/Cooro and Blanca talking/
\Liam mind talking\
'thinking'
"talking"
Cooro was cold. Even though the sun was shining and the people were laughing, the air was frigid and sparse. He had been sent into town by Miranda to get some groceries, and Blanca had quickly encouraged him to go, secretly hoping it would help distance him from his friends so they could leave easier.
Currently, he was simply wandering the streets not wanting to get back to the house just yet. He had a bag of food in his arms, an apple in his mouth, and goose bumps on his arms. He shivered slightly, taken by surprise when a particularly big gust of wind brushed past him.
He frowned, wishing the cloak draped over his shoulders had stayed over his arms, which were only protected by short white sleeves. Glancing at the townsfolk, he was baffled at how they could wear short dresses and short sleeved shirts in this weather, without being cold. He could only assume they had gotten used to it, since many had lived there for a while, it looked like.
Finally getting sick of the cold, Cooro ran until the people became scarce, and brought forth his Anima. Someone gasped behind him but he couldn't bring himself to care at the moment. The cold air bit into his eyes as he ascended, and he shifted the paper bag in his arms so nothing would spill.
/I'm on my way back,/ he said to Blanca, via mind link, and frowned slightly when she didn't respond.
/Blanca?/
Suddenly his vision blurred, and the next second he was falling, food falling beside him. Gasping, he grabbed the food he could and flew up quickly, watching warily as the remaining food splattered on the ground.
He rubbed at his eyes, and sighed, 'It's gotta be the weather. I'm not used to things being this cold. Not flying in anyways…'
Taking a deep breath, Cooro continued flying, though he worked harder at keeping his eyes opened, and trying to get rid of the heavy feeling in his stomach.
'Something's wrong. What's going on?'
Cooro sped up slightly, looking below for the house he had come to know so well. Before he saw it, he was finally answered.
/Co.r.?/
/Blanca! Is everything okay?/
/C. ? Can't-..ar.y.o./
/Blanca? What's going on?/ Cooro frowned, fear creeping into his mind. He couldn't hear Blanca, and from the sound of things, she couldn't hear him either.
Something was definetly wrong.
Then suddenly, a much clearer voice cut into Cooro's mind. The clarity sending knives of sound into Cooro's brain, causing said boy to shut his eyes in pain.
\Cooro.\
Cooro's eyes opened, and narrowed. The pain wasn't important. This, was very important.
/How can I hear you Liam?/
Liam laughed, and Cooro's vision blacked out for a split second before becoming clear again.
/Can you not be so loud?/
The laughing stopped, but Cooro could still hear Liam smile in his voice.
\Oh, sorry. To loud?\
/What do you want?/
There was a pause, in which Cooro took the moment to search once again for Miranda's home, and once again he failed to find it. Liam laughed again, and Cooro clenched his teeth.
/What do you want!?/
\Nothing.\ The honesty in his answer surprised Cooro, and he hesitated. \I can honestly say that I want nothing as of right now.\
Before Cooro had a change to retort, Liam finished, and Cooro almost whimpered at the power and joy in his voice. \I just wanted to show you something is all,\ and he was gone. Opening his eyes, Cooro froze.
He stared at the roof that had he had become so used to seeing. Had it always been just under him?
Cooro bit back a snarl as he realized what had happened.
He didn't know how. He didn't know why. But Liam had contacted him in a way no one besides Blanca could. Liam was able to hurt him without touching him.
And Liam had made him unable to see what was clearly in front of him.
Cooro flew quickly down to the house, and his eyes narrowed when he saw Husky looking up at him, an unrecognizable feeling rising up inside of his chest.
Just what the hell was going on?