All That's Left is Scarab Beatles {Krissy}

[Augusta Davingoun]

Nobody thought something this sever could happen. Even the slaves who shared the same master as him never thought he could be brought down so... easily. He seemed weak and frail, to the point of indescribable shock. That's why the four slaves who were helping the eldest gasped loudly when the scene unfolded in front of them. The youngest, Mary-Jane, was the latest slave Jouhnin Takanami possessed. She was 6 when she was taken, and she was 8 now, she had known him for 2 years and had never seen him falter or fall by Jounins hand. She was youngest and therefore didn't do any major jobs. She folded Jou's laundry, cooked, cleaned, folded clothes, and made tea. The seconds oldest, Elizabeth, was 11, and did mostly the easy things that Mary-Jane could not. The other two were a set of brown-haired twins, Lilly and Daisy, both 14, who did most of the heavy work, considering they were tomboys at heart. But to all the girl slaves of Jouhnin-Sama, Augusta was a saint. And when the fight began, they couldn't believe their eyes.

Mary-Jane saw the whole thing from start to finish, she wanted to look away but the curiousness of humanity forced her to watch. She was pouring her master some tea, he loved the china decorated in swans the best. Jou wasn't even angry, he was leaning against his bed, smoking his long wooden pipe and breathing easy. She stopped when the cup was just about full and Augusta, followed by Kit, came in. The dark-haired boy stopped, he was limping, and looked a lot paler then normal. Jouhnin stood asking him to go find a certain slave and bring him. Jouhnin's voice said that the slave was in trouble and that Jouhnin was angry, Mary-Jane could tell. Augusta knew it to and said no defiantly. Then began the fight. there was no hesitation as Jouhnin beat Augusta furiously. The master was already angry and had no patience for Augusta's heroic measures. So Jouhnin beat him 'till Mary-Jane could finally pull her eyes away from the scene, by then the three other slaves came out and found them. Mary-Jane saw how easily Augy fell to the blows and rushed over when the other slaves came out. Jouhnin stopped and let her protect Augusta from death. But he didn't do anything to help when the girls proceeded to carry him to the hospital. He just watched them do it, not moving a finger.

So there Augusta lay, in a white room in the intensive care unit. The nurses fought Kris off to keep him out of the room 'till they were sure it was okay. The Frenchman was barely conscious and passed out when the others doctors and nurses were patching up his gaping wounds that would not stop bleeding. Three nurses had to force Kris into a room and lock him in there 'till the head nurse came out to them, telling them to stand aside.

Gloria, the head nurse, and very good friends of Kristopher and Augusta, unlocked the door to the room Kristopher was being kept captive. She then opened the door slowly and stood in the doorway, her brown hair tossed over her shoulder. She blocked the doorway and looked at the blond. " Are you ready to behave or do I have to leave you in here?" she asked seriously.

This was not a laughing matter. The Frenchman resembled more of a mummy then a human. He had two needles, one to an IV and the other to a blood bag. His face was bandaged except for his mouth and right eye and he really did look like an Egyptian corpse.

[Kristopher Roberts]

Kristopher's day had started out normal, he got up, feed Ken then went out to do his chores after kissing Augusta good bye and tell him to stay out of mischief. Then he went about his thing, running into random things as he worked. Kristopher still hadn't been used to his blind eye and figuring out what to avoid and where things where.

So when the informationwas spreading about Augusta coming to the hospital, Kristopher only groaned and beat his head into the nearest chart, figuring the injury was that of the normal wounded Augusta. However, it was different this time. He didn't see Augusta but he heard about his condition a few moments later.

Kristopher had flipped his lid and went to help aid his lover only to be stopped by Gloria and the others. They had pointed out that Kristopher working at Augusta was a seriously bad idea. For the simple reason that Kristopher wasn't fully adjusted to his new life style of being a single eye seering, he was still healing and the stress would not do him any good and might cause more harm to Augusta then good.

