FEBRUARY 1, CHAPTER 3
[Knocks on door]
"Mayonna, wake up. It's 8:30 am or you'll be late again."
"[Yawns] Yes, Yes I'm coming!!"
I woke up late again this morning. I looked at the sky and see a perfect sunrise. I finally got a chance to see the clear sky again, after 2 months of snow. I just finished writing my third story last night, and today, it's February 1…
"Mayonna!" "I'm coming, I'm coming!"
I rose up from bed, took a shower and went downstairs to have some breakfast.
"What time will you be home tonight?" My aunt asked,
"9 pm perhaps." I replied,
"Why so? You only have classes until 6 pm."
"I was planning on going to this Convention. They were selling these unusual things. I was planning to give our Guidance Counselor a souvenir."
"Oh, okay then. Be careful, all right? Don't stay up very late."
"Ok auntie, I have to go now. Bye."
"Bye then, Oh, buy me some souvenir too."
"Ok, bye!"
I left home and drove my car going to school. It has always been the same routine that I always do my entire life, other than writing stories. Writing has been my passion and greatest hobby, but somehow, I felt like it wasn't worth it.
I started writing stories when I was 10 years old. I have managed to make dozens of short stories, but I only made 3 novels. The first one was a trash. Critics thought that it was too childish and absurd. But that didn't detach me from my passion. Other's ridicule became my inspiration. My second novel was a great success, but unfortunately, someone stole it from me. Back then; I was hospitalized for two weeks because of over dosage and poisoning. When I came back, to check on my files, they were gone. Perhaps someone I knew unlocked my password and stole it from me. A couple of months after that, I saw a movie having the exact same story as mine, only the title was changed. It was really heart breaking to see something you have created so passionate and dedicating, to be on someone's own. The thing is, it was stolen from me. It took me three years to get over that incident, and nearly lost my passion for writing. By now, I heard that they were considering on making a sequence of my story…
But instead of brooding over my past dilemma, I have learned to be more spiritual. I sought God and felt like my life was filled with second chances and more. Thankfully, I have decided to write my third novel, and I just finished it last night. I just hope that one day this Creation could be my Life…
As a boy coming from a well-renowned family, Killua was detached from society. As what most people believe, his family's excessive wealth made them a mystery. It's true that his father was known for his skills. His father was a professional assassin, and so was the rest of his family. It wasn't clear if killua's father is considered a criminal or a hero in the society, but the government gives his family a pardon without further ado. The government for some time also hired his father, preferably, to get rid of other highly wanted criminals. But sometimes, they hire him for their own personal issues. The Zaoldyeck family was so well famed in the entire world, but no one has seen their appearances. It was like his family lives in another world when at home.
Killua drove his car going to his anew-destined school. He was driving very fast, yet smoothly at the same time. It took no effort for him to drive swiftly in getting there. That perhaps became the reason why he became very alluring and exquisite among others. Everything complex or complicated was just too easy for him. Everyone's attention were enticed upon him when he entered the school, driving. He went out of the car, to park and saw a great number of people eyeing him from head to toe. That didn't bother him at all. He went inside to this enormous building. A professor noticed him immediately.
"Good morning, how can I help you?"
"I'm looking for Mr. Lucifer. Do you know where I can find him?"
"I'm sorry, I don't know the person you're looking for. Why don't you just go to the Guidance's office, and ask him there? It's on the 5th floor. There's an elevator right across that corridor."
"Okay thanks."
"You're welcome."
And so, he went. The guidance office occupies most of the 5th floor, not that the building is small, the building itself is extremely huge and so is the office. When he got inside, he felt a slight sense of awkwardness because of the disturbing aura from the inside. The office is cold, silent, and almost all of the furniture were all dark colored. It was indeed a very large office, thought Killua. He went closer to the desk and saw the name 'PhD Ezrinth Heath-Psychiatrist/Guidance Counselor'. He looked on his left and saw a calendar appearing the date, February 1.
Then the door abruptly opened and a girl came inside. She had a jet-black colored hair, with bangs trimmed straight passing the brows. Her hair was straight exceeding the near-end torso. She pushed herself on the couch, drunkenly. She was very distracting by the way she acts. Killua went closer and stood next to the girl, to keep her from falling down the couch. But she was resisting stubbornly, as if she was pressing herself on killua's legs. He held her in the stomach but seemed like she was going to blow. He removed his hand immediately, and she fell down.
"It's only been three days since she came to this school, and yet, she's been acting unlawful.", a man said, entering. Killua stared at him, as the man assists in placing the girl on the couch. Suddenly, he remembered his mother mentioning 'Mr. Lucifer' having a: straight, jet-black hair exceeding the ears, round dark dreamy eyes, white skin, a deep voice and a cross tattooed on his forehead. But this man had a bandaged on his forehead, so the cross is not visible. "Kuroro Lucifer?" Killua asked. He looked back at him steadily and inspecting the other's identity. Then he looked away and smiled, "I was expecting you… [Stands up] Come with me, Mr. Zaoldyeck" They went outside the office, to escort Killua to his destined classroom. While walking,
"Your mother has told me a lot about you." Kuroro said,
"Is that so?" Killua asked.
Then there was silence.
"[Smiles] is this your first time to see the world again? Three years must be hard."
"Don't ever start." Killua said, irritated.
There was another silence once again.
