What does it mean?
Akin. I couldn't think of him being mobbed. And for what... I am in the middle of minding it when a callow voice echoed.
"Rei-rei,"
We both turn our heads toward the woken face of Miro. Still in pajamas, he is gawking at me with narrower eyes than usual.
"Mornin' " I greeted with a pale smile.
He yawns and is stretching his arms forward as he watched me marching towards him. At the same time asking for a hug from me. "Good morning. Where are we at?"
His eyes roam the chamber all together with mine.
The room we are in is about five or more times bigger than my regular bedroom at home. And although some damaged part of the walls is seen, the red curtains lined with yellow lineage, and decorations of different suiting patterns didn't leave it a room to stand out. Another classic jaded chandelier is hanging above us and after it is a smaller chandelier they have on what seems to be a bathroom. The large vases, seemingly vintage in design, are creatively standing in the four corners and the handles of the cabinet in each of the three beds seems to be gold. I can also see a doorway leading to a glorious open balcony.
"Do you know them?"
I shook my head. "No, Miro."
"How about fangs, may I see?" he opened his mouth.
I opened mine and closed it with a pout.
"Teleport!"
"I can't do that,"
"How about let's see if you could ran as them bloodsuckers!"
"I must have used that to always catch you when you are running away from me with your pen after you vandalized my face, don't you think?"
"Tss." he scowled and proceeded to silence.
After some while he faced me, feet edging on the floor.
"You must be rich in your past life," he said on a wrinkled his nose as I suited myself into his tight waiting arms.
"We are rich. We could afford a happy life," I said, consoling him and his hidden worries of what is in front of us.
But while we are hugging what he whisphered was, "Your dress is showing half of your boobs."
Shocked and flustered, my mouth hang open.
Is he this grown up to just spew speeches like it won't suppose to get awkward after? Just him with the 'boobs' word doesn't sit well with me. He is just 10! Don't tell me he is talking with women like that?!
I withdrew from our hug and turned back at him.
Oh, I must teach him some word or speech alternatives. Like, 'The top is lower than it used to be," or " Please fix your dress up'
When I've properly hauled my top up I pivoted back only to see him covering his eyes with his palm. I cleared my throat as I recalled how casually he pointed that out.
"Is it done?" he said.
"No," I said even though it is.
I watched his lips purse as his nose wrinkled. It is a sign he doesn't wanna compromise on something.
"How about now?"
"No..." I denied for I am still taming down the shame that is still from earlier.
How did he learn such talking?
"Done now?" he repeated after some minute again.
"Not yet,"
He pouted his lips.
"Is it hard to adjust them? Some of my guy acquaintances said it can easily be maneuvered,"
"Miro!" I shrieked in aghast. "You have friends telling you that?!"
He shrugged his shoulders, "I mean... I can overhear Misgal's friends talk about that on their rooftop whenever that crazy Kierra couldn't make it to our house with the group project."
I stared at him in shock.
And it seems he misinterpreted what it is for.
"Yeah... yeah, we adjust for her. I can't believe it!" he lashed with furrowed brow and an animated exclamation of his right hand.
Meanwhile I, still in pause, couldn't believe the same line of his horrid narration.
"What else have you heard?" in dumbfounded hysteria, I asked.
"Oh!" he voiced as if something ignited in his mind.
"This is what I learned from them. Hear of it but don't tell it to anyone, okay? Its a secret,"
His eyes then started wandering somewhere.
"They talk about their types of girls like how friends my age does with our crushes."
"I just couldn't understand all since those were falling into a different type of narration. But again, it is the feeling of being given more knowledge of things that should be relatable. That's what makes me really into it." he nodded to himself.
"I recalled Misgal's type is a snatch. Hourglass body, he said. With certain parts that his hand won't properly contain." he grimaced. "That when he'll dive it'll be somehow drowning,"
W-what in the world???
I definitely know what it meant and it isn't fit for Miro to hear! Drowning?! The hell did he just highlight that?!
"I don't get it you know. Why would drowning be exciting? I guess I had to grow up too soon to understand everything he is passionate about."
"Or maybe he meant drowning in their beauty? But how did that involve the hand?"
I maintained a worried face and jaw drop all the time he is narrating.
"And Ciezo. He prefers these silent type girls since they are more... what term does he call it?" he tilted his head. "Oh, yes! Thrilling and rousing-"
I cut off, not able to contain my bewilderment anymore.
