How to Make a Sinner Sleep - Chapter 10: Chapter 10

Kaden kept his head lowered, more out of boredom than fear.
"I've heard you've been having fun recently, little brother." The man said with a sneer from where he sat on the bed, one leg crossed—much like a cheap villain in a novel, thought Kaden as his knees burned from kneeling. "Your efforts are commendable."
Honestly, he'd been getting a little distracted with his classes, that he almost forgot about this man who was defined by hatred.
In the end, he could never forget.
"I'm merely following your orders, Reed."
The other laughed sharply, both amused and hateful. "There's a new edge to your tone, dog. Watch yourself."
Kaden lifted his gaze leisurely. "Whatever do you mean?"
"Do you think it's wise for a dog to bark at their master?"
"Perhaps that bark is a warning," A quirk curled at the edge of his lips, almost taunting. "Dogs bite, don't they?"
Reed stared at him silently, a vision adjusted to not meet Kaden's gaze, before erupting into bursts of laughter, as if a man that had been driven mad. Although in Kaden's humble and most certainly true opinion, Reed had undoubtedly been born with a few screws loose.
Only, Kaden remembered brief moments of normalacy. So vague he would assume them as delusions, had he not see the same flicker of memories in his distant mind.
Of a brother once obtained. Of Reed, before.
Then, both expectedly and unexpectedly, the man swung his hand through the air. A loud sound reverberated, and Kaden tasted a metallic bitterness in his cheeks.
"Threatening me? I see the dragon's been a good influence to you."
"He's nothing." spat out Kaden quickly, swallowing down the blood. "You asked for me to befriend him, and so I did. But whatever intentions you have for him, it will be easy to do. He trusts people too easily."
"You're so quick to speak about him." smiled Reed, yawning disinterestedly. "I do hope you aren't getting attached."
"I'm not."
He'd spoken a little too quickly to fool Reed's careful instinct, specially trained for his own sadistic pleasure.
However, it wasn't a complete lie. Kaden did admit that he'd gotten distracted recently, and Noah's appearance had been a constant item in his current reality.
He was also willing to admit that he didn't hate the honourable dragon in the slightest, though he never thought he would. It was because of Noah's curse that he ended up alone, isolated and driven mad.
But it was also because of Noah's curse that he'd been woken from the spell of destruction, of the chaos that had been his own doing regardless of whose command.
A foot pressed against his hand, digging with the heel as Kaden winced.
Reed curved his eyes slightly, watching with an intense interest in Kaden's reactions. "Well, that isn't the reason I've called for you today, though I did intend to check on your progress. Father will be pleased."
The King. More cruel than Reed, though perhaps it was to be expected since cruelty ran in their blood.
And although it wasn't as if genetics determined ones future, and the son of a wicked man could grow to be kind, Reed had followed in his father's footsteps of destruction. A chain of violence, destined to bring ruin to the Kingdom.
It had been a choice. Kaden knew that the best, because he also had known the kinder Reed, the calm and polite young boy who had once been so kind.
Kaden had met the King enough times to count on his fingers, but no more than that. He didn't want to, when most of the meetings ended up in some disastrous task that forced blood on his hands, or a beating so bad he couldn't walk for a month.
He wasn't unfamiliar with broken bones, and deep gashes on his skin.
"What do you need, Reed?"
"Need?" Another itching laugh. "You make it sound as if I only call for you when I need something. I intended to ask whether or not you were going to the exploration."
Kaden hesitated, furrowing his eyebrows suspiciously. "Are you giving me permission to go?"
"Do as you please. During your time in the Academy, whatever choices you choose will be on you. So long as you successfully befriend the dragon's kin."
A glimmer of happiness settled in Kaden's eyes—and Reed noticed it.
He bent down and yanked at Kaden's tie, smiling the sort of warped, devilish smile that seemed to be a curse in itself. Kaden gasped, grasping at his throat as the tie tightened, making it harder to breath.
His lungs burned, and a blue hue wrapped around his slender neck.
One eye squinted, tears springing to the corner's of his eye as he choked—and then Reed let go.
Kaden collapsed to the carpet, coughing as he felt the scorching ache around his throat. Enough to form a bruise, most likely. He'd be stuck in turtlenecks for a week, at the least.
Reed smiled, pleased. "Just remember, dog, that after the end of those three years, you will return to the house. Do not be foolish enough to—"
"I am the royal family's dog." interrupted Kaden, lifting his eyes to glare viciously as he held his throat painfully. "I haven't forgotten my place."
Reed faltered, furrowing his eyebrows as he brought a hand to his temples, easing away a throbbing headache. The spikes of pain made him turn away, scowling.
"...isn't that wonderful? You may leave."
Kaden nodded, bowing once politely before leaving the room.
As he stopped at the door, he saw Reed calmly open an envelope that had been sitting on the desk, darkly reading over the contents. His fingers trembled, and he bent over in deep pain, one that Kaden often witnessed.
