(This song is for you from Octavi :) ! It is the song that expresses his true feelings about the reader and is the song that you both dance to so you can play it when he puts it on the record player.)

After the emperor had left your room, Octavi had nearly immediately stepped inside. He had a courteous smile on his lips as he entered, and you gasped in surprise. "Octavi? I thought you went to the infirmary?" You questioned, glad to be in his presence once again.

"I was just hiding around the corner, waiting for him to leave. I promised to spend time with you for the whole day, after all, Lady Fuyomui." He explained himself before venturing into your room and then proceeding to sit back down on the cushion where he once sat at the coffee table. He looked at his food and sighed, able to tell that it had already gone cold.

"I was practically starving, but now my food is cold," Octavi complained before looking up at you. He smiled as you went to your bedside table and scribbled something down on a small piece of paper, your back now turned to him. He hastily grabbed the knife from the ground and stored it in his pocket, making sure not to push it in so that it wouldn't tear the fabric and expose his plot.

You turned around and advanced towards Octavi, placing the small piece of ripped parchment paper in his hand. In his hand was a telephone number. "If you want a new outfit, call this number. My brother runs a business and is an astounding tailor himself. I learnt most of what I know from him." You explained, grinning kindly. Octavi clutched the paper and placed it in the opposite pocket of his so he didn't make contact with the knife.

"Why have you decided to give me his business number?" He inquired.

"Well, you tend to wear the same uniform each time I see you. If you ever need adjustments to your uniform or a new outfit, my brother - Kai Fuyomui - is the man to call!" You promoted your brother's business, a gleaming smile on your lips. You were proud to promote Kai because you had a strong faith in your brother's potential, and knew that his works were not to disappoint. He barely had a cynical reproach on any of his works, and if he did, it was never something significant.

"Ah, yes, I see. I will indeed contact his number if I wish for such a thing." Octavi reassured you, accepting the business pitch you had just made to him.

"Do you have a record player in your room?" He queried you, a plot coming to his mind to finally get his job over and done with. A malicious smirk couldn't help but form on his lips as you went to your record player and hauled it back to the coffee table. Afterward, you proceeded to claim a box of record boxes from the corner. You gently placed the large cardboard box next to Octavi's figure.

He seemed to ponder for several moments as he dragged the cardboard box onto his lap, now looking through the plethora of records. He inspected them, repeatedly, several times over.

"Do you know these songs?" You inquired, tilting your head as you bent over slightly over him to get a better view at the titles of each record.

"I know all of these songs. I need to find the perfect one for you." Octavi stated, before stopping at the very sight of a specific record. He took it out of the box then out of its cover, revealing the mysteriously clean record. He placed it upon the record player and turned it on, now dropping the handle onto the record to allow it to begin to play.

"This song is called 'The Moon Represents My Heart,'" Octavi said as he finished setting up the record player.

He knew that this obscure part of his mind was taking over, but with the last part of his original self, he wanted to leave you something ever-lasting that you could remember him by. He wanted you to know that even after all that happened, his feelings were still valid, and he never meant to harm you in the first place. The fact he had become brainwashed maimed him from thinking for himself.

"The moon is a symbol of love because it symbolises that flaws can be perfect. Love and darkness are the shades of life, and the moon symbolises this signifies the change in life." Octavi declared as he stood up. He stared you in the eye, and as you stared back into his, he took out the knife and held it in his hands.

His arms embraced your body, and the knife was positioned against your back without you knowing, ready to strike at any given time.

You both started dancing along to the soft, mellifluous music resonating throughout the room. Octavi's purple orbs merged with your [E/C] ones with great romance as you both twirled around and about the place without a care in the world.

"[Name]. One can survive in life alone, but one cannot live life alone. That is what I have learned from being with you," He took a deep breath as you both twirled around your bedroom, as though you were in the finest ballroom known to man. He led the dance, and nearly every step of his farewell waltz was perfect.

