Young Blood (PART ONE OF THREE)

Worries and Weird Animals

18. Worries and Weird Animals

Vaan was a pessimistic person. He never really saw much good coming from anything and now he had all this weird stuff weighing down his shoulders.

First off he gets this old blank book from Mr. Sullivan and every time Vaan’s seen the teacher since the guys been as evasive as ever, and won’t even really talk to him. What was it even supposed to be? Was Vaan the one who’s supposed to write in it? Would it be like Harry Potter and if he wrote in it some guy would answer back? Or would words suddenly pop out when he needed those most?

And more importantly his girlfriend was lying in bed in the infirmary, and Vaan still couldn’t forgive himself for not reading to see what those chemicals were called. Blake could be in some serious danger and he had decided not to pay attention because he just wanted her back where she belonged.

Actually, Song could’ve checked, too, but then again Song probably hadn’t even noticed the bags of liquids since he was unplugging other things from Blake.

All those machines, all that data and neither one of them even took notice because they were careless.

Vaan smacked himself on the forehead and chewed his lip. He kept turning through the book pages looking for any sign of writing, or even a drawing of a stick figure, anything, until his dorm room door swung open.

“How’re you?” Song said, obviously in a rather chipper mood. He sat down on the edge of his bed and looked at the book in Vaan’s hand.

Vaan shut the book and looked up at Song. “I’m freaking out, man. We should’ve checked all that stuff back at the Agent base,” He sighed.

Song nodded, “Yeah, we should have. But we did really have a lot of time, though. Any second those Agent’s could’ve popped up behind us and locked us up, too.” Vaan knew he was right, but it still bothered him.

“So did you and Celeste find anything?”

Song shook his head and groaned as he fell back on to the bed. “We spend a week looking around in the library and we’ve got nothing. Absolutely nothing,” He breathed out. “Maybe we’ve overlooked things. Maybe we weren’t reading between the lines, you know.”

“Maybe,” Vaan muttered. He stood up and peered out of their window and looked out at the woods and squinted up at the sun.

The sun didn’t normally bother Vaan, except whenever he was beginning to get hungry. If he went too long without blood and went out in the day, it could be fatal. He made a mental note to feed sometime soon.

He turned around to find a platypus lying where Song had been sitting. A smile grew on his face as he spoke, “Uh, what’re you doing?”

Song said nothing and shifted in to an Emperor Tamarin. Vaan raised an eyebrow, but the smile stayed on his face.  “You know these things are named after their likeness for the German emperor Wilhelm II?”

Vaan snickered. “That poor ugly man.”

Song laughed then shifted in to an Angora Rabbit. Vaan held up his hands in surrender and laughed hysterically, “You’re going to give me nightmares, what is that even supposed to be?”

Song shifted back to his human form and laughed along with his friend. “It’s a rabbit, supposedly,” He managed to choke out between laughs.

When they both returned to normal Song patted his best friend on the back and said, “Don’t stress yourself out, okay? I know all this crap is happening, but it’s okay to be happy once.”