Ricky stood silent in front of the hanger which have his cleanly washed and dried clothes. Deeply sighing, he put on the clothes and went downstairs to see a freshly cooked breakfast; a jambalaya and some orange juice placed nicely on the kitchen counter. He sat down in front of his breakfast and ate slowly.
These incidents have happened to him for over two weeks since the first time it happened that it no longer startled him. He did try to not eat the breakfast that was served, only to find it inside his suddenly empty fridge that was usually filled with leftover food from when he didn't know.
His house were also cleaned thoroughly that no speck of dust were seen on every corner of his lving space. Not to mention his whole mountain of clothes—that were living freely on the floor of his bedroom—were all washed, dried and folded while also arranged inside the closet.
He looked around his house while he ate. His living room that was usually very dusty and smelled like trash can, wafted a gentle smell of lavender from an aromatic candle that was lit and placed neatly on the cabinet beside the television.
Since when was that candle there?
Ricky fluttered his eyes, stunned.
"...I better head to school now."
He stood up and put the plates and glass into the sink. While looking around the house again to see it's surroundings as he searched for his car keys, he found it hanged nicely on the key holder that was attached to the wall beside the door.
Confused by the presence of many unknown things that suddenly appeared inside his house without him knowing, he took the keys and head to the garage to start his grey Ford truck.
He just didn't feel like walking to school.
Taylor looked at Ricky with a horrified expression. His mouth was agape and his eyes wide as he inspected his friend.
"Dude, you hit your head or what?"
Ricky's eyes twitched. He side knocked Taylor on the ribs, causing Taylor to wince.
"Ouch, dude calm down."
Adam who just entered their circle also stared at Ricky as he shot him a surprised look. Weird, they have been friends since the beginning of university days yet he never saw Ricky took a bath every morning just to go to school. His blonde hair is as messy as ever but there’s a gentle lavender scent wafted from it, and his clothes are neat. Adam looked at him in disbelief.
"No way, who are you?"
Ricky could feel his nerve throbbing. Just a few more seconds and it might snap, and the school hallway would become a battlefield of chaos and despair. He took a deep breath and exhaled.
"…I gotta go. Class will start soon."
Ricky packed up the books from the locker into his bag and walked along the hallway followed by the still confused Taylor and Adam towards the first lecture of the day, History. Because of how strange the education system in Saint Iriha is, History class is mandatory to all engineering students; whether electrical engineering or chemical engineering alike.
Lucky for Adam and Taylor. Their course didn’t require credit hours in History class to pass this year’s exam, which means Ricky was the only one who had to face that dreaded class.
Halfway through the History class, boredom started to strike Ricky on his five senses. Well, he's still impressed by himself to not fall asleep the moment Madam Ziga entered the classroom. He glanced towards the other students. They were asleep like a log, as if the lecturer that was teaching in front of them were some invisible being. He heaved a sigh, admiring their bravery.
Then, his sight expanded as he looked around to see the scenery of almost half of the class being dead corpses lying on their table. Madam Ziga who was still teaching the class just let them be, because she knew they will suffer from the upcoming mock quiz based solely on her teachings.
As his blue iris randomly drifted about, he caught a familiar figure of a dark blue haired and grey coloured eyes person who was sitting at the innermost lecture hall table just beside the thick glass window. Focusing his sight on the target, his mouth gaped slightly before he closed it soon after that.
His mind immediately recalled their dispute about two weeks ago. Because of how big the humiliation that he received from that impudent brat, he remembered his name until this day.
That’s the name of that nerd bastard.
"What the heck...."
His eyebrows creased into a deep frown. All of a sudden, an instant surge of hatred welled up inside of him. He clenched his fist, determined to exact revenge today.
After the lecture end and all the students had left, Ricky scooted near him, blocking his exit. Noel noticed something huge blocking his way, looking around to see what it was before glancing up to meet Ricky in the eye.
