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"คุณพูดภาษาอังกฤษได้ไหม?"
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"ผมอยากฝึกภาษาไทย."
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"ประเทศไทยเป็นประเทศที่วิเศษมาก!"
Practically impossible; the world was stated as a place of well-being and all that existed in it was nothing more than organisms that populated the world once the destruction of sin had been placed in order to suffice those that had went against the laws of the very God that had gave His Son to the world only to have the eyes watch as He sacrificed Himself for the sins of man that were created by the first two made in His image; Adam and Eve could have saved the world from such wildered dominance, but it was of no use while the devil ran amuck, whispering sweet, ugly promises into their ears that would never come true in the first place. No one saw it coming but the Almighty One, but even ethereal yet surreal beings like Him saw no place for not letting one have his or her own free will. Besides, it would have happened anyway. For God so loved the World that He, obviously, gave them His only begotten Son; religion has become rather complicated. Quietly, He watched over them, even the mutants, with loving care in His glowing eyes.
Under heaven, residing on clouds that no one could see through were the elements that lingered below some unintentional rulings. Even if this God existed, there was no world which could invest into this any longer. People often saw the images of God as sins to how they had become to be, quickly resulting in their destruction through weapons, not peace or love. Once upon a time, someone had sparked fire into the minds of humans but it wasn’t on some accidental clause. In the name of that is good, the darling people below often pray to other gods, wanting to be blessed with the things that they needed; wanting for their own good was not seen upon with a smile but with a frown. Continuously, many suggestions were given out but none were given answers to. Someone in particular, even though the mind could not see in to what had been missing since forever; the body has made arrangements to reach its peak. All it needed was a little ember and bam! It would all be over, but what would happen to the body occupying the other mind?
Escalating through the blood of wildfire was the electric surcharge that came from simply looking up at the stars that would fall and dissipate in the sky as if it were fate. Many times have the eyes stared at the blazing radiance, wondering what it would be like to see wondrous things that were going on in the world. Not everything in the world was great; once people begin to see the situation, they panic, looking for someone to take complete charge of the state of affairs that have come to face all of them. What would it be like to see those things happen and change right before their very nonexistent eyes? People, maybe like this one, would be able to ogle at the world with wonder, happiness, and joy accompanied with sorrow, angst, and frightfulness. Humans were so easy to destroy, but powered mutants are the ones that are hard to annihilate but easy to break down in idle feelings and emotions, especially if it has something to do with a part of their lives that became stripped away from them right in front of their eyes. It was almost too easy.
Violent and unrestricting; Mythica would teach the children about self-reliance, independence from most of their powers, and how to reserve one’s self away from killing on sight if there was an argument between one of them and the humans. It all depended whether any of them had a straight attitude or not. Sadly, the members of Dusk had another plan that consisted of causing chaos on the school grounds once the word was given out to each of them. As it would come to terms, only the outcome could determine futuristic happenings that could fall either way. But the Dusk were not to be considered like any of them were pushovers. Oh no! When the whole team was formed, the leader had been picked by nothing but the best that could betray others with his daring personality and could hold in that wickedness. Even though they don’t seem as strong, doubting them by their looks is rather deceiving. Each one that was still on the team held specific strengths and loyalty; some that had a relationship with others could be deceitful.
ช่างหน้าด้านเสียนี่กระไร!
There was a woman in those strong, muscular arms, waiting to be whisked away into a place that would care for the wound the woman had gotten so audaciously while making her way down the stairs of the gymnasium. But it wasn’t her fault. The papers flew by, everything was spread about on the ground, and her pants were ripped. How useless. But it wasn’t her fault. Cruor dripped from the scratch she had gotten on her knee. It was rather stupid to have fallen like that. But it wasn’t her fault. Blue tears fell from the cloudy sky, spilling on pieces of work she had slaved on for maybe minutes or hours at a period of time. Rather, doltish, huh? But it wasn’t her fault. Each part of her body was almost as cold as the next; clothes were an essential and should have been wearing more. But it wasn’t her fault. Darkness enveloped her within its grasp; escaping could be one matter but it was her mainstay. But it wasn’t her fault. Quantities of her being will be verily exposed and the world would know of it. But it wouldn’t be her fault then.
