destroy all the dor-!?"

He comes closer and puts his hand towards my cheek or rather towards my left eye and wipes the substance flowing there.

- "Kalim... Do you have too much Blot !? If you don't stop, you're going to get an Overblot !"

Suddenly I get up and take Jamil's hands and write happily to myself.

- "Jamil ! Don't worry anymore... I'll make you happy ! I will give you back your freedom and take revenge on every person who hurt you !"

As I begin to feel pain in my chest and the Blot flowing everywhere, the downpour turns into a violent storm.

Then I feel myself changing, new clothes filled with Blot but I could feel the strength to protect Jamil, and that's the most important !

Jamil Pov :

After sleeping under Kalim's obligation to rest, I saw drops of rain at the window.

- "Bizzard... In Scarabia, it never rains, even in winter. Besides, where is Kalim ?"

Kalim..... Unique magic..... Kalim's unique magic !? He's the only one who can make rain appear in Scarabia !

I get up and run to find Kalim.

I can't find it anywhere in the building. That means he's outside.

After a while of searching outside the dormitory, I saw Kalim sitting on the overflowing fountain, with his hands in his hair and his head bowed.

I ran to him and called him.

- "Kalim..."

He doesn't react so I call him louder.

- "Kalim...!....Kalim !"

He jumps, finally seeming to react !

He raises his head and looks at me. Not immediately noticing the change in Kalim, I say.

- "Kalim ! You need to stop this rain now ! Are you going to destroy all the dor-!?"

I just noticed it but... There's Blot coming out of Kalim's eyes. Just like me before I Overblot.

I move closer and put my hand to his cheek and left eye and wipe away the substance leaking there.

- "Kalim... Do you have too much Blot !? If you don't stop, you're going to get an Overblot !"

As I tried to make him come to his senses Kalim gets up and takes my hands and speaks happily.

- "Jamil ! Don't worry anymore... I'll make you happy ! I will give you back your freedom and take revenge on every person who hurt you !"

I felt the rain coming much too hard with a powerful wind accompanying it.

I see around me the members of the board Octavinelle, Ramchakel and Heartslabyul trying to resist the storm which has become even more violent than before.

When I look ahead again, I see that Kalim has changed his appearance.

He had red and black clothes with a little gold here and there, it looked like a torn cape behind him. There was also gold or precious stone jewelry. Even her headband on her hair had turned black with golden jewelry and a ruby.

But above all, there was Blot flowing from him. And had a reddish light escaping from his eyes, while light tears were also falling.

..... It has Overblot.....

As I watch Kalim laugh and cry, Yuu comes to me and says.

- "Jamil ! Even though Kalim doesn't look like he wants to hurt us, if he keeps this up, he'll kill himself! We have to stop it."

Stop it ?

- "In what way ? By fighting him as with me ?" I ask him. To then bounce back without waiting for their answers.

- "We don't need to fight Kalim. He shows it very well. He doesn't want to hurt any of us."

This time it was Floyd who questioned me.

- "So how do you want to beat the sea snake ? The otter may be weak, but when a person is in Overblot, he is overpowered !"

- "I know. But Kalim might calm down if I talk to him. He will listen to me."

- "And how do you plan to make him come to his senses ?" Asks me this time the 2nd twin, Jade.

- "The reason for his Overblot is about me. Of my own reasons for lying and also overblowing. So if I'm honest, he'll calm down."

I approach Kalim without any fear despite the shouts of the people behind me.

Being close enough that Kalim can hear me, I call to him.

- "Kalim !"

He turns around with the ghost of his Overblot behind him.

His Overblot ghost was a genie with a head shaped like a round jar filled with Blot. There was a gold and red flying carpet underneath, compared to mine where there was nothing underneath. It was immense as with each Overblot ghost that the prefect of Ramchakel had explained to me.

- "Jamil! Is that you...?"

But as soon as he saw me, he had a worried face, he moved forward slowly.

- "Why do you look so disappointed Jamil ? Are you afraid of me? No, no ! This is impossible ! Jamil is not afraid of anything ! He always protects me from everything...."

When he was close enough to me, he put his arms around my neck and hugged himself very protectively. I let him do it...letting the Blot flowing from him stick to me.

- "Don't be so disappointed Jamil anymore. I give you all your freedom back ! It's my turn to protect you now... I'm going to go kill our respective families ! That way, no one will force you to do anything anymore !"

