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Chapter 7: Suspecting
Triet-Inn room
I stared at Ashura, confused. Obviously, he had somehow read my mind, like Martel and Mithos. How on Symphonia are they so capable of doing these thing? He slowly moved to the side, and then pulled out the tucked in chair, and sat on it. He laid the ninja cloths neatly on the table between me and him. Ashura only placed his hands on the table behind the cloths as he cleared his throat.
"I believe they're yours to keep." He said again, and this just plain confused me even more.
"I'm sorry for the confusing answer, but it belongs to you now." I only tipped my head to the side, curious of why he was saying this.
Ashura started saying things that made me terribly confused. Even though what he said was probably about someone else, not me. He talked as if I was someone else, not an experiment and specimen, but actually someone that mattered. Everyone only thought half-elves are to be used as lousy host bodies and slaves. I didn't agree with that, and I don't think any other half-elves did. But anyhow, Ashura was sure confusing me to the edge of the cliff.
Triet-Inn room-A few minutes later
Finally, Ashura was done talking about something I had no clue about. I got up from the table, and started to the door. He followed me with the green and yellow cloths in hands. I walked over to my inn room, out of Martel's inn room. As I went into mine, Mithos was on the bed again, having fun. Mithos stopped and saw Ashura, who he had expected to have left by now. I sat on my bed as Ashura went to an small table for the guests, and placed the ninja cloths there. Then he walked back over to the door.
"Well, I'll take my leave now." He greeted as I only nodded in response.
As Mithos looked at Ashura leave, he slumped back onto the bed, and relaxed as he took an deep breath. He then got up half way and looked at me, but I wasn't looking back like usual. I was staring at the cloths. I never saw them in my entire life, but the presence felt so familiar. Maybe it was because Ashura wore them, and I got to know him? That can't be. It felt very close, as if it belonged to me, which actually wasn't mine as far as I was concerned. I only stared at it before I fell asleep from staying in the same place for so long.
Dream
Again? Why am I keep appearing here? I couldn't move, like the other dreams. All I could do was see something. But this one was rather different. It wasn't anything with looking or its appearance, I had to use my ears. Voices were heard, and I listened to every single word spoken.
"Ashura, take care of these for me." An mature male voice spoke as an baby's language was spoken from another.
"Take care of Yuna for me." With that, everything faded away, and extremely bright light consumed it all.
Triet-Inn room
The curtains on the windows were opened by Martel, and that was the light in my dream. I snapped my eyes open, and I wiped some sweat on my forehead away. Martel was looking at me, her eyes observing me. She then straigthened up, and crossed her arms, and she looked so much like Yuan in that way. He was always having his arms crossed, and I wondered why.
"You were moving around in your bed a lot, so I got worried. I guess nothing was wrong." I actually liked the fact that Martel cared for me.
As I laid back down onto the bed with Mithos and Martel out of the room now, I stared at the ceiling once more. I thought of the odd dream that I couldn't help but think of every second. 'Take care of Yuna for me'? Why am I mixed up in all this? This is giving me an extreme headache, just like before, which I wasn't enjoying. Maybe I should go find Ashura and get some more information out of him.
Next chapter
Body Host Number 876407: Does Ashura think I'm Yuna? Why this all of an sudden? But now, the search for Ashura starts, where can the ninja be?
Body Host Number 876407: Next on Chapter 8: Finding the stealth.