"Welcome! Welcome!!" Master Yonda's spread arms were visible from the foot of the door to his chamber amidst the flurry of activities going on. Trays with different sizes of covers were neatly placed on the palms of the workers, some carried jars of wine and others simply rearranged the order in which ornaments beautified the room. A lot of crossing feet and high-held heads on clinking heels and heavy boots passed by and across. "Take your seats, please… Jiro! The Commander, Oz, please, please, come forward, come. Where are the students? Well? Join in!" He called on everybody to the table. "I know I didn't see everybody before going but we should be more than this… commander?" Master Yonda counted each person with a glance. Kokohashi sighed, "Yes. Uh, it is…" "Don't bother," Master Yonda held his hand up. "This time is for celebration of your return. We shall do the celebration of those that didn't as well, but for now, open your plates and please, enjoy your meals." Master Yonda
The day began with a knock sounding far away in his head. An uninvited guest showed up at the wrong time, because this was definitely a wrong time. He tossed on his bed, drowning the knock that got louder… and louder with his pillow, a failed attempt at stopping the ache. His face buried into the soft foam that massaged his sleepy eyes and ringing head. He clawed on the bed with his toe nails in frustration. "Aargh!" He vented his anger to the walls of his room as he was forced out of bed with the persistent headache he felt. His face contorted into a frown as he tasted his breath, "Oh, no."He got up from his bed dragging his head along with him. The reflection of drool down the edges of his mouth stared at him. He stared back with confusion written over the lines drawn up on his face. He scrubbed his mouth again, "Why has it not come off? Oh boy!" He scrunched his face, oxygen forcing his nostrils to stay open despite the foul smell."That is the mirror, fool!" The door slammed c
"As I mentioned earlier, I was conversing with Zoa when she brought up a discussion you had with her. I have come to realize that I may have been overly preoccupied with possessing knowledge of its significance to the point where I could not stop my mind from thinking about it."Jiro's expression turned somber with apprehension.Kakashi failed to remember a discussion of such magnitude, "What discussion would that be?""She mentioned that you spoke with her about a sibling, "Jiro's words were sharp Kakashi swallowed the lump that formed in his throat. "I apologize, alright? It is challenging to conceal certain truths. The burden of secrecy weighs heavily on my mind, to the point where the lines between my hidden truths blur. I regret that I must conceal so much from those closest to me, my friends!""Secret?"Jiro inclined his head as he attempted to comprehend the page they were both on, "It is not a secret matter that I had a strong affection for Jun. I simply do not approve of the f
Kakashi's mind whirled, caught in the vortex of swirling thoughts that engulfed him following his conversation with Tanya. What did she mean by her cryptic words? He strode purposefully, determined to unravel the events of the previous night.How will you do it? I don’t know, but I know I will. If I can have my body dodge things without even knowing, then I should be able to remember things I have done, and last night is a pretty favorable time frame. Yeah? But then…but then nothing! I can find out and I will… Kakashi stared into the mirror, reflecting his thoughts in a determined moment to find answers. He swung the door open, leaving his room for somewhere, anywhere. “Hey, what are you doing here?” Kakashi came to a halt in his descent down the staircase.“People seem to care a lot about me now. I do not have any likeness for such popularity in the public eye,” Suke responded, he rested one hand on the edge. Kakashi jumped each stair toward Suke, “What did you think was going to h
Kakashi jerked awake. His breath up and down a hill of his dream world.The fun of yesterday had been marred by the discussions he picked up from the commander and his brother. But why did he dream of Jay again?He hated the visions now — how his memory played tricks on his mind."I never thought there would be a day I wished to lose my memories," he whispered under his steadying breath.He flipped the sheets over his body, turning to get hold of himself. It took a minute of soul-searching on the comfort of the edge of his bed for his feet to follow the direction of his heart. He stretched his arms yawning, his eyes stung from the drop of cold worries that hung up his face."Mm," he grunted rubbing his eyes while staggering ahead. He stopped in front of the mirror, staring into his groggy, red eyes. Did he just—? He leaned forward to be sure his eyes didn't play tricks on him. "Okay, that is— aah!" Kakashi jumped back, his heartbeat pounding against his chest. The red figure with h
The door crashed into its walls, forcing the sleepy eyes of Kakashi wide open. “What is going on?” he whispered, stifling his yawn. “Why do you look like that?” Kakashi bent his head, what does he mean? His face frowned into a quizzical gaze. “What do you mean? And why are you in my room so early?” Daichi fell into Jay’s bed, “I know you don’t read. Why is that book open?” “What makes you think I don’t read? And again, what are you doing here? What time is it?” He sent his belongings flying and crashing on the floor, where is this darn watch? “It is not early but you definitely look like you need some sleep, and don’t even think of using the open book as an excuse for your tired looks.” Well, I can’t tell him what I heard now, can I? “What?” Kakashi hesitated. “What?” “You look like you have something to say. What is it?” Daichi squinted his eyes, fixing his questioning gaze at Kakashi. Kakashi’s lashes flapped, his words were held back. “Um… I--I didn’t have anything to sa
"Haha, this is beautiful." Master Yonda grinned. The flowers stood tall like a beautiful tree of different colours. He walked around it, shutting his eyes and sniffing the air. "Ahhhh…" his head shook and his lips curved into a bright smile. Almost in contention with the beautiful flowers moulded up."You take this very personal, I can see." The Emperor strolled behind Master Yonda, his arms crossed behind his back. "I have a lot of things I came here for you know." He continued."Really? I wondered why you came here." Master Yonda responded."Why? I can't come to celebrate with my dearest friend again?""Of course you can. You know what I mean.""Haha, I do, I do. It is right that my presence is rather surprising, but I assure you, I look forward to this event the same way you do, my friend."Master Yonda stopped, "Is that so?"The emperor played with his beards, a solemn smile curved up his lips. "More than you can believe.""A-ha, how's your wife?""She is fine. She is very fine."
"Okay… I need to talk to you, and I can't do that here." Oz replied, looking around. "Why? You think I have done something wrong too?" Oz's face scrunched up, "What?" "What do you want to talk to me about?" "Like I said, we can't do it here, follow me." Oz walked ahead. Kakashi stared into the back of Oz's head. Oz glanced back. "Hey!" He called out to Kakashi, "Let us go, come on." It can't be any worse. Kakashi marched behind Oz to an open chamber. The quickness of his steps faded as he entered. The huge shelf that stored books was hard not to see. "Where is this?" "My room. Well, for now." Kakashi frowned. "I need to tell you something, it is very important. I thi—I think Master Yonda, has made a grave mistake. A mistake that might bring the end of the world.""What do you mean?" Kakashi's heart beat faster, is he going to talk about the demon? Perked up, his ears itched for more reason to Oz's concern. "The demon…" Oh, no. "Are you listening?" Kakashi moved back. "What