It rings again. It rings times with a touch of wind. A facetious expeditious lullaby swimming way peaceful peace through the summer heat. The wind marked warmth lingering around. A man figure wearing a blindfold decorated with the tread of ornaments sitting at the table. His hand wrote calligraphed words Kazuya couldn't understand and decipher it. Kazuya would sometimes throw a fit because he couldn't understand it. The teacher would only laugh at childishness. When the gentle breezes come, leaves will fall to the ground. The bamboo let out its sounds after a gentle breeze whispered.
Kazuya looked out the window.
The man's lips gave out a small smile. Through blindfolded eyes, he looked up to the sky. Calligraphy art is done in a moment, putting down a brush, getting up, and walking deeper along the bamboo aisle. The place where he always vanishes and Kazuya will wake up from his dream.
Kazuya opened his eyes. The end place as always. Kazuya stares at the ceiling room. Repeating questions seeking an answer the reason he wants to dispel strong attachment feeling to the figure of nothing!?
He wakes up instantly leaving the futon and blanket.
On days off, he walks downstairs fast-paced. The downstairs floor is serene from people. Where tenants have gone? It's the weekdays and he had no school because he created it himself for getting caught a light fever.
Kazuya finds the kitchen. Fever has it the throat dry and hoarse. He could hear his voice tone changing. The jug of water full reserved on the table. Kazuya's hand quickly pours the water into the glass and has a drink. Looking around the kitchen, Kazuya wonders where's the elements of modernist elements. It has the same structure as traditional elements. The house is only at 30% on the modern side. Rest are still traditional. Old people and tradition. They are inseparable from each other.
Looking at it again carefully, maybe what grandfather said when he renovated the house is he's more into repairing, rebuilding, renew old materials. There's not much modernism in the house. The traditional rich and luxury Japanese house is still intact carefully abundantly.
He's shy to admit grandfather reconstruction, he very much likes it. To say he liked something in his age flushing flustered red cheeks. He's very much easy to show it. How is it to care about trivial things, does he care about them in a fraudulent obvious way?
The ryokan feels not a ryokan without its customers. Well, already existing customers are every time on his nerves. He cares about noisiness, he would want it with other customers to come in to check in and check out. Not the other three guests cringe gratuitous dailiness and usual. It's getting himself trapped in cheating desire longing for what's in front of him just because he's used to it.
Other, why no other customers are coming apart from those three? A week and no other customers registered? He thought about asking Hairen but he could expect the obvious outcome. Mouth wars will always be there. He couldn't remember the reason but from day one and time, childishly fighting with Hairen, in some time Kazuya remembered it back, rising an incarnate the likeness of it. He doesn't hate it.
A long morning daydreaming in the kitchen sometimes the wind chimes sound come into his hearing. Furin wind chimes in the summertime quotidian for a gift or soothing music against summer heat. Now, where come the wind chimes sound in spring?
He couldn't be hearing things in old grandfather's house? He's not much into folklore, fairies, and spirits but still, he'll listen to his grandfather's short stories about it. He couldn't remember but whether it's he's five or four years old while staying with his grandfather, he always gets smacked at the bum by he's not listening to stories attentively. He didn't understand why his grandfather had so many stories like it.
Kazuya's search for the wind chime sound ends up at engawa. It's... A moment. No time he can't spend alone without seeing the guy's face on the holiday he takes involuntarily.
"What up?"
"That..." No other words for continuation. Kazuya's disappointed voice and more than that, a dumber feeling climbed up. No chasing wind chime or anything next time.
Dumbness is when he expects and hopes for an answer. Kazuya's annoyance to see sounds the same as the one in the dream!
"Kazehaya, something wrong?" Kira's looks of concern.
Luka and Kira of really showering him with fake concern while the other honestness is exasperating.
"Oh…" Kazuya walks to Kira and sits crossing his legs beside him. Kazuya looks out at the garden. "It's a star-crossed dream. A dream where I saw the same person but at times it came with different scenes and times."
"Unbelievable, you human beings are so sentimental like this. It is funny." Kira scoffs him off.
END OF IMAGINATION.
Kira leaned in a step closer when Kazuya didn't respond to his call. "Kazehaya?"
Kazuya's stupefies dodging him away. Here the real raging burning inside him. It's not fever-hot burning, but a tenant of no manners and respect.
"Want to let out what you have as for that simpering?"
Kazuya straightened up. "It's sedentary simpatico daydreaming in my wake and sleep, beloved tenant!"
"What about your homework?" Kira on the mode of getting people indefatigable about their business.
"Half-done!" Kazuya walks away from him.
"Historical?"
His question makes Kazuya's walks pause jerkily. The historical subject homework. The homework Kazuya always glosses over. History always with long lines and sentences makes Kazuya's head unable to digest anything it says.
"I'll do it when I get slightly better." Firm voice aligned with firm decision not to do it.