Ricky snarled as his face grimaced into a face of disgust. He’s disgusted of the nerd in front of him.
Noel stared at him emptily, before he countered.
“Who are you?”
Ricky’s eyes gradually widened, before he let out a roaring guffaw inside the lecture hall, rendering his deep voice to echo inside the air tight room.
"D-Didn't you know who I am?"
Ricky asked sarcastically. They’ve just clashed two weeks ago, so there’s no way that nerd would forget.
Noel pondered, a hand on his chin.
"Are you the mayor?" He suddenly blurted out, startling Ricky.
"Then, are you the son of any important person in the educational or governmental industry?"
His forlorn father is a co-founder of an oil company with several international branches. That being said, he didn’t care whether his father got involved in governmental or educational or even anything else related to them.
He just simply don’t.
"Then I don't know who you are."
Noel smiled nonchalantly, gaining a sneer from Ricky.
Is he for real?
"I'm sorry. Although my memory is good, I'm not the type of person to remember unimportant parts of life. So do remind me of who you are."
Noel’s words strangely ticked Ricky off to the core. He threw his bag onto the table and indignantly grabbed Noel by his collar before pulling his face closer to him.
“You son of a-!”
Suddenly he felt a numbing electric zap from his hands that was grabbing Noel. Noel let out a soft wince before he yanked himself away from Ricky’s hands.
They both looked at each other silently, without any words uttered.
Noel cleared his throat and adjusted his highneck. From his red face, he looked like he’s suffering something more than what Ricky suffered.
“…Don’t ever touch me like that again.” His tone mixed with warning as he glared at Ricky.
Ricky immediately went blank. He stared at both of his hands, still not believing of what happened while Noel quickly grabbed his backpack and went away.
Serah Serah panted as she trudged through the thorny path. His dark pink dress were tattered and smudged with dirt, and her face, clad with fear and confusion. Where am I? What is this place I’m in right now? She thought to herself while still limping slowly. She remembered she and Abigail went out to pick flowers for Joseph, her friend's little brother. "Ouch-" Serah stopped abruptly when her toes got cut by the thorn on the side of the road—adding more to her feet injury. Her shoes was torn about awhile ago, and it's been a long while since she's in this forest. As she was limping along the endless path, she finally decided to rest and sat on the side of the road. She winced when she touched her wound from the thorn earlier. "What should I do? There's no water here." All the days that she got stuck in the mysterious forest, she didn't eat and rely only on the murky swamp water that she woul
Ricky From the time after Noel had left him in the lecture hall, Ricky was left in a disheveled state. He was now alone in a bookstore, seeking for a reference book for Adam who suddenly have to manage the basketball team’s evening practice and asked Ricky to buy him books. “I told you, book A is better than book B. It contains better explanation and easy to remember short notes for an educationally dumb person like you.” Ricky told Adam as they talked by phone. Ricky flipped the pages of reference book B before his face twitched in disagreement. Then he put down the book on the display table before picking up reference book A that was just beside each other and was now reading reference book A about mechanical engineering. His eyebrows raised in agreement and satisfaction towards the contents. “Okay, okay. I know I’m dumb, but don’t you think that book C is better with me?” Ricky’s face contorted into a look of dismay. “Book
Izfar "I see." Izfar nodded his head after Serah finished her story of how she got inside the forest. "And then, you were found by Raon and Horan and were bought here?" Izfar asked for confirmation, Serah nodded at his question, even though she herself wasn’t sure how she got to the palace in the first place. Suddenly, her stomach grumbled, begging to be filled. Izfar widened his eyes in surprise while Serah held her grumbling stomach. "Are you hungry?" "Oh, this? It's okay, I'm used to being hungry in the forest." Serah childishly grinned. Izfar fell silent, his yellow eyes were cast down to inspect her features. Her dark blonde hair was messy and her body is scrawny, not fitting for a child like her. Yet, she could still smile happily although she's suffering on the inside. Izfar motioned his hand at the door. In an instant, two female elves appeared out of nowhere and paced near him. "Bring some light
