Chasing Elysian

19. Aristocratic Setting

Rosanna's P. O. V:

As Kairos activated the teleportation portal, I hastened my way towards him.

Ignoring the odd look from Natalie and Naiyah who watched from afar.

Kairos, as usual, placed his hand on my back. But brought his hand further down my waist and I hoped, really hoped it was just to help me. And not seduction. Because it really did seem like one.

There was a kind of sensuality I felt with Kairos. Definitely wasn't lust driven but most assuredly, intimate.

Like a soul I've longed known and like the last jigsaw puzzle to complete my being. It was thrilling and endearing. Nonetheless, unfamiliar.

Kairos and I stepped through the portal and the familiar effects engulfed me. But luckily, Kairos' grip on my waist stayed firm and I strategically leaned on his left chest.

I breathed out, stabilizing my strength as the effects faded and my stability was restored.

"Natalie." Kairos called out. And I stiffened in his hold.

Moving away slowly, I directed my sight to that of the beautiful hazel eyes glaring at me.

Oh, oh, daym.

"Pair up with Berry Cane. And you, Rosanna, pair up with Sharon."

Yay! That's the best pairing I could possibly get.

Nodding my head, I walked over to Sharon who was doing warm ups.

"Hey, Sharon." I called out.

"Ah! Rosa! How are you?" She asked, her pink hair bouncing in a cute way due to the exercise.

"Chill," I responded. "Sorry I wasn't able to meet up with you in the dining hall. I had things piling up and it slipped my mind."

"Oh okay. No problem, Rosa." Sharon grinned and gave me a thumbs up.

Truly a cute girl. Alas, I thought Aniysa was. But she's a brute. Just where did I adopt that girlfriend from?

But I definitely like Aniysa a lot... Something I'd never let that dork know. Hmph.

While I was about to continue our conversation, I heard Kairos' dreadful whistle.

I paled visibly and Sharon grimaced. The horror story of Class 33A Upsilon showed it's ugly head. Kairos' whistle.

I call it the sound of doom. Or more creatively, by Sharon, melody of anguish.

Sharon and I dragged our bodies to drop our vials near Kairos. In the open boxes that had our names on it.

Mine was a nice purple box with 'Graymond' written on it in black. I opened the box and dropped my vials in it.

Then ran to the line by which students were begining to fill in.

"At the end of this session," Kairos said as we were all arranging ourselves in order.

"Go to the Flaming Pagoda and test your strengths. Remember that those who fail to meet the requirements will face penalties. And the Flaming Pagoda is a way for faster development. You may go as temporary groups or, as individuals. Is that clear?"