Kaden closed the door without looking back.
One might wonder why Kaden had stayed with the royal family in his first life, obliging to every command. In this life, it was for the sake of revenge.
But in the first, it had been out of sheer, pathetic desperation for a family.
A person who has nothing will kill for a morsel. A starving man will eat anything placed before him. And a lonely man can mistaken abuse for love.
Why did Kaden endure the torture, continue murdering all the time? It had been more than the fact he'd be dragged back if he ran to escape, or that the beatings and fear despite his little rebellions were engraved to the bone.
Kaden had nothing.
Where could he go but to the only place that gave him something?
"Kaden?" a soft, excited voice called out as he exited the room. Dread immediately settled in the other's stomach as he turned around. "Reed told me you'd be attending the Academy, but I hadn't believed it!"
"...Skye."
Skye's smile blossomed innocently, and in a way, it was genuine. "I'm so excited!"
A year younger than him was the youngest child of the royal family, entering into the Academy two years earlier because of his academic achievements. He was smart, intelligent beyond his years.
And perhaps that was the reason behind his painful ignorance to reality.
Skye's gaze skimmed Kaden's reddened neck, the purple already starting to form. "Kaden... that—"
"It's nothing." interrupted the man harshly, a warning edge in his tone.
Skye stared at him, and chose not to push the topic. He never pushed the topic.
"We have to do loads of activities together!" The carefree youth tilted his head brightly. The clear blue eyes that were similar to his brother's, only caring less sinister darkness within.
Kaden's casual attitude dropped, replaced by a thin smile coated in coldness. "Unfortunately, I'm busy Skye."
"You're always busy." frowned the other before smiling brightly again. "Well, I understand. I don't want to force you, but when you have some time, you must hang out with me!"
"If I have time."
"I'm certain you will—it's not too difficult, the classes I mean. Though it does depend on your skill level and comprehension—I'm sure you'll understand quickly, big brother!"
Kaden stared at him, the uncomfortable silence blind to the other who remained smiling ignorantly. Finally, he sighed. There was no winning against somebody like Skye, whose persistence was relentless.
"I'll find some time. As long as your dear eldest brother doesn't dump another task on me."
"He's not dear." said Skye hastily, scrunching up his eyebrows his disgust at the very idea of it. "I'll make sure he doesn't—even Reed doesn't enjoy getting on my bad side."
He'd forgotten about that. Skye's wild, unpredictable personality coupled with a once in a million years genius made him one to be feared, rather than loved.
The youth, once deciding he disliked somebody by the smallest offense, could easily ruin their lives with his own ability, not relying on his name or any other power. He lacked sympathy to extreme levels truly living as he pleased.
Nothing wrong with that—if his spontaneous actions didn't risk other lives.
Well, it wasn't as if Skye would ever kill Kaden, though there had been situations that came fairly close. And it was true that there was no farce that the youth placed up, and every intention of his had been done out of pure intent.
And that was the most terrifying thing about him.
Skye smiled, tugging at Kaden's sleeve insistently. "What do you say? Let's do something, yeah? Promise?"
"I promise."
Having said that, Skye nodded with great enthusiasm, lips curling to reveal a toothy smile as his eyes curved gleefully, like a child that had just been promised his favourite candy.
Kaden waved goodbye, before leaving.
Agreeing to Skye's requests was the only way to appease the youth—otherwise, he'd have better been prepared to have a human attached to his arm for another few days.
What did happen to that boy after he was banished?
Reed's escape was well-known, discovered by him before he was cursed. But Skye... what had happened to Skye?
Kaden always assumed that he'd died, along with the King as every other person involved in the ridiculous scheming, every other person who opposed Noah. But in reality, killing such a character was near impossible.
Skye was too... a character hard to describe.
Happily living his life, a little selfish—much like a child. One could both despise and adore him at the same time, conflicting as those feelings were.
He was innocent; he was guilty. He was smart; he was a fool.
If Reed purposely created scars along Kaden's back, Skye had dragged him into dangerous situations, believing he would come out unscathed. The youngest would cry bubbling tears of surprise, yet never muttered a single apology.
He didn't know how to.
Whatever the case, Kaden decided not to dwell on it. The past, his first life, was exactly that. The first. His past. Not his present, nor would it ever be again.
Niklas caught up to Kaden while he was musing over his memories, tapping him on the back. Kaden almost shot three feet into the air—embarrassingly jerking back with wide, surprised eyes.
For a man who enjoyed playing the role of a sarcastic noble, it was a striking contrast of startled innocence.
A chuckle escaped Niklas's lips. "Careful, calm down. I'm not the big bad dragon that steals you away at night." Then, as an afterthought, he added, "I believe that's Noah's job."
Kaden kept a distance, warily staring at the other. "Please don't touch me."
"I'm a touchy person—I will try, but I can't guarantee it." He paused, seeing the other's reaction and nodded. "I'm sorry, I won't. Again, it is a habit, and your hair looks like the fluffy sort that one wants to ruffle, do you know what I'm saying?"
