Century Breakdown- 'Part Two'
The blizzard had finally ceased when the sun rose up the sky, gracing the earth of what little warm it could provide to at ease the cold inhabitants were feeling. Its light rays made it through the thick clouds, caressing the soft white blanket of snow that covered the soil underneath, and penetrated through the mosaic glass that was the chapel's window where the teens spent the night, waking the Japanese when it hit his eyelids. Said Japanese stirred and groaned, feeling his muscles stiff from an uncomfortable sleeping position the whole night, as he slowly came around. His eyelids fluttered open, unravelling its dark orbs that lied within; he stared at the thing, the crystallized white coffin that was in front of him with his clouded vision. He blinked twice and rubbed the sleep away as he yawned; stretching his arms upward, and looked back at the coffin. Now that he was fully awake, he noticed that it was less dense and he could make out the whole right arm in what it looked like an over large white long sleeve and the tranquil face the sleeping child inside made. Just then, he realized that the white fur he saw last time was not a fur at all but a long, very long, about thrice or so the height of the child, soft-looking white hair. As though he was enchanted by the child's holy-like appearance, he rose up from the floor quietly so as not to disturb the others and walked up to the child; his boots made a soft tapping sound that echoed softly as he took a step, hitting the tiled floor with his light march.
It seemed like nothing had change, be it day or night. The light that came from above where a simple round, transparent glass was never disappeared which made him think that the God never left his throne to bestow his glorious light upon the child and illuminate the chapel that was home for the little one.
Rotasu stepped beyond the set boundary and gently touched the surface of the coffin where the little one's face can be seen. He looked at the boy for a moment, admiring his innocence for once, and jolted at the sound of the door being opened. He spun around; heart never beat as fast as it did that very moment, fearing that someone from his seniors came.
"Who..." trailed off the man with slick black hair in exorcist uniform as he stared at the boy; his hands still on the knob and the edge of the wooden door. Someone then came forward from behind the said man. He had the same slick hair only it was brown in color and wore the soldier's uniform. Both men were in their early twenties.
The brown haired man stepped aside and walked forward, asking what Rotasu was doing in the place and why there were students sleeping on the floor when he noticed them at the corner of his eye.
Rotasu rubbed the back of his head; his gaze averted to the other side, thinking for an excuse that would save them from any kind of predicament that would be given upon them. "Uhm... we kind of..." he struggled for words. "... lost...?" Said the Japanese as he looked back at his seniors whilst smiling sheepishly. He only received a bemused look, though at his lame and absolutely invalid excuse.
"Well." Said the brown haired man. "Can't you think of any excuse that is quite believable?"
"Believable or not, they broke the rule." Retorted the other. "C'mon, kid. Wake your pals up. You still have more or less an hour before the golems knock in your rooms and find out you lot are here."
"Yeah. We won't tell anyone you were here the whole night."
Rotasu could not help, but released the air he had held in his chest and smiled, thanking them. He then rushed to his friends' side and woke them up while the exorcist and soldier walked farther in up to the Heart to ask for the blessing, guidance, and protection before they set off for their mission.
Waking the twins was just a piece of cake, but waking Dilan was no easy at all since he was a heavy sleeper and it was bad enough that he was not a morning person.
"Why don't you try dropping a brick on him?" They heard someone suggested, so Rotasu and the twins looked over their shoulders and up to see the men towering them.
"If we did, he'll smash us." replied Liam.
"But, his hammer isn't with him, right?" Lian looked at her brother questioningly.
"He doesn't have his weapon?" Asked the two men in unison in which Rotasu corrected them, saying that they all did not have their weapon with them."
"And why is that?" Asked the black haired man.
"It was confiscated four days ago." Liam answered them which made Rotasu to feel defeated as it reminded him of the day he had to shave the hair that grew on his arms. "It was my sister's fault, actually. Had she not chased us three it wouldn't happen." He sighed.
"What!?" Lian glared at her twin brother half-heartedly. "If you just didn't refuse at first and run away from me our weapons won't be confiscated." She pouted whilst folding her arms.
The two men could feel a bead of sweat just rolled down their foreheads as they glanced at each other and back to the group of teens who were throwing complaints at whom they believed at fault. They were surprised to see that the red head one was still sound asleep despite the noise. The brown haired man was the first one to dare to break their heated conversation, reminding them that they would be in a grave situation should they not return to their dorms immediately which effectively silence them and carried the sleeping boy back to his room.
Fortunately, the teens made it back to their dorms safely, but not without evading the security.
Snowflakes started falling later that morning, swaying lightly with the cold breeze before reaching the ground where the pile of snow was already knee high and covered everything in white, when the class started. The halls and corridors were almost void of life if there were no occasional personnel passing by.
