After returning home, he fell asleep curled up on top of himself, overwhelmed by the day's events. When he awoke, he noticed an object and a small note on the central low table. It was the knife he'd been threatened with the day before, resting in its leather sheath. As for the note, it seemed to have been scribbled in a hurry:
''Little souvenir of our session. It'll come in handy when the time comes.
-Vania.''
Kataklysm, having stashed the dagger under the table, positioned himself under the giant bell, without uttering a word. He didn't feel like thinking, and he didn't feel like talking either. He'd come to the conclusion that he'd caught himself worse than a cold or flu: laziness. Which forced him to remain isolated in his tower for the whole weekend.
He did eat, though. A few non-perishable rations were lying around in the kitchen, and he ate to his heart's content. This little moment of food relief made him realize that this was it: he had passed the one-week mark in this world. In one week, he'd experienced so much, it was hard to keep up. He only hoped he'd be able to get past this lazy feeling by the beginning of the week...
Unfortunately, the feeling remained. He remained distant, as if a small migraine had nestled on the social side. He could support his friends, but the other students... They were getting annoying.
The boys would try to talk to him, but he didn't have the energy to back them up, and would just send them packing. The girls, on the other hand, were downright creepy ! They'd do their best to take an interest in him, to ask him what he liked in life, if he was available to hang out with them, and he couldn't understand what they were getting at. What's wrong with all of them ? They were getting more and more agitated as the week progressed, it was hiding something. What could they be so excited for ? Kataklysm would soon find out, because on Thursday...
He was sitting in the cafeteria, eating alone at a table against the wall. The other students were talking and whispering at their tables, afraid to be heard. Kataklysm, for his part, was tired of being moody. But for that, he needed help. On his own, he'd fall into a series of disreputable ideas that would send him into depression. And he feared that would happen.
To his left, Ami left her friends to join him. She took the seat and stared at him as she sprawled across the table. Kataklysm returned her gaze, unsure of what to say.
-Ay!
-Mmh...
A week ago, it would have been enough to make him smile, but now... He felt like a shadow of his former self. However, he was torn from this gloomy thought when he heard a hysterical voice. A voice slightly older than his own, and filled with amazement.
-I don't believe it... Holy cow, I don't believe it, it's one of them!
Kataklysm looked up to see a young man with almond-colored skin, short messy hair, and a facial expression representing the quintessence of admiration. With his enormous eyes sparkling, he sat down on the other side of where Ami had been, at the end of the bench. The human raised an eyebrow and sighed inwardly.
-Allez, encore un... (-One more...) Can I help you?
-Hehehehe, he talks, I knew it!
He couldn't stand still, gloating with a huge grin on his face. It was then that Kataklysm noticed the plaster cast on his forearm. His wound didn't seem to have quite healed yet, as he calmed down when he bumped into the table.
-Sorry mister human, I can't contain myself... It's just that I've just come out of hospital, and I've just learned that... There's a... Hahaha, this is the happiest day of my life!
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