"Before you had arrived, I was surviving in life by myself. I had none to rely on or love. After your arrival, I finally managed to live my life. My life was finally being lived. I will never forget what you have done for me," He murmured, holding you closer. He set his chin on your shoulder, tears silently beginning to dribble from his now glassy purple orbs. His mind was blank. All that was on it was you, and the will to kill that Eugene had implanted. He could feel his hand gravitate towards your spine, desirous to finish the job.

Octavi held out for a bit longer, wanting to at least make it throughout the whole song. You stayed silent, as you felt his heart beating lovingly against your own. He held you in a tight embrace, as though it was the last time he would be able to do so.

"You must understand that the hardest part of this is leaving you. I can't help myself, though. This is not who I am, [Name]. I am not the Octavi you know; little of the man you know is remaining. He is departing. When he is finally gone, do not look at me the way you do. Do not speak to me the way you do," He whispered. You were disturbed by his words, unsure of what to say. You knew he wasn't done speaking just yet and so allowed him to continue talking to you.

"I am glad that... I managed to live my life with you. From now on, I will just have to survive the way I did before," His figure never tiring from the embrace, you both relished in the harmonious dance. You both stopped in front of the door, and Octavi finally pulled away, though mildly, so you could barely see the tears dripping down his face.

"Octavi! Why are you crying?" You questioned him, grabbing his face and gently rubbing the tears away with your [S/C] fingers. This question only caused him to sob more in your touch as he looked down at you.

"I'm sorry, [Name]." He said before stabbing you in a region of your back with a reasonable amount of force, but thankfully not too deep. An intense pain entered your body as you cried out and fell onto your knees. Before the knife could be lodged in any further, the door suddenly opened. There was your knight, the emperor. He swiftly grabbed Octavi's hand and twisted his wrist before throwing him across the floor. The emperor kept the knife in your skin as you would lose your blood quicker if he took it out. At the moment, the knife was the only thing keeping you from dying at a quicker rate.

The guards alarmingly stepped into the room, and the emperor bellowed orders to them. "Arrest him!" The emperor instructed his guards while scooping you up from the ground and throwing you over his shoulder. He refused not to carry you bridal style in the possibility he could make your injury worse if he touched your back too much.

The emperor sprinted down the hallway with you over his shoulder. Your sight was becoming blurry, and it was more difficult to see anything. You had barely recovered from the gunshot wound, and already you had another near-death experience. He had a worried expression on his face as he yelled in a frantic voice, "Summon the royal doctor at once! At once!" He quoted himself to emphasise the importance of the matter.

Before he could manage to reach the infirmary, you'd passed out, only sparking more worry in the emperor. He could feel your warmth slowly slipping away as he gripped tight onto your frame, making sure not to drop you. Once the two of you arrived at the infirmary, he placed you on your front side, and soon enough, the doctor rushed in with his team of other doctors and nurses. You could hear the shouting and orders surrounding you, but nothing could be made out into words as your mind melted away. Finally, there was nothing.

Several hours after the incident, the emperor had been staying next to your side during the whole time. He at last parted with you as the nurses decided to strip off most of your clothes and cleanse the blood off your body.

He finally had the time to make that traitor pay for what he had done. The emperor entered a dark cell, his fourth assistant chained to the wall. How ironic. It was hard to be merciful against the man whom he once worked alongside.

Octavi looked up at the emperor with dark purple hues in his eyes. Just at sight, the emperor could tell that Octavi was already lost. Eugene had managed to brainwash him, and it finally took over his entire mind. If the emperor let Octavi live, he would, without a doubt, find a way to escape and complete the task Eugene had set for him, which was to kill you supposedly.

Octavi was already long gone, and he couldn't risk losing you as well. The emperor approached Octavi's vulnerable figure that was trembling beneath him - but not in fear. It was from the restraints. He wanted to move, he tried to kill. He pulled against the chains longing for the freedom to do so but to no avail. The only outcome was his wrists becoming damaged from the continuous pulling and struggling that built up friction between the metal, and his pale wrists.

Octavi was nothing but a man with the urge to kill, an animal, a predator ready to feast upon its prey. It was as though he was no longer a human being as he growled and hissed against the dark metal chains that restrained his movements.