Everyone, especially the fifth year students, was very busy, preparing for the Winter Exam that will be held in six days.
"Hey, stop squirming!" Someone hissed in a low, almost inaudible voice from the woods.
"Calm down, Tyki." The other coaxed. "Anyway, why are we hiding? There aren't any cameras around you know."
"I wonder about that."
There were rustlings of fabric as the man in a brown hooded cloak shuffled inside his clothing, searching for something which soon turned out to be a rag doll, and said, "Time to come out, Road."
"T-tyki!" The rag doll, Road, yelped when the hooded man, Tyki, dropped her down unceremoniously on the ground. He then clapped his hand in black gloves and straightened up.
"There may be no cameras as those kids made it to the chapel without being caught, but we can't be sure about that. Who knows? You'll never know whether there are traps anywhere-"
"Unless we try, Tyki." Road interrupted, earning an amused Tyki.
The Portoguese could only look at his niece who was smiling to herself and smiled smugly. "So, are you saying that we should wait until we get caught before we know it?" Said the man.
Road looked up at him and said, "Perhaps. But, there's no need to be this cautious. I mean, if someone caught us, then we can fight them off."
Tyki sighed; his right hand made an acquaintance with his temple, feeling an oncoming headache. How many times do I have to tell her that there's no need to fight anyone? He asked himself. "Alright, let's get this over with." And with that said, the two resumed on walking; their feet sinking in the high pile of snow with every step they made.
The bell rang for a good five-second, informing everyone that it was time for lunch break. The students rejoiced as the morning session finally ended, packing their things in their bags, and hurried to the locker area to leave their belongings before heading straight to the cafeteria to have their lunch. Soon, the students, finders, scientists, soldiers, and few exorcists, filled in the cafeteria.
Lian walked in passed the double doors and straight to one of the lines that led her to the window where she could order her lunch.
"What do you want?" Asked the woman whose dark hair tied in bun with a scowl on her face;
Lian was taken aback at her and looked up to check what window she was.
"Oh. This is Window B. I see..." she told herself as she recalled that the one who was in charge of the said window was the woman in front of her, the short tempered one. But nevertheless, it did not matter to her. "I want a cup of rice, fried salmon, and two glasses of melon juice." Said the Chinese with a sweet smile which only made the woman rolled her eyes as she turned her back, saying, "Just wait a moment."
The door to the chapel creaked open and entered Road and Tyki. They did not waste any second as they ventured in without hesitation, and unlike the teens, they were not fascinated by the eye-catching sight that welcomed them even though it was their first time seeing it up close and to step a foot inside after a week of observing the place from afar.
"He turned into a child, Tyki." Said Road in a matter of fact without sparing a glance at her companion.
Tyki leaned closer to the surface where the child's sleeping face can be seen, staring at it with wide eyes and said, "Yeah, you're right. Is this the way of the innocence to compensate for what damage it had done a long time ago?"
"I don't think so. Remember that that very same innocence was the reason why he was alive after he had his heart punctured by your golem."
"I know and I regretted it..." he trailed off when he heard something was burning. So, he tore his eyes off the child and turned to Road who had her face on the crystal and arms around it, burning her skin at the contact. "Road!" Tyki pulled her away and demanded why she did it.
"He's just too cute for his own good that I can't help myself!" She squealed; her skin recovering from the burn.
"Yes, yes. The boy is cute. My perverted brother would probably adopt him." He rolled his eyes.
"Let's wake him up, Tyki!" Road turned to face the man and embraced him as she told him.
"Alright. Get off me first."
She did.
"Do you have his clothes? Because he's wearing his over large long sleeve white button shirt and it's cold."
His companion smiled at him, saying, "Of course, I have."
Humming, he replied, "Make sure it isn't one of your dolls' dresses."
"Worry not, dear uncle for I have the perfect one for my prince! ~" Sang Road and said, "Now, wake the li'l sleeping prince, so I can change his clothes."
"Yes, yes." The man smiled and stepped inside the circle, completely unaffected by its self defense mechanism. His gloved right hand reached to the surface of the crystal where the child's face can be seen and caressed it gently like he was feeling the soft, delicate skin under his palm and said in a low, yet audible enough, voice. "Time to wake up... Boy." And with that said, the child's eyelids fluttered open, showing the world his pair of large silver pools that stared directly at the man who woke him up. It was followed by a blinding white light, making them to shield their eyes, which died down immediately. There, in front of them stood the little boy in loose white clothes surrounded by the glittering crystals that was the white crystal coffin, showering him as it gradually dispersed into nothingness. The boy looked up at the two people in front of him with clouded eyes.
"Welcome back..." he heard them said when the darkness slowly crept into his mind and the last thing he heard before he lost his consciousness was the name of someone that seemed so familiar to him. "Allen Walker."
