Authors comment: Yeah yeah I know, I haven't updated for well.. Ages. School is really tearing me apart at the moment, and I will try my best updating as soon as possible in the future of course, but I can't make any promises as this term (of school) is the most important one since I'm a senior high school student. I've started writing chapter 7, and I will try my best finishing it during this week but like I said - I can't make any promises. Well, enough blabbing, enjoy :D
CHAPTER 6: Mr. Bishounen
"History lesson with Günter, dinner, fan mail - office work, only one thing missing." I lifted the pen, carefully writing the missing part on the small piece of paper in my possession. I grinned evilly when reading the last sentence outloud; "Watching Lea making a fool out of herself."
"I am not the one making a fool out of myself, you are," someone behind me said, Lea without doubt. "I never understood why you write notes as to what you are going to do during day time anyway." I was about to turn around and throw a tantrum, but as usual she spoke up before me.
"Eek, Ronja, don't look," she wheezed. "The preparations aren't done yet."
"Only people with brains would understand that," I mumbled to myself, ignoring her last sentence. Girls and their.. Body parts. I wrote down my last duties, resting my hand on my steady palm. I was getting bored of this game, if Lea actually could do anything, she wouldn't have to make preparations. Just like geniuses like me, who didn't even have to summon any water Maryoku, and Lea didn't possess water at all.
"Okay done." I turned around, meeting the sight of a grinning Lea and a tad bit shy Lara, posing in something that reminded me of an old woman's swim suit. I raised an eyebrow, this was her master plan? Going into the fountain with a stupid outfit like that?
"You can't do it," I sighed. "You should stop now unless you wanna' become a laughing stock for ages."
"Oh cut the drama, even Lara can do it." Her little sister hid behind her leg, blushing. I crossed my arms, placing myself into a rather comfortable position, waiting for her technique to hit the fan. She took Lara by the hand, entering the fountain, and I can't say I expected a whirlpool to appear, but Lea seemed pretty sure that her plan would succeed.
"Come on, Lara," she smiled, and they both swam under water. I frowned, they lied there for a couple of minutes before starting to swim. Even though I didn't expect anything, I had expected more than this, this was Lea after all, oldest daughter of the famous care faced uncle of mine, Gwendal von Voltaire. Then again, she might have inherited some of Günter's stupidity, too.
5 minutes. Nothing happened.
7 minutes. They were still swimming around like idiots.
10 minutes . . .
I laughed. Laughed so hard that I almost lost plot and fell onto the ground. I had tried keeping myself from laughing due to that Lea was my beloved cousin after all, but it was impossible seeing something as stupid as this. They both swam to the surface, and through tears and fog I could clearly see the annoyed expression plastered all over Lea's face while Lara looked like she was about to cry.
"Was that it?" I giggled, celebrating in my mind as she had failed big time. I wiped tears off my face, choking laughter as she walked towards me. "Even though you have no water element whatsoever, I actually expected a bit more than this. But then again.. You are Lea." I grinned, clearly annoying her even more.
"You don't know what I saw down there," she yelled.
"Little fishies? The bottom of the fountain? Exciting, I must say, I should probably try it out myself." She pouted, crossing her arms.
"I'll tell Hahaue." I stopped grinning.
"Tell Günter wha-"
"Heika!" Speaking of the sun..
"Heika." Günter glued himself to my clothing, rubbing his forehead into my chest. "Heika, have you forgotten about the history lesson? Or is it that you're avoiding me? Why, Heika, why? Do you hate me, is that it?" I pushed the desperate man off me, quickly glaring at Lea.
"Get off me, will you." I got up, walking towards the castle, hearing Günter lecturing his oldest daughter somewhere behind me. I willingly headed for the library, as I had an important request for the servant this afternoon.
Günter was going mad in the treasure room, as today's lesson didn't take place elsewhere. It would usually be in the library, but my teacher and uncle had decided to make it more interesting. Being the great student I was and - not to mention the fact that I hated dust and dirty places, it wasn't really a pleasant surprise. I always studied better on my own anyway.
"Ah, look what I found," Günter squealed happily. "This one time during Cheri-sama's rule.." He continued babbling, but I couldn't be bothered listening. The thing he was holding up didn't even interest me the slightest bit, it was a statue which was obviously supposed to look like my grandmother. As if we didn't have enough riches from before of.
I unintentionally looked to my right, noticing something weird inside an old frame, like the one paintings were usually in. The color was somewhat unfamiliar too, and didn't really fit in due to the treasure room being such a dark and modest place.
".. and back then we didn't really have any- Huh, Heika? Heika, where are you going?" Günter's voice haunted me as I walked towards the strange object. I stopped right in front of it, carefully tracing my fingertips down the frame. Even though I'd never noticed it before when being down here, it had probably been here for ages as my fingers were covered with dust.
"What's this?" I asked, instead of answering Günter's question. His footsteps came closer, and he stopped right beside me. He shuddered for a second, before straightened his back.
