On a long highway road...
Sitting at the left side backseat of a Cadillac CTS as his father steers smoothly along the bends, bumps and abrupt elevation changes of the country side road, he breathes deeply for composure. Images of lush sceneries pass through as he peers out the translucent window.
"Father, Mother…" He mutters gradually.
"Please give it another thought. I assert you that I wouldn't get in your way. I promise. Truly, I believe that you leaving me here is utterly unnecessary." Most kindly and politely, he requests them for their reconsideration.
"We believe it is for the best, our child. You have been working so hard recently. And it is for the better that you be granted a change of surroundings." His father answers whilst carefully maneuvering behind the wheel.
"It doesn't bother me at all, Father. I greatly assure you." The young boy insists his stand as he loosens his seat belt and leans against the back of the driver's seat. He rests a hand by the right shoulder area of the seat whilst his head peeps aside it.
"Still, we fully believe that you need this. You require a fresh start." His father explains most kindly as he glimpses at him eye to eye through the car sun visor.
"But what would they say?" The boy includes in his defense.
Then he darts his father with compelling eyes that acquaints him that he is not at all affected by the previous experience with grief.
"I'm confident that they shall be very overjoyed to see you again." His dad persuades him firmly and very tolerantly.
"Plus, your mother and I are aware about your random vigorous workouts at your usual rendezvous. Therefore, you truly need this opportunity for you to have more time and freedom to unwind yourself and enjoy life." His father insists on his suggestion then gently smiles upon mentioning, thus, ending the conversation.
Stunned and with eyes becoming wide open, the boy is silenced upon realising that his secret is all along discovered and has been being tolerated with. He has been so careful and discreet not to be found out. Now that he has been exposed, they are just going to reward him with even more freedom? He queries to himself.
He now looks sullen and ashamed as he stares downcast at an empty space whilst he is still leaning at the back, right side of his father's seat. His hands stiffen at gripping the shoulder portion of his father's seat as a result of his sudden surge of overwhelming emotions from deep within in. He doesn't feel unhappy about it but at the same time, he too doesn't feel joy. This is all so confusing to him.
'Why are they still so kind to me? Why do they tolerate me even though I keep on disobeying them over and over again? Shouldn't I be punished severely instead?' In his mind, he asks these questions again and again.
". . . . . . . . ."
Becoming depressed, he now no longer has anything to say to the man he somehow admires and respects.
Then he feels a gentle hand stroke him on the head coming from the right side. As the tender soft fingers slowly glides through whilst ruffling his wavy golden hair, it reminds him of an exact experience he had in the past.
The motherly touch also brings him in a blissful sensation of déjà vu and nostalgia.
It makes him grin meekly whilst a face of tranquility replaces his usual stolid one. Finally, he sighs.
"Alright mother, father. I shall try not to complicate things anymore." Submitted, he resolves as he sits himself back comfortably at the left backseat.
"Oh well. This going to be a new chapter in my life, I assume. Don't you think so, James?" He mutters to his miniature seatmate as he glances down to a spherical object seated on his lap.
Its golden strip glistens as the setting sun's balmy rays reflect on it.
Back in the large sunny landscape area...
Piko is just about to leave and ambush the boys in their improved makeshift battle fortress when the three girls insist him to wait with them for a while until their bait is taken. Around the traps that Piko prepared, the girls place plates full of their homemade desserts. After they set that, they place a picnic mat by a nice and comfy spot within the fields and wait there together. Carrying baskets with them, the three girls decide to support their younger helper by making him gain some renewed energy for battling. It's the least they can think of, to thank and cheer for him.
"By the way, Piko while we all wait, here! You seem to be a little worn out. Say: Aaaa, cutie Piko." Lenka says cheerfully yet babyishly whilst she offers him a forkful of the delectable pie that she baked earlier.
With wide eyes and a tinting pink hue forming on his cheeks, Piko instantly shakes his head to deny the offer but another forkful of dessert comes and is being forced down his throat.
"Actually minus Rin, we baked really delicious desserts just for you and Olivia, Piko schnuchkums. Here, have some right now since you will need the extra energy for battling. Len can heal himself and the three boys whilst you haven't even had the chance to eat these exquisite and first-class treats we made since you and Olivia have returned, all thanks to that stupid retarded pervert's lack of consideration." Neru flaunts proudly whilst bashing their said 'prey' as she relentlessly pushes the forkful of the glittery chocolate cake into his mouth.
