Misora

Chapter 10

Vincent slept peacefully in his bed after the court. The potion made him exhausted. As Vincent eyes slowly opened up, the window was next to him. But, normally when he wakes up, the sunlight hits his face. This time it wasn't. It was dark out, and windy.

'How long was I out?' Vincent thought, sitting up.

'What happened after the court? My god, why can't I remember?'

He looked around with his blurry vision. On a stool, there was a pile of small clothes. Vincent stepped out of the warm bed, his socks touching the cold ground.   He stands up and walks to the stool.

There was a little yellow note on top of the clothes. It was written in a small nice writing.

'Your bath is ready,'

Vincent picked up his clothes. 'Where was the bathroom?' He wondered looking around his room. On his left side, huge doors were in front of him.

'This must be the bathroom,' He opens the door, slowly and gently. Vincent was correct, it was the bathroom. It was massive, very luxury. The bathroom walls were white, adding some gold around. The bathroom floor was white.

A tub was filled with warm water.

After a warm bath, he put on his new clothes. Honestly, Vincent is glad putting some new clothes on. He had a gray long sleeve shirt, with some big cozy pants.

A moment later, Vincent stomach growled. He rubbed his hand on his stomach. 'Should I stay here and wait until someone comes in? Or should I just go?' He puts on his shoes, but noticed that his shoes were clean and shiny.

'Someone must've clean them for me,' Vincent stares at his shoes. His stomach growled once again. Instead of sitting around, he wanted to look for somebody. He opens the door that leads him into the hallways.

He peeks his head out of the door, looking around. It was quiet, the hallways were light up, and no one was in the hallways. He opens the door, leaving it slightly open. Vincent walks around the hallways, looking for the kitchen. It might take awhile for Vincent since the place was massive. There were many colorful painting in the wall, but he see them clearly.

After walking for awhile, Vincent felt like he wasn't going anywhere, only walking around in circles. He then heard laughters in a room.

The door was wide open, Vincent looked inside. There were two blurry people, one of them were flying as the other one sat on a sofa.

The laughing stopped, their heads turning towards Vincent. "I-I'm sorry, I didn't mean to interrupt." He says, "Oh, it's alright. Come in," A male sound said back. Vincent slowly walked towards them, "Don't just stand there, sit next to me." He patted the sofa next to him. Vincent sat down, staring at the teal carpet.

"It's nice to see that my old clothes fit you. I was worried it wouldn't fit," He says, Vincent looked up at the man. He knows him, it was Eric. "Thank you, for the clothes, and sleeping in your room." Vincent spoke, pausing in between the sentences.

Eric smiles, "Right, my wife broke your glasses. In my opinion, it was very unnecessary. She was in a heat of moment."

Vincent nodded, "I can't really see well without them," Eric closes his book, placing it on a table. "I'll come back, I need to give Vincent something. Misora, talk with him. Get to know him, it'll take a minute."