|“Revealing oneself is truly a do or die situation, which makes me wonder what will I choose.”|
He liked it here. It was comforting and completely serene. As if, there was nothing that could bring it harm. The birds sang a chorus while the blooming spring flowers filled the area so gently. Yes, this was a good place to be. Eyes of gold looked at the blue skies while the sun shone with noble pride. His sight was only obscured when another pair of amber-hued eyes looked at him with amusement. He liked being reflected by those precious eyes. "You like the sun too much Saint. Are you planning to have a tan?" His hand reached for that person's face which connected. "Amalthea." The way he spoke that name was like a precious artifact. In response, she leaned to his touch and coyly asked. "Hmm... Did you miss me that much?" Without a moment to soon, he answered. "Yes." This was rewarded with a light giggle. "You should learn to tease and lie, baby brother."
There was a moment of silence between the two before he spoke once more. "Why?" His question made Amalthea placed her face closer to his as those eyes of similar gold flickered with subtle meaning. "It can mean between life and death. Plus, it can save you." Hearing the answer, he then placed his arms around her neck to pull her closer to him. Their lips just a breath away from each other. "I do not need it. Only you can save me." Amalthea smiled at this. "Silly Saint, don't regret it." She then closed the gap between them as their lips were sealed in a kiss. A fluttering sensation enough to fuel a deeper bond and, he really did not mind at all.
And with that, Zenith returned to reality. His eyes opened so softly like a shy blossoming flower before it revealed those topaz-colored eyes of nothingness. It had been a long time since he had a dream with such vivid details about a distant memory. Moreover, a world of the past where Amalthea was present. A world he would like to have back if it was only within this world's logic. He would have done everything and without a moment of a hesitation. Even his beliefs and pride would be cast away, if it mean that she she would exist again. Nothing else mattered. Yet, it was not meant to be. That was the hardest thing to accept despite what anyone says otherwise.
Dismissing such depressing thoughts, he alerted himself with the situation at hand. Looking at the comforter around his frame. The distinctive scent provided him to who the owner of such an object. It was the human girl, Haruka Yamazaki. Even more so, he could sense her presence within the room. He did not find that surprising or even a bit trifling. This was her room and should only be proper for her to be here. Unlike his presence, he delicately removed the blanket around him as if it was treasured antiquity. When done, he stood from his seat and approached the bed where Haruka was without a warm cloth to cover her. The girl was too good which he could also say the same with the prefect.
Ever so gently, he placed the comforter on her form as he watched her continue to sleep. The girl definitely needed the rest judging from the emotional turmoil she had been placed by knowing the world of the night. He was proud of her not forgetting but at the same time, he was concerned if she could truly continue without breaking from her light. After a few moments, he turned his back at the human girl and returned to the side of the prefect. However, he looked at the window. The sun was definitely up and about. Yet, what he was interested in was the snow white owl which was perched warily on the branch of a tree. He knew of the avian creature. It was the prefect's familiar. Such notion came from the memories that he had received last night.
Polite as ever, Zenith gave the owl, who he knew as Snow, a polite greeting with a bow of the head. After doing so, he then focused his attention to the prefect which was now awake without a doubt. He could sense it well. The girl needed to replenish herself. It is his fault that the girl was low on her blood. As such, he procured some blood pills and concocted a drink for her. "Good morning, Ms. Fujiwara." He started to alert the prefect who seemed to be profoundly bothered about something. Well, he did have many matters that could be the topic of her thoughts. "You need to drink this." He offered the glass to her with his usual stone-faced expression.
But his next words were rather unexpected or may be it was not. "If it would not suffice, I will provide your needs as compensation." It was spoken with a spill of an emotion and with its pristine monotone. However, it would be wrong to judge his words as untrue for not even once did Zenith ever not do what he had say and he had always mean every statement that came out of his lips. Looking at the prefect more carefully, he could conclude what ails her the most is the truth about her identity. He was not that surprised about it since he had seen a portion of it from the memories of Haruka. Now, he had connected the pieces to the prefect's memories and feelings. Then, there was the statement he had heard that night from his roommate. It now all makes sense.
"Your secret is not mine to speak of." He stated wanting to deliver a semblance of peace of mind to the girl who might be expecting a barrage of questions from him. Zenith was never the kind to pry and would only provide insights to bring a certain point of view. Even then, he would allow the other party to decide entirely. As for him, he would be there to watch over them in the distance. It was better that way. "You are troubled, I can tell about who you are and what you are." He continued. "I dislike what I am however, this is who I am. Do not follow in my footsteps." There was no tone of falsity as he delivered his words with such clarity and stillness. "Ms. Fujiwara will still be Ms. Fujiwara despite of what you are. I believe you have the strength to overcome the things you dislike about yourself."