Breathing morally close to her neck as the young woman became adjusted in those manly arms, wanting to have a good hold on the young female as she rested against the heated figure, the male stood taller than most. Compared to the trite study of Asians only reaching the height of 5’0 or less, he was more than against that standard. Over six feet, women would easily flock to his feet in the other lands, always wanting their children to grow tall and have good genes. The human girls were so easily impressed with him, loving the way he was. He could have been married into a rich family and everything for just going around, being the way he was but none of them, in his eyes, could hold the power that grew within him. A normal woman would burn from the inside out from the intercourse that could in between them. He was careful of that for he found this out by observing through the effects of others that an element, untamed, that was similar to his. Sadly, none made it out alive, nor did the ones that performed on them.
Ideal; a man holding a woman in this day and age would be dying to give a flip of the skirt, cop a field, grab that a**, and all of the above. But on the mind of plain and definite purity of a mind like the pyromaniac’s, nothing would even come to mind. It never resided in that jurisdiction. For a self-proclaimed, cool-looking, handsome, assertive b*****d such as himself, he was a gentleman in the eyes of those around him. Even though he trotted about the boarding school behind Paris, he has been somewhat around, holding the women and girls in his arms, and taking them to the office. Plenty of them fell for his mysterious mannerisms and striking features but, for some reason, he paid little attention to their moves, going on to finish what he had to do for Paris. But, for an odd reason or another, he felt something different in his heart. It pounded slightly, almost going against the speed of the raindrops. It was strange to feel this way; it happened on usual occasions so why should this be any different?
Alex, a teacher at the school, found within the Thai boy, finding him to be the perfect person for the job. It didn’t seem like much of anything. But, if anyone were to know something about the teacher, he always had a hand in matchmaker, picking people for each other and another. On a few junctures, the teacher had been trying to set the hottest spark in the boarding school with a girl that would fit into his style, but none came his way. Even before then, girls approached him like it was an okay thing for them to do during his first year there. Compared to the others, he was fairly handsome, strong-minded, and so determined for a specific goal. The only reason he had a girlfriend over the summer for the time he had been there was for the fact of going places together and gathering aspects for the annihilation of the school. It was his job to be on the lookout, to initiate the beginning start of the fall for mutants all around. For what reason of his own, he is not sure of but he’ll have to do whatever it’d take to burn the school to the ground.
“Hey, watch it; I’d rather not be the one to drop her…”
One hand pat against the back wouldn’t really ease the Thai into going hysterical about it; touching on or being touched on was a normal basis to him, due to him being with the crazy mutants of Dusk and all, but this was because of the girl lying in his arms all wet, wintry, and aloof. To another, they were complete opposites. She was no damsel in distress and he was no prince in shining armor; on the side of good and bad, the girl held her innocence well while the Thai boy had his disrupted, tainted, really. Closing in on his intervals was the resulting of the shadows that she controlled. Both their elements would never go together as the darkness closed in on the more frozen feelings as the sun rose on ultimate intensity of strong emotions like rage and happiness. To another, they were absolute reverses of another but in a different year, shape, and form. But, in some odd place, each of them filled out another’s empty persona just like that. At a time, they felt like one being, but it was for an instance and nothing more.
Casanova? Jao? Ha, someone could actually make a little snicker at the boy being so defiantly gentle, nice, and charming. Well, it could be said as the truth if he were a player of the sorts, but, to a few dismays of others, he would do nothing more to introducing the luck of love on any of the women except for those he dated for a certain purpose. Nothing existed in between them. Learning a bit about them, walking here and there, going to places and all of that were really flaws to their plan of having a hot and tall Asian male by their side. Morally, they were all shy girls, which meant that holding hands seemed more than enough for them. How lucky was the Thai boy now, huh? Now, back in his homeland, it was unnecessary and frowned upon for a man to touch a woman, but, to the unknowing knowledge of the parents, the children of their darling family sneak out, assign to adultery, and dare not share the claims of their shame and dishonor. It was a screwed up society, of course, but what else was there for him to do about it, huh?