"I will kill [Name]!" He roared on the top of his lungs as he continued to struggle. "Eugene is my master, and the emperor is a fool! Eugene is my master, and the emperor is a fool! I will kill [Name]!" He proclaimed hysterically. Octavi had become utterly insane, just like his sister at the clutches of the ex-second assistant - Eugene Kang. The emperor looked regretfully at the violent man that Octavi had sprouted into. He was unable to protect Octavi. He had let [Name] down. He had let Octavi down. He had let Intuuin down.

Octavi continued to recite the words that were shouted at him for days on end by Eugene himself, each scar on his body an inflicted reminder of his ultimate task set by his newfound master. It was the only thing on his mind, at long last. Before, it was [Name] and this task, but now - none of his former self remained. It had taken all of his remaining strength and energy to at least give you the day he promised together.

"I will kill [Name]! [Name]! Emperor is a fool! Eugene is my master!" He repeated excessively and crazily, stumbling over his words in a hoarse voice. It was a sight painful to see. The old Octavi was beyond recognition; he truly had changed. It seemed as though, finally, the black snake group had managed to make another victory after such a long period.

Rage filled the emperor's body from the thought of the black snake group. He was confident that they would be popping open bottles of champagne and celebrating the death of the fourth assistant. He was sure that Odette and Eugene would be overjoyed by their plan coming into action. They had not killed off Octavi straight away, and instead decided to use him to continue causing discord in the palace walls, and to make the emperor realise that a simple shutdown couldn't keep them out.

The emperor grabbed the gun on the metal table on the opposite side of the table that was far out of Octavi's reach with his long and slender fingers. His hand was shaky, but he continued with his movements. He needed to do this to protect [Name] and to protect Intuuin.

"I'm truly sorry, old friend." The emperor stated as he aimed the gun towards Octavi's head from a distance, a remorseful look on his face. He had hoped it would not come to this, but he was hoping to do anything to protect [Name] at this point.

"Kill the darned rabbit, boy!" The general of the second legion shouted at a young emperor. The emperor shook in his boots, gun held tightly in his hands. His palms were sweating as he aimed the gun at his pet rabbit's head.

"I-I don't want to kill Sparkles..!" The young emperor exclaimed, only to earn a flood of comments from the general to urge him on.

"When you're older, you're going to have to kill more than just a rabbit. You're going to have to kill people. Your enemy and someday - maybe even your own flesh and blood. So get it over with and man up, boy!" The general yelled at the emperor.

"You didn't learn your war tactics, so this is the punishment. This is just like real life. If you don't do what is required of you during a time of war or have no idea how to guide your country through it, the punishment is death. If this were real life, thousands of your subjects would have died. So it is either the rabbit now, or your people in the future." The general continued to persuade him, urging the young boy to finally become a man by taking one of the most significant leaps in their military training yet.

The emperor looked away and, on impulse, fired the gun. His bunny's body could be heard rolling off of the stool it'd stood on and onto the floor.

The emperor gulped and turned his head to see his bunny dead on the ground. Tears began to fall from his eyes as the general patted his back. "Good man!" The general complimented him. However, these compliments meant nothing to the young emperor. All that had surrounded his early life was death. The death of his mother, then his father, and now - he was forced to kill his pet rabbit 'Sparkles'. Was this indeed the life that awaited him? The path that he was forced to take from birth?

The emperor turned his head away as he shot, not wanting to look at Octavi's motionless and dead figure falling onto the floor. A loud thump could be heard, and the emperor threw the gun on the floor, appalled by the act he had just committed. Yes, he had killed people before, but he'd never wanted to do it to his long life friend and companion. Yet it meant saving the one woman who had managed to win his heart. The loud bang resonated throughout the room, still ringing through the emperor's head as he looked over his shoulder at the inanimate body of Octavi, face forward onto the ground.

Then, there was something: a painful ringing in your head. It was as though you had heard some sort of gunshot, and as you tried to fumble around slightly to reacquire control over your body, your movements were interrupted by a terrible pain scorching throughout your lower back. Your eyes shot open, and you were met with a soft, empathetic light filling your sight. The sunlight was gently pouring into the infirmary, and by your bedside was the emperor's head, resting on the edge of your mattress. The emperor had belittled himself so much to be sitting on a stool by your side.

