This is a very short songfic. It's complete, but I've separated it in chapters in order to cause the most pain I could afford.

The music is: Rokutousei no yoru, the ending of the anime No.6. However, I highly recommend the version you may find in youtube under the name "[Vietsub] Rokutousei no Yoru".

I also listened a lot of Interstellar songs, especially this cover that you can find in youtube as: "Interstellar - Main Theme - Hans Zimmer (Epic instrumental/piano cover)".

The picture you see is from the doujinshi "Hanabi", by Bubun hanten and Isshi rai.

Warning: I didn't do a proper research about japanese culture nor history. This is a random story, so don't expect any historical accuracy. Also, English is not my first language, so I may mess up. Please correct me and help me to improve, thank you so much.

And...

I'm sorry. I hope you forgive me ;_;

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It's a warm night when his father summons him.

He waits for his heart to settle before entering the room. The dim light doesn't hide the man's withering features and the crickets' serenade coming from the inner courtyard merely embellishes the last words his illness hasn't stolen from him.

"This must come to an end".

It's the last thing his father asks from him.

He takes the frail hand between his without losing his smile. Not even now.

"It shall be done, father."

Oikawa Tooru, half-orphan and half-emperor, always honors his word.

傷ついたときは そっと包みこんでくれたらうれしい

Hinata Shouyou considers himself to be very lucky, even if the servants from the household say otherwise.

To begin with, he knows he's lucky to have been born and he's definitely lucky his father was benevolent enough to grant him a little nook inside the stable next to the main house. He even has been given a job as a horse caretaker.

And all this in exchange of the simple, most important promise of not talking to the lady of the house, his step-mother ―for she just cannot stand the sole idea his father had been able to love another woman before her (and a common maid, for Lord's sake!).

Because he did love her, he tells himself. Of course he had loved her; had it been any other way, how could it be possible for him to exist? He always plays to tell his parents love-story to a one-person audience.

His younger sister, Natsu.

To him, she's the house's real lady. And everyone treats her that way, too. But Natsu really is a lady, unlike him, who's gotten that nickname as a mock because of his feminine looks, what with his soft jaws and the thin, scarce body hair that covers him.

(Shouyou always replies that this is due to his young age, that he will develop later, but repeating these words over and over he has turned nineteen and still keeps an androgynous and very hairless face and body).

However, none of this really matters to him; he just cares about his horses and his love for Natsu. If his friends in the stable and his little sister are alright, he can happily say he needs nothing else.

This is why, when everything comes crashing down, Shouyou hugs Natsu for the last time and watches her go away riding the best horse he could provide by his best friend's side, another stable-boy called Koushi.

Yes, Shouyou could have run away with them but he knows the three of them wouldn't have make it far.

Because Shouyou doesn't ignore the fact that the enemy's clan thirsts for the Hinata's family last drop of blood. His father's blood, his step-mother's blood and his sister's blood, because he's just a stain in history books.

So he waits patiently for them to claim his sister's part, dressed up with Natsu's most expensive clothes. Because he will gladly offer his instead.

It doesn't even count as deceiving, really, for they still will be spilling Hinata's blood.

Shouyou prays for a swift death and for the murderer's pity of his deceased body: they must not discover his true identity. They must not discover his little sister is still alive somewhere.

When the household is completely silent and the door to Natsu's room begins to slide, Shouyou only regrets his inability to save his father and step-mother.

He keeps his gaze locked on the horizon through the window as he waits for the cold steel piercing his guts.

But it never comes.

Reviews, plz? It gets better, I promise.

Pequeña.