He was not sure if his words were bringing his point across or was it causing further confusion about his opinion about her rare state. Yet, he continued on. "It will be hard to find things you like about yourself when you are neither as a whole. I know how difficult it is to like oneself. How could you find the things good about you when all you could see are the terrible ones." Slowly, he placed a hand on the prefect's head. It was a comforting gesture he had learned from Amalthea. "I believe it is much better when someone tells you that it is okay to be you. Even more so, when someone tells you are liked as you are. Then, you can learn to see the good things about yourself. It is then you can try harder to accept everything about you and be you proudly." Removing his hand on her head, Zenith remained stoic as ever. "In the end, I like Ms. Fujiwara. There is not one thing I would change about you."
There was a moment of silence between the two before he spoke once more. "Why?" His question made Amalthea placed her face closer to his as those eyes of similar gold flickered with subtle meaning. "It can mean between life and death. Plus, it can save you." Hearing the answer, he then placed his arms around her neck to pull her closer to him. Their lips just a breath away from each other. "I do not need it. Only you can save me." Amalthea smiled at this. "Silly Saint, don't regret it." She then closed the gap between them as their lips were sealed in a kiss. A fluttering sensation enough to fuel a deeper bond and, he really did not mind at all.
***
And with that, Zenith returned to reality. His eyes opened so softly like a shy blossoming flower before it revealed those topaz-colored eyes of nothingness. It had been a long time since he had a dream with such vivid details about a distant memory. Moreover, a world of the past where Amalthea was present. A world he would like to have back if it was only within this world's logic. He would have done everything and without a moment of a hesitation. Even his beliefs and pride would be cast away, if it mean that she she would exist again. Nothing else mattered. Yet, it was not meant to be. That was the hardest thing to accept despite what anyone says otherwise.
Dismissing such depressing thoughts, he alerted himself with the situation at hand. Looking at the comforter around his frame. The distinctive scent provided him to who the owner of such an object. It was the human girl, Haruka Yamazaki. Even more so, he could sense her presence within the room. He did not find that surprising or even a bit trifling. This was her room and should only be proper for her to be here. Unlike his presence, he delicately removed the blanket around him as if it was treasured antiquity. When done, he stood from his seat and approached the bed where Haruka was without a warm cloth to cover her. The girl was too good which he could also say the same with the prefect.
Ever so gently, he placed the comforter on her form as he watched her continue to sleep. The girl definitely needed the rest judging from the emotional turmoil she had been placed by knowing the world of the night. He was proud of her not forgetting but at the same time, he was concerned if she could truly continue without breaking from her light. After a few moments, he turned his back at the human girl and returned to the side of the prefect. However, he looked at the window. The sun was definitely up and about. Yet, what he was interested in was the snow white owl which was perched warily on the branch of a tree. He knew of the avian creature. It was the prefect's familiar. Such notion came from the memories that he had received last night.
Polite as ever, Zenith gave the owl, who he knew as Snow, a polite greeting with a bow of the head. After doing so, he then focused his attention to the prefect which was now awake without a doubt. He could sense it well. The girl needed to replenish herself. It is his fault that the girl was low on her blood. As such, he procured some blood pills and concocted a drink for her. "Good morning, Ms. Fujiwara." He started to alert the prefect who seemed to be profoundly bothered about something. Well, he did have many matters that could be the topic of her thoughts. "You need to drink this." He offered the glass to her with his usual stone-faced expression.
But his next words were rather unexpected or may be it was not. "If it would not suffice, I will provide your needs as compensation." It was spoken with a spill of an emotion and with its pristine monotone. However, it would be wrong to judge his words as untrue for not even once did Zenith ever not do what he had say and he had always mean every statement that came out of his lips. Looking at the prefect more carefully, he could conclude what ails her the most is the truth about her identity. He was not that surprised about it since he had seen a portion of it from the memories of Haruka. Now, he had connected the pieces to the prefect's memories and feelings. Then, there was the statement he had heard that night from his roommate. It now all makes sense.
"Your secret is not mine to speak of." He stated wanting to deliver a semblance of peace of mind to the girl who might be expecting a barrage of questions from him. Zenith was never the kind to pry and would only provide insights to bring a certain point of view. Even then, he would allow the other party to decide entirely. As for him, he would be there to watch over them in the distance. It was better that way. "You are troubled, I can tell about who you are and what you are." He continued. "I dislike what I am however, this is who I am. Do not follow in my footsteps." There was no tone of falsity as he delivered his words with such clarity and stillness. "Ms. Fujiwara will still be Ms. Fujiwara despite of what you are. I believe you have the strength to overcome the things you dislike about yourself."
He was not sure if his words were bringing his point across or was it causing further confusion about his opinion about her rare state. Yet, he continued on. "It will be hard to find things you like about yourself when you are neither as a whole. I know how difficult it is to like oneself. How could you find the things good about you when all you could see are the terrible ones." Slowly, he placed a hand on the prefect's head. It was a comforting gesture he had learned from Amalthea. "I believe it is much better when someone tells you that it is okay to be you. Even more so, when someone tells you are liked as you are. Then, you can learn to see the good things about yourself. It is then you can try harder to accept everything about you and be you proudly." Removing his hand on her head, Zenith remained stoic as ever. "In the end, I like Ms. Fujiwara. There is not one thing I would change about you."