”May I ask one small favor from you,can you a keep a secret from me to you?”
There is a saying that no pain, no gain. He had always believed in that. Now, he was an adamant follower of that. Why? The prime example would be his unclear relationship with the male prefect, Eon Shiraga. Even when he tries to get closer to the boy, it would only cause apprehension and violence which is usually directed to him. Just like now. One moment. he was in bliss from finally touching the only being that would never fade. Eon's warmth was very comforting that he could not help but rubbed his face on the boy's back. It is only with this male prefect that could he understand the meaning of existence through substance and touch.
In the past, he would always be around people. Always in a crowd, yet he felt detached and untouched by the world around him. No one can touch him without grave consequences. It was like being a specter, a ghost, that no one can see. No one can hold. No one can truly believe that exists. He had been used to that kind of life until, Eon came into the picture. His reality shattered with just the slightest touch. A new series of possibilities was presented before his eyes. He should feel wary and completely fearful. But instead, he felt that he had been finally allowed something to have. So, there is no way he could just let go of that.
However, Eon proved to be a very difficult person to deal with. Because now, he found himself with his back on the ground. Looming above him, the male prefect was certainly pissed. Oh. no one had to inform him that his actions were greatly disliked by the boy. Well, it seemed that his very presence irritates the prefect. To prove this, the infamous Bloody Rose was pointed at him in a point-blank range. Wait, is he seriously going to kill him? It seemed he had finally made Eon cross the line. Luckily, he moved his head to the side which averted being hit but the ground near his head was smoking. It had received the shot meant for him. He could still feel the sting of resistance when the bullet passed his cheek with just a few centimeters away.
Inadvertently, he released a scream in surprise and with fear as well. Come one, he was almost killed which meant he would not be with Eon. Yes, it was his greatest concern. Seeing disappointment in the prefect's eyes that he did not become a pile of ash, he was lifted by the collar. It was clear he was going to be a punching bag which he had become for quite some time. But before a punch could connect with his skin, he felt himself being pulled away. Oh, he wondered who had such a strength to do that. Then, his question was answered when he fell back to the ground, landing on his bum.
The perpetrator was the female prefect. So, she was quite strong despite her short stature. Very weird. But, he did not think about that for long. For his attention shifted to the conversations being exchanged, he was going to be escorted by the little girl than by Eon. He did not want that and not because of something personal. It's just that he wanted Eon. Pouting much a like spoiled child who didn't get a birthday cake, he saw a hand approaching his ear. This caused red lights going on in his head as he was about to back away and tell the person to not touch him.
Good for him, another person stepped in. Oh, he did not noticed the red-haired Kiyoko. Well, he does not notice everything especially when Eon is around. Anyway, Kiyoko informed Sakura that he did not liked to be touched. He found it odd that she knew that preference of his. Thinking about it, the Night Class students seemed friendly with the red-haired girl. May be, they were the ones who told her. The odd thing, the female prefect seemed completely deaf to that and unaware as she walked on holding onto Kiyoko. Sakura seemed to believe that he was also being dragged along. It was one of the duh moments in life apparently.
Soon, the two girls vanished from his line of sight. But, he could still hear some of the conversation from the female prefect as if talking to him. The girl was either completely oblivious, stupid, or a comedian. In any case, he has no right to say that for he is like that when he is around Eon. Standing from his position now alone, he dusted his white uniform that were now stained by dirt and some leaves. There was not much he could do at this point. Removing his jacket, he threw it over his shoulder as smudges where everywhere. He then released a long sigh as he looked at the direction where Eon had disappeared into. Aeron wanted to follow the male prefect but he knew when enough was enough. There was no other choice but to return to his classes. The joy of classes.
It is not like he did not want to attend. Just that, he was not in the mood anymore. Releasing another long sigh, he contemplated the fact of skipping classes. He could just stay at the infirmary or return to the dormitory. But what kind of leader is he if he did that? In the end, he decided to go. It is not like he would be late because as the other prefect stated. The teacher was always late so, he walked at leisurely pace. But then, he noticed the said teacher walking passed him a 40 meters ahead of him. His sense of sight was capable of doing that and soon was followed by the short girl. Then, there was the red-hair trailing behind. Closing his eyes, it seemed his teacher would be late for their classes once more. If that was so, then there would be no choice by to fire the guy. Oh yes, fire the guy.