I push Kalim out of my arms and shout at him.

- "Kalim ! Stop behaving like this! Do you really think you're helping me? No. You're just making everything worse. Can't you see it ?"

- "What ? No... No ! I-I help you ! I will protect you as promised !"

I could see his scared expression even though he tried to hide it with a forced smile.

That doesn't stop me from giving him a challenging look.

- "And for that, you are going to kill our parents ? Just to give back my freedom ?"

- "Yes ! Obviously ! You are the only one who really matters Jamil... The only one who always watches over me... So yes...! I could kill the world for t-Clap !?"

My right hand stung slightly after slapping Kalim. He was shocked by my action and looked at me confused.

- "Sacrifice the world for me ? My parents ? Yours ? Our friends ? Yourself ?"

I approach with violent steps and my eyes are filled with anger.

- "Aren't you kidding me a little !? MY job is to protect you ! Not you ! You say you want to make me happy by giving back my freedom that I never had. But by forcing me to watch you kill everyone and yourself and say nothing is a form of freedom ? No. If you want me to be free, then let me make my decisions on my own, you ignorant brats !"

I saw many more tears rolling down her cheeks from my words.

- "But.... I just want to help you...!"

- "You are NOT helping me Kalim ! Open your eyes, Stupid !"

- "Nope..."

Karim steps back and lowers his head, sobbing. But I saw that around and below him, blot appeared.

- "No...Jamil...I'm sorry..."

Then Kalim fell into the Blot, getting sucked into it.

I run to him and scream.

- "KALIM !"

In the Memories of Kalim.

Kalim Pov:

Where am I ? What happened ?

I was in class thinking about how Jamil felt about me and then... I don't remember.

I look around me. Everything is black except in one place. It looks like home, but it was only black, white and gray.

I realize that the version of me I see was young with another boy who I assumed was young Jamil.

- "I see. These are the days... I met Jamil ! Best time of my life !"

*Young Kalim*: "Mother, Father, who is this ? He looks like he's my size !"

*Mother Kalim*: "It's Jamil Viper. And I present to you his parents, Kinia Viper and Zolam Vilper. They will be our servants from now on."

*Mother Jamil*: "Hello young master Kalim. We are very happy to serve your family. You, who have paid our debts."

Little me smiles at them and responds kindly.

*Young Kalim*: "Thank you ! I hope you enjoy this place !"

Then I saw myself running towards little Jamil. I noticed he had an annoyed expression. This reminds me of my selfishness towards Jamil.

*Young Kalim*: "Hello ! You are... mmh... Jamil ! Is that it ? Do you want to be my friend ?"

*Young Jamil*: "I can't young master. I am only your servant."

*Young Kalim*: "But if I consider you my friend, I have the right ! So you have the right to call me Kalim and speak to me on familiar terms !"

I saw Jamil lower his head. He had an angry face as he whispered, "You arrogant rich kid !"

Of course young me didn't hear it and continued to smile.

Jamil looks up with a soft smile that I now know was fake and responds.

*Young Jamil*: "Thank you very much Kalim. I'll be happy to be your friend."

As little me takes Jamil's hands, I cry out to him with tears in my eyes.

- "Stop you idiot ! Can't you see he hates you !? That he doesn't want to be your friend... Let go of his hand ! You don't deserve it !"

The scene fades to change memories.

Jamil and I were a little taller. We were playing a board game.

*Young Kalim*: "What !? Did I lose again ? Mmm...I'm still bad at his games."

*Young Jamil*: "Don't be on top of it Kalim. You're progressing, that's already good."

*Young Kalim*: "Hihi! It's true ! Thanks Jamil. You are truly the best at games and my best friend !"

*Young Jamil*: "Yeah... Best "friend". You are right Kalim."

But I saw a glint of anger in Jamil's eyes.

- "Jamil.... I'm so sorry...."

The memory leaves, passing to another.

- " It's good ! Got it ! I'm a bad friend, I know ! So stop making me look at his memories !

But no one answers me, forcing me to just stare at the memory.

I remember that day... It was the day when Jamil often started losing to me or getting lower grades.

*Young Kalim*: "Yes ! I got a 60% ! Have you seen Jamil ? Oh... Are you at 56% ? Don't worry Jamil ! You must have just been tired.

