My Revelation {Mikayuu}

Raimentless. [3]

This has been a string of me waking up in unknown places, it seems. Lose your memory and suddenly everything's new.

Although something told me that this was always uncharted terrain for me.

But hey, I was awake for good now. That was something to celebrate, I suppose. I had opened my eyes and jolted up with the realization that I was no longer drenched, cold, but I did still have sand in unfavorable crevices. I was on a carpet in a decently sized room, covered in posters and photos of nature. A desk in an indent of the wall had small plants and a miniature cactus upon it, scattered work covering the rest of the space. I took everything in of my surroundings, including the horribly messy bed to my left, and how cheap the rug beneath me was. Folded to my right was a black coat which I assumed was mine, and leather shoes with small heels. Probably also mine, taking that both of them were wet and covered in sand into account. Next to the stack of my clothing was a white towel with a bowl of water.

I'm getting sick of water today.

It took me a good two minutes to begin questioning things silently, but I got distracted by my bracelet.

The door opened as I was tapping on the large ruby, wondering how much it had costed me. The mysterious boy walked in with more towels and a steaming styrofoam cup, stopping in his tracks when he saw me sitting up patiently. I hesitantly lifted a hand and waved. "Hi."

He set the cup on the table, handing me a towel. He was... Very quiet. His cheeks were flushed a pink, which I couldn't understand for some strange reason.

"Did you hit your head?" I asked out of curiosity, taking the towel, rubbing at my neck with it.
"No, no, not at all! It's just... Just..." The boy trailed off, mumbling to himself.
"It's just... Interesting to see someone like you in person. That's all."

As I tilted my head in confusion, brows furrowing, I narrowed down the possibilities.
One- he was flustered.
Two- He was really shy.
Three- All of the above.

"'Someone like me? I don't understand. Aren't I the same as you?" He paused, calculating something in his head. No, just thinking.

"Ah... Well... You see," he nervously laughed, scratching the nape of his neck.
"You're not from here. From Earth, in a way. The place you came from is still in the atmosphere, of course. We just count it as it's own place. Uh..." He searched for more words.
"You kinda fell from the sky. I took you back to my dorm so you wouldn't get killed or anything. But you probably know that. So- y-you see, what I am is merely human." He stuttered on the words, fiddling with his thumbs as he glanced to the ground.
"Don't get mad or anything, this isn't an insult, but you're not completely human. You're what we call Anemoi. The Greek gods of wind. Your people don't like the name, but they won't tell us what they're actually called. Don't suspect you know?" He asked, leaning closer. I shook my head. He sighed.
"Yeah, right. You don't remember anything. Wait, do you know your name?" He asked, as if it was the most important thing in the world.

"I do. It's Mikaela." I nodded. He grinned, sticking out a hand.
"I'm Yuuichiro. Pleasure to meet you." He said in his same quiet voice, although it was now cheerful. I shook his hand from my seat. He kept my hand, turning my palm to face the ground.
"This gem's important to your people. I don't know why, but the history books say they're never seen without 'em. Just thought you should know." He pointed out.
"Thank you." I said in gratitude, trying to let him know I truly was grateful for his assistance. Who knows what would have happened to me if he didn't help me.

On that topic, how did he find me?

Yuuichiro sighed, his fist filled with his hair.
"You need to blend in this world to decrease your chances of being ridiculed and killed...The best solution would be to enroll you here.." He mumbled to himself, sipping from the styrofoam cup.
"Since most of us are the kids of government leaders and or rich..." He trailed off, eyes fluttering shut. He remained silent for a long while.

He bolted off of his bed, eyes wide and bright.

"I've got an idea."

"A transfer student? How come none of the Nation's representatives alerted us of this?" A stern voice said from behind the door. I awkwardly sat on the chair still adorned in my old clothes, although they only had sand on them now. I dusted it away boredly with a hand.

"Because you're looking at one. He came from my country. That should be a sufficient explanation." Yuuichiro said with a calm and collected voice. He seemed far less timid when talking to the man I couldn't see compared to when he was talking to me.
"Hmm... We'll see. Bring him in."
My head shot up as the door clicked open. Yuuichiro's head popped out, and he nodded to the depths within. He had a look in his eyes that basically told me to 'follow his lead'.

I did.

Rather blindly, too.

The room was decorated by old wooden shelves built into the wall, every inch filled with books. Marble statues were placed in the spaces between the shelves. All of them seemed to be from different regions, although carved from the same material....

I should know the names of where they came from.

But I didn't. Disappointing, isn't it?

I was seated in a leather seat next to Yuuichiro, the man in front of me serious looking and aged.
"What's your name, boy?" He asked me in a gruff voice. I blinked.
"Mikaela Shindo."

"I'm sure you're able to tell me where exactly he's from?" He asked my acquaintance with an arched brow.
"Of course. He was born in Kyoto, but until recently, has lived in Fukuoka." All of the words seemed alien to me the instance they left his mouth.
Maybe I never knew about the regions they spoke about, then.

The man hummed, tapping his fingers on the table.
"Why does he smell like sea water?"
"He arrived by boat." A suspicious look was given to Yuichiro.

"How old are you?" He asked me, eyes locking with mine. Yuuichiro grew pensive beside me, tensing up. I knew, almost out of instinct, to keep an panic flaring inside me hidden.
"Seventeen." I squeaked the first number that came to mind, with no idea if it held any truth or was entirely fabricated.

The man sighed, stapling a stack of papers.
"Fill this out. You've met the requirements if Amane's the one that brought you." Yuuichiro had convinced him before I had entered, saying that he would pay for my education, which I thought to be a stretch. I saw him fist pump the air beneath the table.

The form asked for information I did not know. Yuuichiro whispered what to write down before and after responding to inquiries from the man whom I concluded was Dean of this Academy. I was done writing before I could pick up on what their conversation was about. My handwriting was shockingly neat, making me wonder how long I spent perfecting the neat cursive. I had almost mistaken it for something printed upon the paper.

The dean signed off on the papers, stamped it, and I became a student.
"Yuuichiro, what places were you talking about?" I asked out of curiosity as we left, scratching at skin with sand rubbing it raw.
"Oh, right. You don't know much about us Earthens. Well, you might have. Who knows. I'll explain that later. Right now, we have two problems." He said, voice quiet and wavering. He didn't want to me talking as much as he was.

"First, we have to go get a dorm room for you." He sighed.

"Two, you have no clothes and need a shower."

I looked at my sand ridden clothes and smelled my salty hair, nodding in agreement.

He seldom spoke until we returned to the dorms, him searching over the papers.

He only muttered about how far away from his it was.

Which was understandable.

It was strange, though.

Many voices in my head, in my heart, screamed for me to disengage any interactions with Yuuichiro.

I ignored them.