Aaahhhh!!! Kazuya's internal screaming. His life hit the pit of the jackpot literally. Kazuya's walked bypass him. "Have you seen my friends?"
Kazuya's friends? He recognized them because it's appealing to see the school's top students with the school's bottom student.
"They're back long ago. Why are you now coming out of the school building?
"Shut up! I don't need your lecturer when I'll be done with my business." He's still pissed off with Hairen. Definitely, he won't be going to let him go easily without trouble to come bet it easy or hard.
"Aren't you supposed to wait for Hairen? Where's he?"
"How could I possibly know your friends?"
"We're not." Luka's eyes to the school's building.
"Your friends pissed me off today. Both of them," Kazuya's never-ending complaints prattle. Luka, was the only one who listened to him without being a jerk annoying him.
Luka loosened his tie.
Student's tie type for the school is scarves. The one scarve tie he got told by a bossy tenant to fix on the way to school. Now then, he didn't fix it.
He only has a class for one hour, and the rest is slumbering. He should be grateful to that beast for showing up in the school's backyard, giving him trouble. Now then again, the scarves should be loose on his neck. Kazuya touched it. The scarves not loosening. It's right fixed well.
Then ... who...? Whose ocd hand was ticklish enough to touch his scarve tie? He hated it enough when someone touched him, and his things without permission.
The day spent by Kira's side.
Kazuya's shoulders drooped languishingly. Doctor guy bother to fix it while in he's in dreamland? 'It's an eyesore.' Kira's words at the breakfast table come echoing in his head.
"Wondering about your scarve tie?"
"No, thank you. Why should I?"
"Curious between both of them? Who fixed it?"
"It doesn't matter. School is over and I'm going back home."
"Alone?"
"Yes, alone."
"You were supposed to go back with both of them."
"What about you, Mr. Head of Security Guard?"
"School security is my responsibility. I can't leave it till the next guard shift comes."
"I wish you luck following your duties."
The only one Kazuya wishes well upon. The other two are on the steep verge of the mountains fighting verbally with him.
The long dialogue between them is about to be over in a surreal 'normal' way.
Luka has a light smile on his lips without being pretentious. "They sure have slapstick sprinkled caring, loving pretension to the rebellious teenager."
"Shut up!" grouched Kazuya. He leaves him and walks past the school gate.
"Mr. Head of Security Guard, have you seen Kazehaya Kazuya?"
Luka turns to the voice. "Kira...?"
"Ryokan's little master. Have you seen him?" Kira's impersonal voice on a drowning frosty night.
"Apparently, he wants to walk home." Luka notices the cloudy sky. It will be raining cats and dogs soon. "Sky's signing in next weather prediction."
"Walking home? Let's pray he knows to take care of the injured forehead." Kira sees red witch partly nefarious worrying other people about himself.
Luka almost slipped the can from his hand.
"No worry about it. The game, he can play it well." Who can swing his weight on Kira's standpoint on how Kazuya and his game are?
Luka giggled how impressed by both Kazuya and Kira sinking their teeth into their hobby vocation in defiance.
"Only minor bruises and swelling." Kira's skills are worth panacea healing. Especially ones he cared about.
Hairen's behind them, walking, carrying teaching books together with his coat. "It wouldn't be bad not the wound didn't get infected."
"You should return home now," Luka remembers Kira's session in taking over the infirmary with another doctor.
"I want to stay at the infirmary a bit longer today," said the infirmary doctor.
"Why? There's a patient?" asked the security guard's head.
Rather, no patient is coming in because the teens and young are always in a robust fit. "I have seen enough of Kazuya's face today. I want to have recumbent time here than hearing others broke out wars back at the ryokan." Kira's long sentences are worth months.
Others need to wait until the next thousands of years again to hear such a prowess of great long sentences.
"Where's Kazehaya Kazuya?" Hairen's inquisitor question.
"I suppose he is already at home just by walking." Luka answer.
"Please have a way to your work while I searching for what's mine." Hairen's immaculate words never disappoint nefarious congregation students pummeling themselves into flair florescent irreparable damage.
Hairen's appeasement to the conundrum is warmonger procurement. He hurled his teaching materials at Luka. "The injured cat won't get far." Hairen put on his coat and walked out of the school gate.
Luka looked at the sky. "I want to see pouring rain drenched them."
Kira's eyes to Luka.
Luka noticed it. "Let's appreciate I want to stay out of your zealous spellbinding eyes."
"It's palpable complimenting you're not a poker flipping through at single adoration, not in minimum range advertently."
"It's trouble, Mr. Doctor."
"It's revelry trouble without you to recede it."
"I'm sheepish for more grandiose fortuity." Luka's sight on the school gate entrance. Kazuya's unearthly hour in making others unescaped, infernal fickle tickler with no one can dodge it.
Hairen's domineers renounce will be denunciation by council sooner. The scrutinized hounds are always cryptic.
Time is silent. Luka and Kira's silent and both of them walk away.
