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Relic Keepers: Awakening of the Red Lily (Chapter 9) - Original Fiction
AN: Slightly early update this week. It was nice having Eishirou and Zayne talk without the life-or-death situation :’D Anyway, hope you enjoy~
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Chapter 9:
The familiar buzzing sound of his communicator pulled Eishirou from his sleep. He managed to peel open an eye to blearily stare at his bedside table where said communicator sat. Since he was lying on his stomach, he reached out to fumble with the communicator. Thankfully, it wasn’t a tele-call, but rather a text message.
It took him a moment for his eyes to adjust to full consciousness before he could successfully read the message.
It was just from Jacob, telling him to take the day off and if possible, to give him a quick report of what had happened when they were separated yesterday.
He lowered his communicator and looked over at the bed on the other side of the room. Zayne was still asleep, on his back with one arm lying across his stomach as the other was under his pillow under his head. He looked quite comfortable.
Man, yesterday really happened, didn’t it?
He met his new roommate who was an Elite, whom happened to be part of the Team 3 on a guarding assignment. The same one Eishirou himself was on. Ambushed by ShadowDwellers. Separated from his team because of an underground ambush with only Zayne as his companion. Protected effortlessly by Zayne who made no complaints about his new assignment.
Then the discovery of underground tunnels. Cave paintings. Underground chamber. Ancient mosaic.
Finally, a giant centipede ShadowDweller chasing them mercilessly through the forest. And then a seemingly losing battle being won at the last second.
…Lying here in his bed, it now felt as if yesterday was nothing but a dream.
But the mild aches and pains in his back and legs told him otherwise.
While he had the day off, Eishirou still felt the urge to get up out of bed and do something. He might as well work on that report. Do something quiet while Zayne continued to sleep. He worked harder than Eishirou had, so he must be tired.
So, being mindful, he slipped out of bed and grabbed a set of clothes to wear. He ducked into the bathroom to get dressed and to freshen himself up with a quick shower. As he fell over him, he moved on autopilot as he mulled over in his head what he needed to add to the assignment and incident report. A lot of things happened in a few hours. He didn’t want to forget anything. Thankfully, he had some photos
When he was done and dressed, he stepped out of the bathroom and immediately looked for his tablet. And when he found it, he flopped himself down onto his bed, his back against the wall, and propped the tablet on his knees.
Since the report was for Jacob, Eishirou didn’t need to be too formal. He could ramble as much as he wanted or needed. If there were any confusion, Prof would just ring him for confirmation. No biggie.
He had just attached the photos to the report when he heard a soft grunt come from Zayne’s side of the room. He raised his head in time to watch as Zayne giving another grunt as he raised his arms over his head in a prolonged stretch.
“Hey,” Eishirou greeted as Zayne flopped back down onto the bed and rolled his head in his direction. “How you feeling?”
Zayne didn’t answer immediately. He took a moment to assess himself. “Not as bad as I thought. Only minor aches and pains.”
That was a relief.
Zayne’s communicator suddenly buzzed, prompting the Elite to lazily reach for it at his bedside table. He picked it up and held it high in front of his face as he read the screen.
“Sweet. Got the day off.”
Eishirou pressed send on his report. “Me, too. Just finished sending Prof a quick report. Want me to send one to Ernesta, too?”
“That would be great,” Zayne replied with sincere gratitude as he hefted himself to sit up. “I can’t stand those things. Too formal and stiff.”
That was true. Some Professors were really strict in how their reports were written. Thankfully, Jacob wasn’t one of them. He didn’t even mind a bit of swearing in the report.
Though, he had better give his report a second look since he was sending it to Ernesta, too. Sure, she wasn’t a Professor. But he had to be somewhat coherent. Some of the things he had written may only be truly understood from a Passive or Chronicler’s point of view.
Re-reading the report reminded him once again at the lengths Zayne went through to protect him. First mission. First time out in the field together.
Everything he did felt so…effortless. And despite how many times that Eishirou had found himself embarrassed, blushing like an idiot, he felt comfortable and safe around Zayne. He trusted him. Knew he could rely on him.
And he had only just met the guy.
Though, it honestly felt as if he had known him for ages.
He remembered Jacob saying something years ago. Something about there being people who you just click with, while others take time to warm up to. And there were those who will rub you the wrong way no matter what.
Zayne was clearly someone he just clicked with. Someone who was on the same wavelength as him, as it were.
Eishirou sent the report to Ernesta and set his tablet aside on the bed next to him. He then looked over at the other bed in the room. “Zayne?”
Zayne sat on the edge of his bed, likely summoning up the motivation to get up and get dressed. “Yeah?”
“Thank you.”
“Eh?”
“For protecting me yesterday,” Eishirou explained. “You…really went above and beyond, you know?”
Zayne stared at him silently for a moment. His expression was unreadable. Not stoic. Contemplative in a way.