*Young Jamil*: "Yes. You are probably right Kalim."

When I saw Jamil turn his head away, grinding his teeth and clutching the piece of paper, I felt tears flowing uncontrollably.

- "It's all your fault ! You shouldn't have gotten the best grade ! It's not you who should be comforting him ! Jamil deserves more than you... more than me...."

When the memory fades again, I bow my head and let my tears fall to the floor.

- "Please... I beg you...! Stop making me see all that.... I-I can't take it anymore...!"

But no one wanted to feel sorry for me. At the same time who would like to.

So I look at the fourth memory.

*Young Kalim*: "Have you seen Jamil ? I am prefect of Scarabia ! So starting today. I choose you as vice prefect ! What do you say, Jamil ?"

*Young Jamil*: "That's good. I will happily be your vice prefect from now on."

*Young Kalim*: "..... Jamil..... You will never betray me, will you ?"

*Young Jamil*: "Of course. I would never imagine something as horrible as Kalim betraying you."

But I could see in his eyes all the rage Jamil had for me. Then the scene disappears.

I expected there to be another one, but there was nothing. Except for the darkness, the silence and the heavy weight in my heart. I collapse on the ground, roll over and cry my eyes out. I scream, scream in pain- "For what...? Why did our respective parents hurt you so much ? Why did I hurt you !? I'm not your friend... I am your suffering.... Maybe... it would have been better if I had died when you Overblot... I-I'm so s-sorry Jamil."

.........

"KALIM !!!"

Back to the present:

- "Mmh...aaahh..." the first thing I saw in front of me was Jamil's face, who was worried.

- "Kalim? How are you ? How do you feel ?"

Seeing his face brings tears to my eyes.

- "Jamil....?"

- "Yes, it's me. What is it ?"

Suddenly I break down and sob, bringing my hands to my eyes.

- "!? Kalim? Why are you raining-"

- "I... I'm so sorry J-Jamil !!! I...I'm such a b-bad friend ! E-Sorry for everything that happened !!!"

Jamil sighed, helped me sit up and spoke.

- "Damn... You really are an insolent and stupid kid ! I don't blame you anymore ! It was our parents who dictated our future. I am your servant and you are my master, and that will never change. I blamed you because you were so blind to my pain that I started to hate you."

- "I... am sorry-"

But Jamil cuts me off.

- "Stop apologizing! Seriously... I shouldn't have blamed you for being disappointed in the first place, you can't help your parents' decisions. So stop blaming yourself for everything and go back to being the happy, boring Kalim we know."

- "..... But-"

- "No "buts", Kalim. Just be yourself, got it Idiot ?"

I nod, wipe my tears and smile. Then I jump on Jamil to give him a hug.

At first he yells at me and tries to push me away, but gives up, knowing I'm very stubborn, and wraps his arms around me to calm me down.

One day, when we are adults, I promise you Jamil. I will let you free. But this time, without doing Overblot.

I promise you !

End of the one-shot !

Happy Halloween Everyone !

FRANÇAIS :

Kalim Pov :

Pourquoi ?

.....

P-Pourquoi ?

J'étais assis sur la fontaine de mon dortoir.

Nous étions le lendemain de la fête et de... l'Overblot de Jamil. Les dortoirs Octavinelle et Ramchakel composé de Azul, Jade, Floyd, Yuu et Grim était venu au dortoir pour aider Jamil puis nous avons fait une grande fête avec Ace et Dieuce en plus qui étaient revenus des vacances de Noël. Ils ont même dormient ici.

Mais, je ne peux pas arrêté de penser les raisons pour laquelle Jamil, mon meilleur ami avait Overblot.

Mes parents et les siens l'ont obligés à m'obéir et à me laisser être toujours le meilleur de nous deux alors que Jamil a toujours était supérieur... Et je n'ai même pas pu m'apercevoir de sa souffrance et l'aider.

- "Quel sorte d'ami suis-je pour ne même pas remarquer les souffrances de Jamil ? Est ce que je m'herite même un ami comme Jamil après cela ?"

Je met les mains dans mes cheveux essayant de tout comprendre sur toute l'histoire. Sans m'en apercevoir, la pluie commençait à légèrement couler.

- "Non... Il n'y a pas que moi en faute... Il y a aussi ses adultes qui osent s'appeler "nos parents"... C'est aussi de leurs fautes !"