Miraculously, he hoped that the dear cupid of a teacher, Alex, wasn’t trying to set the two up or anything. It’s not like they wouldn’t be a good match or anything but for the fact that both of them were on a different regimen; Jao’s main priority was to look out for possible threats, feel the increase of tension through the leader’s heat, follow orders, and get ready to burn all that stand in his and Dusk’s way. Even though there were those that held more than just one kind of power, and more unique arrays of abilities, Jao was like no other. Back in the past, there was something about him that the government or the whole world couldn’t and wouldn’t pass up for the fact that he was atypical; other fascinating mutants were born to into this world as actual beings, or possibly enhanced, but is a being when the elemental power of a certain is naturally unlimited? It was a usual likeness to have as a thought but that was of no matter at this point since the girl, dear Alyssa, still lingered in his arms.
“Don’t move so much…”
Waiting for her chance, the injured girl wanted to have a go at the teacher for such an obvious saying of the sort but, to no avail, was she even close to getting him since her force of initiation had been diminished due to her making more of a mess than she had before this. She may have stumbled out of his arms but he remained rather gentle but vigilant in keeping her from going anywhere on her own, especially in her state of being. This was, at that point, her fault for being so reckless; everyone was rather doltish, even Jao. For awhile, Alex, Alyssa, and Valentine talked in between themselves, and take a guess at which one of them was left with the caring mission. Jao, of course! Looks like someone’s going to be making a trip to the office, a place he had passed by earlier on right before the meeting was adjourned. Cancelled, actually; there was a whisper he heard after making a pass but it was nothing more, until now. The words he caught unto were clinging to his person so willingly.
Quaint-like, Alyssa poked at his chest with a finger, ready for him to take her to Miss Rao. Frankly, he was kind of going to turn on his heels until the girl remarked about him being her ‘noble steed’. Kind of rolling his eyes, adjusted her a bit so that she leaned closer to his body before he turned about in the rain, heading off to the office. It wasn’t all that far but it didn’t have to be close to the entrance where going through the joined hallways would be nothing more than a pain in the a**. So, why not use this method, huh? It was much easier anyhow. It only took moments to get there, but there was something odd about the atmosphere. Around this particular office, a distinct smell waived about in malicious endearments. That was bad. As he approached the door, he could see the note, seal, and lights had been turned off and placed on the door so that no one could enter. Like anything could get any worse. Well, it wasn’t all that bad until, suddenly, a destined prediction came to pass, calling out some kind of lockdown.
“This isn’t good.”
Miss Rao, all of a sudden, appeared in a brilliant shine of light, taking the seal and note off the door, and rushing in before making eye contact with the two, who she knew would be there, waiting for her to heal the girl that had visited her so many times. Walking in, another announcement was made, confirming that a lockdown was in progress. It was just how Jao perceived it. Paris, at a point, was beginning to droop into that state again. He could feel it. Alyssa, now placed down on the firm bed, was kind of left to her own. The key fact on why he couldn’t leave was for the fact that the door was shut, the curtains were let down, and everything was shut off for her and the other two’s protection. Sighing, Jao could feel himself slipping from an unusual consciousness, but it was typical, vanishing as fast as it had come to him in place of his trained thoughts. Now, a good thing for him being here was that he could get a real good look at the nurse that girls here respected and admired; it’s been on his mind to do so for a really long time.
“Oh, it’s nice to see you here again, Alyssa!”
Attention was suddenly paid to the pyromaniac; dark hued eyes stared into another.
“Now, who might this handsome man be that brought you in?”
