"Has he waked up yet?"
A depressed shook was the answer he got from the blonde woman. Fest took a deep breath, inhaled and exhaled it before pinching the bridge of his nose again. "And how come does this happen…" he sighed tiredly and then sat next to Relikt who was face-palming because he never expected this kind of tragedy would happen in real world.
'This kind of tragedy', by all mean…
"How can Ea become a sleeping beauty of all sudden, anyway?"
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Their Daily Lives
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Genre: Family – Friendship
Rate: T, for safe~
Warning: standard warning for my stories applied here. Just in case if you haven't read the other yet, they are absurdity of the plot, a lot of slash hints, and OOC-ness issues. By the way, this one still has a connection with the 13th story.
Disclaimer: 07-Ghost belongs to Yuki Amemiya and Yukino Ichihara. I own nothing but the lame plot. #headbow
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Story 14
~Sleeping Beauty~
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For those who might be confused of what happened at the Manor now, let's have a recount from Profe's point of view.
That morning, after those two youngest residents of the manor returned from Raggs Family Cottage, they collapsed in their own respective bedroom immediately without eating anything nor drinking something. They said nothing too when Profe asked what happened until they decided to return earlier than they said before. The only woman at the manor just shrugged then, thinking tiredness was the reason of it. But after a long slumber until dinner time came and Ea hadn't wake up yet (Landkarte woke up when lunchtime came, and then went somewhere else), she became really panicked.
That's the end of the recount, and now let's get back to the current situation at Ea's bedroom.
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"Come to think of it, where on Earth is that guy?"
"Who? Landkarte?"
Vertrag shook his head in a rather irritated manner, trying at his best not to mess up with his neatly combed hair. "Zehel. I haven't seen him yet since the sun rises this morning."
Fest raised his eyebrows. "Well, he has a lot of jobs outside. Delivering some package, maybe?" he asked Relikt instead, who answered it with a shrug. "Maybe yes, maybe no. I've tried to call his phone, but he didn't answer it. So he might be riding his hawkzille back then—or even now," the blonde man answered.
"Have anyone tried to call dear Frau?" This time, it was Profe who was asking them. She looked like a panicked mother now. "Or even Krowell? Your brother stays with them too yesterday, right, Vertrag?" She turned her attention to Vertrag, who—again—shook his head. "I've tried to call him many times, but they always failed and I remembered that the signal at the Village is bad. I've tried at Landkarte's too, but he left his phone at his bedroom." The other residents blinked. Remembering Landkarte's nomophobia*, that was a strange thing to be happened.
"Landkarte? He left his phone behind?"
A nod, followed by, "Yet he didn't leave a single clue about his current place. I wonder where he is now…" muttered softly by Vertrag.
Fest was about to go to find the other youngest residents when the bell suddenly rang and a familiar voice appeared downstairs.
"I'm home~! Does someone miss me~?"
While Relikt and Fest ran hurriedly to Zehel to explain the major problem, Vertrag raised one of his eyebrows when he saw Profe said that she want to go to the kitchen instead.
"Are you going to make him some foods, Profe?"
The longhaired woman smiled innocently, and shook her head softly. "Maybe it'll be better than anything if I cook him instead of cooking something for that geezer, won't it?"
Realizing that the familiar gloomy aura was spreading fast from Profe's back, Vertrag could do nothing but shivered silently on his place.
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"So, let me recount the problem here," Zehel said with three-stories tower on his head. A welcome gift from Profe, maybe, since the dark-haired man didn't even go home immediately when there was a problem. Or because he turned off his phone all day, until a certain long-haired woman couldn't look out for him.
…before the mentioned woman became more furious than her current state, let's return to the main story.
"Those brats returned home two days earlier than they said before."
Profe nodded.
"And then, after they arrived here, they went immediately to their own bedrooms without having breakfast or doing anything else."
Another nod from the only woman at the manor.
"And after Landkarte woke up to have his lunch and went missing, Ea hadn't woke up from his 'beautiful sleep' yet until now."
Again, another nod from the same person.
"And now, after you hit my head with your beloved frying pan and tried to kill me with your cooking knives, you ask me to solve the problem."
Vertrag face-palmed, while mentally thanking God that he didn't present at the time Profe throwing knives at Zehel. If he did, he might be another victim of that incident since Zehel would definitely hide behind his back. "I've tried to call you, Krowell, and Landkarte—but no one answered it. You said that you turned your phone all the day, and the signal at Krowell's place is weak until I couldn't even text him," he explained patiently. Someone had to be the sane person here, after Fest chose to prepare the dinner while Relikt tried to call Ea's other friends.