"Niklas."
"Yes?"
"Shut up."
Niklas blinked, grinning widely. "Hm, no?" He inched closer to Kaden, far enough that the other was still relatively comfortable. "You're lucky—had I a little brother like you, I would've doted on you to death."
Kaden scrunched up his face. "You're sort of disgusting."
"Hey." Niklas wagged a finger authoritative, putting on a mature and solemn expression. "Don't speak like that to your elders."
"What elders? All I see is a child, pretending to be an adult."
"I'm fairly certain that I'm older than you."
"Only physically."
Niklas's brain seemed to lag for a few moments as he slowed down, being left in the dust to think over the words. A light-bulb lit up above his head as his expression darkened, and he started to chase after Kaden.
Kaden glanced back before his expression warped into horror at the speeding man rushing down the halls. He couldn't help but speed up as well.
"Hey! I get it now, you said physically, right? Are you saying that I'm mentally a child?"
Kaden turned the corner, shouting back despite feeling ridiculous, "If it took you that long to understand, then aren't you proving that fact?"
"No! Brilliant minds take longer to process things, obviously!"
"But you're not brilliant."
As soon as the words left his lips, Kaden came to an abrupt stop. What was he doing, running down the hallway like children playing tag in a school?
It was improper, as if he were back in the slums, a disgraced child with not an ounce of elegance. Had the King seen him, he would be beaten half to death, thrown in that room without food for days and—
"Aren't you having fun, Chauvet?"
Noah's dark gaze met his. A book tucked under an arm, as one always happened to be, and rounded glasses that the dragon typically only wore inside the confines of their room.
He looked relaxed—it was after classes, and they were running down the dormitory hallways. Judging by the direction, Noah had just left the room—likely just to grab something. He didn't often leave otherwise.
The dragon liked to hole himself on his bed, reading deep into the night.
If not there, he would be in that dark corner of the library that Kaden had special permission to frequent, on occasion.
Kaden squinted. "Aren't I always enjoying myself?"
"No," replied the dragon calmly, a gravel husk to his voice from having dozed off earlier. "You only pretend to be."
"You speak nonsense, as always. Don't you get tired of it?"
"Don't you?"
Kaden laughed wryly, raising an eyebrow. "Don't I what?"
"Get tired of your nonsense."
The expression of the man changed slightly, and Noah narrowed his eyes to observe every twitch, and every movement. Every expression he tried so desperately to hide.
What nonsense. Noah didn't like to waste time on liars, though taking them apart wasn't completely pointless.
He didn't particularly care for Kaden, though watching the man laugh and tease like a maniac with that painfully fake smile grew incredibly frustrating at times. If Kaden wanted to play pretend, then why not go somewhere else to flash that falseness at?
Noah didn't want to see a fake Kaden.
Kaden peered at him oddly, as if trying to figure out why Noah even said anything to begin with.
However, at that moment, Niklas caught up, bent over and heaving as if he were about to die. He raised a finger up weakly, trying to talk through his breaths and failing.
"You... run really... really.... fast." A splutter of coughs, and he straightened himself while clutching his chest. "I'm more of an academic, than an athlete."
"You learned how to pull a carriage." said Kaden.
"Yes, but you see—I'd specifically chosen that career because I get to sit down for the majority. As long as there are no incidents, it's a pretty casual job."
Kaden didn't know how to argue with Niklas's random comments, and strange reasons for topics he never knew how came up.
"Didn't you plan to ruin Reed's carriage?"
"No, I planned to ruin Reed's day. It's different."
Noah cocked his head, slightly amused at the thought. He'd never liked that prince, brimming full of lies. "Did you?"
"Noah," grinned Niklas. "I did, I really did. Unfortunately, another upstart noble who argued with me the entire ride came along and ruined my plans."
"How unfortunate." mused the dragon as Niklas nodded regretfully.
Then, Niklas gasped. "Wait! I forgot my chicken in the oven... do you think it would've exploded by now? Maybe somebody took it out during the next class?"
Noah faltered. "...chicken?"
"There was a group of students who wanted to practice making lunch, so I kindly took it upon myself to help out. However, I left to urgently rush to the bathroom, and forgot all about it."
"......" What kind of stupidity was that? "How long ago?"
"This morning."
Kaden stared at the odd pair, tilting his head as brushed of pink grazed past green eyes. "Since when do you know how to get along with others, dearest Bellamy?"
"Since the 'others' weren't you, Chauvet."
"I quite dislike that part of you."
"Do you hate me?"
"No, I still love you." replied Kaden almost instantaneously, stretching out his tone as Noah's face begun to seep in disgust. "I adore you. Appreciate you. Think you're the most handsome human in this god-forsaken society—"
"Be quiet, fool."
And suddenly, the thoughts of being prim or proper didn't matter. The echo was embarrassing, and he was being rash, inelegant and much like one born in the slums and—