Warm, honey colored hair and fair skin, the boy stylishly turned around and stared at Noah with his almond-shaped eyes, the pupils a color of the deepest aquamarine blue resembling the sea at dawn. His jawlines were hard and masculine, his figure one that would make countless drool at his sight. Standing at an incredible height of 187 cm at just the age of 17, the Young Master of the Vance family was definitely a sight to behold.
"Noah."
A low voice growled from his side, prompting Noah to turn his attention away to the young lad sitting on the single sofa, luxurious from top to bottom.
The boy's deep reddish-brown hair seemed as soft as clouds. His eyes, akin to a piece of bright and polished topaz bathed in warm sunlight. His figure at first glance was slender and fragile but people who were 'in the know' of course knows it was all just a facade seeing how he can easily beat up 5 men bigger than him in a blink of an eye, just like his 3 friends. He rose to his full height, and one could easily say he had surpassed the heigt of 180 cm- his actual height was 184 cm. His sleeves were rolled up, exposing the firm hand and the muscled arms of his which were hidden beneath the fragile white of his clothes. His skin was fair, although a bit tanned.
He gave Noah a brotherly pat on the shoulder, a sign of warm welcome. "2 years. And you've really grown up, Adam Lincoln." This lad was the heir of the Lincoln family, the 3rd richest family in Grozeia. He was the weakest in the group, though in a way nobody could ever compare (who would dare to look down on a young lad who've grown up with the other 3 beasts and still survive till today?), as he was a bit fragile upon birth. After spending most of his time with the other 3, however, his sickly pale skin gained a healthy rosiness before turning a bit tanned even. His weakness no longer plagued him, but it did not stop his best friends from still treating him like the child in their group. He had protested at first though mellowed down a bit later as their shamelessness was simply...
Incomparable is a nicer word to put it in. Sigh.
Noah grinned at him. He then turned his head to the other young lad casually sitting on the couch, left leg slung over the other with his arms crossed loosely like a real tycoon. A glowing, shiny black laptop that isn't available anywhere else in the world sat on his lap.
"Raf. I'm back."
Rafael Philipp, the Young Master of the Philipp family who had claimed the throne of the richest, most powerful family in the entirety of Grozeia.
An entity always shrouded by ice and darkness, but those who were able came close to the dark lake his heart is would notice the faint glimmer of light in the seemingly endless hole of crystal clear water. The warmth it provided was one that offered security, comfort and reliability.
Rafael lifted his head, drooped from staring at the screen in front of him. His slender, clearly jointed fingers shut his laptop off, before he stood high. His figure emerged from the bleak, dark haziness he was always enshrouded in.
His hair was shiny black, reminding one of ebony wood on a wintry December. His skin was fair with a healthy hint of honey. His build was the most amazing out of the three, prompting everyone to not tear their gazes away from him. His lips were faint red, thin and sexy. His drooped eyelids lifted, revealing the whirlpool of obsidian black eyes with the clear icy-blue ring around his inner pupils. Until today, people still had not managed to figure out the reason behind his heterochromia. Not one in his family had a history of having it, thus they could only conclude he had encountered a trauma in his childhood but till now he had denied it- and there were claims to back him up-he had not a memory of it, even the psychiatrist who had tested him with the lie-detector machine found his brainwaves did not change when he was asked about it, as though such a thing really had not happened to him. It was as if he just slept, and one day he woke up with a new pair of eyes.
"Mn."
His voice cold and authoritative, he walked in front of Noah. He took a shiny Katana sword hanging on the wall, before looking at Noah with inquiring eyes.
Noah simply sighed and grabbed another Katana sword hanging on the wall.
Emmanuel and Adam stood at the side, each holding on to a Damascus blade, grinning mischieviously and hopefully.
The piercing sounds of the two swords going against the other made for a symphony so beautiful in the 4 young mens' hearts, as beautiful as how they thought their reunion were.
On another side of the institute...
The air around Luna was unbelievably pleasant. She enjoyed her sips with her eyes cast downward. She had pressed the black app icon again, and the eyes behind the glasses glinted sharply.
Most of the students had bought their food at the cafeteria and was now arriving by small groups in the classroom. Ling Yi came in, a haughty and condescending look came upon her eyes as they were trained upon the revolting, lonely figure seated at the back. She walked up to Luna.
She saw an old Nokia phone, with its keyboards and small screen. The phone was a bit rustic and shabby, showing signs of a really used phone. She saw on the interface blocks falling and rearranged by Luna.
Luna was pretending to enjoy her game of Tetris, sipping the tea from her thermos cup once in a while. She froze momentarily when she saw the shadow loomig upon her, realizing it was Ling Yi.
Ling Yi curled her lips disdainfully, shoving her iPhone 12 Pro Max in Luna's line of sight. The phone was displaying her degrading post about Luna. Her smirk elongated upon seeing Luna's shoulder trembling faintly, getting faster as her eyes read word upon word beneath the HD picture showing her calm yet ugly figure standing on the podium beside Noah.