La pluie devenait plus forte, mes vêtements et cheveux étaient déjà tremper. Mais mon esprit ne remarque rien, étant juste concentrer sur tout sur la souffrance de Jamil.

- "Mais c'est quand même de ma faute... Je n'ai pas était une bonne personne envers Jamil. Jamil.... Je suis désolée...!"

Je sens quelque chose couleur de mes yeux. J'ai pu le voir tomber sur le sol. C'était noir et liquide...

Pourquoi on dirait la même substance qu'il y avait sur Jamil hier ? C'est du... Blot...?

Je ressens tellement de puissance monter en moi. Avec cette force, peut-être... Peut-être...

Que Je Pourrais Protéger Jamil !

- "Kalim !" Cette voix... C'est la voix de Jamil !

Il semble si inquiet. Il est en danger...?

Je lève la tête pour regarder mon meilleur ami.

Je remarque enfin que la simple pluie de tout est l'heure, c'était transformer en une averse. La fontaine inondait, trempant tout mon corps et l'extérieur du dortoir.

Jamil avait l'air très inquiet. Je ne l'avais jamais vu avec une telle expression sur le visage. Je pouvais aussi voir les 7 autres membres de différents dortoir autour de nous, trempés.

- "Kalim ! Il faut que tu arrêtes cette pluie, maintenant ! Tu vas détruire tout le dor-!?"

Il se rapproche et met sa main vers ma joue ou plutôt vers mon œil gauche et essuyer la substance qui y coule.

- "Kalim... Tu as trop de Blot !? Si tu t'arrêtes pas, tu vas avoir un Overblot !"

Soudain, je me lève et prends les mains de Jamil et m'écrit joyeusement.

- "Jamil ! Ne t'inquiètes plus... Je vais te rendre heureux ! Je vais te rendre ta liberté et me venger de chaque personne qui t'a blessé !"

Alors que je commence à sentir une douleur dans ma poitrine et le Blot couler partout, l'averse se transforme en une violente tempête.

Puis je me sens changer, de nouveaux vêtements rempli de Blot mais je pouvais ressentir la force de protéger Jamil, et c'est le plus important !

Jamil Pov:

Après avoir dormi sous l'obligation de Kalim de me reposer, je vis à la fenêtre des gouttes de pluie.

- "Bizzard... A Scarabia, il ne pleut jamais, même en hiver. D'ailleurs, il est où Kalim ?"

Kalim..... Magie unique..... La magie unique de Kalim !? C'est le seul à pouvoir faire apparaître la pluie à Scarabia !

Je me lève et cours pour trouver Kalim.

Je ne le trouve nul part dans le bâtiment. Ça veut dire qu'il est dehors.

Après un moment à chercher à l'extérieur du dortoir, je vis Kalim assis sur la fontaine qui débordait, avec les mains dans ses cheveux et la tête baissée.

Je cours vers lui et l'appella.

- "Kalim..."

Il ne réagit pas alors je l'appel plus fort.

- "Kalim...!.... Kalim !"

Il sursaute, semblant enfin réagir !

Il lève la tête et me regarde. Ne remarquant pas tout de suite le changement de Kalim, je dis.

- "Kalim ! Il faut que tu arrêtes cette pluie, maintenant ! Tu vas détruire tout le dor-!?"

Je viens de la remarqué mais... Il y a du Blot qui coule des yeux de Kalim. Exactement comme moi avant que j'Overblot.

Je me rapproche et met ma main vers sa joue et son œil gauche et essuyer la substance qui y coule.

- "Kalim... Tu as trop de Blot !? Si tu t'arrêtes pas, tu vas avoir un Overblot !"

Alors que j'essayais de lui faire reprendre raison Kalim se lève et me prends les mains et s'exprime joyeusement.

- "Jamil ! Ne t'inquiètes plus... Je vais te rendre heureux ! Je vais te rendre ta liberté et me venger de chaque personne qui t'a blessé !"

Je sentis la pluie de venir beaucoup trop fort avec un puissant vent qui l'accompagnent.

Je vois autour de moi les membres du directoire Octavinelle, Ramchakel et Heartslabyul essayer de résister à la tempête qui est devenue encore plus violente qu'avant.

Quand je regarde de nouveau devant moi, je vois que Kalim a changé d'apparence.