"And how about that brat?"
"Landkarte? He left his phone in his bedroom."
"…which one?"
Profe frowned. "What do you mean with 'which one'?"
Zehel shrugged. "Don't you know that he has two phones?"
Profe and Vertrag stiffened.
"…he has two?"
"Yep. He said the orange one—the one he bought with his own money—has a problem with its screen. And since that was a touch-screen phone without any keypad there, Ea and Krowell bought him another one as a birthday gift. The flip phone one with silver as main color and purple stripes; haven't you see it yet?"
Even though Vertrag was declared as the most patient person at the manor (unofficially by Ea and Landkarte), this time, he also had an almost-exploded session after listening to Zehel's explanation.
If Zehel didn't go to call Landkarte immediately, only God knew what'll be happened to the missing boy later when he returned to the manor.
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By the time Landkarte returned to the manor, it was almost midnight. He had to avoid Vertrag since Zehel (and Fest too, so that wasn't a lie) said that Vertrag was really furious now.
He knocked on the wall ("Won't knock on the door. Won't do it again for the rest of my life," he told Zehel with paled face. The older man just shrugged it off and let him did what he wanted, keeping the curiosity for himself) before entering Ea's room. "What's wrong with him, Profe?"
The older woman explained in motherly tone. It was mixed with worried one, until Landkarte almost felt a pity for her—that, until he heard the main problem from her own mouth. He just blinked for a while, before laughing nervously and scratching his cheek with his index finger. "Uhm, about that, well…"
"Do you know something about this? The reason, maybe?" Profe asked worriedly. Landkarte opened his mouth to answer it, but nothing came up as a logical answer. "I bet you won't believe it," was what he said, and that was enough to make the question mark inside the older woman grew bigger. Before Profe could ask anything again, Landkarte suddenly poked Ea's cheek while saying, "Hey, wake up, Ea. You have some good sleep already, so wake up and stop making the other worried."
There was no answer. The sleeping boy was still wandering in his dreamland without bothering to open his eyes.
Landkarte sighed. "You've got the sleeping beauty's sleep like you want before, don't you? You sleep at morning, and it's midnight already. So wake up now."
Still, no respond came from the sleeping dark-haired teen.
Landkarte now knew the feeling of someone who had to wake him up every morning but he didn't open his eyes immediately (read: Ea). "Okaaay. I've felt what you feel when you have to wake me up everyday now. So stop being a child and wake up now, Ea~." A poke here and a poke there. Profe and Zehel exchanged their glances, hoping that this would work since they're run out of option now.
"Ea~ Wake up before a bucket of cold water showers you right here right now~"
The condition was still the same: Ea was still sleeping deeply like a sleeping beauty—or male version of it, for more accurately.
A sigh, followed by folding-the-sleeves-till-elbow motion from the light-haired teen when he sat on Ea's bed. "I'll count until three. If you don't wake up, I'll tickle you until you couldn't laugh anymore!" he threatened, but it was also one of those futile attempts of waking Ea up. "…okay, I'm bad at threatening. But really, if you don't open your eyes until three, I'll kiss you—"
"STOP RUINING MY PEACEFUL SLEEP, WILL YOU?!"
Profe and Zehel's eyes was as round as a plate when Ea suddenly burst out shouting at the light-haired teen with clear anger on his face.
"I haven't sleep for a whole night last night, I can't sleep too in our journey back home—different with you who could sleep anywhere you want—, and now you're ruining my sleeping time! Stop it already, you loafer!" he grumbled in annoyance, haven't seen the clock on his table yet neither knowing the fact that he had sleep from seven o'clock at morning until half past eleven at night. And after a while, he covered himself with his thick blanket (again) and returned to his dreamland (again).
Landkarte inhaled a very deep breath, and turned his attention to both older residents of the manor in that rooms with his hands up. Surrendering motion, that's it. "I've tried to wake him up and he became as wild as a lion. Before he kills me unconsciously, may I return to my room and avoid another angry person now? This guy will wake up tomorrow like a newborn baby—believe me."
Profe and Zehel could do nothing but nodded like a dumbfounded people who've just seeing an alien.
After Landkarte strolled out the room innocently and casually, both of them exchanged their glances again and decided not to wake Ea up again.
Well, at least, until he woke up by himself at the next morning.
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The end.
A/N:
* Nomophobia: no-mobile phone phobia. Just in case if someone doesn't know about this one…
Well, 'sleeping beauty' indeed, eh, Ea? #pokeEa #slap And about Landkarte's phobia, I just made it off. So take it easy, okay? #innocentsmile