"Oh don't be shy dear Piko, here!" Gently whilst shining him a warm smile, Miku hands him a lacey, mint green, transparent pouch filled with her home-baked chocolate cookies.
"I really appreciate it but I prefer to eat these with Olivi-aaa...! ! !"
*two forks made their way pushing through into his mouth successfully*
"Mmm Umhm...
*~gags~*
*~cough~*
... 9_ _9 ...
*~swallows~*
*~chokes~*" He chokes since two forks were shoved into his mouth simultaneously. His face turns from pink to blue.
"Don't worry deary-weary, we won't allow you to be too full so that you can enjoy dining and lovey-doveying with your sweety-pwetty Olivia later." Lenka says giggling at his unintended adorable and funny reactions whilst sounding like she's talking to a little brother. Then she makes him drink cool coconut water to clear his throat.
Piko feels as if he's being babysat.
. . . . . . . . . 0_ _0 ;
"We have so much more of these back in the party venue, so don't hesitate and eat up. Open wide!" Neru insists then shoves another heaping forkful into his mouth.
After succeeding again, she ruffles his hair in amusement whilst beaming him a ecstatic grin then forces another forkful down his throat with no fail.
Piko gags as the food just keeps oncoming until the plate empties.
*chokes* . . . . . . . . . '''Dx
"There you go. Feel fresher now?" Soothingly, Miku asks after she just wiped his arms, chest and back with a clean, cool and moistened hand towel. She is removing the stickiness and sweat off him whilst he is being force-fed.
Then she takes out a clean fresher dry towel, fragrant baby powder, a comb and cologne from her basket which she generously applies on him.
Once again, Piko feels as if he's being babysat only far worse.
. . . . . . . . . ~O_ _O~
'Why are they doing this to me?'
. . . . . . . . . -9_ _9-
Dizzily and miserably, Piko asks himself whilst currently feeling so smothered, practically harassed and apparently uncomfortable at the same time.
The three girls giggle at his seemingly timid reactions, all adoring and grinning repetitively at his unintended modesty and amiability.
After less than ten minutes of torment, well, that's for Piko's point of view...
"YIKES! ! !" He and the three girls all hear Rin shrieks when she slips on a muddy and slippery trap that she walked on for following an irresistible, mouthwatering aroma out of curiosity. The slippery ground, that she just stepped on, caves in due to her weight and with a thud she falls in, gaining stars that are now revolving around her head.
Rin is now confined in one of their traps that Piko helped set up for the three girls.
Appearing at the place at once, "Aha! Finally we got you!" Lenka says with a huge malevolent grin on her face whilst holding the 800 ml water bottle filled with the bizarre and bubbly dark green liquid in it.
"No point in resisting now, Rin. Give up peacefully and…" Before Miku finished speaking,
Neru speedily dives into the hole and rains her merciless fury on the already knocked out blonde menace.
Rin just lay there senseless since she is unmistakably out cold, therefore, unable to feel the blows and tussles the enraged strawberry blonde is currently showering on her.
Lenka cheers hollering for her excitedly whilst Miku and Piko gape unavoidably at her wildness.
. . .
"This is so ridiculous."
He says as he realises that he's most likely in a similar circumstance as her.
Back in the chilly garrison...
"*Munch*
*Munch*
*Munch*
*Swallows*"
As hastily as they get hold of one, three young soldiers consume their vigor-revitalizing edible orbs(or VREs for short) tossed to them by their unselected commanding officer.
Prominently grinning, "Woo! That was so intense, Len! We definitely got him now. Heck! What can he do without his fourteen trusty swords." Nero boasts their combat advantage as he finishes the last bite of the shining pale blue sphere.
It tastes like an exceptionally tasty cookie but it is as cold as munching on an ice popsicle. However, it didn't cause anyone of them tooth pain or brain freeze or any other ailments from eating chilled treats.
. . .
*Nero's HP restores back to 99%*
*Mikuo's HP restores back to 99%*
*Rinto's HP restores back to 99%*
*Len's HP didn't restore to 99%*. . .
"What's wrong Len? Aren't you going to eat that?" Mikuo said when he noticed that Len is just staring at the VRE in his hand.
"No. Here, keep it!" He tosses the edible orb to Mikuo.
He walks towards the 14 ice crates which imprisoned the silveret's 14 weapons. The clear crates are quaking violently as he approaches.
It seems like the encased blades have minds of their own and are trying to break free from their enclosure.