"So you're Doctor?" he asked,
"[Smiles] It's only a title." Kuroro replied,
" Why'd you choose this place?" Killua asked.
Another silence.
"I had no reason." He replied.
Then there was another long, awkward silence between them while walking and riding the elevator. Finally, they have arrived to their destination, on killua's classroom on the 9th floor.
"We're here. Do you want me to introduce you in class?", "No, I Can manage."
[Door Opens]
"Good day, Sir! Is he a new student?", asked the professor warm heartedly,
"Yes. Please escort Mr. Zaoldyeck inside.", Kuroro said. The other man gawked at killua and could not say a word.
"Don't be rude, Mr. Krabbs", Kuroro ordered,
"Oh.. yes, yes sir!. I'm sorry, uhmm.. Mr. Zaoldyeck, come in.", and then he went…
"[Clears Throat] Class, we have a new student. This is.." he was cut,
"Vince Valentine." Killua continued.
On his way to his classroom, he realized the main reason for why Kuroro Lucifer changed his name into Ezrinth Heath. It was to conceal his true identity. Kuroro Lucifer is a World class S criminal, thus, he was greatly known for his crimes; smuggling, theft, assassinations, and so on. In fact, he wasn't alone in committing those crimes. He formed a group consisting of thirteen members, including himself as the leader. The group was called, Genei Ryodan, or The Spider.
"What?" Krabbs asked,
"Vince Valentine." Killua affirmed
"Would you like to say something about yourself?" he asked
"No." he affirmed
"Okay then, please take your seat."
It has been very uneasy for Mr. Krabbs to know that he is a Zaoldyeck. He realized that it would be for the best if he continued to use a different name, especially in introducing himself to people and the society. He wouldn't want to cause any misleading and panic, so he decided to lie low for a while.
"Hey, could you please sign this?" , asked by the girl sitting next to him. He grabbed the book and signed it without giving a glance to the girl. "Oh… Thanks.", she said in acknowledgement.
Classes had ended at 6:30 p.m. There was another traffic jam near the central square. The convention will be held at the Lake Bay at 5:00 pm. I was 2 hours and 30 minutes late. When I got there I only saw few good items that were on sale. While walking, I accidentally dropped my bag. I crouched down to pick it up, unfortunately, I bumped myself to one of the stalls and some of the items fell on the ground.
"Oh! I am so sorry! I didn't mean to!" I asked, apologizing pathetically
"For a beautiful lady such as you, it's nothing," The woman said, holding my hand.
The lady helped me in picking up the dropped items. When we were finished, noticed this silver cross, with beautiful embeddings carved on its edges.
"Excuse me, how much is this cross?" I asked
"That will be 7,000 Yen."
'They price well.' I thought, "I'll take it please."
When I turned my back on the stall, I felt goose bumps all over my body. It wasn't embarrassment or shyness that I felt, but it was something else.
"Oh ma'am, excuse me, but you dropped your pen." The lady from the store said, tapping me at the back,
"You've got me mistaken, but this isn't my pen." I said
"No. It's yours. Keep it and make good use of it." She said, closing my fist with the pen in my hand. I lost my gaze on her, as I was studying the pen. Then I realized she wasn't there anymore. I came back at the stall and saw a different lady watching her goods. She was staring at me, then I asked,
"Excuse me, could you please bring back this pen to your friend? She was here a while ago. She's wearing a red ribbon on her hair, and she had a curly black hair."
She was looking very confused at the moment, and then said, "I'm sorry, I don't know that person."
"But she was here awhile ago, watching over these items."
"Is that so? Well you see, I'm alone in watching these things." She said
"Oh… Okay then. Thank you for your time." I said, bidding goodbye.
I was about to look for the lady who gave me the pen, but unfortunately, It was 8:45 pm, and the convention will be closed at 9:00 pm. So instead, I decided to leave.
I arrived at home by 10:00 pm. I ate my dinner, observed my hygiene, did my homework, prepared my things for the next morning, and I prayed while lying in my bed. I grabbed the pen from my bag and observed it for quite some time. It really bothers me, why on earth would a stranger give me a pen? And who was that lady? She was not even working there. This doesn't look like an ordinary pen, it's surface is wooden and it smelled like rotting wood. I was wondering if whatever reason would I make a good use of this pen.
I stared at the ceiling, pondering on many thoughts. I remember the new guy from our class a while ago. I find him highly attractive and very alluring, but he is so much of a snob. He didn't even bother to give a short glance at me, when I asked him to sign the record book. Such a reserved person, I thought.
I looked at the window and saw many stars shining. It was indeed a cloudless night. It was a quiet night for February 1st. unlike last year, when I spent my night with Mr. Ezrinth. The clock was appearing the time, 11:30 pm., and a few moments from now, this day will end. I noticed that I was still holding the pen in my hand so I thought that, maybe I could check on my last novel. I grabbed the book under my pillow, and glance at some few words. Each chapter reveals a specific date. It was the first chapter and the title was, February 1.
Then again, I stared blankly at the book. There was a huge feeling of irritation, agitation, remorse, and disappointment while glancing at the book. How come I am still feeling this? It has been three years, and a lot has happened. Still, my thoughts have changed… but only for the worse…
I HATE EVERYTHING, I repeatedly thought. My fists were getting tighter and tighter. For no reason, I noticed that I was doodling abruptly on the book's first page. Some of the words were now not visible. I felt like destroying it…