It was true but the blond wouldn't let up. He wanted to go to his lover right then and there and his rage of not being able too caused him to be locked away for the frist time ever, Kristopher had been locked away in the hosptial, unable to help. It was also the frist time in Kristopher for the tame uke to go into a raging fit so bad that he caused more harm to room then anything that he had been locked in.

It was only hours later that he was being released by Gloria. The blond had settle down and was looking at her as if she betrayed him in some form.

" Are you ready to behave or do I have to leave you in here?"

"I was behaving to begin with, its you that wouldn't let me go to him." He said, hurt more then angry even though now with time to think, he understood why he hadn't been allowed to go orginial. He agreed mentally it was the best thing for him not to be there, but he still did not like it. Not one bit.

There was a long pause before Dr. Robert stood and moved towards Gloria, has faced soften to that of a helpless little boy. "Is he okay?" he asked, but knowing very well that it was a stupid question. "...I told him not to get into fights...but he never listens to me...ever..." He sounded so defeated right then and there.

[Augusta Davingoun]

"I was behaving to begin with, its you that wouldn't let me go to him."

Gloria sighed deeply at the look Kris gave her when she opened the door. He looked at him as he stood up. She sighed again, softer this time. " You were panicking, plus your still not used to the eye, you should have backed off. We had it under control... " she said and ran a hand through her hair. She watched as his face changed so rapidly from hurt to pleading.

"Is he okay?"

Gloria's face when soft, she was normally a strong and independent woman, very down-to-earth. She was approaching 30 after all. She looked 21 though, beautiful lady too. Her face showed age though. " No..." she said at first, " He lost too much blood and his heart rate keeps spiking like crazy, his windpipe was almost crushed... he's not even really awake yet... he could easily fall into a coma." she said truthfully. She couldn't sugar-coat this to Kris, he needed to hear it straight.

"...I told him not to get into fights...but he never listens to me...ever..."

The older woman sighed again. She took the blonds wrist and started heading towards the ICU. " Jouhnin started this. Mary-Jane said Jouhnin asked Augy to bring a child to him to be punished and Augusta refused. Mary said Jou beat him 'till he stopped moving... Apparently Augusta tried to protect himself but seemed too sick... too weak to..." At that Gloria looked over and gave Kris a serious look before stopping at the closed door of Augusta's room.

" Kristopher... is there something I need to know?" she asked, with a death grip on his wrist.

[Kristopher Roberts]

It's true, he had panicked but still, he wanted to be there and he had been denied. He supposed this is how Augusta felt when Kristopher had gotten seriously ill in the winter, where he had to be moved to his Mistress room to recover because of the cold...and because of Honest. Even though he had been helpless then, cold, sick and then twisted...he recovered but still he was never the same nor would he be ever again.

The same could go for Augusta after this near death experience, minus the Honest parts.

Kris looked hopeful as he awaited the answer and as soon as he heard the word no, his heart fell to his feet and crashed into a million pieces once again. He wasn't sure how he could stand to see his heart fall again, what was this? The sixtieth time now, every time Augusta got hurt it crashed and now it was shattered by this simple word, no and possibly coma. He could slip into it...and then there would be nothing Kris could do.

They didn't have the medical technology to handle a coma. Kristopher almost lost it right then and there. But he was made to be strong, out of the two lovers Kristopher had always been the strong one in the terms of emotions. He had learned to take control of them long ago...but recently he had been letting go of it to try and be more human for Augusta and less robotic. But now it seemed it might be his downfall.

"I see." He said softly, not knowing what else to say, he really didn't feel like talking anymore and so he let Gloria lead him through the hospital maze of hallways to get to ICU, a place he had been in many times and where many, many souls had died because of a lack of medicine or equipment to save their lives. Now Augusta was in there, Kris was sure if he could take this...all of this...

But now he knew what happened, Jou was responsible for this and rage blossomed into Kristopher like a spring flower...bad metaphor for him but true. However, he eased it away, anger would do nothing for Augusta here and getting himself hurt while confronting his lovers master would achieve nothing.