Len extends his hand and materializes thick frost chains to bind the crates immobile.
For a few seconds, the crates are rendered at peace until a splash of light illuminated and ricocheted from them and hits Len directly.
"LEN! ! !" His three soldiers scream in alarm as they witnessed the holocaust. Unhesitatingly, they hurry to his side.
Len is shoved aback five meters away but he didn't fall to the ground as he gathered his weight on the one leg that stepped backwards. His right hand covered the right side of his face then he gathers his equilibrium. He turns to his three comrades with half a face and an entire right arm drenched in blood.
"OMG, Len! Be careful around those." Rinto warns him as he snatches the VRE from Mikuo's hand and forces Len to snack on it.
He pushes it away partially wiping the dripping body fluid and boldly marches back towards the chained enclosures.
His three comrades observe him and glance at one another. Rinto taps Mikuo and Nero on the shoulders and whispers to them to let him be alone at the moment.
They proceed to setting up their equipments and weapons for the next wave in the other room.
Len glares furiously at his prisoners as he scrutinizes them one by one. He walks around each one eying every single content of a specified crate. Finally he stops before the crate with the largest blade. It glints eerily at him as if it's infuriated and wants to do him harm. Len commands the ice chains to dissolve into the crate and detain the blade. When the chains coil on it, the largest blade quivers and struggles most violently. Summoning more chains to coil on it - hydro, frost and ice all together, Len smashes the crate casing whilst leaving the chains alone to cling tightly on it.
The blade once again glints eerily at him then a small streak of light thrusts from its glow. It hits Len hard on the left cheek making it bleed. Glaring back at it, Len instantly seizes its hilt securing his grasp on it.
* * *CRASH* * *
"What the hell was that?" Startled, Nero says, accidentally dropping the hydro cartridge that he's equipping on his rifle.
"It's coming from over there." Leaving his post, Mikuo darts back to the previous room where they left Len. Nero dashes after him snatching the frost rifle Mikuo has forgotten behind then tosses it to him. He secures his own weapon and readies the hydro rifle for firing.
To their surprise, Rinto is already there by the hallway to the next room spying on Len. With his glacial rifle in his hands, he places his index finger in front of his lips so as to tell them to keep it down.
"What's happening, bro?" Whispering, the youngest one amongst the three inquires the tallest one. He whispers back what he had seen so far.
Without a second thought, the brawniest one dares to take a peep whilst scaling the wall. His eyes widen as he witnesses a brutal clash between an entity and a mystical blade.
"FROM NOW ON, YOU WILL OBEY ONLY ME ! ! !" Len, in his entity form, orates whilst wrestling with the largest blade.
It slams. . .
shoves. . .
and
throws him. . .
to the ground, . . .
against the walls . . .
and
onto the other crates . . .
It is trying to knock him off and force him to unhand its hilt but Len persists on grasping it strongly and unyieldingly.
"What is he doing? The other blades might escape if he continues breaking the crates by accident." Rinto analyzes in observance.
He steps into the room then grips the nearest chain he reaches. All the chains connects to the other crystal crates. He pulls the crates towards him and away from Len and the huge blade.
"It's best to keep these away." He says, piling the quivering crates aside. Mikuo and Nero help him secure them away to the farther side of the room.
To their surprise, the encased blades suddenly lay motionless in their tainted chains and crates then they all glow simultaneously.
"RUN ! ! !" Rinto alarms the two who are standing really close to them. He grabs them both by the arms and bolts out of the door in time for thirteen streaks of light shoot out of each crate. The walls, where the energy attacks hit, corroded and would have collapsed if it weren't for the frost barrier that enhanced its durability.
* * * CRASH * * *
They hear Len slams on the ground then they all rush to his side. Upon arriving there, they saw Len kneeling on the floor gripping the blade. His blood stained the walls and the floors of the area.
Silence surrounds the room as they assume that his wrestling match with the blade is over. On the very spot where he kneels, a radiant light blue dome brightens around him whilst he stands slowly and with caution. He turns to them with his head downcast. The shadow of his bangs covers his face.
"Len, are you alright?" Nero asks first.
"Bro, was it over?" Mikuo says next.
Rinto, eying him with deep observation, gestures to them to be on guard. He approaches him first then speaks to him.
"Well, Len?" Rinto says briefly.
Len raises his head facing them.
"Ready to roll out." He responds grinning all prominently whilst holding in his hands, a now radiant metallic blue blade.