"Hairen is going to get mad if you don't do his homework. Why don't you go and ask him to teach you in cuddling gentle and kind embracement." Kira doesn't know whether it's encouragement or teasing to a kid.
Kazuya's feelings of being fed with poisoned food cooked in cauldron by a witch. "You should stop your talk creeping in raising my fever temperature. I can't stand vines of creepy feelings that make me feel worse than having a fever."
Kazuya feels like he has left something out in his mind. An important question has slipped out. He couldn't remember it. The job... it was about the job.
Here it is. "Why aren't you at home not at school?"
"Dear master, it's the weekend. I don't do any work at the weekend."
Kazuya puzzled hard at a 'weekend' word. "Isn't yesterday the start of weekdays?"
"Hairen curse cast on you works well. What is today's name?"
"Ask the man. I'm lazy to know," said Kazuya. That's it. Hairen plays with his words well. Hairen could change his weekday time to weekend and his night time to daytime. Kazuya couldn't understand the man always in reverse course with him.
"Hurry up and settle your homework before going out with your friends." Luka's behind them.
Kazuya remorsing three of them the unableness to leave him all alone. 'Huh, friends?' A curious flash question in the head. "How did you know about my outdated date?" Kazuya turns to Luka. He didn't hear the footsteps a presence of the person.
"I guessing it since it's the weekend."
The three of them are at home. Almost forgotten in Kazuya's head, the jerk is also at home.
"When will you finish your homework? I doubt Hairen will let you off easily though he won't care about it." Luka guessed it all. The beast and black witch.
"What about you to teach me, Luka?" questioned Kazuya.
"My bad to be bad for I don't know anything about history." Luka's lie.
Tch! "I always get ruddy whenever I see Hairen." Kazuya's sassy in using satire. It's an overlapping world of words beneath of facade.
"How could you stay in his class for one hour?" Luka's amused. The black witch can't tolerate seeing The Guardian whilst staying with him for an endless time.
"I'm not much fond of teacher type at home and teacher at school." Literal fire burning sentence and Kazuya flounced into the living room. The day when he can be in peace for one day does not need to be mentioned again!
Luka turns to Kira as soon as Kazuya is out of their sight. "Why do you play with it? I'm surprised to see the wind chime didn't break your hands."
"I am curious as to what sounds it will make." Kira flicked the chime a few times. None can hear it sound.
Luka expectation. "Does he recognize the ancient guardian?"
"Black witch luckiness with us as chaperones and guardians." Kira stands up beside Luka.
Going to Hairen's room, Kazuya's hands holding Hairen's doorknob intentionally to destroy it. But it's his grandfather's ryokan. He'll be losing allowance money and grandfather won't let him go easily. What's more remorseful?
Kazuya banged open the door rashly without knocking. The sunlight from the opened windows in the room is dazzling. Quickly, he put up his hand to cover his eyes. The sun's rays are blinding. The light is too strong. The sun's perceived color is the same as his color eyes. Bright pure golden yellow color.
Through finger gap, Hairen's panache wearing a black traditional kimono while eating satsuma is puissant and pulchritude.
Is he sitting at the table reading old paper scrollbooks? The history teacher and old paper scroll books?
They're a match made in heaven.
"Don't bother looking at something you won't able to read it. It wasted you the time of second."
The dearest student comes sitting down across from the dearest teacher at the table. "An old scroll?"
Hairen's eyes' full attention to Kazuya's eyes. "In your endless stupid dream?" The teacher couldn't be helped in being a tsundere jerk to his student. He could have the reasons but he failed to recognize them or rather he didn't want to acknowledge them.
"In one of the town libraries, grandfather brought me to. It's a long time ago, I don't remember it. The library has a lot of ancient books and scrolls like the one. It is an amazing scene to my eyes to see things from the past." Kazuya closes his eyes. The sleepiness in the middle talks about history. No mistaking on his behalf, speaking about the past easily dozed him off without realizing it.
"Your scores in subject matter are not compatible with the amazingness of those old scrolls and books you see." The teacher exhaled his breath.
"Don't be noisy, dear teacher." Kazuya tried to mitigate the rudeness in his sentence. "What's in it that you keep reading it so many times?"
Reading it so many times? The kid is unconscious of his sentences. Hairen couldn't help but he should play more. "A diary book from long ago. My little rendezvous scandalous time with my lover. How is the answer to your satisfaction?" Hairen gets up from the seat position. He feels numb after a long time.
"Why did you come? Me and my teaching subject will exhilarate your fever of not going to get better anytime soon."
Kazuya's dizziness could be better if the school got rid of historical subjects. "Help me with my homework."
"I am not obligated to teach you at home. Do the homework and study by yourself."
Kazuya could feel he was fed up to the back teeth. "I'm grateful your is idiosyncratic attempting me inveterate sleeping in your class," expressed Kazuya. He could have expected when chickens have teeth.