#17 – Soups

All 18 members of the Liberation Force

AU – Slight M for certain conversation *Snickers*

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‘They really liked their soup’ was all Capell could think as he watched, wide eyed, at the sight the two people made. He was on his fifth helping on his soup while she was working on her fourth.

Everyone else was having soup, courtesy of Aya and Rucha, but they were not having as much as Father, that still felt weird, and Seraphina were. Capell knew that Sigmund and Seraphina loved soup, they had mentioned it before but to see them going through the soup like there was no tomorrow made him think there would be no more soup for tomorrow.

Most people would not be worried about that, they could always buy more products to make soup but these people were not in the middle of a battle therefore they were not camped out in a cave with limited amount of stuff. Capell did not really feel like facing more monsters just to get items off them for cooking – it was bad enough with snakeskins and bat wings.

Capell shuddered at the thought; he remembered how pleased Rucha had been that she had cooked her first soup. Aya had been doubtful over the soup but eventfully gave in and allowed Rucha to make the soup. Even Sigmund had a hard time enjoying the soup. It was quite fascinating to see him try and pretend he was enjoying the soup so he didn’t hurt the little girl’s feeling…not that her own twin brother had tried, informing her that she needed to cook the bat longer so it was tender.

Edward just stared at the meal as if the bat was still alive and was trying to trick him into a false sense of security. Capell had half-expected Edward to grab his sword and attack the bowl just to make sure the bat was completely and surely 100% dead.

Eugene just sighed, muttering about something how he had faced this before and he would be able to face it again. That resulted in a glare from their leader, startling him and Aya, as they had never seen him react like that to anyone. Eugene did not seem to find the glare as scary as they did, smiling pleasantly toward the younger man.

No, this was more amazing than anything he had ever seen, even more than when he first saw his father cut the chain. Capell frowned to himself, it was still weird to call Sigmund ‘Father’ and even weirder to know that his own father was the same age as him.

Edward had lost his temper shortly after the ‘Crimson Chain event’ that everyone was now naming it. Sigmund had nearly scarified his own life for Capell by jumping up to Leonid to stop him from sending a blast of power toward him. Thankfully, Dmitri had pulled Sigmund off just before the blast overtook Leonid and Dmitri, assumingly destroying them both.

Sigmund had landed on the ground quite hard as a result that he fell into a coma and was out of commission for two weeks. Those two weeks were hell for everyone else, as they had to deal with unanswered questions and Edward’s violent temper. More than once, he had taken it out on Capell, physically.

He only stopped when Sigmund had awoken to see Edward and Capell in a scuffle right on the floor next to his bed and ordered Edward to get off his son, startling everyone into silence before Edward demanded in a very loud voice – just what did he mean by his son!?

Sigmund told everyone of his tale, which he used to be an Aristo, called Volsung and was the King of Casandra. He had been married, Michelle had to sit down at that point, and his wife had given birth to his child only for the child to be born under an eclipse.

He explained how he had antagonised over a decision before he had bent to pressure and gave in, allowing his men to take the baby away. He explained how, at the last minute, he had slipped a note in with the blanket, begging his men to give his baby a chance at life as the baby would grow up to be an honourable and kind man, that he would be named Capell.

It had taken Sigmund a while to explain that his wife died because of his actions. She had blamed him for giving into pressure, that she had loved her son no matter what and in the process, she had fallen into grief and died as a result, unable to deal with the loss of her child.

Unable to deal with the loss of his wife and child in a span of a month, Volsung had turned his back on everything he knew and turned to a good friend of his. She had been moved by his plea that she agreed to remove his lunaglyph. He had planned that he would go back to Casandra to look for his son so they could grow up together and bring honour back to Casandra but unfortunately, the removal of the Lunaglyph had unforeseen consequences. It had restored him back to a newborn state.

Sigmund explained how he had always felt that he was missing something as he grew up and it was only until he had undergone the Luna Rite, he had received his memories, understanding why he felt something was missing and why he felt that he Capell.

Capell had stared at his father for a long moment before he stormed out of the room, unable to deal with his feelings. Aya followed him, allowing him to vent out his anger as he grabbed his sword and attacked a stone statue outside on the balcony before he collapsed to his knees, sobbing.

Aya had knelt in front of him, wrapping her arms around his neck as he threw his arms around her waist, holding onto her as she comforted him. It took a while for him to calm down and once he had, he told Aya his childhood, everything he had gone through because he was an unblessed.

Once he was finished, Aya just kissed his forehead and told him that none of it mattered now as he was with them and they did not care if he was a prince or an unblessed, he was still Capell to them. He thanked her by kissing her before pulling away, apologising. Aya had shut him up by kissing him herself, startling him before he relaxed into the kiss.

There had been a cough behind them and they broke to see Edward standing behind them, looking awkward. He apologised for his actions and explained that Sigmund wanted to see Capell.

Capell had gone to see Sigmund and explained everything that he had gone through due to being an unblessed. Sigmund told him that he wasn’t looking to be his father, that he knew that he had no right to ask for that position but Capell had told him that he would like it if Sigmund could fill that role because all of his life, he had wanted a father.