Knowingly from just listening how the nurse talked to Alyssa, it was more than just palpable that the two were commonly fated with another to meet under many circumstances, no matter what it was. Taking a small space by the door, his daring eyes never left hers as she circled the bed, going to have a look at the injury that Alyssa had gotten, which was apparent when she came into the room in the arms of the Thai boy. Lying underneath each others’ eyes was a secret that one knew and the other had no clue of. Vivacity was like that, always conjuring up new ways and meanings of existing in worlds old and newly discovered. Folding his arms over his chest, he gave her a look, up and down, taking the figure that was universal in what women wanted as a body. Her breasts were probably the part of her they saw first before looking at her face, noting the dot on her left cheek that counted as being a beauty mark. Jao had one, too, but it was on his right. Was there something missing here or did the two have an odd connection?
“My name’s Jao. It’s a pleasure making your acquaintance, Miss Rao.”
X marked the spot, duh. It was in her voiced actions that he recognized where he heard a certain saying come from. ‘Darkness will be lingering out in the rain; fire will draw it near.’ It was rather strange to hear it come like that but it made sense in a theoretical way since the darkness would follow only to swallow up the hope that the fire clung unto but also to encase that rage that burned its waiflike soul. With a smile, Miss Rao gave a slight bow to him, acknowledging his being before focusing on Alyssa. From Jao’s point of view, it took only a matter of seconds for the rip in her jeans, the wetness, and injury to make it all disappear like it never even happened. It was quite amazing. He could only be impressed. If she had been younger, she would have been good for Dusk but it was already settled that one would come with some inimitability soon enough; Jao could only take a seat and wait for this day to come. It would be soon, but it was not the one he was hoping for. The destruction of the boarding school drifted on his mind often.
“Good as new! You should be careful of where you walk, but you already know that, of course.”
Jao, walking over to the bed solemnly as Miss Rao went to her desk, stood before her, looking her over. Hey, the nurse didn’t do a bad job at all. She was really good at what she did, which was quite awesome, really. Inwardly, a smirk came over his face, but one wouldn’t be able to tell if he wanted to say a rancid comment, was amused by what went on, or was just happy to see her all well and better. Many have caught themselves staring into those blank eyes, seeing almost nothing behind them but the faction of being rejected by some nominal cogency. It was a common thing for him to never notice but it was a matter people would just tell him. How often did he receive the compliment that they couldn’t get a glimpse into his emotions, only seeing a small flame blazing in the back of his mind; this, at some point, engrossed him on the fact that he may be slightly and verily enigmatic. It was a frequent process that his mind went through in all times of the day but, unintentionally, they do get rather annoying, frustrating, and a pain in the a**.
“Well, well, well, Alyssa, aren’t you looking rather ‘clean’ this evening.”
Hands propping themselves up on the sides of the bed, his eyes stared into her own, catching a small glimpse of something hiding within, but it wasn’t for long as he began to think to himself for a moment, losing concentration on what he was doing initially. Not long was it until someone else came in that knew Jao from having him in certain classes. It was a Korean guy named Dong-Yul who had the ability temporarily bring back a duplication of himself from the past or future, could self-detonate on command along with the duplications he brought from earlier and past times, and even could do medium style teleportation travels from the school over to his homeland, but it would take a whole bunch of awareness to move another along with his own being from point A to point B. Really, he was a fourth year like Jao, but he was so different as well. He came in through using his exclusive ability, and accidentally knocking into Jao, giving him a little push at Alyssa, who was still sitting on the bed.
“Oh, I’m sorry! Didn’t mean t- Yoboseyo, Ramsey-oppa! Igosun muoshijiyo? Wow, Jao, you slick b*****d, you!”
