Love is a serious mental disease ~ Plato
It had been about two weeks since we settled in, the days were warm and sunny, the weather was fair with playful gales weaving their ways through the trees. The skies, a rosy peach as if they were beckoning to a busy lover's attention. The flowers all lovely colors complimenting the grass which waved in unison like fans at a concert and the bees buzzing about in a rhythmical fashion creating a melody, a poetic song for the youthful heart. All this in it's glory meant nothing more than a vague allegory, a picture in black and white. Without her, the color in the rainbow, the director to the choir the harmony in the symphony, my Rekab, it wouldn't have been half as noticeable.
"Daydream much," Dean woke me from my trance as the gang caught up to me in our morning training routine.
"How could he not, the man is clearly under a love spell, " Ban remorsed mockingly.
Then came Onit, "Unrivalled not even by the shadow in obsession. His illness is beyond treatment."
"Obsessed! Of course I'm obsessed with her no heterosexual man is his right mind wouldn't be, " a remark escaped my mouth. Honestly, it was them that needed treatment... and other stuff that they do to ill people.
In all honesty training was gruesome and often life endangering but what made me bear through it all was the single thought of those five minutes I'd get in the lobby with my new favourite female. This pattern had been going on for quite a while and I could tell that she was showing some interest. Sad to say as gifted as I was in all things intellectual love was uncharted territory and I feared the natives who dwelt in it. What seemed to give me confidence was my competitor Sai, his interference left me skeptical and I wasn't sure whether to see him as a threat or the friendly puppy who sits on the mistress' lap.
I decided to go over to where her team was training for a change and start a conversation.
My adrenaline shot up, and I soon came into a feeling I had for a while forgotten, fear. The situation turned and soon the choice slipped out of my hands as my friends shoved me calling out to get her attention.
"Hey Rekab," I stuttered as my voice like a suffocated flame slowly died away, "are you busy right now or should I come back another day. "
"Get lost, "one of her teammates glared at me, "she's busy, "he hissed.
Panicking I froze in place and shifted my attention to Rekab which was unfortunately translated as a challenging disapproval. People always said I looked cool in conflict, all I did was hope they were right.
"I said we're busy, " the punk edged on as he rose to look me straight in the eyes. I glared back as rage and embarrassment started making some form of chemistry inside me
"It's fine I'm done for today, " she replied to him and she unrolled my fist and motioned to me to take a walk. "
"Well did you get a kiss or anything, " Ban exclaimed, interrupting my short story.
"Too soon bro, but she did ask me to help her with this quest which we'll go on just the two of us, " I boasted and everyone tired of this particular topic wished me luck and dispersed, even grim Onit showed some form of approval, weird.