"He stayed here all night," Eli declared from a distance. By the door stood him, arms crossed as he looked down at the floor in misery by the death of his childhood friend. He was unsure of whether or not to tell you the news. In the end, he decided to keep his mouth shut and leave the decision up to the emperor.

"I won't wake him up then." You mumbled out weakly, intertwining your fingers through the strands of his dark hair thankfully. Once again, the emperor had saved your life. You owed him just about everything at this point. You weren't sure whether or not you wanted to inform Kai about the whole dilemma and all the different problems that had occurred.

You felt a heavy weight on your chest, and couldn't even bear to ask what happened to Octavi. You could quickly tell that he was probably long gone by now, like all the other black snake group members that had entered the palace walls. It had seemed that when you thought things were getting better, it all slipped out of your grip too quickly.

One moment you were at the top of the world and in the next, you were at the bottom. You had fallen from the highest point ever, to the lowest of the low.

All you had was the emperor to thank for saving your life. If it weren't for him, you undoubtedly would've died twice due to the black snake group.

Eli was there in the dungeons, and even several hours later, he could still hear the gunshot ringing in his eardrums. He had stayed back after the emperor had left Octavi's inert body, most likely to mourn his friend and organise him a proper burial. It was known most of those who died in the dungeons would be tied up to a rock and sunk to the bottom of the 'River to the Underworld' where they'd resume rotting away.

It appeared to be incredibly early in the morning, as you could tell the Sun was just barely beginning to rise from the friends far away from where you rested.

"How long is my recovery period?" You asked Eli, finding that he usually knew the answers to all your questions. Your voice lacked in joy and life - you had decided that now it was time to enter the mourning period for your dearest friend Octavi. Was it all a mere act? Did he honestly feel the way that he expressed? If he did, why did he stab you in the back? There were so many questions in your mind that you simply couldn't answer, and for some reason, you didn't want to know the answer either. You didn't want to speculate about it any longer because you knew it was too much to bear.

"It will take you approximately ten days to recover. The emperor has managed to prevent the knife from being lodged any further into you. If it had gone any further, it might have hit an artery, and you could've required long intensive treatment." Eli responded, his voice reasonably lifeless as well. Either way, both of you seemed to agree not to talk of what happened wordlessly. You both couldn't take it without shedding at least a tear or two.

"[Name].. it was the emperor who saved Octavi, not the guards. I don't think it was very right of you do pull off such a stunt, especially in front of the palace staff. I recommend that you apologise to him, especially since he has now saved your life." Eli suggests, a pitiful look on his face at the emperor's frame as he notices him slowly beginning to wake.

"Ah, yes.. you're right. I can't lie that I feel incredibly guilty for that. I was so impolite and rude to none other than the emperor himself." You confess, looking down at the emperor now as you notice his small movements.

The emperor slowly managed to wake up, his eyes hastily widening upon the sight of your awaken figure. "[Name]! I'm so glad you're awake." He exclaims in a sleepy tone, a grin immediately melting onto his lips.

"Takahiro, I'm sorry. I shouldn't have treated you in such a manner during breakfast. I was just desperate to see Octavi as I missed him so and all my pent up stress was wrongly taken out upon you. I apologise deeply." You apologise to the emperor, a sad look on your face. You didn't know who you were anymore. Due to all the stress that you had been troubled with in Octavi's absence, you released out upon the emperor of all people. You were lucky not to be dead now at the very least. You had been acting like a brat that day and were truly ashamed at yourself now that you had been able to process what you did.

"It is alright, little tailor. I was aware your words were not true. Now that you've been forgiven, do not do such a thing again or else you'll have to repay me in some sort of way." The emperor responds, overjoyed now to hear your apology. He had been feeling low ever since but now that you had spoken those words he could finally be at ease again with his [Name].

"I'd also like to thank you for.. saving Octavi. Even though he is gone now - I'm glad he could spend the last day of his life in some sort of comfort." You thank the emperor, now grabbing both of his hands. You truly owed him just about everything and you were glad that things were back to normal with him and back to normal with you.