" Kristopher... is there something I need to know?"

"Too sick, too weak." he repeated as he looked away, feeling lost. "That isn't his role, it's mine..." God, had they switched roles? He looked at Gloria for a long moment and sighed. "Augusta's been...ill...and I'm not sure what's wrong. I've tried looking it up Gloria...but I...I can't read well. I don't understand the words...not even with what Augusta's been teaching me..." he said softly, feeling his world spinning out of control.

"There's a high possibility," he choked on his words for a moment, "that he could leave me, isn't there, Gloria."

[Augusta Davingoun]

"Too sick, too weak. That isn't his role, it's mine..."

Gloria sighed. She did this a lot when dealing with these dumb kids. She stood, her hand slowly went to Kris's hand, holding it strongly, hoping that it might help him keep his emotions better. She watched as he started to change yet again. She could tell Kris was on the verge of crying. She was old enough to see that for sure. She was deciding weather or not she should show Kris his lover. Not in his lovers condition.

"Augusta's been...ill...and I'm not sure what's wrong. I've tried looking it up Gloria...but I...I can't read well. I don't understand the words...not even with what Augusta's been teaching me..."

Gloria sighed yet again. She looked away and then looked back into Kris's green orbs. " Well, I'll help you, but whatever he's got fucked him up. His nose and throat have been bleeding like crazy. He's lost enough blood to shock even myself. He bruises at the touch of a hand and has rashes everywhere that isn't bruised of cut... he looks nearly dead... it's serious..." she said, trying to put it a bit softer then she normally would.

"There's a high possibility, that he could leave me, isn't there, Gloria."

Gloria looked at the blond for a good minute, her face changing slowly to guilt. " Kristopher.... Kris..." she paused and looked to the door. " I... Yes... if he doesn't stop bleeding or goes into cardiac arrest, or falls into a coma, or his windpipe finally collapses... he doesn't have much of a chance..."

The woman then prepared for tears...

[Kristopher Roberts]

Kristopher looked Gloria in the eyes as she spoke to him, then slowly as if defeated by some unseen force the boy lowered his head. "Then we will just have to make sure nothing happens." He knew there was nothing he could do about the situation now, even though he would like to believe he could help. He couldn't.

The blond tugged on his locks with his free hand, pulling a few curls out by accident, not realizing the force he had been using to try and keep himself as calm as a robot. He had to keep himself in check, crying wouldn't do a damn bit of good. None at all!

The blond pulled his hand away from Gloria's, he turned towards Augusta's door and opened it, looked in, then slowly closed it. He turned his back to the wall and slid down it slowly. He sat on the floor by the door, looking stunned and then slowly lowered his face into his hands. But he did not cry, no he just sat there for a long moment.

"He doesn't understand does he." He siad slowly, looking at the floor with a stunned experssion that soon turned depressed. He couldn't lie, seeing Augusta like that, even just a glimpse made him sick to his stomach. Because he was helpless, nothing he could do for him now. All he could do would talk to him and stay by him. But right now, Kristopher couldn't do that, he wasn't strong enough to.

"He's a human, not a boogie. He's damn lucky to even touch twenty one...and here he is trying to get himself killed. Why can't he just listen to an order and be good?" His voice cracked then, "He's killing me Gloria, he knows I can't take this, seeing him like that and still...he does it anyways. Does he secretly hate me?" He laughed then and not a pleasant one either.

"God, I could punch him if he wasn't already injured." said the blond as silent tears went down his pale face. "Right in the mouth."

[Augusta Davingoun]

Gloria was completely silent. She let go of Kris's hand, watched him carefully. She didn't like any of this at all. She knew this wasn't anyone's fault but a Boogies, it always was. She watched as he slid down the wall, dropping his head. She walked over to him, slowly getting down on her knees in front of him.