Il avait des habilles rouge et noir avec un peu de dorée par-ci par-là, c'était parei pour une cape déchiré derrière lui. Il y avait aussi des bijoux dorés ou en pierre précieuse. Même son bandeau sur ses cheveux étaient devenu noir avec des bijoux dorés et un rubis.

Mais surtout, il y avait du Blot qui coulait de lui. Et avait une lumière rougeâtre qui échappait de ses yeux, alors que de légères larmes coulent aussi.

..... Il a Overblot.....

Pendant que je regarde Kalim rire et pleurer, Yuu vient vers moi et me dit.

- "Jamil ! Même si Kalim n'a pas l'air de vouloir nous blesser, si il continue comme ça, il va se tuer ! Faut l'arrêter."

L'arrêter ?

- "De quelle manière ? En le combattant comme avec moi ?" Je lui demande. Pour ensuite rebondir sans attendre leurs réponses.

- "Nous n'avons pas besoin de combattre Kalim. Il le montre très bien. Il ne veut blesser aucun d'entre nous."

Se fut cette fois Floyd qui m'interroge.

- "Alors comment veux tu le battre serpent de mer ? La loutre est peut être faible, mais quand une personne est en Overblot, il est surpuissant !"

- "Je sais. Mais Kalim pourrait se calmer si je lui parle. Il m'écoutera."

- "Et comment comptes-tu lui faire reprendre raison ?" Me demande cette fois le 2ème jumeau, Jade.

- "La raison de son Overblot est à propos de moi. De mes propres raisons d'avoir menti et d'avoir aussi fait un Overbloter. Donc si je suis honnête, il se calmera."

Je m'approche de Kalim sans aucune peur malgré les cries des personnes derrière moi.

Étant assez près pour que Kalim puisse m'entendre, je l'appel.

- "Kalim !"

Celui-ci se retourne avec le fantôme de son Overblot derrière lui.

Son fantôme dû à l'Overblot était un génie avec une tête en forme de bocal rond remplie de Blot. Il y avait en dessous un tapis volant de couleur or et rouge, par rapport au mien où il n'y avait rien en dessous. Il était immense comme pour chaque fantôme d'Overblot que m'avait expliquer le préfet de Ramchakel.

- "Jamil ! C'est toi...?"

Mais dès qu'il me vit, il eu un visage inquiet, il s'avance doucement.

- "Pourquoi as-tu l'air si déçu Jamil ? Tu as peur de moi ? Non non ! C'est impossible ! Jamil n'a peur de rien ! Il me protège toujours de tout....."

Quand il était assez près de moi, il m'entourent autour du cou ses bras et se serre de manière très protectrice. Je le laissais faire... laissant le Blot qui coule de lui se coller à moi.

- "Ne soit plus si déçu Jamil. Je te rends toutes ta liberté ! C'est à mon tour de te protéger maintenant... Je vais aller tuer nos familles respectives ! Comme ça, plus personne ne t'obligera à rien !"

Je pousse Kalim hors de mes bras et lui cri dessus.

- "Kalim ! Arrête de te comporter de cette manière ! Tu penses vraiment que tu es entrain de m'aider ? Non. Tu ne fais que tout rendre pire. Tu n'es pas capable de le voir ?"

- "Quoi ? Non... Non ! J-Je t'aide ! Je vais te protéger comme promis !"

Je pouvais voir son expression effrayé même si il essaye de le cacher avec un sourire forcé.

Cela ne m'empêche pas de lui jetter regard rempli de défi.

- "Et pour cela, tu va tuer nos parents ? Juste pour rendre ma liberté ?"

- "Oui ! Évidemment ! Tu es le seul qui compte vraiment Jamil... Le seul qui a toujours veiller sur moi... Alors oui...! Je pourrais tuer le monde pour t-Clap !?"

Ma main droite me piquait légèrement après avoir mis une gifle à Kalim. Celui-ci fut choqué de mon action et me regarde confut.

- "Sacrifier le monde pour moi ? Mes parents ? Les tiens ? Nos amis ? Toi-même ?"

Je m'approche d'un pas violant et le regard remplie de colère.

- "Tu ne te fout pas un peu de moi !? MON boulot est de te protéger ! Pas toi ! Tu dis que tu veux me rendre heureux en rendant ma liberté que je n'ai jamais eu. Mais en m'obligeant justement à te regarder tuer tout le monde et toi-même et ne rien dire est une forme de liberté ? Non. Si tu veux que je sois libre, alors laisse moi prendre mes décisions tout seul espèces de gamins ignorant !"

