Black Magic

X Marks the Spot

Chapter 6: X Marks the Spot

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A roll of thunder split the air and somebody several rows over gasped in surprise. Yixing lifted his head from his medical textbook and stared out of the library window.

He loved it when it rained.

And it was going to. Soon.

He could feel it.

Another bolt of lightening zigged across the sky and he was momentarily blinded, the image seared on the back of his retinas. This time the accompanying thunder was loud enough to rattle the windows.

Yixing slammed his book closed and glanced at his watch.

8:30 pm.

Two and half hours until curfew. The first raindrop splattered against the glass pane and he stared at it as it slowly dripped down, an enticing invitation to come and play.

Splat...
....Splat

Splat! Splat!

And then it was pouring, and his skin was suddenly very itchy and tight with a sensation that only one thing could fix.

He stood, decision made.

Yixing was in desperate want of a flight anyway... he needed something to get his mind off ...well everything. Burying himself in his studies helped a little, but it was only a temporary fix.

He'd find Joonmyun and make him come along.

"Hey... Are you okay?"

Yixing's head tilted and he whipped around, wondering if Joonmyun had secret telepathic powers, because that was unmistakably the Water Dragon's voice. But nobody was standing in Yixing's alcove, and it took him a moment to realize that the question was not for him.

Yixing stood and quickly shelved his book before walking several aisles over, following the sound of Joonmyun's voice.

"--you don't look so good."

Yixing popped his head into another study alcove, curious as to who his friend was talking to.

"I'm fine," a muffled voice responded.

Yixing blinked, and then realized that there was a figure slumped over on one of the study tables, head buried in his forearms. Joonmyun was standing next to whoever it was, a concerned look on his face.

"Are you sure?" he questioned. "Because you're trembling. A lot. Maybe you should go to the infirmary... "

Yixing frowned and stepped forward, his Healer's intuition kicking in. "I can check you out, if you want," he offered, feeling concerned.

Joonmyun glanced up at him and smiled in greeting; the figure on the table didn't respond. The boy flinched as another flash of lightening lit the room. Yixing could see the way his body trembled with renewed vigor seconds before the thunder hit.

Was he scared of thunder?

The person lifted his head and his weak constitution had Yixing immediately accessing his healing powers. The guy was coated in a sheen of sweat and his face was a sickly pale; something was definitely wrong.

"I'm a Fire Dragon," the boy said with a forced smirk. "This is the extent of my hate for the rain. It literally makes me sick."

Joonmyun raised a critical brow. "That's unfortunate," he replied cooly. "Seeing as we're about to enter the rainy season."