"Ah." A smile spread across the silver haired man's face. "This, Heika, is a very special object to our nation." My eyes changed position from the frame, to him.
"It's a scarf," was my reply. I gave Günter a dejected look. "What meaning does a scarf have to our nation? And a pink one, on top of that?"
"It's.. No, it was a gift from Wolfram Geika to Yuuri Heika once, would you believe," Günter replied. "It was very special to him, he always wore it. He even wore it when he-" He interrupted himself, and I had to struggle hard to keep my facial expression. Showing emotion to Günter could turn out to be fatal, especially if Lea got word of it.
"It's alright, Günter," I replied, rather calmly. "You can say it."
"My apologies, Heika," Günter excused himself. I didn't reply, neither of us saying a word. A tense silence passed by before Günter's eyes widened. He let go of the old scrolls he was carrying he had obviously found somewhere down here, before taking off.
"Ah, Heika, look what I found!" Günter yet again started babbling about the "rare" object's history – this was history class after all – and so on. I rolled my eyes, walking in the opposite direction. Looking at Hahaue's, no, father's scarf had been rather painful because, well, his death was really a taboo subject.
I fell hard onto the ground when a strange sound suddenly came out of nowhere; "Moooh!"
"Morgif," I yelled in anger, rubbing my butt. His timing of trying to get in contact with people wasn't exactly perfect, neither were his manners.
"Heika! Heikaaaa!" Günter came running towards me from somewhere behind, obviously stressing 'cause he once again lost something that I didn't know what was. Probably the object he'd found just now.
"Heika are you alright?" He kneeled next to me, trying to make me look at him by brushing his fingers through my black hair, but I pushed him off. He took the hint, starting to yell at Morgif for scaring me and making me fall. I rolled my eyes, suddenly noticing something interesting on the shelf next to me. I got up scanning it, I couldn't have a closer look as it was far too high for me to reach.
"Günter," I said. I turned around, noticing that the man was still busy arguing with Morgif, well yelling at the Demon Sword more like it; Morgif looked as guilty as ever. I tried nudging Günter, but it gave no effect whatsoever. I was quite annoyed, when I for once had found something interesting, he was far too busy listening to me.
"Günter!" I yelled, causing him to stop yelling. He turned around facing me, forgetting everything about Morgif and what had happened just a minute ago.
"Yes, Heika?"
"What's that?" I asked, pointing towards the top of the shelf, and the strange, round object. Günter frowned for a second, obviously trying to figure out what it was. It seemed that curiousity took over for him too, as he with all the power he possessed tried to reach it. After figuring out it didn't work, he fetched a minimum sized ladder, climbing in top of it. He brought the object back down with him, handing it to me.
"A bowl?" I could hear the disappointment in my voice, the bowl was white and looked rather boring. Blue patterns and a yellow lion head decorated it's insides, it was quite pretty to look at, but otherwise it was no use. I was about to throw it into a random corner, but Günter, who'd climbed off the ladder, grabbed my arm, stopping me from taking action.
"I thought this was supposed to be a treasure room," I snarled. "Can you please explain to me what a bowl is doing here when it should have been in the kitchen?"
"But Heika, this is no ordinary bowl," Günter explained. "It's said that whoever looks into it will see either the past, or the future and due to previous experiences I can ensure you.."
Günter continued babbling, but as usual my ears were elsewhere. I smirked to myself, tightening my grip on the bowl. I had found it.
That night my eyes didn't seem to wanna' lull me to sleep. They were wide open, like two stars in the night. I rolled over, from one side to the other, trying my best to fall into the deep, black darkness that sleep was, but no matter how hard I tried my body just simply wouldn't rest.
I got up, grabbing my red, silky coat. My feet entered the slippers which were placed beneath my bed, and like a breath of wind I slipped outside my room. The corridor was long, cold and dark as usual during night time though I had to admit – it had been quite a while since I had been up walking this hour at night.
Fortunately, Hahaue's room wasn't far from mine. Since I didn't want to wake him up, I didn't knock on the door before entering the heated room. Hahaue's blonde hair lit up as I opened the door.
I quickly closed it in order to be as quiet as possible. His back was facing me when I slowly crept into his bed, cuddling into his warm body. I wrapped my arms around him, nuzzling my face into his neck. That sweet scent always surrounding him nudged it's way into my nose, calming me down. I was about to drift into sleep when Hahaue suddenly laid his hand over mine, squeezing it. I then realised that he was not asleep.
"I thought you'd left," he whispered. I bit my lip, Günter had obviously informed him about the rather successful basement trip.
"I wouldn't go without saying goodbye," was my reply. He rubbed my hand softly with his thumb, still not turning around.
"I hope you're being honest. I would panick if you were to leave all of the sudden."
"I know that." A moment of silence passed by before he spoke up, once again;
"Sleep. You need rest." Even though he couldn't see it, I nodded in reply. I closed my eyes, slowly drifting into sleep though I did not miss the name I had not heard for so long, escaping Hahaue's lips;
"Good night, Mr. Bishounen."
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