"There are times, in which even the truth will not be able to be revealed with words."

Abslon

'Ring!!' 'Riing!!'

I had recognized that sound.

That was the sound of my phone's alarm trying and succeeding to wake me up. I had always found it to have quite the annoying sound. I suppose that's just the way it was made.

Waking up was always the hardest part, my brain had wished to rise and yet my body wished to stay stagnant. The two conflicted wills had resulted in an increase in the drowsiness I had already experienced getting up from bed.

Thankfully the two settled down, allowing me enough time to rise from my bed before a certain woman came barging in.

This was a woman that would be classified as a beauty amongst her peers, however, after spending many a time with her, I feel as though I've grown immune to the charm her chestnut hair would bring. Or the hypnosis effect you'd be under if you stare into her emerald-like eyes for a while.

As she let go of my door handle and gave me a little twirl in her maid uniform, I presented him with a small smile of amusement. Amazed by how much energy she had each day.

This was Nonami Shiroma. The happy-go-lucky maid that has been taking care of me for quite some time now. She was cheerful, caring, and always liked hanging around me for some reason.

She was the type of person an introvert like me would loathe, a person who hangs around your safe space even when you don't want them there. And they won't leave you alone even if you tell them so kindly to go fuck yourself.

"Good morning, Abslon!"

And yet.

It was that same persistence, that despite my burning hatred for her, she had somehow managed to worm her way into my heart.

I didn't know when. And I didn't know-how.

But somehow, over time. She had managed to pull it off.

"You're looking chipper as always," I replied, pulling off the sheets and sitting on my bed, facing her. I had noticed she'd grown taller from this angle, but for the sake of having fun teasing her later, I had kept that thought to myself.

"And you're looking more like an insomniac lately. Have you been getting enough sleep?"

I shook my head. "I had that weird dream again."

"One of you drowning?"

"No."

"What about one of you in black chains?"

"No."

"Then I get the feeling it's a new one, cause I had never heard you mention it ever since Tristan brought you here." She said, stepping beside me and opening my curtains, opening the window soon after.

"Forget about it, Nonami. I'm fine." I said, walking towards my closet and selecting something to wear.

Nonami turned back and stared at me. Not bothering to show expressions on her eyebrows as she continuously looked at me.

I hated when she stared at me like that, it made it harder to lie to her. I've been training to resist that stare, but even so, as the seconds go by, I can feel my will starting to break.

Finally, she had let out a sigh. "Well, if you say so Abslon." She had begun to make my bed by first taking all the stuff and throwing it on the floor.

She then stopped and had turned to me, while placing the sheet on the mattress. "By the way, Tristan said that he had wanted to see you."

Tristan? Normally he would have come by himself if he had wanted to talk, but maybe he was feeling lazy. It was Saturday after all.

That, or he pulled an all-nighter on Dark Souls again.

"Do you know why, Nonami?"

She shook her head. "I can't say, he was with his wife. You know how she is." Nonami commented with a small scowl.

"Ah, right."

We stayed silent for the rest of the morning. By the time she was done making my bed, I was already dressed for the day. Simple denim jeans, a white shirt, and a blue jersey.

This place was called the Moonshade Manor. It was 64,000 square foot manor built on the outskirts of New York City when you are just beginning to make the transition onto Beverly Hills. It was still within walking distance towards the city and Times Square, with Manhattans Central Park being a bit of a walk through the area.

The amount of revenue needed to build this place had totaled up to about three-hundred and thirty-three million dollars. Only affordable because my caretaker, Tristan, is the founder and CEO of the Moonshade Corporation.

While I still don't know much about the details of the company, I know that is extremely affluent. It's been rivals with Microsoft for a while now and it's the only reason that Tristan won't let me get an Xbox.

But I digress.

On average, the Moonshade Corporation boasts revenue of about $100,000 an hour. And that totals to an annual income of $876,000,000.

The point in all of the information I'm giving you?

It was to give you an exact idea of how much power Tristan has in his hands in terms of technology.

"Heh, I see that you're up early kiddo."

Looking towards the door I can see that familiar wave of black hair and familiar luster of silver eyes looking at me in comfort and happiness.

Boasting a large 6-foot-three and a lean, muscular build. Tristan Moonshade, my caretaker was standing right in my doorway.

Despite how he looks, Tristan was actually a genius scientist and inventor. His inventions have not only revolutionized the speed of Trade routes internationally, securing his power within the World Trade Organization, but he's making waves within the precipice of healthcare. This includes inventing better functioning and synthetic prosthetics, and further enhancing the healing properties of penicillin.