“Nah,” he finally said in a dismissive manner as he ran a hand through his blue hair, equally nonchalant. “I did what was right. If it happened again, I’d do the same.” He heaved himself to his feet and gave a friendly half-grin. “I guess I should thank you for healing me, yeah?”
It was Eishirou’s turn to simply look at the Elite. It was unusual for an Elite to show him some form of gratitude for healing them.
Asking questions. Showing interest in the expedition. Dismissive of gratitude. Zayne was…a strange person.
Eishirou closed his eyes and smiled to himself.
But he liked him.
“…Well, I only did what was right,” he returned as he opened his eyes.
Zayne made a noise that was similar to a half chuckle as he stretched his arms over his head. “That means we’re even.”
Eishirou tilted his head to the side. “You’re taking everything really well.”
He snorted lightly as he reached into a bag at the foot of his bed and grabbed a set of clothes. “How else should I take it? It wasn’t like you did anything wrong. You didn’t open the chest. You didn’t summon those ShadowDwellers.”
Well, that was true…
Zayne abruptly turned his back toward him as he headed toward the bathroom. Before he entered the small room, however, he paused. Didn’t turn toward him, but kept his back toward him. What he said next, however, was definitely directed toward him.
“Besides, you handled yourself pretty well yourself. You weren’t difficult to protect, you know?”
Before Eishirou could even attempt to form some kind of response, Zayne slipped into the bathroom and closed the door behind him.
Eishirou stared at the door for longer than he would have liked. He was honestly surprised by what Zayne had said. It took him a moment or two for the words to fully register in his head. When they did, Eishirou was surprised again by how…relieved he felt. He hadn’t realised that he held a sense guilt for what had happened.
He had put Zayne through a lot. None of it was intentional. Things got hairy. Zayne had to resort to some extreme measures to protect him. Even so, it was reassuring to know that he didn’t hold any resentment toward him.
Eishirou was pulled from his musings when the bathroom door opened and Zayne reappeared, dressed casually in a pair of black jeans and…without a shirt.
He couldn’t help but stare.
Loose black jeans tied with a belt hung low on Zayne’s hips, where the hint of the band of his underwear was also visible. His hipbones were visible, too, sleek and taut. But it wasn’t that that had Eishirou’s attention; it was the toned, well defined six-pack and rock-solid chest that caught his eye.
Muscular, but not overly so. Toned, taut, and powerful. His mocha coloured skin looked flawless, amplifying each powerful muscle. He moved purposely, yet effortlessly. His muscles rippling smoothly under his taut skin.
There was a subtle grace to him. He moved like, well, like a natural predator. Strong, talented…protective.
For some reason, for some inexplicable reason, Eishirou uttered a small squeak or surprise. And abruptly hid his face behind his tablet. His face felt uncomfortably hot, as did his chest. His heart raced and he felt an unfamiliar fluttering feeling in his stomach.
Zayne was…hot. There was no denying that.
“Forgot a shirt,” Zayne explained idly, carelessly, seemingly completely oblivious to Eishirou’s reaction.
Eishirou didn’t trust his voice to verbally respond, so nodded his head. Skittishly, probably. And tried to concentrate on staring at the blank screen of his tablet.
H-he hoped that he didn’t forget it too often. Eishirou wasn’t sure he could stand it!
“Man, I’m starving,” Zayne announced a moment later in a somewhat disgruntled manner as he pulled the red shirt over his chest, hiding his tone abdomen. “I didn’t get my dinner last night.”
Now that he mentioned it, Eishirou was actually pretty hungry himself. “We missed breakfast, too,” he managed to respond without stuttering. “How about we head out for food? We have the day off, after all.”
A-and, well, he did promise to take him to an all you can eat after what happened yesterday.
That brought a grin to Zayne’s lips. “Sounds good.”
With the decision made, Eishirou slipped off his bed to put his shoes on. He grabbed his tablet and communicator, and dropped it into his shoulder bag. He took his bag with him everywhere, so it was simply habit to grab it.
Grateful that he now had something to do, they chatted aimlessly as they left their dorm and made their way outside.
He knew the best place to take Zayne. It was a quaint little place that Jacob would take his crew to celebrate a successful expedition. While yesterday couldn’t be rightfully tagged as successful, any expedition that you walked away from was an accomplishment.
“There’s a great place not too far from campus,” Eishirou explained as they jumped on a shuttlebus that would take them outside of the academy. “Overlooks the city and has an amazing all-you-can-eat breakfast buffet that lasts basically until lunchtime.”
Zayne looked genuinely pumped to hear that. “Aw, yes,” he uttered with a grin as they took a seat together. “Now you’re talking.”
Ah, he was fond of his food, huh? That was kinda cute.
When they arrived at the cafe, there was still a line of patrons waiting to be seated. Thankfully, it wasn’t very long. And they were soon paying for entry and led into the restaurant by a waiter.
Zayne whistled lowly, quite impressed as he looked over at the buffet. “Looks great. If the food is as delicious as it looks, I’ll be coming here more often!”
Eishirou chuckled into his hand. Zayne was really excited now. That was also kinda cute.