Lips of the Thai boy had, unexpectedly, pressed against the other only by accident, of course. But, how come it seemed to have lasted more than five seconds? During that small time of when they kissed, Jao felt the cold sensation hit against his warmth, freezing on his lips for a second before being melted away by the heat venting from within him; this was extravagant and so not on the schedule. But, for a second, he didn’t mind it happening like this at all, which got him to thinking that he had to give word to Dong-Yul and then make his leave back in the direction of where that severe heat was emanating from. Breaking apart from the other, he gazed at her face, actually photographing her features before straightening himself up, giving his attention to his younger friend. In a second, he could get slapped for it but it would have to wait for he’d run out of there as soon as he and the other Asian male were done speaking, who was about six foot two inches, an inch right under Jao.
“Dong-Yul-sshi, what are you doing here? Shouldn’t you be working on your art portfolio?”
One look from the Korean boy went to the Thai male with an eyebrow quirked up.
“Aww, Hyung, why do you have to be so serious with work? Just a little break is all I want.”
Fortunately, Jao was amused by Dong-Yul’s expression and enthusiastic phrasing.
“That comes up to you: shouldn’t you be somewhere?”
Laughter ensued in between the two, knowing the gestures between another.
“Would you like to walk me there?”
Dong-Yul became expressionless, before snorting out a laugh.
“No homo, please, okay, thanks! Haha~ you know that I’d love to walk you there but I have business here with Miss Rao.”
A brow was raised by the Thai boy, seeing as how the other wanted leave of his fun work.
“Oh, kuraeyo? I see.”
Then silence overwhelmed them as the Korean boy went over to have a look at Alyssa.
“Who is that sexy girl over there? Is that your girlfriend? If so, I’m so jealous! And if not, you may have to watch out for me!”
Once more, arms had crossed themselves over the Thai’s sturdy chest.
“That’s Alyssa. I was just bringing her here because she was hurt kind of bad.”
Kissing, by far, for the Thai had not been that intense until that moment right then and there; it was new to him for felt real to him.
“You’ve got great taste in women then. Hey there, name’s Dong-Yul. I’m, obviously, good friends with that hothead over there.”
The Korean boy made his way over to her, took her hand in his own, giving it a small peck on the knuckles before daring to look in her eyes.
“It was nice to make your acquaintance. Well, Jao, guess I’ll be seeing you off then.”
Nodding at another seemed enough for saying goodbye, as usual.
“Yeah. And don’t even think about hitting on her, you player. See you around, Alyssa. Stay safe.”
Heavily, a sigh could be heard from the back as the Korean was denied of his thoughts.
“Pfft. Alright then, I won’t. Najun-ge poepkessumnida!”
Waving to the two slightly, he left the room and began his walk down the hall.
Yet not out of the light, the young Thai boy was making his way to the stairs that were close to him. It wasn’t too far. Space could not avoid to be so wasteful of its time; planets spun around on their axis right on place, time, and everything. But how come he didn’t feel well once the door to the office was closed off as he stopped in the middle of it. As usual, he shrugged it off, but continued on; not taking any notice that the Prefects could be on the lookout for those that should be captivated in a room away from what was going on inside of the boarding school. His mind, slowly, started to become empty and his temperature was dropping without his notice. It was strange to feel so cold within a body so warm and going off on the light that charred brilliantly, wanting to burn anything in its sight. At first, it was a bit chilly but then everything just stopped, standing still while time flustered its way to an opening, hoping for an escape through a filtering darkness until it was too late for him to react to it.
Falling to the floor, the Thai boy started to feel a burning uproar flow throughout his body, causing him to shiver for a second. In an instant, sweat dripped from his forehead, creating burn marks on the floor, dark red fingers etched their fingers on the clothes and around the body, eyes were closed shut as tears dripped from cheeks; his heart raced as Jao breathed in and exhaled deeply, flames escaping the insides of his mouth. This section was because of Paris, who had lost his mind not too long ago. Jao, at this point, was feeling the leftover pain from it. For a short while, it was hard to sustain all of his organic being from going ballistic. All around him, the lights flickered on and off, the alarm systems for fire was going off, and a lockdown had already ensued. This was how Paris felt when he was alone and no one was around to help him. The office was behind him. If only he could get there but it was of no use. The pain was too unbearable. Everything was blazing with a raging ember, not wanting to stop its onslaught.
