Note: Hello! Yeah, I know this is one month delayed and I once again apologize. This chapter is short since this is the continuation of chapter seven. Anyways, this chapter is a turning point...if you know what I mean after reading this.
Oh, I thank you so much for your patience, guys! You have my gratitude! Thanks a bunch for your support! This chapter may not be sufficient enough but please review?
35 Years
Chapter 8: The Visit 2
Cross was not fond of wearing laboratory coats, saying it was difficult to move around with it on, but currently he was walking with the thing on and was carrying a big box of metal; the telecommunication back pack with built-in talisman. Damn that git. Why the heck do I need to wear this white nuisance!? If he isn't the Science Division Head... The boy's thoughts trailed off upon hearing clapping of hands and cheering. Looking up ahead, he saw that the huge double doors to cafeteria were open and the noise he was hearing came from it. He was an inquisitive boy, so without giving it a second thought he marched toward the cafeteria.
"Sing some more!"
"Yeah! You have such a wonderful voice! We want to here more!"
The boy heard shouts as he got closer. And then, he was at the entry way and saw finders formed a crowd around a petite girl that had taken Cross' breath away.
The girl was a preteen. She had long, wavy jet black hair, fair skin that almost looked pale against her hair, blood red lips, and the most beautiful iced blue eyes that sparkled with mirth as she laughed. "Alright! Just one more time, okay?" said the girl, and started singing. Little did she know, there was this red headed boy that had already fell in love with her at first sight.
As the young girl sang, something on her throat glowed green. Her voice was like one would hear in the opera, and its quality was like no other. The girl's voice flowed through the air, giving anyone that can hear the song the sensation of listening to a calm sea and feeling the soothing wind. The harmony was short lived though as the girl finished. Groans were heard from finders, but the girl only gave an apologetic smile and got off the table she had been standing on. "I'm sorry, but if I stay long you wouldn't eat your meals." was her excuse before walking away from the crowd. That was when she saw Cross by the entryway, and she smiled as she skipped her way to the boy. "Hello!" she greeted the red headed boy once she reached him.
"Hi!" Cross replied, finally out of his daze, and smiled. "Are you new here?" he asked.
"Yes." said the girl. "There aren't many kids my age here, are there? You are the first one I saw."
Still smiling, Cross spoke. "Actually, I'm the only kid here. My name is Cross by the way. You are?"
"Call me Maria."
"Maria." Cross tested the name. "What a beautiful name. I would bow down and kiss your hand had I not been holding this." he said as he gestured to his invention.
Maria's eyes travelled from Cross down to the metal box, and asked, "What's that?"
"Oh, just an invention I made. I was on my way to see the supervisor, but I heard your graceful voice so I stopped by here and met you."
"I see. Mind if I tag along with you?" asked Maria, tilting her head.
"I don't mind." Cross shrugged his shoulders. "Let's go!" he said.
In the Walker's manor, Allen entertained his guests. They were in the garden outside, having some grape juice and biscuit, surrounded by blooming flowers.
"So, you still have things to attend to?" Cyrus inquired as he leaned back, and sipped his tea. Placing his cup of tea on a saucer that his left hand was holding, he said, "Aren't you rich, Allen? It has been two years yet you are still working on the treasures your parents had left with you."
Allen shrugged, picking a biscuit. "Well, what can I do? There's only a few left though." he said, eliciting a chuckle from the man.
As the young Walker and the Campbell's talked, Mana and Neah were peering at them behind the rims of their glasses that had grape juice. Since coming back from Cross' place, Neah had been observant of their uncle. He noticed nothing out of ordinary from their uncle, so it brought up a question in his mind.
Is he really a Noah?
"Hey, Neah." called Mana, leaning sideward to his brother. The said brother snapped out of his musings and turned to face his twin. "I see no problem here."
"Me neither." replied Neah before turning his attention to his uncle. He said, "Uncle, how come Allen can do jobs like you adults do? He's only a kid."
Before Cyrus could open his mouth, Allen answered for him, saying, "I don't actually. I have someone who does that work. I'm only keeping an eye on him."
"Is he not that trusted?" asked Mana out of curiosity.
"He is. I just don't want to risk any possibility of him betraying my family since I heard that before my father passed away they had argued."
Chuckling lightly for a moment, Cyrus put in, "That's brilliant for a young child like you."
"Thank you, Lord Campbell." Allen nodded.
For another hour, they all conversed, talking about business Neah could not comprehend much and things they wanted in the future, each avoiding a certain subject subconsciously.
"Well, I had fun talking with you, Allen." said Cyrus as he stood, pushing his chair back, and faced his nephews, asking, "How 'bout you two?"
Nodding their heads, the Campbell twins replied in sync, "Yeah! It's been awhile since we last came here." and then Neah added, "I hope we could play again one of these days." as he, too, stood up followed by Mana.
"Of course. Just a bit more and I'll be done with my attorney and then we could play." Allen smiled.
They were all about to go for the front door of the house when Neah suddenly felt headache. The boy stopped on his tracks as he held his head with his left hand while the other grabbed the chair to balance his self.
"You okay?" asked Allen, who was peering to his Neah's face.
Hiding his grimace, Neah answered, "I'm fine. Just a light headache."
"If you say so."
