Caesar's Note

Dear Anonymous

Your (e/c) eyes snapped open and your heart was pounding like you had just run a marathon. The pearly colors that brightened up the room you were sleeping on shined with the sunlight that peered in through the small balcony to the left of the bed you were in. Throwing the sheets off, you groggily stumbled outside onto the balcony. 

You brought your hand up to your aching forehead and caressed it. Hold on, wasn't oil supposed to be drowning you with its stench and coating your body? Weren't you supposed to be at the bottom of a pit? Your arms were silky smooth and clean too. Upon closer inspection, you were in a nightgown. Someone had stripped and washed you. The mere thought of it sent shivers down your spine.

 That face came back to you. That man, Caesar Zeppeli, wasn't it? Anger welled up inside and you hit your fist on the stone rail. That name was on the stupid letter that got you into this mess. It was entirely his fault. He gets you stranded here and then puts you to sleep with yellow sparkles! The nerve of that guy!

The clicking of the door slowly swaying open made your head turn like a deer's. A sweet young lady in something like a relaxed maid's outfit opened the door. She smiled at the sight of your open eyes.

"Ah! You're awake! I brought you breakfast!" She hurriedly placed the big white plate holding eggs, bacon, and pancakes topped with butter and syrup on your nightstand. Your hand quickly wiped away drool that was hanging loosely from your mouth and before you knew it, the delicious taste of warm bacon was coating every part of your mouth with grease. You were gobbling down your food to assuage your mysteriously big appetite. It didn't even occur to you that the lady was combing your (H/c) hair out until you tried to take a sip of juice.

"Hmm?"

"Oh, scusami! My name is Suzie Q! Ms. Lisa Lisa's servant. I'm just combing your hair to get some tangles out!"

"Thank you for this...it's so good!" You shoveled a pile of eggs into your face.

"Haha! Thank you Ms..?"

"(Y/n), (Y/n) (L/n)." Relaxation set in in pure yet honey-like ecstasy as you stretched out your oddly stiff back. 

"Ms. (L/n), is it okay if I call you by that?" Suzie Q cleaned up your messy plate and set it aside for a moment. "I heard you were at the bottom of Hell Climb Pillar! What were you doing down there!?" She acted as if she had just received the news as she placed a hand over her mouth.

You explained everything to her. Your plan to join the military. The note. Waking up in oil. Caesar. The mere mention of his name made her cheeks blush.

"What...you like him?"

"Ahhhh! No no no, he's just...a bit dreamy." Suzie Q squealed and placed a hand on her soft cheek. "Which reminds me, Ms. Lisa Lisa wants a word with you. Here, just follow me!" Well, that would explain why she cleaned you up and combed your hair. 

The door shut behind you and you set your eyes on the woman in first of you. Sleek and long dark brown hair sat on feminine shoulders. Stern yet shining sky eyes were staring at you. Lisa Lisa opened her cherry red lips to speak. You quickly realized she was the boss of the whole operation.

"So, Ms. (L/n). How did you get here and how did you end up at the bottom of the pillar?"

"O-oh uhm, you wouldn't believe me if I told you." You sat down on the chair across from the smoking ma'am. She flicked a look at you clearly as the sky saying 'really? Try me.'

"I'm not from here...what year is it?"

"Where are you from?" Lisa Lisa ignored you which pissed you off.

"Hey. I said what year is it?" You snapped, completely forgetting the existence of manners.

"...1938. I think I'm catching on. Continue."

"In summary, I suppose I'm from the future. I read a note and it brought me here. I-," you were interrupted by the swinging and slamming of the door.

"Where's the pretty little lady?" Joseph blurted aloud through his odd looking mask while Suzie Q tried to pull him back. "Hmmmmm! Why didn't Caesar tell me he had a lady friend?! I'm offended, really!"

"Joseph, get out."  Lisa Lisa stood up about ready to kill the joyous punk. You took the moment of her distraction to slip away. You ran further and further up the stairs of the building until you were met by a golden colored door. Now, you can't just look at a mysterious golden door and not open it. 

A hand slowly and subconsciously pushed the golden blockade open. A big bed was laying against the blue pearly back wall with sunshine gleaming from the side as if the bed's contents were holy. You tiptoed over only to see the golden hair you saw before your eyes closed in the oily pit. Caesar looked beautifully angelic in his sleep. So peaceful, so...attractive. You wanted to strike your hand across his face for what he did. You raised a hand but hesitated.

"He climbed the entire pillar with you on his back, ya know..." the soft whispers of Suzie Q made you listen. You noticed her gaze of gentle pride that was on young Zeppeli. "Lisa Lisa and Joseph both told him to let you go for his own sake, but he refused. He said you were too important, though I don't think he even understood what he was saying," Suzie chuckled softly. "Once he got to the top, he went unconscious from overworking himself too hard and he hasn't woken up since. S-so, you be nice to him when he wakes up!" She tried to be bold and confident, but it was like watching a baby bunny squeak. 

"I will...I promise." A promise that was only meant to soothe her worry.

"Hmph." She left the room and shut the door. 

Curiousity got the best of you and caused you to slowly run a hand down his soft cheek. It was all warmth. You felt practically hot inside. Caesar saved your ass from death, you were in his eternal debt. Didn't take long for a certain (Y/n) to put on a new attitude of gratitude. 

His eyes opened. You jerked your hand back utterly embarrassed. It wasn't easy to hide the blush that had settled on your face.

"I-I'm sorry I didn't mean to- I was just- oh dammit I don't have an excuse! I'm really sorry!" Caesar sat up carefully still in his bedsheets with a cute smile on his tired looking face. He was softly chuckling as his body tried to wake him fully from long slumber.

"Don't worry...you're okay, bello. I uhm...that's right," he was so groggy he could hardly think. "I needed to talk to you. You uh, have my note, yes?" Caesar rubbed a tired eye.

"Y-yes...I think so." You reached into your pocket while pleading in your head that you had the note. It was sweet relief as you felt he slip of paper resting dry in your pocket. You handed it to him and gulped. He didn't open it.

"Hmmm, I see. Just so you know, I haven't written this note yet. Nor do I know what it says. But...I have this feeling...this ability I suppose you could say. It's...the past and future...they're in my hands...never mind. I'll try to keep us in a good mood." Caesar brightened up and patted the spot on his bed next to him. You accepted and sat down nervously. 

"So. Tell me a bit about yourself before we get to me. I'll explain everything I know later." He smiled and took off his headband, freeing his shiny, wet, golden, hair.

"Well for starters, sexy blondes really turn me on..."you mumbled almost inaudibly.

"Really? I'll keep that one in mind," he chuckled aloud. All you could do is stare in utter embarrassment. You were furious at your painfully honest tongue for saying something like that. How did he even hear that? You gave a fake laugh of 'I want I die now'.

"Anyways...my name is (Y/n). I'm 18 and I have no idea where I am or what's going on."