Je vis beaucoup plus de larmes couler sur ses joues à cause de mes mots.

- "Mais.... Je veux juste t'aider...!"

- "Tu ne m'aide PAS Kalim ! Ouvre les yeux, Imbécile !"

- "Non..."

Karim recule et baisse la tête en sanglotant. Mais je vis que autour et en dessous de lui, du blot est apparu.

- "Non...Jamil... Je suis désolée..."

Puis Kalim tombé dans le Blot, se faisant aspirer par celui-ci.

Je cours vers lui et cri.

- "KALIM !"

Dans les Souvenirs de Kalim.

Kalim Pov :

Où suis-je ? Que s'est-il passé ?

J'étais dans la cours entrain de penser à comment Jamil se sentait à propos de moi puis... je ne m'en souviens pas.

Je regarde autour de moi. Tout est noir sauf à un endroit. On dirait chez moi, mais c'était qu'en noir, blanc et gris.

Je me rends compte que la version de moi que je vois étais jeune avec un autre garçon que je supposait être le jeune Jamil.

- "Je vois. C'est le jours... Où j'ai rencontré Jamil ! Le meilleur moment de ma vie !"

*Jeune Kalim*: "Mère, Père, qui est ce ? On dirait qu'il a ma taille !"

*Mère Kalim*: "C'est Jamil Viper. Et je te présente ses parents, Kinia Viper et Zolam Vilper. Ils seront nos serviteur à partir de maintenant."

*Mère Jamil*: "Bonjour jeune maître Kalim. Nous sommes très heureux de servir votre famille. Vous, qui ont payer nos dettes."

Le petit moi leurs souris et répond avec gentillesse.

*Jeune Kalim*: "Merci ! J'espère que vous apprécierez cette endroit !"

Puis je me vis courir vers petit Jamil. J'avais remarqué qu'il avait une expression agacé. Cela me rappelle mon égoïsme envers Jamil.

*Jeune Kalim*: "Bonjours ! Tu es... mmh... Jamil ! C'est ça ? Tu veux être mon ami ?"

*Jeune Jamil*: "Je ne peut pas jeune maître. Je ne suis que votre serviteur."

*Jeune Kalim*: "Mais si je te considère comme mon ami, j'ai le droit ! Donc tu as le droit de m'appeler Kalim et de me tutoyer !"

Je vis Jamil baisser la tête. Il avait un visage énervé en chuchotant : "Sale Gamin riche et arrogant !"

Bien-sûr le jeune moi ne l'a pas entendu et a continué de sourire.

Jamil relève la tête avec un doux sourire que maintenant, je sais qu'il était faux et répond.

*Jeune Jamil*: "Merci beaucoup Kalim. Je serai ravie d'être ton ami."

Alors que le petit moi prend la mains de Jamil, je lui crie les larmes aux yeux.

- "Arrête espèce d'idiot ! Tu ne vois pas qu'il te déteste !? Qu'il ne veut pas être ton ami... Lâche sa main ! Tu ne le mérite pas !"

La scène s'éteint pour changer de souvenirs.

Jamil et moi était un peu plus grand. Nous étions entrain de jouer à un jeux de société.

*Jeune Kalim*: "Quoi !? J'ai encore perdu ? Mmm... Je suis toujours nul à ses jeux."

*Jeune Jamil*: "Ne soit pas dessus Kalim. Tu progresses, c'est déjà bien."

*Jeune Kalim*: "Hihi ! C'est vrai ! Merci Jamil. Tu es vraiment le meilleur en jeux et mon meilleur ami !"

*Jeune Jamil*: "Ouais... Meilleurs"ami". Tu as raison Kalim."

Mais je vis une lueur de colère dans les yeux de Jamil.

- "Jamil.... Je suis vraiment désolé...."

Le souvenir repart, passant à une autre.

- "C'est bon ! J'ai compris ! Je suis un mauvais ami, je sais ! Alors arrêter de me faire regarder ses souvenirs !"

Mais personne ne me répond, me forçant juste à regarder le souvenir.

Je me souviens de se jour... C'est le jours où Jamil a commencé à souvent perdre contre moi ou à avoir de moins bonne note.

