"Hey, wake up!!" A voice shrilled in my ear.
The only thing I saw was the ceiling. It was painted in a light cream color. I never noticed how clean it looked until now. I looked to my left. There hovering over the dark blue sheets were two small eyes. I smiled at the eyes showing signs of life. I looked back at the ceiling.
"Hey Al, did I fall asleep again?" I said laughing. I didn't take my morning medicine, no wonder I blacked out. Then again I don't need that much anymore.
"Yes, and it isn't funny!" She said being serious.
"I'm sorry," I sat up looking at her. She was holding her stuffed goat tight, "if I scared you."
My eyes moved to each object in the room. It was my room. The ceiling and the walls on the room were painted a light cream color. On the window box there was a small white flower, it was growing out from the belly of the navy colored pot. Alvis had given it to me a couple of days after I came here. Watching the flower made me smile. 'This is a normal room', I thought. I looked back at Alvis.
"Whose Immelman?" I thought out loud to myself.
"He's," Alvis pulled her chair a little closer to my bed, "a name that was given by Claus. That guy named Dio gave him the name."
"What's his full name?" I sat crossed-legged, with my full attention towards Alvis. A couple of minutes passed as I waited for the name. "So?"
"The full name is Dio Elaclaire." Alvis said. From how she said the name she wasn't too happy.
"Dio Elaclaire." I repeated slowly. It was very rare to have anyone stay over.
"Why did you want to know?" Alvis asked with some curiosity.
"I was just curious." I said looking out the window. The wheat moved in the wind, as well as the grass, which we were on not so long ago. 'That's all it was, curiosity.' I thought to myself. "It's noon." I said out of the blue.
"Yeah, it is." Alvis said. The chair moved.
Alvis must have been giving me a confused stare, because I could feel it. She must have been wondering why I say things like that. 'Oh well' I thought.
I watched her. She put her goat on my bed. I looked at the goat and then to my sock-covered feet. A smile was soon forming slowly on my mouth I could feel it. I couldn't help it, I moved my left leg gently poking the stuffed animal. The goat, with the jingle-jangle of its bell fell to its side.
"Baa!! Baaaa!" the goat broke the silence in the house.
I laughed, and watched Alvis. She then reacted quiet fast, in a split second she grabbed the goat. She ran to my ebony colored nightstand and placed the goat there. She found it funny as well.
"So," I jumped off the bed and ran into my closet, "where is our new comer?"
"In the emergency room." she said. "He's okay though, he has a couple of bandages, nothing serious.""
While she told me this I was changing. I grabbed my essentials, like a new pair of pants, shirt, under shirt, underwear, stuff like that. "Done!" I was fully clothed now, I was putting on my shoes. I walked out of the closet. "Thanks Alvis!" I ran hugging the child.
"Black pants, a white and navy shirt, and a black sweater." Alvis laughed as I regained my composure.
She always laughed at me. She said I have a strange sense of style. I wore things that Claus might wear, or at least that is what Alvis told me. Then again, I was normal. It turned out I had amnesia, so if anyone asked me about my family, I would be as smart as a post. I can't remember people very well, so I'm glad I remember these people.
"I'm going to go—"I yawned at this point, "see our new comer." With that I walked out the door. In a couple of minutes I was at the emergency room. It was two doors down from where my room was. I was walking slowly, so I would be found out. The door was already open, so all I had to do was push the door and go inside.
The emergency room was bare, at least to me it was. It was something you saw in the hospitals, except there was now screen curtain at the bed.
"Hello?" I whispered shyly. Something caught the corner of my eye. There a light skinned man was sleeping peacefully. 'So that's Dio Elaclaire,' I thought. "Wow..." I whispered.
I slowly made my way to the chair that sat close to his bedside. It was on the left side if you must know. Even though the body was covered, you could tell he was strong. I made myself comfortable in the chair. I only sat there to get a good look at the man.
"Poke." I said childishly, I poked Dio's nose. It was warm.
"Hm." Dio was stirring up.
I pulled my hand back quickly and placed it on my lap. "Hello, sir."
"Luciora?" he said half-awake.
"Luciora he is no longer with us, sir." I said. I didn't take my eyes off him, though that is a very rude thing to do. Then, I remembered something Al told me a while back. Dio was the guy who was wept away by the Grand Stream. 'But the Grand Stream disappeared two years ago,' so that must mean he was the famous prince. I scratched my head a bit.
Dio sat up. I got a good look at the guy, and I was right he is strong. You could tell right away because he had no shirt. He was as strong for a man his age.
"Who are you?" His gray eyes stared at me.
"My name is Loki Ayo, sir." I said giving the man a friendly smile. I finally looked away. There on his nightstand rested a brush, I fiddled with it for a bit. "Do you want me to brush your hair, sir?"
"Luciora..." he said looking at me again.
I must of triggered a flash back for him, because for a couple of minutes he sat there not saying anything, or looking away for that matter. 'I might as well,' I moved a bit closer with the brush in my hand, and began brushing his hair. For a guy he had nice hair, he even had a braid rest on his left shoulder.
He gasped and looked down.
"Don't worry." I said trying to cheer him up. "Luciora and Immelman told me to take care of you, sir." I'm a horrible liar. "I know your name so there is no need to say yours."
I guess he took my lie, or came to fact that he would not see his friend again. I don't really know what went on in his head. He smiled and looked up again.
"Why are your eyes yellow?" he said putting his right hand on my left cheek, he pinched it.
"I don't know, sir." I said ignoring the pinch and continued brushing his hair. "How old are you, sir?" I asked then putting the brush down. I began to braid that certain lock of hair.
"I'm twenty-two years old." He said happily suddenly letting go of my cheek.
I smiled saying, "That's wonderful, sir."
Something then crossed my mind. 'This is a strange meeting,' I made me laugh. A strange meeting to me indeed, it was.
"Your hair," Dio played with one of the two locks of black hair.
"I don't like it when people touch my hair, sir." I said calmly.