Jao, a seraphic and unobtrusive male, broke out with a loud yell. Fire struck against the walls, floors, and windows of the building, breaking both lights and glass all around. Miss Rao knew of this but she would not leave the other two or open the door once it had begun because there was nothing to stop him with, not without Okami Amataresu. People in that hallway could hear the scream from all around and feel the passionate heat that erupted from the Thai boy’s body. His body felt so hurt, so unloved, so dead to everyone around him. Prefects that were surveying the area rushed to that spot where Jao was losing control. Moments too late, the shouting figure was nowhere to be found. All that had been left behind was nothing more than broken windows, lights, burned doors, walls, floors, and a massive burnt mark on the floor. There was steam forming from what was done while the ground remained boiling and forever melting away slowly, turning into complete ash in the minutes that passed by.
Forming a little search party, each of the groups would seek out for a designated problem, looking in for certain things. So many problems were going down and it had just been the very first day of school. Not many humans would have this kind of thing in their world but mutants, like these, had to watch out for themselves as much as the little children did if a stranger would come on by and offer them some candy and other little useless trinkets that their parents would abide them to be against in their age. Jao never had that long opulence of having someone to look out for him. It was always him looking out for himself and, sometimes, others he cared about. This wasn’t planned. It was on accident. Jao wouldn’t mean to be hurt or damage anyone that may have been around to see him go completely ballistic. But no matter how he would look at it, he could say that this was his responsibility. If he had followed on behind Paris, this wouldn’t have been much of a problem but, forlornly enough, it was.
Back at the dorm room, where Paris and the others might have been at right when the lockdown was going down, the dear boy had found himself in the bathroom but only hours later as no one could find him. Heated and out of commission, there was something clinging unto the outer barriers of his mind, wanting to escape out into the open world and let the sleeping dog lay like how he was suppose to be back in the earlier years. Slightly, the fingers of the Thai’s right hand twitched, eyes were glazed over and unresponsive; his body felt so cold when it was burning hot on the inside. Within, there was a flame that ran on fire that was cold to the touch but hot in the aftermath. Clothes, mostly singed and deteriorated, had holes and burnt edges all over it; the hair was dry, divine into estrange split ends; Jao was a complete mess. When the sun would let him idle back on his thoughts, the time would be too late for him as the coming of the end, zealously, was close at hand. So close that Jao, once up, could feel it; it was so very near.
“Why. . . Me?”
XXXXXXX_________________Jao Wongrutiyan ❦ ❦ ❦
Spandex, a phenomenal piece of clothing, had been spread out on the bed along with a pair of cargo pants. Sitting on the ground were some steel-less boots that would make climbing and hanging about the walls easier. Little pieces of other material were here and there but no one would be able to tell who it all was from. Oh, and the leader of Dusk was expelled from school for about two weeks, or so the mind had hoped. But there was not much time to be worrying about that! The dance would be starting soon and if anyone who would be going there without some knowledge of breaking out of the shell would be rather stupid enough to even dress up and go at all. It was something that many would attend to for socializing, to start a new identity for another, and to make new friends, and lovers. After two long weeks of getting everything under control, it was good to have a good old dance to go to. It was going to be great fun, which the mutants here would enjoy. It was a time to go and look forward for the future and not back into the past.
Taking a step out of the bathroom, the tall figure walked over to the bed that wasn’t always empty at night. With a smooth motion, the young male had slipped on the stretchy shirt, having it adhere from his neck down to where his waist ended. Fitting his whole figure and showing off his toned muscles really well, the Thai male proceeded to getting on a pair of cottony black boxers, which went with his outfit since it all was completely black and everything. Next thing to be put on were some black socks that were just right; who would want to be stuffing down some thick socks into a pair of squeaky clean boots? Not this one! After that, the cargo pants were slid on and the boots after that so he could go with stuffing the ends of the pants into the boots and have them all buckled and tied up. It was important to be stylish before going to do something as great as this. Arm bands, obsidian gloves, and a few accessories were placed on just for some incase matters. Knowingly, something may be needed for that one special occasion.
