Heaven's Shadow

Chapter 19 | Come Back To Me

It wasn't that Remigius was angry. 

He asked Eugene if he was sure he had relayed the right information to Yun. He had waited an hour for Yun to show up at the dorm. He had gotten to a point where he waited an extra hour for him.

Extra four hours.

Remigius was upset. It was quite pathetic as he knew for a fact that Yun was hunting him down at the very instance. 

There was the part of his that was too cowardly to hear Yun out. Did he simply not care? Was Remigius pushing him too much that he finally got sick of it and decided it was no more? Why would he stand him up just to seek him the next day? 

And fucking damn it, he missed him. They had been apart for far longer than Remigius had ever planned, and it was as if Yun was in the Real World. He knew the logical solution was to talk to him, but Remigius was too childish to do so. In the back of his mind, his logic and pride argued until he decided to shut it down completely. It was too late to start talking to Yun now. He had to commit to his mistake.

"It's all Infernals this, Infernals that." Malachi plucked at his guitar as he sprawled on his bed. Remigius sat across from him with Eugene at his desk. "I'm sick of professors going over it in class. I'm just here for my diploma!" 

"Not that you ever pay attention in class," Remigius commented. His tone indicated a whit of bitterness, and he supposed he felt a smidge guilty for directing it to Malachi and not the true holder of his bad mood. 

"Not that I need to," he bragged, strumming out random chords. Remigius barely heard the sound when it was not plugged into the amp. "I'm a genius compared to all these idiots around me! I can't wait to get out of here."

Remigius rolled his eyes and turned to Eugene. He had been eyeing Malachi, and it sometimes annoyed Remigius to see how obvious he was, especially when Malachi's shirt rode up to expose his stomach, as it did now. However, he was the one intruding on their time, so who was he to judge? 

"What do you plan to do once you graduate?" he asked, drawing Eugene's attention away from his friend. 

He crossed his legs, eyes on Remigius now. "I'm going to help my father out with his business."

"Your father?" Malachi shot up from the mattress, leaning his chin against the footboard. He abandoned his guitar to the side and tilted his head. "I thought you no longer talked to him?"

"He needs help with some stuff down there." 

"Want me to help too?" Malachi offered. 

"You have better things to do." He walked over to ruffle Malachi's hair with a laugh. "There's a lot of stuff expected from you once the year ends."

"Not that I want to do it." He slumped back to his lazy position. 

"What does your father do?" Remigius wanted to pry more into Eugene's life. There was so little he knew; this was the first hook he could bite onto. 

"He works in Darling's Forest. His company collects potion ingredients and all that." 

"Is that how you got the drought leaves?" 

"I collect those myself."

Remigius had never been to Darling's Forest. The majority of Zeniths in the Heavens hadn't either. He wanted to ask how often Eugene travelled down to the first deep level of Theschost, but the weekly newspaper slipped in from the window. 

Another article from the Spells.

Remigius scowled. He did not want to see Yun's face plastered on the front. He ignored the twitch in his hands to grab the paper.