Blaze

Operation Raid

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All Chorong recognized was the cold creeping up her arms, legs, and into her clothes. A darkness prevailed around her gloomily and her eyesight fazed to and fro fuzzily. Other than the cold, she was drowsy with a headache booming in her head. Both her arms felt immobile; her fingers numb. She could feel the tips of her fingers touching the cold floor as her arm strung over her torso.

What was going on?

A silence swam all around her. Her eyes traveled amidst the room, but unable to make out anything lazily closed her eyes again. Tired, she was very tired.

Chorong's eyes opened again when she heard quiet murmurs around her. Unable to tell who was with her or what they were, her eyes closed in on her once more. Very soon she was trapped in a quiet box of black.

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The back of his neck was sore when he sat up first thing in the morning. Sunshine was streaming in through the windows and dust floating about like flakes. Stretching, Kris got to his feet and moved toward his bedroom. Pushing the door open revealed to him Namjoo deep in her slumber. He almost wanted to laugh a little, awed by the fact that she was probably sleeping better in his home than her own.

Walking away he set himself to preparing some eggs for breakfast so that she'd have something to eat once awake. Even if she refused he'd sit her down and feed her anyway. Once the kitchen was filled with the scent of cooked food he returned to his room to see Namjoo twisting and turning, but with no intent on waking up. If she didn't, he thought he might just keep her here with him, present her to his brother and sister-in-law. The thought was amusing before Namjoo's eyes really opened.

At first she only stared up at the ceiling, as if the room was distorted and she couldn't tell where she was. With the corner of his lips shifting up he knocked his knuckles against the door for her attention.

"Morning'," he greeted.

"You should've woken me up," Namjoo grumbled, rubbing her eyes along the way to the door.

Letting out a breath of disbelief he told, "I did. You think I didn't try?"

She shot him one of her most common stern stares she always gave him, "Yes."

Rolling his eyes he grabbed her arm before she could get to her shoes he'd planted by the door. Spinning around she glared up at him before he pulled out a chair to sit her down and took the one beside her.

"A host never lets his guest leave without feeding her," Kris started as he gestured toward the food on the table. A smile perched itself on his lips as he anticipated her reaction, "Told you I can cook. Taste it so I can impress you."

But she only stared at the food. Grabbing a spoon he placed it into her hand and pulled her hand toward the food before making its way to her mouth.

"All right, stop it," Namjoo ordered. "I can eat on my own."

Letting go of her hand with a short laugh he watched her eat and smiled broadly when she swallowed.

"Is it good?" He asked anxiously.

Namjoo's expression never changed, but her, "Yes," made his heart leap. The fact that she liked it was enough to make his day.

"Eat more," he urged.

"Stop watching and eat something too. You make me feel weird with your staring." Namjoo mumbled.

"I had leftovers while I was cooking," he told. "It's my sister-in-law's recipe. It's really good, isn't it?"