His most notable achievement would be in being the leading scientist behind the group of pharmacists that had developed the cure for Malaria.

So even while the company is as affluent as it is, just Tristan being CEO is making the Moonshade Corporation nigh untouchable.

That's how powerful, the man smiling at me right now, was.

"What did you call me for?" I questioned, taking a pair of white Adidas sneakers out of my drawer and putting them on.

Tristan scratched his head before replying. "I just came to tell you that your therapist is here." I gave him a questioning look before he caved and gave me more info. "It's Chisato, remember? She couldn't make it last month."

"Oh, Chisato? She's here already?"

He nodded. "Yep, time to go for your therapy session, Abslon." Tristan gave a small melancholic smile at that statement before stepping aside and letting me pass through the doorway.

"I know you don't like to remember Abslon. After what happened, I wouldn't want to either. But I know you're not like me, you're a strong kid. I keep telling you that. But even a strong kid like you would need a shoulder to cry on for these kinds of things."

"We've been together for nine full years Abslon, you already know that I won't snitch if you come crying to me." He ends with a bright smile, trying to end his little speech on a high note while hiding how sad he felt for me.

To respond to his kindness, I gave him a small smile back. "I may not know while you've decided to put me through this so suddenly, but, thanks for caring, Tristan."

Stepping out of my bedroom onto the hallway, I dashed through the one other tenant of this manor on my way to the office.

The tenant stopped for a moment and had turned to face where I had rushed to and gave a sigh.

"What is the point of Abslon going through all this?" Nonami questioned, also peeking out of the doorway to see where I had gone.

"I keep telling you, you'll see it when it happens, Nonami. It'll be worth it, I swear." Tristan answered, stepping away from the doorway and looking at the Head Maid.

"I bloody well hope so, it seems too cruel to make him remember his dead friends."

Sona

"Here, this is the administrative data collected by the teachers of the school."

"Does this include the absentees for this month?"

"Yes, President."

"Perfect, I'll review the data as soon as I'm done with managing the Academy Maintenance record. A good job as always, Tsubasa."

Sona Sitri had always thought of her job as Student Council President as somewhat easier compared to what the teachers go through day by day.

Even though in secret, Kuoh Academy was ruled by both her and another she did not bother to mention, her job had only demanded of her three things.

Managing and approving administrative records, Organizing various School trips and events such as the School Festival.

And lastly, overseeing disciplinary measures.

One might argue that because since she had to deal with the Perverted Trio almost daily, she had a harder time than the teachers because the infamous group at least had half a brain to play nice with the ones marking their future tests.

And while their argument is valid, Sona never saw it as much as an annoyance as people like to think it would be. At best, during one of her off days, she'd see it as a nuisance.

But even if she saw it as easier than what the teachers would go through, Sona could not deny that it was not easy being the president.

Not at all.

Her only saving grace would be in the mantra she says to herself every day before walking into this Academy.

"Remember the dream, remember the dream."

Yes.

Her dream of being the headmaster of the first School for Low-Class Devils that she'll build in Vesarima.

Day by day, no matter the challenges she faces, she'll always cling to that dream. And each day, since the day she was voted as Student Council President in her first year, her dream was growing brighter and more vivid.

At times, she'd be able to almost grasp that vision of a dream.

It would take a lot of hard work. Sona knew that since she had first declared it to her aristocratic parents and her troublesome older sister.

But as much as she knew how hard she had to work for this dream of hers, she never expected that at times she'd feel so…

Lonely.

Exactly like this moment.

Sitting alone, inside the ever-quiet Council Office just moments after Tsubasa left. With nothing else to keep her company besides the cup of coffee in her hand or the glass chessboard, she had on her desk.

Despite the kind of persona she displays daily within the sight of her fellow students and council members, Sona does not like wants to be alone in empty rooms like this.

Being alone meant that she had to think, and when she had started to think, the words of doubt she'd been keeping in the back of her mind begin to resurface. And she begins to contemplate whether she's waiting her time with her dream or not.

Many would think she's being silly, yet many don't realize that Sona had been more susceptible to imposter syndrome since childhood.

Now is not the time to think. She quickly replaced the cup of coffee with the documents in hand and had begun to fulfill her duty.

That's right, the more I do, the less I think. That's why I keep doing this. Straightening out the documents she read and tying them with elastic. She placed them back on the desk and picked up her cup of coffee.

Yes, that is why she's the President.

For the sake of her fleeting dream.