Zyair opened his eyes and found himself standing in a spacious, gorgeous hall. Floor made from crystal clear glass. Exquisite crystalline ice walls, and carefully crafted pillars looking like ice sculptures. And when you look up, you can see a clear view of the ceiling painted with realistic blue skies and white clouds. But what makes Zyair go "wow~" were those chandeliers hanging above the ceiling.
A huge, elegant spiral crystal chandelier hung as the centerpiece. The main spirals were mainly formed by fist size crystal balls, accompanied by little crystals shaped droplets, looking so much like raindrops. And from the center piece, in hurricane formation, small sized chandeliers hung, making it look like it is raining.
It's as if looking at a scenery of the sky when it was pouring shower rain, all the while the sky is clear and the sun still bearing it's crown sitting on its throne above. It was beautiful. Because of the light, every droplet shone rainbow and it sparkled, making everything look very special.
However, since Zyair was alone, missing someone right now. This beautiful scenery was wasted. From Zyair's perspective, everything looks dull and boring if that certain someone is not by his side. That's why it's easy for Zyair to retract his eyes off this beautiful ceiling without any second thoughts. He walked forward, curious about this new environment.
Everytime Zyair walked, his steps created a clear district sound echoing all around the hall. Zyair walked around observing every little detail of the place. Zyair raised his arm and let his finger touch the wall and feel whether it was cold or not.
It isn't, so Zyair let his hand linger as he walked, feeling the smoothness of the wall. Zyair stops his steps every 12 steps, for with those every distance are tall erect pillars like ice that were sculptured with such meticulous curving. Every pillar has different designs. It's like every stroke embedded in these sculptures have meanings and words. But of course, Zyair is Zyair. He may appreciate this work of art but it doesn't mean that he cares. Meaning or not, who cares. If Zyair uses his brain then he is not Zyair!
What Zyair wanted to know is where the hell is he?! Now that this question was asked, Zyair can't help but fumed as he thought of what happened before he came to this weird place.
Zyair felt he was going to have a heart attack again, ah!
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It was just an ordinary day. Zyair went to school as usual and slept all day like everyday. No one dares to disturbed his sleep as usual and people carry on with their day.
However, Zyair was awakened by someone.
Sleeping peacefully on his desk without dreams or nightmares was a really good sleep. But this good sleep ended when Zyair saw a familiar looking pale slender hand coming towards him from the dark abyss of nothingness. It just looks familiar, nothing more. Zyair never thought of digging his mind thinking where on Earth did he see that hand. Then Zyair felt a tremendous shake, like an earthquake flipping the earth upside down, and heard a voice calling his name.
"...air."
Zyair wanted to ignore it and keep sleeping but the voice was very persistent and the shake kept getting stronger and stronger.
"Zyair!"
Until Zyair couldn't take it anymore and almost exploded on the spot. Veins pop out of his forehead, feeling incredibly pissed off. Zyair directly opened his eyes revealing bright eyes like a sun, raging like a golden fire burning everything. He abruptly lifted his head, as he gritted his teeth in anger and annoyance.
But when Zyair saw who dared wake him up– like a fire suddenly poured by a cold water, all Zyair's anger went like a puff of smoke, and was blown away by the wind. The raging fire in his eyes was extinguished and became a tranquil sun from morning sunshine.
Qantas was amused by this quick change. Zyair has colorful expressions as always and this never fails to amuse him. Unlike him, this boy's thoughts are always written on his face, especifically when Zyair is angry. He will express all of it in his face, in an exaggerated way.
"It's just you, ah. What's up? Is the class over?" Zyair asked, sounding indifferent but his eyes couldn't help but brighten as he stared at Qantas with expectant eyes.
With his posture that seems to be hugging the desk table and his head prop up in between his arms, Qantas have a misconception of looking at a fierce dog wagging his tail and running towards him asking for a snack and praise.
Adjusting the rim of his glasses, Qantas stared at Zyair and suddenly felt like his hand was itchy. He suddenly has an urge to pat and stroke that fluffy golden hair. And so he did.
Meanwhile, Zyair saw Qantas being silent and looked at him confused. He tilted his head and his eyes gazed in question, when a pale slender hand appeared in his vision, reaching out towards the top of his head. If this was other people, Zyair would directly bite off their hands to the bone and even wanted to chop them off clean for daring to touch him. But this is not other people, ah. This is Qantas. Even if Qantas struck his hair bald, Zyair wouldn't care. He might as well offer his head over that beautiful hand.
But before Zyair could even do that, Qantas already retracted his hand before he touched a stand of that golden hair. Qantas' eyes squinted into a thin line as a sudden light glint over carrying unclear intrigue. He raised the hand that was supposed to stroke the golden head. With his three fingers, Qantas lightly took off his golden rim glasses and gently wiped them with the white handkerchief he took inside his pocket.
Without looking at Zyair, Qantas lips curved slightly making his cold face slightly soft and he whispered. "I have something to do, so I'm not going to play with you later."
Hearing this, Zyair's face immediately changed. He was curious at first, as to why this guy suddenly changed his mind and took his hand back. However, when he heard what Qantas said the next second, his confusion went flying and the flame that was extinguished a while ago, burned once more. He scowled, while he pursed his lips thinned. A clear disappointment flashed in his eyes as the frown in his brows wrinkled deeper and deeper.
"I played that game, because of you. If you're not going to play, then I'm not going either."
But Qantas clearly disagrees. He stared at Zyair's stubborn scowled with his dark violet eyes and still firmly said "No."
Between the two of them, Zyair knew clearly who was the most stubborn one. Zyair only has his raging temper, but Qantas has his silence and patience. When it came to this kind of argument, Zyair was at a disadvantage.
"Why? Where will you go? What are you going to do?" Zyair glared at Qantas fiercely, as if he was going to bite him any second. He was really annoyed and dissatisfied with this situation. He was just having his peaceful sleep and was awoken just to hear that this punk had other things to do, and even dared to order him to play that bloody game!
'Bloody hell! You're kiddin' me! There must be something outside that attracted this punk attention! Who is it?! What is it?! How could there be someone more important than me?! And how could that trashed game even matters at a time like this?!!'