"And they talk about that even when they know you guys are around?!"
"What?"
"The conversation Misgal and his group is having! What else-"
"We are far from Misgal! You are straying!"
"No. I am not the one straying. What else have you listened to? They do really speak about that even with kids-"
"No!" he grunted like he recalled something that is too vexing, "I always escape the group talk and take upstairs just so I could at least hear a conversation I will relate to. You know... they are my fellow guys, and THE SISTER is always so unnecessarily loud, it beats my ears! And also, I am not a kid anymore!"
I am still in the midst of absorbing it all when he threw me one of a heck judgment again.
He crossed his arms, so inclined for an interrogation. "Why are you so interested in what Misgal is going busy for? You like him?"
Gosh, I am only interested in the horrifying mouthful he must have heard. Why am I suddenly liking someone?
"Do you want him getting drowned on you too?"
My eyes widened.
"Misgal is a friend." I rebutted and immediately pop the idea hanging in his dirty little head. "And please stop eavesdropping Miro. lt isn't healthy,"
"Why?"
"Because!"
"How so? We must learn from the elder they said, " he probed again.
And it was a worry for me to explain so! I pivoted to Papa for a backup.
"You are just 10, Miro. You don't necessarily need to learn the things guys in their 20s are devoted at. That is what your sister is talking about. And it is shameless to eavesdrop too. "
I gave my brother a stare when he is about to scratch his index above his ear.
He instead gave us a snappy salute. "Okey, dokey"
I am in the middle of all the overthinking when a familiar loud growl from someone broke the problem we are just discussing.
"I'll shatter you in my hands! You can't just throw me on a cliff like a frog-"
"It was fancy seeing you shut your mouth up. All is due." a familiar woman's voice snapped impolitely.
"Do I look like I have some awesome ability like you do? What if I died cause you pushed me-"
"Then, it'll be on my pleasure to serve you death."
And after a minute it was already on human hearing.
"Let go of me. You evil spirit!" Rain's confident gargle while he is carried in the air by Ryelia in one hand despite the glaring height difference is so unbelievable to me.
Rolling her eyes, she inconsiderately threw the spiteful Rain face flat on the floor with a disdainful thud.
"Fuck." Rain uttered as he feel his aching face.
He gave her an icy glare. "One day I'll make your mouth shut and you'll see..."
"Don't cry if you can't," Ryelia challenged.
Rain's jaw moved and it was the first time I saw him gaze seriously deep on a woman.
"I won't cry for you, sucker" He smirked and licked his lips arrogantly. Another move that astonished me.
She smirked mockingly like she knows she will.
I am on the way attending to him when again, when another series of voices from far distance contacted my ears. The raspiness and the roughness of their voice played a big distinction to the previous I have eavesdropped.
"Atleast give her time to discuss things with her family,"
"Right. "someone said as a matter of fact. "And I am his family, aren't I, vampire?"
"You know I am pertaining to the mortals," Akin's scathing voice.
"Please... please... please..." the other man's tone exulted in excitement. Using the word in the light of wanting more. "Just by hearing the word 'mortal' I couldn't help but be in tears... Let us not add human blood to the conversation now. Or you'll gonna regret it. Could we?"
I just inhaled once and the man with vengeful bloody red orbs appeared directly in front of our faces.
"Hmm... humans..." he flashed his threatening killer fangs to full length as if he got a deal with himself. And that is to set adrenaline creeping.
His eyes glinted in upscale deep red when I advanced to shield my family, but the way it shined more when I allowed my father to ultimately take cover of our circle, is enigmatic. Eyes not tearing up at me anytime soon even with the obvious hysteria in me, his lucid grin sure dangerously meant he learned something.
"Mom would be in ultimate dismay seeing how feeble you become," he noted.
"Leave us alone. The woman you are looking for is not me!"
"Let me confirm then,"
Right then and there, he is suddenly fastly coming for me, effortlessly passing by my father through his terrifying and unbeatable speed!
But before his claw reached my neck, he was pushed daredevilry to the wall, making it collapse into an ugly sight.
Akin who is very equipped with a full-blown wrath took cover of my frame as he challenged the deeply infuriated vampire.
Ryelia whined in the background when the man stood up and clicked his neck for an upcoming unsightly brawl.