"He doesn't understand does he. He's a human, not a boogie. He's damn lucky to even touch twenty one...and here he is trying to get himself killed. Why can't he just listen to an order and be good? He's killing me Gloria, he knows I can't take this, seeing him like that and still...he does it anyways. Does he secretly hate me?"

Gloria smiled softly at first but frowned towards the ends of his speech. She sighed softly, brushed her hair behind her ear and sat her hands on her knees. " Kris..." she said softly, " Augusta will never do that... he's a restless spirit. I know it's corny to say that but... I have known him since he showed up here... and not even once did he conform to anyone's standards. He doesn't take anybodies shit, he cannot follow orders and will not let anybody get the best of him. He's calculating and cunning and rebellious. He doesn't take care of himself... He thinks he's untouchable, if he doesn't think that he'd never leave his room." She paused then, " He's not purposely hurting you Kristopher... He's unruly and difficult that's for sure. But he would never hurt himself to make you hurt... He loves you more then anything in the entire world. But the boy has the strongest heart and soul I have ever seen..."

When he started crying Gloria put a hand under ris's chin and forced him to look at her. " He is brave and honorable and kind. He would never let an innocent person be hurt, he never gives in to anyone. He's a lot stronger then everyone thinks he is. He's a leader, Kristopher. He will sacrifice everything to keep people safe, including you... You yelling at him won't do any good." she smiled softly.

" Either you take the boy as he is, flaws and honor and pride and all... or you leave him. You cannot force him to change who he is inside Kris..." she paused again, " You can't change a man with that much strength here..." she said putting her free hand over her heart. " Please... just tell him it hurts, and if he loves you enough now... he will try to stop... but it'd be like forcing you to stop being kind, to stop being who you are..."

[Kristopher Roberts]

"You're telling me things I already know, I'm just a whiny selfish bitch. All there is too it, Gloria." Kristopher said through a sniffle. He ran a hand over one of his eyes and he didn't say much more after that. He just sat there and looked at the old woman and then to the floor.

He understood Augusta being a leader type and wanting to help people. But there was different ways, he didn't have to throw his fist around. He could do what Kristopher did, hide people and stand up. Granted, Kristopher was never one to stand up for himself and so he always let the boogies do as they pleased. He took shit from the monsters unlike Augusta, Kris never had a fighting spirit. He took things as they came, followed the rules. Did everything he could to make life worth living and watch the out for the younger children. He took his own fair share of abuse for hiding children.

But still...

He had something now, he had Augusta and so he thought more carefully on matters but he never gave anyone up. Not unless he had too. So he understood everything but he just couldn't handle it he supposed. "I'm just tired of this, I know I can't change him...but just one day...just one, I would like him to come home without any marks from fighting or abuse. It would be like Christmas, but thats like telling my body not to try and kill me...it doesn't work."

He sighed soflty once again, "I won't leave him, but its hard for me to deal with this...sometimes I do wonder if it's worth coming back to him. Or wonder if I just left with corvus or Abel, what would happen. But..." He leaned his head back against the wall, "I can't see myself with them. All I can see is Augusta. So I can't leave him, even if I tired. It wouldn't work. I would be right back here, sitting on this floor again and whinning about him and his stupid stubborn streak."

He laughed a little, finding himself the worst boyfriend ever, but he didn't say that outloud. Gloria would correct him and tell Kris he was a good person but Kris knew better.

"You think he will wake up?" he paused, "He's going to be pissed..."

[Augusta Davingoun]

"I'm just tired of this, I know I can't change him...but just one day...just one, I would like him to come home without any marks from fighting or abuse. It would be like Christmas, but that's like telling my body not to try and kill me...it doesn't work."