There were this sound of a drill and a sort of gun that filled a part of the building, more specifically, the common room where students in their casual clothing were giving their all just to stop the green haired boy on his rampage and to avoid more damage. Apparently, his twin sister, Lian, had somehow managed to sneak her potion into the tea Rotasu was drinking that afternoon while he was having his own tea time on the couch in the common room, resulting into something Liam would never allow and would take someone's life should it happen. And that was seeing his little sister in someone's arms. Unluckily for their classmates, most of them wounded up with an octopus on their heads to worry about courtesy of the Octo-gun which Liam made after he found the blueprint of it in their storage house not long ago.
"I looove you, Lian!" Exclaimed the Japanese as he embraced the girl tighter with a blush painted his cheeks and a lustful eyes while Lian squirmed to pry Rotasu's strong hold of her, regretting what she had done.
"Lemme go! I know you don't love me!"
Hearing those words which Lian let out, Liam tensed under the hands that were holding him back, and so with much force that he can muster he pushed them all away from him in one go and aimed the dart, which appeared out of thin air, to the Japanese's neck, effectively putting him to sleep in an instant.
Rotasu fell limp on Lian's arms.
The students who were at the background watched in utter horror and fear for the life of Rotasu as Liam walked closer to the two, planning to grab the Japanese by his collar, throw him on the metal board, which was in the Science lab, and have his twin to experiment on his body. Fortunately, just when he was about to crouch down, their system alarm startled them and heard the golems, ordering them to gather at the hall immediately.
Every student from each year left their works as soon as they heard it and rushed out to the hall where their supervisor stood on the riser that was placed at the middle where the bulletin board was supposed to be with the teachers from all of the classes standing side by side.
The supervisor had a long, wavy golden hair tied in s low ponytail, just at the base of her neck, eyes like the color of sapphire, and soft, pink lips. She wore her usual all black attire which was a pair of black suit and pants and a red bow tie with the silver rose-cross as her brooch. She had this serious look on her face, watching the students filled the hall each second, as though they were about to engage into a fierce battle that would surely take most of their lives. Once she was sure that everyone was present, she let out a breath that she had not realized she held for a while and pinched the bridge of her nose as she closed her eyes. Recomposing, she took a step forward and silenced her audience who were whispering among themselves with a cough in hand.
The hall then fell in silence as the students' heads turned at her, bracing their selves at whatever news she may have.
"Listen." They heard her said with authority in her tone. "You may be wondering as to why I called you all here. Apparently, we've got a big problem." The crowd whispered, guessing if what the big problem was that would put their supervisor to wear such an expression that spelled war.
The room, which walls and ceiling where a chandelier was hanged were painted in white and pillars in gold, was bathed in darkness so as not to wake the sleeping figure that was on the huge bed under the thick blankets that rose and fell with each breath the occupant took. He was fast asleep and seemed not to wake any sooner, but his mind was fully aware that he was awake and wanted to open his eyes to see where he was; however, his body refused to do so. Once again, he tried to open his eyes only to find it fruitless with each attempt and started to hyperventilate. And, it only got worse when he tried to move, but could not, making his heart beat faster and short of breath.
Sensing the distress of their akin, the twelve hooded figures from before, who now wearing casual clothes, in the drawing room stood and moved out to the room where the sleeping ones was.
Cyril, the Noah of Desires, grabbed the knob, which was painted in gold, and tilted it to open with a soft click, pushing the white door. The others followed him inside the dark room, stopping by the huge bed where the child was, and watched the kid shivered. It worried them to see the little boy in that state because of the reason unknown to them. Not knowing why was something they could not bear, after all.
Each of them thought of the possible cases that would cause the boy to panic within their selves and were seriously thinking of solutions to calm the him when Cyril thought of something, smiling pleasantly to himself at the idea he had which they supposed to be helpful, but then again he said to no one, or more like to himself that he will adopt the child despite him being the Heart or whatnot as long as he was cute and adorable, then.
"That's right. He will be my son, but I have to marry a fragile woman first." The Noah of Desires turned to Road and kissed her on forehead. "I'm going to look for your new mommy, Road! And, Wisely?"
"Yes?"
"Take care of little Allen while I'm gone."
"Ye-yes, Cy- I mean, Dad."
Cyril smiled at his children and went off, leaving them to deal with the boy.
Jasper and David, the twins and Noah of Bonds, glanced at each other and asked, "Should we chant General Cross' debts to his ear to calm him?"
Hearing those words, the remaining nine Noahs glared at the twins who smiled sheepishly back at them whilst rubbing the back of their heads.
"I knew it. It's a bad idea, right? Hehe." David laughed awkwardly.
"Hii! Absolutely bad!" His twin, Jasper, exclaimed.