Noel "Whew, finally done." Noel said as he wiped the sweat that was dripping down on his chin. He sighed in satisfaction as he saw the clean shiny sink with all the untensils cleaned and trash taken out. Despite that, his nose still caught a pungent smell somewhere nearby. "Hmm?" He smelled himself. He smelled like a durian. "Whoops." He chuckled. "Better get washed before heading out. I guess I'll close the library today. But when will I tell Joseph about Serah I wonder?" He spoke amidst his walking to the bathroom After washing himself using the refreshing shower in a beautiful spring night, he wore a cream colored turtleneck with a black pants and put on his usual round, old fashioned glasses. "Perfect, just like the nerd I am." He grinned while posing in front of the full length mirror. As he hummed while hopping down the stairs to the main door, he touched the door knob and the door shape changed. Not from the usua
Ricky Ricky stared listlessly at the window situated just in front of the sink, while scrubbing the dirty dishes with the dishwashing soap and sponge that he didn’t even knew he had inside the house. He had to admit that he’s been leading a strange life lately, having a stalker as his maid. He had sworn he checked through every nook and cranny around the house; the attic, the basement, and even the other three unused bedroom just to find the whereabouts of the stalker. Unfortunately, other than stumbling upon some critters and some rats that made him want to curse the heck out of his mouth, he didn’t find a thing; not even any trace of human habitats inside all those spaces. As a matter of fact, Ricky slowly got used to having the harmless stalker in his house. Rather than trying to hurt him, they provided him with food. Although mysteriously, Ricky noticed that his monthly allowance that his father secretly transferred into his account decreased a little, in
Joseph Joseph sat silent on the bench as he looked at Ricky who was buying some canned drinks at the machine near the park. What am I doing…? He monologued, feeling awkward being comforted by a college kid. However, he did admit that he was almost at his limit on searching for Serah after a full 20 years. He lowered his gaze to the sandy ground and sighed. Then, he leaned against the back of the bench and looked at the dark blue sky. The stars were glittering brightly. I wonder if, Serah also sees the same sky as I am right now? What is she doing at this moment? I hope she's fine. He fell silent again. At those silent moments, the only words that he muttered were "I miss you..." At that moment, Ricky had already reached Joseph and he heard his muttering. He cleared his throat and pretended that he didn't hear his lonely words.<
Izfar As usual, the Kingdom of Ishtiya' are bustling with people coming in and out from the county. Their commercial activities flourished, the sea products that were caught were all fresh, and the farm products were clean, free from infections. The people chatter that came from the stalls which were established at the central town could be heard until the gates of the palace. Not far from the town, the palace majestically stood tall, with a pair of arch, shaped like bird wings, stretching high up into the sky. The clean white walls were taken care of meticulously by the loyal servants of the palace. At a corner of the palace, stood a tall magic tower where Izfar usually resides for his magic research. His pointy ears twitched from time to time as he tried to focus on his telepathy. He opened his eyes, frown could be seen forming on his thinly lined light brown eyebrows. He sighed heavily, then proceed to the window of the tower from his seating place
Ricky Ricky stretched his arms and lazily strutted in the hallway. While wandering about, he was suddenly reminisced about what happened to him after the party. After the wild party that ended with him sleeping with 2 unknown girls, he caught a big hangover and quickly left their house that was like, a few miles away from his house. So he decided to take the taxi. Unfortunately, he got a taxi driver who was too curious of his disheveled looks that the taxi driver didn't stop staring at him along the way. After reaching his house, feeling uncomfortable and with an intense headache, he opened his door but stopped abruptly, staring at the kitchen counter. There, a bowl of hangover soup was served on the counter and a medium pot of more hangover soup was placed on the kitchen stove. "Ah..." Rather than feeling afraid, he covered his mouth, trying to hide his grin. He slowly walked closer to the kitchen counter and sat in front of the dish,