Gloria sighed for the billionth time. Making Augusta not fight would be like taking candy from a baby. Augy liked to rebel, he loved the thrill of a good fight. He loved that rush of adrenaline. Beating Boogies, even if he got a bit roughed up too, was something he enjoyed, like a dangerous hobby. Pain was not something that really affected Augusta. His pain tolerance was unbelievably high, so he rarely even felt it when a Boogie hit him. That's usually what hurt him most, because he couldn't feel it, he didn't know when he needed to run away. His pride always got caught up in it too, he refused to let any innocent person be harmed and so when he saw anything that didn't conform to his morals, he changed it. Even if he had to use force. The true talents of a leader. Traits he gained from his father. Gloria looked over then then back to Kris, " I'd be like telling water not to be wet..." she said quietly. She stayed silent for awhile as Kris spoke again though, giving him time.

"You think he will wake up? He's going to be pissed..."

Gloria smiled, " Yeah he'll wake up, I'm not sure for how long. He's been out for five hours now, he should wake up soon. We got re-stocked by a generous Boogie, so we have plenty of pain medication, so those should help ease him back into reality with us. "

She paused then, " Kristopher, he doesn't have the energy to be pissed right now..."

[Kristopher Roberts]

Kristopher rolled his eyes lightly, "No, but he will later on, I can promise you the first word out of his mouth will be my name followed by a few choice words." He stated simply and did not move from his spot on the ground, the tears soon stopped but still he did not get up. He tilted his head towards the door that blocked his view of his treasured person.

A sigh escaped his lips as he rubbed his single eye, the only working one that he would ever have. He needed to take better care of it and stop rubbing it so hard, he didn't need to go blind. That was a sure way to get his throat slashed by a boogie.

Kristopher was silent then for a long moment as he stared at the door before asking, "Am I a coward for not wanting to go in there?" he asked softly, head touching the wall as he leaned back into it. Kristopher should go in, he knew Augusta would go into the room and sit by his side if he was the one hurt like that, hell if it was anyone else Kristopher would be immune to seeing such a thing. But it wasn't anyone else, it was Augusta. Someone important too him.

"I want too go in, but I can't, not right now." He stated softly.

[Augusta Davingoun]

"No, but he will later on, I can promise you the first word out of his mouth will be my name followed by a few choice words."

Gloria smiled, her smile this time was a humorous one. She could bet $100 that Augy would say a 'few choice words,' but that when he saw Kris, he would be the happiest man alive. But she would keep that to herself. Instead she put her hands on her knees and watched as Kris looked to the door.l

"Am I a coward for not wanting to go in there?"

"Of course not..." Gloria replied, " If it were someone I loved in there... I would never want to go in and see them like that..."

"I want too go in, but I can't, not right now."

Gloria frowned at this, she knew all Kris needed was a push. In order to really get Kristopher to overcome the fact that Augy was hurt, he needed a push to get into that room. So Gloria made her moves. She stood up, grabbed Kristopher by the upper arms and dragged him to his feet. He put a strong finger on his chest and gave him a dark scowl. " Dammit kid... you keep whining about how you can't go in there, but you still don't want him to die..." she said, poking him in the chest. " Well, what the hell is keeping him going if your not in there. I bet you ten to one that if your in their holding his hand, he will make it through this. If he knows your here for him, it gives him the strength to make it through this..."

Gloria then opened the door and shoved Kristopher into the room, closing the door behind him...

[Kristopher Roberts]

Talk about getting reality shoved into your face. Kristopher opened his mouth to say something but the words never came out as he got told off and shoved into the hosptial room. Shocked and uncertain how to handle this, he hit the closed door and yelled at Gloria, "I can be a whiny bitch if I want too!" He cried out...then lowered his voice, "I'm just afraid..."

He lowered his fist that was resting on the door and turned to look at the mummy Augy. The blond licked his lips and slowly made his way towards Augusta. He wasn't sure if he could handle all of this right now but Gloria was right, he needed to make up his mind. But Kristopher was never really good at that.

His steps carried him over to Augusta, he looked at the injuries and sighed softly, pinching the crown of his nose. "God, your a real mess." He said softly, not meaning to be mean but trying to get over this awkward mess of sorting out emotions. God, Kristopher never could understand his emotions let alone express himself well with them.

