Fallen General's Omega (BL)
Chapter 158: Find him

Chapter 158: Find him

I pull MiMi to my front, her tiny arms reaching up to me as I tickle her softly, making her giggle. At eight months, she’s already growing so fast, her blue eyes—so much like her father’s—sparkling with joy. The sound of her laughter fills the room, and I can’t help but smile, my heart melting at how perfect she is.

"Aren’t you the cutest little angel," I murmur, watching her face light up with another round of giggles. Her small hands grab at my fingers, and I laugh softly, feeling that rush of overwhelming love that only a parent can know.

I cradle her in my arms, pressing a kiss to her soft cheek. "I mean, whose child are you? Look at how perfect you are..." I speak in a baby voice, just to hear her giggle again, and my heart swells with happiness.

Her laughter rings out, bright and clear, and I can’t help but let the worries of the world fall away for this moment. "Don’t worry, my little angel," I whisper softly, brushing a strand of hair from her forehead. "Soon, we’ll be with your father."

***

The little bird, adorned in vibrant blue and green feathers, had certainly made a name for himself as a creature of curiosity and mischief. Instead of flying straight back to the Remiro estate as expected, Grape had a grand day filled with all sorts of unexpected detours.

First, he had encountered a stunning female bird perched on a branch, her feathers a delicate shade of pink and gold. Grape, ever the flamboyant performer, decided this was the perfect moment to show off his dance moves. He flapped his wings dramatically, puffed out his chest, and sang his most impressive tune. But to his surprise, the pretty bird was already paired with another—a sleek, darker bird with a sharp beak and an even sharper temper. The moment Grape started his performance, the male bird gave a loud squawk, charging at him with territorial fury. Grape barely managed to escape the aggressive pecking and squawking, his feathers ruffled more than his pride.

Not one to be easily deterred, Grape continued his adventures. He flew low through the trees, only to narrowly avoid disaster when a snake, coiled lazily in the sun, flicked out its tongue and snapped at him. The snake missed by mere inches, its fangs catching nothing but air as Grape’s wings beat furiously to take him higher into the sky. His heart pounded in his chest, but the thrill of narrowly escaping death only seemed to fuel his boundless energy.

Next, he flew toward the city streets, where the smells of fresh fruit filled the air. Grape’s eyes widened at the sight of a fruit vendor selling clusters of plump, ripe grapes. The temptation was too much. With a few swift flaps of his wings, he dove down, snatching up a whole bunch and darting away before the vendor even noticed. He flew around the market for a while, indulging in his stolen grapes, savoring each sweet bite as if he had just won a great victory. It was a small triumph in a day full of chaotic, but exhilarating moments.

As the sun began to dip lower in the sky, Grape felt the weight of his full belly and growing exhaustion. He had flown far and wide, and while the freedom had been exciting, the day was drawing to a close. It was time to return to the Remiro estate.

Upon returning, he perched on a nearby rooftop and surveyed the scene below. Thorne was sparring with Raul, the massive bald man who was nearly twice Thorne’s size. The two of them were engaged in a fierce combat, each one testing the other’s limits.

But as the minutes stretched into an hour, Grape’s attention began to wander. The sparring session wasn’t going to end anytime soon, and the bird’s patience was as short as ever. With a huff of disinterest, Grape took flight again, his tiny wings fluttering lazily through the air as he made his way toward Thorne’s guest room, the one designated for him whenever he stayed at the estate.

Grape landed softly on the plush pillow that sat on the bed, and with a contented chirp, he fluffed his feathers and settled in. The events of the day had been thrilling, but now, all he wanted was a nap. His eyelids grew heavy, and soon the little bird was fast asleep, his body curled into a ball as he dreamed of more grapes, perhaps a better mate, and a world where he was always the center of attention.

The day had been full of mischief, escapes, and odd encounters, but now it was over, and Grape was ready for a well-deserved rest.

***

I walk into the room, the exhaustion from the day’s sparring settling deep into my muscles. Raul’s a beast—no exaggeration. The man practically has bear blood in his veins. He could knock down a whole building with one punch, it felt like sparring with an immovable iron wall. My body aches, but there’s something oddly satisfying about pushing myself to the limit, even if it means I’m barely able to stand now, getting to turn off my mind for some time is a big plus.

But then, something hits me. The feeling washes over me so sharply that it pulls me from my thoughts. I glance around the room, my eyes scanning for something familiar. And then I see it. On the pillow. Grape. The tiny bird is there, nestled comfortably as if nothing out of the ordinary has happened.

My heart lurches, and I freeze. The scent. It’s faint, but I can’t deny it. That smell, the one that belongs to Noelle. The one that’s been haunting me for days, lingering like a ghost in the air, refusing to leave my senses. I stand there for a moment, just staring at the bird, my chest tightening. It’s a fading, fragile trace of him, but it’s unmistakable.

I step forward, trembling slightly. My hands reach for Grape carefully, my heart pounding. The bird’s eyes are closed, and he’s breathing steadily, oblivious to everything around him. I lift him gently, almost afraid that if I make any sudden movements, this moment will vanish.

As soon as he’s close enough, my pulse skips. I’m certain now. I’m not mistaken. This is Noelle’s scent. It’s him. Somehow, someway, through all the distance and time, I can still smell him on this damn bird.

I sit down on the side of the bed, trying not to disturb the sleeping creature in my hands. I’m fighting the urge to burst out into laughter or tears, the weight of everything I’ve been holding back finally breaking through. It feels like I’m drowning, but in the best way possible.

Then I notice something tied to Grape’s tiny foot, something small and fragile. My hands tremble even more as I carefully untie the note. It takes longer than I want it to, but my fingers are shaking too much. The paper is delicate, the words so faint, but there’s one thing that stands out above all else.

Banquet.

I hold the note up to my nose, inhaling the scent of it. I feel a rush, like a rush of something addictive coursing through me, something I can’t explain. It’s like I’ve been starving and now, finally, I’m being fed.

I close my eyes, my mind reeling. I miss him so much. It’s like a fire has been kindling deep inside of me, burning with a kind of hunger I’ve been suppressing for too long.

It’s relief. Real, raw relief. After all this time, after all the suffering and loneliness, after the endless days of hoping and waiting, I can finally feel it. The light at the end of the tunnel, even though that tunnel has been dark and long and miserable. But now, I see the light.

My beloved star. He’s out there. And I’m going to find him.

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