They were sat at a small table next to an open bay window that offered a great view of the city. And the sea beyond.
Though, Zayne wasn’t interested in the view. He was soon inspecting the buffet tables and already gathering his food.
Eishirou had about two plates before he reached his limit. Zayne, on the other hand, powered onwards after plate after plate. Large plates, mind you. And not a single scrap was left behind.
“Wow, you must have a second stomach,” Eishirou commented as he rested his elbows on the table and leaned his chin in the palm of his hand. “I’m impressed.”
Zayne leaned back into his chair, clearly unbothered by his comment. “I said I was starving. Besides, Elites need a lot of food to maintain ourselves.”
“Oh?” That made sense. “Or is that just an excuse?”
Zayne threw his head back slightly as he uttered a short laugh. “You got me. I eat like a horse honestly. Always have.”
“I tend not to eat too much,” Eishirou commented and gave a short shrug. “Though, it’s because sometimes I forget to eat.”
“Forget to eat?” Zayne sounded sceptical.
He obviously had little interaction with researchers and Chroniclers. Surviving on coffee and eating whatever someone else shoved down their throats was a fairly common practice.
“Getting too caught up in my work,” Eishirou explained.
Zayne tilted his head to the side. “What else do you do?”
Eishirou honestly had to take a moment to think. “Hm. I work in communications, too. Or specifically, I work as a Chronicler, just ensuring that information is true and hasn’t been tampered with. I’m studying more of being a front-line medic. And of course, I help out in expeditions or the study of relics whenever the opportunity arises.”
“Man.” Zayne sounded torn between being impressed and somewhat worried. “You’re a workaholic.”
Well, Eishirou couldn’t really deny that. He was surrounded by workaholics, so what chance did he have?
“Probably.” He shrugged again. “What about you?”
Zayne dangled his arm over the back of his chair. “Battling ShadowDwellers are any given opportunity. And training to battle ShadowDwellers at any given opportunity. I’m attending classes on how to recognise the different characteristics of ShadowDwellers, but that’s all hearsay and speculation.”
True. ShadowDwellers literally disappeared after being defeated, so it wasn’t like scientists could do an autopsy on them. They rely mostly on recordings and testimonies from Elites or other witnesses.
“You and Professor Chryses seem close,” Zayne suddenly commented. “Related?”
“Godfather.”
Realisation and acceptance flickered across Zayne’s face. “Ah.”
“I was raised in the Academy, basically,” Eishirou explained further. “Been helping with research projects since I could read.”
Though, yesterday was the first time he had to deal with ShadowDwellers so closely.
A flicker of colour from the corner of his eye caused Eishirou to turned toward the window and gaze out toward the cityscape and the blue sea that stretched out beyond the eye could see.
His world had centred almost entirely upon the academy and the life within. He was so used to the Academy Hierarchy and the rules that it contained, that he had actually forgotten that not everyone who resided within the city were classed as Indigo Children.
One would think that after the Bombardment and the discovery of mana, that all who were born after the event would be classed as Indigo Children. And yet, there were those who do not possess an ounce of mana. Unable to wield it in such a way that Passives and Elites could. Thus, unable to enter or participate within the academy.
Those lacking mana, or Normies as many referred to them as (though Eishirou liked to refer to them as People regardless), resided within different parts of the city. Working in various jobs around the city. Careers that did not depend on the use of mana. Such as customer service, cleaning, and farming. Critical, some would say mundane tasks to keep a city running.
There was no one true theory as to why some were born with active or passive mana abilities, or why some were born without. Honestly, Eishirou wasn’t entirely sure whether it was possible for a Normie to learn to harness the power of mana. He never thought to ask. He should look into it at some point. Just out of curiosity.
Despite having depended on such a powerful energy source for literal centuries, there was so much that was unknown. So much that he, himself, simply didn’t know or understand.
He wasn’t entirely fond of the idea of simply leaving something as a mystery. But what choice did he have for now? Maybe one day there would be a breakthrough within the field of Indigo Children.
Although, he also couldn’t help but wonder why it was that many Elites seemed to loathe Passives when there were those who couldn’t even wield mana. Not that Eishirou wanted the Elites to turn their distain toward others, but he just couldn’t help but wonder.
Was it because Passives could use mana, but not in the way that Elites could, thus making them ‘waste’ mana that would be better used elsewhere?
“Speaking of projects, where did that runestone go?” Zayne asked another question out of the blue, pulling Eishirou from his inner musings.
His curiosity made sense, though. He expressed interest yesterday. And it would be nice to know that all their efforts yesterday weren’t for naught.
“To the museum,” Eishirou answered. “Prof works there and I do occasionally. When I’m helping with a project.”
Zayne perked up. “Museum? I’d like to see that.”
Eishirou tilted his head to the side. “Well, why not now? It’s not far.”
Zayne blinked, somewhat surprised by the offer. He soon smiled, however, and nodded his head. “Sure, sounds good.”
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