Hairen walks stopped at the bus stop. Finding the peaceful pace in drizzling rain because he has to research for a haughty brat. He'll find him, regardless.
Hairen exhaled a soft breath. Getting pissed off in a softened way.
'I will give you a ton of trouble later.' Hairen's foreshadowing premonition Kazuya won't be safe from him. In about busyness getting mad, drizzled rain turns to pouring rain.
Rain timbre is virtuous. Hairen pipes down himself at the rain sound. With the falling rain wondering, Hairen couldn't have worried for the boy who likes rain until he played in it and got a fever. A fever eventually asked him to sharpen in the game world play. He learns not to get sick to play the games well. Only stop when his private teachers come.
Kazuya, rain, and fever. He always has a fever whenever the rain comes. He shouldn't have played much in the rain in childhood. Never so he heard Kazuya wail because of it. The boy who's always asking his private teacher to cuddle and snuggle with him until he falls asleep.
The grown-up version, it's not more than wrapping himself in a blanket while his eyes to screen playing the game. Hairen's hopeless scene to see Kazuya looking at books even in fever time. Kazuya's medication is likely to be it and dozing off along with it. It has been so long since it. He sees the boy dealing with countryside life, sour relations, and grumpy grumbles always get in the way. The one aptitude always gets amusing.
Ephemeral sorrow shared halved in the time between him and games. Offline and online. Kazuya's ich liebe dich on recluse life on online gaming until he's better.
The street with few people hurrying on walks with an umbrella makes it emptied without people. Seeing the falling rain, a masquerade party will soon begin to the world sleeping soundly deep. Where's to find one little human-like who insists shrewdly on making him dilapidated?
Kazuya wakes up at the sound of the rain. He jolted at the rain outside.
The sky already shows it will rain soon. A bemused puncture question in people when rain rains down the earth is, "How am I gonna back home right now?"
Kazuya sighed. He notices there is someone beside him. "I'm sorry for my disturbance." Kazuya's ultimate politeness to those who he doesn't know.
"Your irenic acumen in manner is not appellative to necessarily repining and not saying 'I'm sorry'."
An equivocate is not in Hairen's jouissance.
"Why are you here?" He understands Hairen buttinsky apart from being a teacher.
The rain? Kazuya's silent guessing.
"I am searching for an idiotic who says he wants to walk home in the rain. That idiotic is you." Another war broke out at the bus stop.
"It still doesn't rain yet when I say it."
"Sleeping in the rain at the bus stop? Your mind is much of that bagatelle whimsy, that of a bratty brat."
Both Kazuya and Hairen are additional unstoppable, thundering to the rain. Both are in failed tempo to keep the cool side in each other faces.
"I see the rain is preponderant cuddling you to sleep in like a baby brat," said Hairen.
Kazuya takes steps backward from him, sitting back on a bench. Eventually, he laughed.
Hairen's calm came through Kazuya's laugh. "Are we delving into a comedian show right now?"
"I'm laughing at you. You should have a moment looking at yourself in the mirror for looking out for a bratty brat."
"I'm not snappish as you in getting betrayed your true self with your worries at candid?"
Seven days. One percent bracing Hairen's gestalt in times and days, weaving in eyesome of venerable ergo, driving away his diffident that's facetious, likely. "What of it?"
"Nothing, it's just that I thought it was funny."
Hairen standing in front of Kazuya, poking his forehead. "You should ever have more trouble for me ever again if it's ridiculous and funny in your mind."
"I should." Kazuya put on his coat and took his bag. "Let's go home."
Hairen keeps looking at the rain. "Go home by yourself in this rain. Once in a time, it's fine."
Kazuya gets up and walks to the gate. "It's just rain." He put out his hand to feel the rain.
"Is your brain gone since a long ebullient thumping onto the wall earlier, don't you?"
"Fine, I will go by myself." Kazuya walks out of the bus stop.
"Good luck with your walk. The home you're so eager to reach by walking is 10 kilometers from here."
Kazuya stops after a few steps. What? 10 kilometer? Kazuya never really paid attention to the road and was always napping.
"That's why we came in a car, stupid."
No words. Hairen walks to Kazuya's side. He remembered the injury Kazuya mentioned. Without permission, he takes off the bandage and sees the wound.
A swell is starting. Hairen's light finger touches on the injury. It'll lessen the pain. Not a full recovery. He put the bandage back.
"Hey, are you afraid of rain?" asked Kazuya.
"Please see the sky with your blind eyes. It's sunny." Hairen never uses pleasant words to Kazuya.
Hairen takes Kazuya's hand. "Let's go home."
"Didn't you say our home is far from here?" The hand Hairen holds feels comfortable.
"We're going to take the train, not walking. And if you're asking me if I know the way, I know it. Any more questions?"
"No." A question backfiring with a curse? No one would want to prey on themselves by asking about it. From the distance, Kazuya sees the sun has almost gone down. Probably when they get home, it will be night already.