Diamond Dust

Chapter 2: Coffee

The man standing in front of Luna was very tall, probably over six feet tall, and glared down at her. His deep green gaze was chilling. When he arrived in front of Luna, she was holding her phone firmly in her right hand, the message from this stranger still open.

"Can I help you?" He asked, again with a smile on his face. Coming dangerously close, Luna, gripped by fear, took a step back. "Oh, I don't mean you any harm." He rolled his eyes and rested a hand on his chin as if thinking. He laughed. "You looked lost."

Luna quickly regained her composure. Tears swallowed deep inside, she looked up at this strange man who seemed to know far too much. "Who the hell are you? And what do you want from me? Are you the one sending me these messages?"

"Haha." He tilted his head gently and approached Luna. She felt a hand on her cheek and, panic-stricken, immediately stepped back. "I don't know what you're talking about. Nor what your messages are." He laughed. "What I do know is that I'd like to know your name."

"Luna. Now leave me alone." She stepped aside, even more frightened. Starting to walk in the opposite direction to the young man, he called out to her one last time.

"Hey Luna." Before she had time to turn around, the brunet in a powerful voice uttered these last words. "I am Kyo. Remember my name, we'll meet again soon."

Luna turned, but he had already disappeared. Again her phone buzzed in her hand.

Don't trust anyone, Luna. D.

Kyo was a very special young man. As much as he was a beautiful young man, he didn't give a damn about it. Kyo's ambitions were far more complex, and he saw his life as a constant challenge.

What interest could be found in things easily attainable when it was possible to dig a little deeper to get them? The will of the wisp was far less noble. Everything. That's what he wanted. Kyo wanted it all. But Kyo wanted to earn all these things by himself.

When he arrived home, on the table in the huge living room was a photo slightly damaged by time. A dark-haired young man with soft hazel eyes was looking at the photographer with a big smile on his face. His hair was a mess, but more than that, he looked happy.

Kyo grabbed the piece of paper. "You found it." A smile took its place on his face and with his icy green eyes, he examined the young man immortalized in the photo. The smile had given way to contempt on the young man's face. He turned the photo over.

On the back of the photo was a hastily marked inscription. It had probably been written quickly so as not to be forgotten.

Kyo sat down on the huge sofa facing the huge bay window with its sublime view of Unovis by night. From above, the university was perfectly visible and the young man could almost overlook it.

He stood up, photo still in one hand, and looked out at the exceptional view before him.

Farther on was a small, quiet building. A quiet building in a quiet corner of a noisy neighborhood.

For a brief moment, Kyo felt proud of his prey. She was so beautiful, so intelligent, so wonderful.

A few emotions danced with Kyo's dreams, all mixed up with this will to control everything. Again and again and again. The young man read what was on the back of the photo.

"Da-yo." He tore up the photo, letting the fragments of it scatter to the ground like a mist of memories. "Is this what you want, Luna?"

The next morning, when Luna awoke, an excruciating migraine confined her to bed all morning, so she decided not to go to class all day.

Too preoccupied to think about anything else, the blonde went out for a breath of fresh air in the afternoon to try and calm her thoughts and think about what to do.

The position of the sun meant it was mid-afternoon, with children shouting in the parks and streets. This world was so alive, this world was full of color, Luna's world seemed so bland. Her world was an eternal shade of gray.

Without really realizing it, Luna headed for the university where she had become so accustomed to going. A flashback of what had happened the day before appeared before her eyes, and the memory chilled her blood. She immediately turned to leave, preferring not to run into her classmates when she was supposed to be in bed.

"Luna!" An unfamiliar voice called to her from a little further away. A figure she knew very little about took shape before her eyes. "That's your name, isn't it?" He was out of breath and seemed to have run to join her.

Eoghan had a reputation that preceded him and even though Luna had little interest in college mates she had heard of him and his reputation made her laugh most of all.

As she watched him approach her, she realized that he was probably even taller than the man she'd met the day before.

Handsome silver hair and piercing gray eyes scrutinized her with curiosity.

Eoghan's beauty was undeniable, and as much as she didn't care, Luna couldn't refute it. In a strange thought, the blonde remarked to herself that Eoghan's angelic appearance contrasted terribly with Kyo's.

"Yes?"

His reputation, however, was far less angelic than his look of a little prince.

A heartbreaker. That was the great Eoghan.

Silvered success. Cold Prince. So many nicknames spoke for themselves.

"I've been looking for you!"

"I'm sick, we'll talk another time if you don't mind." Luna turned around ready to leave, she was however restrained by Eoghan's hand firmly gripping her wrist.

"I'm not finished yet."

Luna glanced around to see a crowd of girls, probably first and second years, watching from afar, destroying the blonde with their eyes. With a flick of her hand, Luna released herself from Eoghan's grip.

"I don't think your fans are too happy about your intervention."

Eoghan allowed himself to look away for a moment to see indeed a large group calling his name with their eyes. "Ah damn it!" He grabbed the blonde again to lead her further away in quieter area. "We're good now!"

The young woman remarked to herself that he was rather nice for a heartbreaker and a "cold prince". His gaze was rather warm and when he wasn't trying to take her right or left he was rather a good listener.

Perhaps a little sanguine, though.

"Eoghan, what do you want from me?"

"Oh you know my name!"

"Everyone knows it."

"Let's be friends."

"Ah?" Luna was caught off guard. She responded to the look in two gray eyes that scrutinized her with such interest. "Why?"

"You intrigue me."

The young woman didn't know what to answer as the man in front of her placed in her hands a drink he'd probably picked up from the university vending machine. "Get well soon, Luna." And without further ado, Eoghan left.

Luna raised the can of iced coffee in her hands with one hand. It was her favorite. But nobody knew it was her favorite.

Nobody except Dayo.