Awakening of the Inferno

Chapter 5 - Unchanging 5

Airoterp.

Risse residence.

Slumbering in sheets dyed red, his bony arm draped out reaching to the floor with long fingers.

Traces of a red dust wordlessly slid off atop his back.

The sun already reaching a point at the sky which induced the environment to be illuminated without fail caused an irritable occurrence. Towards active levels of luminescence and steadily rising waves of heat, the countless residents of the city would begin at a hustle and bustle.

However, he on the bed found such movement a bother, even if not said verbally.

A steady light protruded a glass window next to the bed.

Evidently, his passionate rest was set to be eroded from the beginning. Towards bedside, an alarm clock strike at 6:50 A.M. 

At immediate notice, the alarm clock mercilessly rang as he became aware of an interrupting vibration echoing from the background. Drawing aggression from the very start, he assimilated a sphere of flames which gathered light.

Whilst on the bed, he became furious at each passing second and fired unimpeded at an annoying object generating an unpleasant experience.

His aiming capacity was dead-on. 

As such, the irritating device ventured away from the explosion to the centre of the room. For a few more fleeting seconds, the annoying thing went dead silent, but would unfortunately come back with fury, hence loudly releasing a nerve-wracking sequence of tones.

Perhaps, a more direct approach was required. The soles of the feet touched the floor. No other choice but to deal with it head-on, whilst enveloping his right foot in flames.

He would lessen the distance between himself and the persistent thing and held it. 

Apparent flames sprouted to coat a portion of his right foot from the knee toward the sole. Through a single suitable intake of air as if in preparation of an athletic event, the lad unleashed the alarm clock into the air and suddenly foot met metal.

He kicked the clock out the window. Slight surges of air ravaged the curtains.

A calm silence scattered about.

A room filled to the brim with animated movie posters, to display cases of well-placed figurines. For an average male entering their 20’s, they would have a somewhat collection but all that was pale in comparison to this collection. 

***

Afterward, Inoyva mounted the hound, making way on to a predetermined destination. 

It was a peculiar season. With spring grasping the surroundings, the inhabitants were also influenced by it. However, out of all things which were painstakingly awaited for, the Knight candidate introduction would commence in a few hours.  

Upon arriving, the warm breeze which sweeps away at leaves at the ground and moves the ocean waves, blew at the awaiting damsel within his sights. Inoyva suddenly became mesmerized by her black and green hair fluttering, her unyielding expression at the wind and adorning the color of her eyes was the same emerald green. 

Inoyva, with his tall self set foot onto the bridge where Cai awaited on. 

Being a tad bit late, he would have to worm my way into her good books again, only to find Cai immersed in a foul mood. As she was also encased in the same pattern of garments, the difference being that of only a female version, it was the red uniform of Irisdescent.

“Morning… I know that I didn’t arrive at the exact time. But, I have good reason.” 

He said with traces of nervousness in my voice.                                                                                                             

“Let’s hear it, then.”   

“Well… I thought you weren’t going to ask, so I didn’t prepare one.”

Cai focused her gaze, feeling dumbfounded.

“Tardiness disgusts me.”

Of course, it does.                                                                                                                                 

Cai began glaring right into Inoyva’s soul as if she was imagining aiming for the neck. 

Her gaze held many meanings, the most apparent, annoyance. 

Even so, wallowing in the past would never change the events that already occurred. 

She sighed inwardly and lessened the heavy levels of irritation encircling. 

Cai walked a few paces, trailing off to the other side of the bridge.

She pulled out a piece of paper and looked to him when Inoyva asked, “So, did you get it?”

Inoyva calmly stepped forward in the same direction, noticing a piece of paper, “Yeah. I get that you want to be fit, but is this alright?”

To Inoyva’s side, Alka was eager for attention, lifting up its snout. Inoyva casually gestured long fingers into the hound’s mouth, emanating a familiar scent. Despite calling out to him, he gazed upon an adorable sight. 

The hound panting would wag its tail from back and forth.

Cai detected a sudden flash of light from Alka. Noticing that Alka fulfilled its task, that being transporting its master to a predetermined destination, he initiated the same transportation method as before in order for Alka to return back from where it came.

The ground where the hound stood on revealed a formation of light once more and was covered to ultimately return to its origins with a slight hurl of wind.   

“Yeah, it’ll serve a greater purpose than you think.” 

He said with a dreamy happiness.

As a point that was somewhat a rendezvous point, the bridge served as a place for the two of them to meet. Their plans were to be carried out with haste, it would seem. However before everything, having walked a few paces in front the lad, Inoyva advanced fast and grabbed hold of Cai by the arm.

Following a tug of the sleeve, Inoyva gripped at her arm, pulling her closer to his body.

The action and motion Inoyva partook in, was swift, to the point of passing in a moment’s notice.

Inoyva drew the maiden closer, evidently invoking his crouch to point towards her sublime and alluring hips. Unclear of the initiated gesture, despite one thing being clear, their faces were too close to each other. 

The lad intertwined his arms around the maiden, exuberantly turning her head to face his.

However that being his intention, that feeling was not recuperated at that time.

“There’s something hard touching me.”

“That’s just your imagination.” 

An expressionless visibly not alarmed of a peculiar position, Cai jotted what sensation gesturing a girth of unbridled presence behind as the lad’s hot breath scattered upon the back of her neck.

The maiden softly parted skinship by nudging him a short distance with a gentle shove from both arms. Even after the advancement, the air around them hadn’t yet cleared for some reason and they kept warm expressions. 

Inoyva noticed her eyes pointing towards him and her cheeks molting of redness.

Cai turned the other way, amidst Inoyva’s ensorcelled self.