Sigmund had been shocked and choked up before he nodded and Capell broke the mood by saying that he would not mind having Michelle as his stepmother, getting a swat over the head from his father and a half-hearted glare.

Returning back to the present, Capell came out of his thoughts and looked up to see that Sigmund and Seraphina were filling their bowls once more. Shaking his head, he wondered just where all the soup went.

“Capell…” a hand waved in front of his face, breaking him out of his thoughts and he travelled up the arm to see the concerned green eyes of its owner, “Are you okay?” she asked, reaching out to touch his forehead, “You haven’t touched your food.”

“What?” Michelle looked up, startled at the news. She stood up, crossed the small space between her and Capell, and placed her hand on his forehead after Aya removed hers, content to let the healer do her job. “He is feeling a little warm.”

“He’s sick?” Edward peered at Capell with concern clear on the usual stoic expression.

“I wouldn’t be surprised if he was,” Aya retorted, planting her hands on her waist and glaring at the blue-haired man. “Someone has been pushing him too hard with the trainings and you made him run in the rain for two hours!”

“Hey, I was ordered to train him and he needs to learn how to fight in all weather condition. The Dreadknight is hardly going to wait until the weather clears up to have a fair fight,” Edward reminded. Aya shook her head.

“It doesn’t matter, if Capell is sick, we can’t go anywhere until he is feeling better,” Aya informed him before she glared at Sigmund as he opened his mouth to protest. “He’s your son! You should be concerned for his health!” Sigmund arched an eyebrow at the girl before he looked at Capell, who just shrugged and smiled sheepishly, he had learned his lesson in keeping out of Aya’s way whenever she was worried.

“He doesn’t look ill,” Rico spoke up from where he was sitting in front of the fire with a large stick in his hand with a marshmallow at the top.

“He’s all flushed,” pointed out Rucha before she frowned. “He usually looks like that after he and Aya have disappeared for a while – usually making out.”

“Rucha!” cried Aya, shocked. “What makes you think that?” Rucha rolled her eyes.

“You always make these noises whenever Capell kisses your neck and Capell makes this noise when your hand in his…”

“Ok!” Capell and Aya cried together, trying to stop Rucha from saying anything else.

“I’ve noticed that as well,” Komachi spoke up; unaware of what she was adding to the fire. “There was that point when I spotted Aya on her knees in front…”

“What do you all do?” exploded Capell, trying to keep everyone silent. “Follow us just to see what we are up to?” Edward snickered as he tried to hide his face from the group. The adults just smiled knowingly to themselves while Seraphina frowned in confusion.

“Isn’t it respectful for Aya to kneel in front of Capell? He is a prince after all,” she pointed out, eliciting more stifled snickers from Edward while Kristofer sighed.

“My darling, they were talking about in a sexual term rather than a respectable term,” he explained, grasping her gloved hand in his. He pressed a kiss to the back of her hand. “I will explain it later; there are young children present after all.”

“Why don’t ya just tell us?” Vic asked, curious. “I mean, we have to learn at some point, don’t cha?”

“This conversation is over,” Sigmund spoke up, his tone brook no arguments. He could see that his son and girlfriend was now beginning to blush harder from the situation and he was not pleased to hear about his son’s sex life. A father could live some things without knowing.

“Aya, if you ever need any tips, just ask me. After all, I am dating Sigmund and I’m sure Father and Son tend to have the same taste,” Michelle told her. Aya just gaped at her while Sigmund blanched before rubbing his forehead. Capell just shot his father a disgusted look, the last thing a son wants to hear about is his father’s sex-life, no matter how hot the woman may be.

“Michelle, I don’t think that would be helpful,” Sigmund spoke up. Michelle looked at him, curious before shrugging and turning back to Capell.

“Were you having sexual thoughts about Aya during dinner?” Michelle asked. “That could explain why your temperature is up and why you look all flushed.” Aya stuttered as she gaped at the back of Michelle’s head in disbelief.

“Sexual thoughts?” chorused the twins, curious.

“Something you will learn when you are older,” barked Balbagan, sending Michelle a glare to keep those thoughts to herself.

“That’s what everyone says,” muttered Rico, not pleased.

“Well, Capell?” Michelle continued as if the conversation had not happened. Capell shook his head.

“No, I was just fascinated by how much Father and Seraphina really likes soup – they haven’t stopped to breathe,” Capell admitted. The gang stared at him before the twins burst out laughing, Michelle tutted under her breath before scolding Capell for worrying her, Vic just rolled his eyes as he juggled with his knives and Aya slapped Capell up the back of his head.

“All in a night’s work,” remarked Edward, grinning, obviously amused with the situation. Capell just shrugged as he rubbed the back of his head, hoping to rub the sting away and flinching under the glare that his girlfriend had sent him, it looked like he was going to be sleeping by himself for a while now.

The End

Poor Capell, huh?

Now, why could they not have done that to Sigmund rather than making him give himself up for Capell? I would have loved to see a father/son scene between the two of them when they both knew! *grumbles that game directors are plotting against her*