To The Moon, For You. [BL | TIWSON/POR]

2. Earth Ready.

Por woke up the next day feeling a tiny ache in his neck.

Por thought to himself "I must have slept badly."

He tried moving his neck from right to left but shrieked at the pain it brought just by moving it. The pain felt like little needles constantly jabbing him from the inside. He looked out of his window. It's bright out today, a change from how gloomy everything usually is. A perfect day for a picnic. Then he remembered, today is the day of the mission. Before he had any time to react, he heard a knock on his door. He sat on his bed, trying to ignore the sound. The knocking gets more persistent and he realised that he had no choice. It is time that he left for the mission.

He shouted "Give me 2 minutes. I will be with you."

The knocking stopped and he quickly brushed his teeth and gets changed. They have given him a special outfit for his mission. They call it a T-shirt, cardigan and jeans. He looked at the outfit slightly fascinated by how different they all were. He puts them on gingerly worried that he would wear them wrongly. He looked in the mirror and was pleasantly surprised at how good he looked in all of them. The knocking started again. He rolled his eyes and shouted

"Can't you give the boy a break?"

He walked to open the door and there stood Nat. Today, he wore his pastel blue spacesuit. The spacesuit that he only wore for special occasions. Por stared at him and before he could stop himself, he muttered

"You look so handsome."

Nat tilted his head trying to make out what Por had said. Por noticed the confusion on his face and stopped himself. He shook his head and said

"Nothing. Just morning chatters."

Nat laughed and Por couldn't help but laugh along.

"I am here to escort you to the mission control."

"But I thought you said it's a busy day at the office?"

"I found time. Shall we?"

He held on to Por's wrist and drags him along. Por blushed and turned his head away worried that Nat would notice how coy he has become. Por felt Nat's strong fingers around his wrist. Yet, the grip was gentle, his hands soft. Por was hoping that this moment would last forever. But when he looked up, he was at mission control and there stood an officer ready to give him his brief. Por lets go of Nat and gives him a gentle push. He whispered in his ear

"Have fun."

He then took a step back and there Por stood alone, with the officer that towered over him. He puts his hands by his side to signal that he is ready for instructions to be given to him.

"Por. Serial number 154652. Am I right?"

"Yes, sir."

"I will now be briefing you on this mission. Ask any questions if you do not understand."

"Yes, sir."

"You are on a mission to planet Earth. On this mission, you must find a person named Tiwson Sophonpatima. His friends call him Tiw. We know he is a final-year university student and lives alone. Find out everything you can about him. When you have enough information, we would send an agent to bring you back. Do you understand?"

"Yes, sir."

"Here is a photo of him for your reference when you are on Earth."

Por reaches out his hand and takes the photo. Tiwson has slightly wavy hair, big eyes and a radiant smile. He has chocolate-coloured skin. Por puts the photo in his pocket and then looks at the officer again. The officer speaks

"Any questions?"

"What if I fail the mission?"

The officer seemed a little stumped by the question and stared at him with big bulging eyes. He then said after a moment of silence.

"No one here ever fails a mission. So don't you dare fail. If you do fail, you would have to be exiled."

Por turned around and saw Nat burying his face into his hands. He must have accidentally asked a very peculiar question to have everyone react the way they did. Por turned his face back to the officer and with the most assuring voice he could muster he said

"Yes, sir."