Chasing Elysian

22. Fake Smiles And True Words

Rosanna's P. O. V:

Today's training would be a dreadful one. It's not a feeling or an assumption but a fact.

(Class Schedule: Tuesday, Friday.)

Advanced History Class 8:30-9:30AM. Mrs. Arvala. Class 22A Upsilon

Elem Universal Language (Igalius) 10:00-11:00AM. Mr. Sidney. Class 17C Beta

Nightwalker's Documentary
4:00-5:00PM. Mr. Giovanni. Class 9B Alpha

Special Simulation Class 9:00PM-3:00AM. Mr. Athanasius. Class 3A Alpha

Only I knew clearly the tortures that would await me.

I packed my battle suit in my bag like yesterday since I did not have the convenience of coming back to 'my' house or dormitory.

Wearing a yellow collared gown and blue hoodie, I hid my neck as usual. Growing frustrated over my forced choice of clothing.

Why does Kairos not have a magic thingy to hide this? How the heck am I supposed to live this way?!

-Knock! Knock!

Two sharp knocks interrupted my thoughts. They reverberated in the silent room, bringing a demanding attention to the source.

I turned towards the door, and walked forward. Opening the door slowly, cautiously and preparing for whatever.

My nerves have been on high alert since last night. Dreading today's classes or anything concerning today as a matter of fact.

I peeked my head out and saw Kairos standing outside in a black T-shirt and grey pants.

Tsk tsk. Not everyone has my amazing fashion sense. If he wasn't pretty, his clothing choice would be a huge meh. 

“Sup?” I questioned with an arched brow. Momentarily forgetting my manners- oh, societal's projected 'good feelings'. Hehe.

“I figured you couldn't keep wearing clothes to cover up the mark. So I got you this-”

Kairos reached into his pocket and pulled out a silver collar. 

It was a cloth that was as smooth as silk with a metallic luster. Not so thick, thinner than the average collar.

And shining softly under the dim lighting. With a red letter 'K' imprinted in the middle.

I was speechless. Not knowing whether to laugh or cry.

While I needed this, the initial and everything just made me feel like I'm about to become someone's dog on a leash. Kairos' dog to be exact.

“Thanks?” It came out more of a question than sincere gratitude.

And the innocent smile Kairos had made me feel he did this intentionally. I felt slightly irked.

Must the initial be there?! Why not my name, even.

I reached out hesitantly to collect the collar. Brushing my fingers against his and sending little sparks through my body.