*Jeune Kalim*: "Oui ! J'ai eu un 60% ! Tu as vu Jamil ? Oh... Tu as eu un 56% ? Ne t'inquiètes pas Jamil ! Tu as juste dû être fatiguée."

*Jeune Jamil*: "Oui. Tu as sûrement raison Kalim."

Quand je vis Jamil détourner la tête en grinçant des dents et en serrant le bout de papier, je sentis des larmes coulent sans pouvoir rien contrôler.

- "Tout est de ta faute ! Ce n'est pas toi qui aurait dû avoir la meilleure note ! Ce n'est pas toi qui devrait le réconforter ! Jamil mérite plus que toi... plus que moi...."

Quand le souvenir disparaît à nouveau, je baisse la tête et laisse mes larmes tombé sur le sol.

- "S'il vous plaît... Je vous en supplie...! Arrêté de me faire voir tout ça.... J-Je n'en peux plus...!"

Mais personne ne voulait avoir pitié de moi. En même temps qui voudrait.

Je regarde donc le quatrième souvenirs.

*Jeune Kalim*: "Tu as vu Jamil ? Je suis préfet de Scarabia ! Alors à partir d'aujourd'hui. Je te choisi comme vice préfet ! Tu en dis quoi Jamil ?"

*Jeune Jamil*: "C'est bien. Je serais ton vice préfet avec plaisir à partir de maintenant."

*Jeune Kalim*: "..... Jamil..... Tu ne me trahira jamais, n'est-ce pas ?"

*Jeune Jamil*: "Bien-sur. Jamais je n'imaginerais à une chose aussi horrible que de te trahira Kalim."

Mais je pouvais voir dans ses yeux toutes la rage que Jamil avait pour moi. Puis la scène disparaît.

J'attendais qu'il y en est une autre, mais il n'y avait rien. À part les ténèbres, le silence et le lourd poids dans mon cœur. Je m'effondre sur le sol, roule sur moi-même et pleure à chaudes larmes. Je crie, hurle de douleur.

- "Pourquoi...? Pourquoi nos parents respectifs t'a fait autant de mal ? Pourquoi JE t'ai fait du mal !? Je ne suis pas ton ami.... Je suis ta souffrance.... Peut-être... que ça aurait été mieux que je soit meurs quand tu as Overblot... J-Je suis tellement d-désolé Jamil."

.........

"KALIM !!!"

Retour au présent :

- "Mmh...aaahh..." la première chose que je vis devant moi était le visage de Jamil, qui était inquiet.

- "Kalim ? Ça va ? Comment te sens-tu ?"

Voir son visage me donne les larmes aux yeux.

- "Jamil....?"

- "Oui, c'est moi. Qu'est-ce qu'il y a ?"

D'un coup je craque et sanglotes en emmenant mes mains vers mes yeux.

- "!? Kalim ? Pourquoi tu pleu-"

- "Je... Je suis tellement désolée J-Jamil !!! Je... Je suis un si m-mauvais ami ! E-Excuse-moi pour tout ce qui s'est passé !!!"

Jamil soupira, m'aide à m'asseoir et prit la parole.

- "Bordel... Tu es vraiment un gamin insolent et stupide ! Je ne t'en veux plus ! Se sont nos parents qui ont dicté notre avenir. Je suis ton serviteur et tu es mon maître, et cela ne changera jamais. Je t'ai pris pour responsable car tu étais tellement aveugle sur ma douleur que j'ai commencé à te haïr."

- "Je... suis déso-"

Mais Jamil me coupe.

- "Arrête de t'excuser ! Sérieusement... Je n'aurais pas dû te mettre la faute déçu en premier lieu, tu n'y peux rien aux décisions de tes parents. Alors arrêter de te blâmer pour tout et redevient le Kalim joyeux et ennuyeux qu'on connait."

- "..... Mais-"

- "Pas de "mais", Kalim. Soit juste toi-même, compris Idiot ?"

Je hoche la tête, essuie mes larmes et souri. Puis je saute sur Jamil pour lui faire un câlin.

Au début, il me crit dessus et essaye de me repousser, mais abandonne, sachant que je suis très têtu et entoure ses bras autour de moi pour me calmer.

Un jour, quand nous serons adulte, je te promets Jamil. Je te laisserai libre. Mais cette fois, sans faire d'Overblot.

Je te le promets !

Fin du One-shot !

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