Invisible Reaper Dragon (A Reincarnation Story)

Chapter 28 - An Embarrassing Two Days: Day 1 (Part 1)

We're back to the leading characters: Sc'the and Redline, and their travels!!
Hopefully having 5 separate POV Chapters in a row wasn't too confusing, I didn't want to do too many of them as they take me much longer to put out compared to just story-line chapters...(5-7 hours compared to 2-3 hours).
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I woke up to the alarm of my internal clock waking me up at the usual: 7:00am. It was just something that was ingrained in my body now that I'd gone through several years of Pops' hell weeks and countless more months of straight up training with no time to even think or anything other than food, pain, rest, pain, sleep, and more pain.

An involuntary shudder traveled it's way up my spine, from the tip of my tail to the edge of my shoulder-blades and I lay there in my box, staring at the ceiling--I wasn't going to train today...I didn't even feel like getting up to dress for the day. My door opened slightly and I looked over at it to see nothing there; I looked back at the ceiling and thought about how miserable of a day this was going to be--the door opened slightly more and a flash of purple caught my eye.

I jumped up, grabbing my bow and facing the intruder with an arrow knocked and ready to fire, but it was just revealed to be a curious dragon staring at me: standing in my box, still in my nighties, and with what was probably an intense case of bed-head...

I blinked at him.

He blinked at me.

I blinked at him again, and that's when it hit. I (Streak)ed over to the door and slammed it shut before Sc'the's gaze could peel me apart any further...My ears were burning and it was times like this where I was glad most of my human physiology was overtaken by Beast-Characteristics; I would have had an intensely burning-red face of embarrassment otherwise...

He is just a (Young) Dragon. He doesn't know what he's looking at. You can't blame him for staring at you. You can't blame him for what he doesn't understand. I recited to myself, trying to chase the embarrassment I felt away with excuses even I felt were untrue--There is no reason to otherwise, no reason to doubt his actions with valid reason...

I quickly tore myself out of my Nighties: a matching pair of Pants and a t-shirt with tonnes of Black-Kitties spread through-out the entire surface--It was something I vowed to never reveal to Pops, ever, under any circumstance; Because I said I'd hated them and would never wear them, ever...They were the last extravagantly patterned thing he gave me since...

...It was one of my many regrets in regards of my attitude towards him.

Once I was done I opened the door slowly, cautiously--to see if Sc'the was there still, but with his Invisibility there would be no telling of where he was at any given moment unless you literally ran-into him. I closed the door again and took a breath against my door:

7:10am

This was probably the fastest I've ever gotten dressed and awake, ever...even during Hell Week. Suddenly I was thankful the (Young) Dragon couldn't physically or Telepathically speak to us, as he wouldn't be able to share what he'd seen until he was able to: I just had to find a way to keep him quiet until he left.

...Why did that thought make me sad all the sudden?

I stalked over to the door and looked at the mirror, sure enough my eyes were glistening with the wet-beginnings of tears...and that's when I noticed all of my hair was still in 'crazy mode.' I started to methodically rake my claws through my head, body, arms, and legs until everything looked even and straight. Then I left my room and made my way down to the usual breakfast area, only to find it empty with a steaming mountain of eggs on a lone plate, another plate next to it empty and with a crooked note in the middle of both.