Sage woke up the next morning with his head pounding. All he remembered was a cat woman in his room the night before and a strange dream about leprechauns. He looked at his clock and saw that it was six in the morning. Even though he was always an early riser, he didn't feel like it today.
"Damn my biological clock," she mumbled into his pillow. He heard some grumbling sounds and looked towards his roommate's bed, seeing Rowen shuffle around and go back to his never ending snoring. How Sage managed to sleep with that is beyond him.
He turned back around and attempted to back to sleep. Sleeping in once was okay. He'd been good and deserved to get this chance. But, there was that nagging from deep within his normal routine picking at his brain to get up and get his ass in gear to the new day. Sighing, he pushed himself out of bed and into the bathroom he shared with Rowen.
He turned on the hot water and stripped his pajamas and stepped into the falling water. Grabbing his shampoo, he lathered up and rinsed, grabbing for his conditioner and did the same. He then scrubbed his body down of the nightly dirt and sweat. When he got out, he dried himself off and dressed in a pair of cream colored pleated pants and a white casual looking button down shirt with a forest green vest over that. He styled his hair and made his way downstairs.
He moved his way through the hardly lit house to the foyer and pushed on his shoes. He grabbed his jacket and opened the door, locking it as he closed it behind him and made his way to his favorite meditation spot.
Once he was comfortably perched on his boulder, he closed his eyes and found his center. Breathing in and out gently, he listened to the world around him.
He stayed that way for quite some time, about four hours to be exact. One he felt satisfied, he opened his eyes and took a deep breath. Smiling, he grabbed his jacket and made his way back to the house. He took the back door and opened it into the kitchen, where the smell of Alvina's Breakfast Wraps permeated the air. He was getting used to eating breakfast now, ever since Alvina was bunking with them.
He sat down in his usual spot, grabbing the paper and opening it to the weather section. A plate was placed in front of him and he gladly put the paper down and started eating. He still remembered the threat that got him used to eating breakfast, and whenever he tried to protest, Alvina shot him a look about the threat.
Now, you begin to wonder: What would get Sage so scared into eating? Well, it has something to with his person. The best way to put it is in the words Alvina used.
So she spun the chair he was in and went face to face with him, her hands on either side of his head, and her knee placed on the chair between his legs in a position that if she kicked, she would do serious damage to his future reproduction units. She went close to his ear and whispered so only he would hear.
"I see London, I see France, I see Sage's underpants. They're white with red and pink hearts. Rowen kept your secret, and has only told me. Eat or I'll pin a pair of those heart boxers on the school flag post."
Talk about motivation. Since then, he's eaten every meal.
After breakfast, the phone began to ring. Sage looked at the clock and realized that it was Dania calling for a ride to her dance class. Alvina sort of knew this too and raced for the phone. Sage was too slow and she ended up getting there first.
"Moshi moshi, Koji House of Hunks, this is the Lady of the Waters, how may I address your call?"
Cye only sighed, Ryo and Kento burst out laughing, Rowen was too damn tired to care and Sage was on the verge of passing out. Alvina nodded a few times and smiled.
"Sage, there is a woman on the phone claiming you to be the father of her triplets."
"Gimme the damn phone!" he said trying to get it from her.
"Gimme, gimme never gets," she said handing the receiver to the blond and running into the kitchen before he could knock her upside the head. He placed the phone to his ear and mumbled a small greeting.
"She's perfect for Cye," Dania's voice said. "She balances him really well."
"She's extremely obnoxious," he said. "She's already threatened me. Anyway, I'm assuming you called for a ride?"
"It's becoming that familiar, huh?"
"Yeah."
"I figured. Yes, I am calling for a ride. Would you?"
"Sure. Ten minutes?"
"I'll be waiting."
Sage hung up the phone and smiled to himself. The thing with the cat person from the night before popped into his head. He would be able to do what he needed to do after Dania's dance lesson.
He rushed into the kitchen and walked up to Ryo. The warrior of fire only shook his head and took a sip of coffee. Sage gave him the puppy eyes and Ryo sighed, holding out his finger with his jeep keys hanging from it. Sage smiled, snatched the keys and bolted out of the back door, leaving nothing but a dust trail.
Hopping into the jeep, he started it up and drove the ten minutes to Dania's host family's house. Like she said, she was waiting out on the front porch for him wit her dark green sports bag wearing her tan colored body suit with a white skirt. She smiled as he drove up to the curb and honked the horn.
Throwing her bag in the back of the jeep, she hopped into the passenger's side with a friendly smile. Sage hit the gas and drove off in the direction of the studio.
Sage had nothing better to do, so he stayed and watched the class. He never watched her before, and was greatly amazed at her flexibility. She would float when she made the jumps and it was like the very air around her swirled when she made her complex spins and twists.
He didn't know what kind of dance she was a major in, but he didn't really care. All he cared about was the way she moved. He had to use every ounce of his will power to keep from making a fool of himself. The music she chose to perform to was lively and full of this power that made him want to join her on the dance floor.
When it was finally over, it had to be close to three in the afternoon. Sage offered to treat Dania to a late lunch/ early dinner. She accepted and they made their way back to their homes to change into attire more suitable for a night out.