Splotches of milky forms were set into the azure depth that hung over the endless depth of the Pacific Ocean. Tranquillity was disrupted by the shrill screeching of a plane that split the clouds, soaring along its course. The steel belly glided along as its dark shadow disrupted the glimmer of the sun reflecting off the cobalt surface of the water, oblivious to the sun trailing down behind it.
Through the two layers of think glass, erected in defense of the mortals within the flying machine, eyes which reflected the shades of azure that could be seen in the sea below, watched as the sheet of liquid passed below him almost certain he could spot the flickering glances of the sun's brilliant reflection upon the scales of the many fish below. Lips arched upward in the hint of a smile as his eyes flickered from side to side in the window, caught the movements of a pod of dolphins playfully dancing within the depths of the ocean, their sleek gray forms diving up to caress the air before vanishing beneath the sheet of cobalt. A light laugh wound its way from his parted lips as his eyes continued to observe the dance of the marine life below.
The laugh carried over and tickled the pale ears of the companion who sat next to him. Violet eyes were hidden beneath fragile eyelids as a futile attempt was made to block out the sounds from his escape of meditation. However, being unused to such things laughter and the sounds of others, he was unable to do so and was forced out of meditation. Eyes blinked once or twice as a sigh escaped his lips. Looking down he held a fragile pale hand before his face. Each detail of the intricate fingers caught his attention as his mind became used to seeing such things on his body again. For the longest time his hands had been covered in the smooth white shell, and he had been unable to discern their specific details.
The fatigues of the events were still setting in. Physically not much damaged was sustained over the turn of events, however mental stability needed to be reinforced. Being aware of it all he had attempted to re-adapt to the normalcy of being able to operate mentally without the coercion of being per-programmed by the numerous drugs to perform as he was told.
He was sure, though, that such things would not require great deals of time and soon he would be able to re-adjust to the fashions of how he should act around friends and family in order to seem normal. Excuses would be made for family and some friends. The other friends, however, would not need such things. Accompanying him upon this flight was symbolic of that, these were the ones who were willing to understand what he told them of the events, and had witnessed events in the past which made it easy to tell them such things. A small smirk played on his lips at the thought of how easily family would be persuaded by his excuses, and how soon he could return to normalcy after the unfortunate incident.
"Would you like something to drink?"
It was a brunette who interrupted him. Once dressed in a tacky uniform wheeling the squeaky cart holding a paraphernalia of drinks through the minuscule aisles.
"I'll have some water."
This was the one beside him. Encouraging the woman. Granted it was being polite but he did not desire her chatter interrupting his silence.
"Get me some Coke."
The one on the other side. He'd remained silent throughout the flight out of courtesy. It was because he was a friend that he showed this courtesy, and a good friend at that.
"All right, water and Coke...and for you?"
The question came to him. He did not wish to respond to it, yet he had to. Putting forth an effort to remain silent was quickly becoming tedious.
"Nothing, thank you."
"Okay."
Before long the water and Coke were delivered to the respective hands. Tray-tables went down on either side of him, effectively sealing him within their plastic prison. His eyes closed as he once again tried to enter his meditative trance yet somehow the constriction of the tables was too much for his subconscious to handle. Because of the recent shock, it was overwhelming.
"Are you okay?"
Sea green eyes flickered with concern
"I am fine, it is nothing."
"You sure?"
This time sky blue were turned on him
"Yes, I am."
"Well, if you're sure..."
The one with blue hair was still untrusting of him.
"I am."
Sea green eyes returned to watching the marine life out the window once the response was gained. The other beside him gave him a glance with hidden concern and returned his own sky blue eyes to the book at hand, a mystery novel, how typical.
Once again he tried for meditation, yet this time he succeeded. Letting his mind slip away his pale lips settled on a calm expression as the steel bird sped away from the ragged coast of the Americas.
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"I shall see you later."
It was his farewell as he before the door of the cab. Every person in the airport had been giving him odd looks since he exited the place, the cabby included. Granted it seemed very odd that he would return to Japan on a flight from the Americas without any sort of luggage. However, he had a valid excuse for that. He had excuses prepared for everything.
"We'll see you, Seiji."
Nasutei.
"Ja ne Seiji."
Ryo.
"If you ever need to talk about it you know my number, feel free to call me up any time."
Shin.
"Seiji...I'm glad you're feeling better. If anything's the slightest bit wrong...please tell us."
There was concern in his voice, it showed and everyone sensed it. All eyes turned at him with the same look reflecting in them.
"My house is always open to you, just call."
Again, Nasutei.
"Yeah and if you ever need to we know you can come up with something to tell your parents."
The joker trying to lighten the stiff mood, with success. Smiles graced every face as he stepped into the cab and waved farewells until they were out of sight. Bringing his hand out of the window he shared a private smile with himself. It had been a hard time, but he had endured it. Through thick and thin he had managed to escape and now he was free. Very soon he would be free of all things, all burdens, and things would return to the way they should be. Very soon.
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As the cab departed from his view a prickle grew up the spine of Touma's neck. Rubbing it away he felt the definite existence of evil somewhere near. The strangest thing was that throughout the whole time they had spent the past few weeks he never felt anything like that. As he looked around the small group he looked to see if any of the others had felt it. Oddly enough they all acted completely normal, as if nothing had happened. It seemed strange that he would be the only one to feel such a thing. Taking another glance after the cab he silently mused if Seiji was truly feeling better. Then, just as quickly as the evil had came, it vanished. Left pondering its existence Touma retrieved his bags and called a cab of his own. It was a long drive to the train station, then a long ride to Osaka.
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