"I won't lie...I'm mad. Upset and frightened." He admitted as if Augusta was listening to him. The boy dropped his hand and held onto Augusta's not tightly but just enough to let the boy know he wasn't alone. "But I still want you and so you need to get better or else...else..." he wasn't sure what do or say, so he went retarded. "I'll cry again and I won't stop!" Oh wow, what a threat...sounded like a five year old..

[Augusta Davingoun]

Gloria smiled like a cat when she heard Kris yell and then scampered off to go take care of someone else. Such an evil woman.

And the blond was right, Augy was a mess. But as he was sleeping, he had no dreams. All he saw was a black cloud, but as he stood in his black dream he felt a warmth on his hand. He wanted to wake up, he really did. He couldn't see who it was and that seemed okay. Everything felt better then before. Maybe he wasn't as alone...

"But I still want you and so you need to get better or else...else... I'll cry again and I won't
stop!"

Augusta could feel the hand on his and he heard the voice. He slowly, curled his bandaged hand around Kris's. It was a weak grip but, it was still there. Slowly he opened his left eye, his nearly black orb started at Kris with a soft glance. And for the first time since Jouhnin's beating he actually spoke.

" I...k--knew y--you'd be... h--here..." he said softly. His voice sounded like someone had ripped the inside of his throat. His voice was weak and scratchy and pained, but he didn't hesitate. " I... knew... " he paused and coughed hard for a minute, swallowing the blood, the taste of iron lingering in his mouth. " I... K--knew you'd b--be here f--for m...m--me"

[Kristopher Roberts]

Kristopher looked down at Augusta, biting his lower lip in order to keep himself pieced together, crying right now wouldn't do him a bit of damn good. Once he saw that black eye look at him and the hand hold his he about lost it right then and there, but the one eye blond knew better then to actually cry.

"Yeah, I'm here...of course I would be." he tried to sound reassuring, trying to sound happy even though he felt like he was being shattered all over again. Scenes played in his head of how bad this could go, how its possible that right now Augusta could be leaving him and not even know it. So the blond bit his lip again. "I'll be here as much as I can...but don't try talking...you'll make yourself worse."

"And me..."

But he didn't admit that part out loud. Slowly, the blond sat on the edge of the bed, making sure not to sit on anything important or his lover's injured legs. "Just--just rest and stuff, and you'll be fine in no time at all. A--a--and we have plenty of medicine for you and so you won't hurt and antibiotics...s--so..you can heal faster...G--gloria will help when Im not here and everything..." His voice was cracking as much as he was trying not to let it.

Augusta didn't need to see him cry. It wouldn't do him any good...it would only stress him. "And...and we have better food now...I...I..." what did he want to say? He had no clue. He seemed to be forgetting everything as his thin hand started to shake within Augusta's.

[Augusta Davingoun]

"I'll be here as much as I can...but don't try talking...you'll make yourself worse."

Augusta smiled softly, his nose was bandaged but his mouth and neck were not, it was the only place he wasn't bruised or bleeding. His right eye was cut though, not bad enough to make him a carbon copy of Kris, but he would have a scar. Jouhnin did that one on purpose, and Augy knew it. Augusta let out a pained breath and blinked slowly.

"Just--just rest and stuff, and you'll be fine in no time at all. A--a--and we have plenty of medicine for you and so you won't hurt and antibiotics...s--so..you can heal faster...G--gloria will help when Im not here and everything..."

Augusta listened, but his small smile faded. " K--Kris.... K--Kris..." but the blond kept talking. Augy felt the pale boys hand shake in his and Augy slowly managed to let go of Kristopher's hand.

"And...and we have better food now...I...I..."

It seemed crazy, but with all the meds he was on, plus how used to pain he already was, he moved a lot more then was good for him. He reached up, grabbed the blond by the side of the head and pulled him downwards, putting the blonds head on his collarbone. Sure it was pretty damn painful, but Augusta didn't let it show.

" Kris... shut up..."