A white blotted bandana with designed flowers on it was wrapped around the middle of his left arm; looking for any symbolic reason? There were none to be found as the male liked to wear it on special situations. Putting on the white belt with the silver buckle, extra pocket holders and holsters, and white leather vest, more or less, on his person, he felt rather prepared but not without putting on a white band around his right leg for some safety measures that were important to him. Lastly, he picked up the brush lying around on his bed, brushed down his wet hair, and then placed a pair of black sunglasses. This was essential for his look as he wanted to be the one to go in style when he left. Also, there had been a box that lied in waiting for him. It was definitely a read for him and more. Hopefully, this whole thing would be more fun than he expected it to be; Jao didn’t really want to be disappointed so his hopes didn’t go up too high. It had to be an easy upward movement from past developments.
Door shut and closed, the Thai boy went out a bit later than everyone else while using his heat to sense those that may be around. In a way, he was avoiding all that he could just for the fun of it as he went on down to the other tower, hoping to find the right room. Of course, it was all in the timing, which he had little of. Making slight haste, there was the very door that he had been looking for. This one led to the very person he had met two weeks ago. Alyssa, the shadowed femme fatale, was just a few feet away since none of them had left yet for the dance. Pulling out a letter from one of his pockets, he gave it a glance over. Few selected petals were glued and firmly pressed on the front, showing likely feelings of being friends and how important she was to him in his own way. It took more than enough time to make it and he was happy with it. Giving off a soft sigh, he quickly slipped the letter under the door and stood there for second, looking quite relieved until another was approaching. From the looks of it, it was that one prefect.
Jao had to get out of there in a hurry because it was that one Prefect, known as Lee, who would dare to jump in his face, wanting to start a fight, which Jao wouldn’t back up from but now wasn’t the time for it or anything. It looked like he came for someone at the same room but it wasn’t the person that Jao was giving that letter to, though. Those eyes gave off emotions for wanting to dance with someone else. Oh, how he wanted to do the very same thing but he was busy with the little scavenger hunt that would be played for tonight’s game along with a helper that would, hopefully, be by his side. If not, it’d be okay for him to do it alone. Besides, he could only think about how much fun it would definitely be go in all by his lonesome. But he couldn’t really wish for that right now, could he? Duck and cover; Jao left the vicinity and went on about his own business. Hopefully, Alyssa will read his message. It didn’t matter if she did or not. He just had a need to give her something if she was expecting him to be at the dance.
On the note, decorated with small symbols like hearts and circles, it read:
‘Dear Alyssa,’
‘Save me a dance under the stars; I want to see you sparkle under the light as we waltz the night away.’
‘Sincerely,’
‘Jao’
Willingly, he was going to give up a chance to go to something social in a long while to go out on an adventure that would make even his own mind breathless. Finding the nearest window, Jao opened it, climbed out unto the windowsill, closed it back, and looked out at the night where the stars glistened in the sky and the moon was being clouded out by a few clouds that still made it rather gorgeous. Kind of hoping off of the standing border on the outside, Jao pushed down his arms and exerted a small but powerful burst of fire, giving him a small kick that threw into the air but allowed him mobility to land on the roof of the tower. Staring up at the starry sky with those dark tinted sunglasses on, which did not affect his vision when going into a dark area, Jao knocked out all possibilities of escaping. All he needed was the confirmation of his associate to get going because it wasn’t going to take long to get there but what he’d have most of the trouble would be the Headmaster who is both watching and expecting them.
“Ha~ at least he tries to.”
Momentarily, he waited but wouldn’t give out to it any longer.
“Let’s get started, shall we?”
Jao Wongrutiyan ❦ ❦ ❦XXXXXXX_________________
