Emotion Speaks: Short Stories (BL: Randoms)

Spiritual Care: A Normal Day for an Unusual Guy

(Alternate World)

Rather than a sunny afternoon, it was a cloudy one that covered and replaced the skies of blue and replacing it with sheets of darkened clouds. The streets in their area were touched by the harrowing of the heavens, looking depressed and lonely with nothing but walls and gates and some trees and plants, swaying through the tempest. Hoenn, who was alone in the house, simply sipped his macchiato, returned the cup at his side, and went back to where he stopped writing.

"Gloomy skies, distraught and freezing winds. The ferocious gaze of furious formations, wicked and leaden, and danger can be felt."

Inside his room, enveloped by a frail atmosphere due to the skies, and filled with downy colours, the desk was an absolute mess for him to even write with comprehension and quality. Pitter-patter, the dark heavens started to cry. Little by little, the pellet shootout became the applause of a lifetime. Hoenn quickly wrote something to finish it.

"Later, it will cry, will bring the nightmares of the past, and destroy everything through its tears. And now, what was then is now here. Something has begun to release another very dark secret."

He suddenly felt the wave with Narvin's leftover energies in it, indicating that Narvin's soul is in trouble again. Hoenn stood up from his computer chair and walked out of his room. He gestured out his right hand's middle and index fingers, drew a cross on the wind and pointed it to his room's door. Suddenly, the door closed. It wasn't gentle and it wasn't forceful also, but a bam and click at satisfactory quickness.

Hoenn, an average but talented spirit conjurer, inherited his abilities from his grandfather who was once also a very powerful spirit conjurer. Currently, he's partially studying his elder's book where he wrote all of his talents for someone in the future generation to learn and it was Hoenn who took everything that skipped his father. He has partially, opened third eye, can sense spirit frequencies at a certain radius, and could summon a number of wisps to follow his decrees and errands. But not even the spirit conjuring can reinforce his daily life which he would think that this kind of magic could ease everyday works because the swirling storm outside to him didn't mean the literal storm any normal people would perceive. To him, it was another storm of an endless void, filled with awful and filthy souls who're ravenous for something. Something embedded into Narvin's body.

In the living room, he started cleaning everything. More like, putting the furniture at the very sides and corners of the area. Hoenn sat down at the very centre, making himself comfortable, but tensed. And again, he gestured his right hand's middle and index fingers in front of his nose. He closed his eyes with profound thinking and seriousness in his mind. It was another battle again to fight. Difficult and constricting, it's already his responsibility. It was another time for an Astral Projection.

Four wisps coloured with blue light started to encircle him at a certain radius. Sometime after, they already created a magic circle at the ground, shining in luminous, blue light. The wisps stopped and positioned themselves around Hoenn equally, and then they started to blaze in raging, blue flames. Hoenn's eyes initially saw pitched black darkness. But gradually, it transitioned into the place where he first met Narvin, the person who Hoenn had mutual feelings with, and at the same time, the target of the spirits' tempest. Everything became peaceful. And at that very bench where they could sit and stare at the city of Kyoto, there sat Narvin. Hoenn walked furiously against the almost real illusion.

"Hey Narvin, what are you doing here? We talked about this, right?! I already told you not to throw away the paper charms I gave you! You're putting the both of us into danger again! I don't want to lose you, you know that!"

"Hehe. Sorry, Hoenn. They slipped right out of my fingers at a street when the winds blew their hardest. I know it's dangerous but--"

"Just because you wanted to see me, doesn't mean you have to purposefully or not, lose the talismans to enter Astral Projection and see me in this place!"

Hoenn gave him a sermon angrily.

"I-I just missed you. I'm sorry."

Hoenn felt guilty with his words and just smiled even during the quicksand they're in. He walked and sat beside him.

"Yeah. I admit. I missed you too, Narvin. I'm sorry. Our studies are really limiting our time with each other. Even with the presence of technology, it's still different when you're beside me."

Hoenn puts his head on Narvin's shoulders.

"That applies to me too. I'm really sorry. Can we go now? I'm a little bit scared."

Narvin asked him. Hoenn suddenly stood up.

"No. Not yet. Not until I exterminated them. Where is your body?"

"I remember fainting at my bed. My real body is safe since I'm alone in the house anyway."

"Thank God. This coming Saturday, let's see each other again at this place."

Hoenn then opened his hands and gathered wisps from everywhere. The spirits started swirling around his hands rapidly and he raised both of them to the air. The wisps, now seemed to be blue orbs, merged into one and expanded into the area, leaving Hoenn and Narvin safe. The illusion wavered continuously and another pitched black darkness consumed the spirit conjurer.

Hoenn opened his eyes and he was back at their living room with the wisps still burning. He only told them to thank you and they disappeared after leaving some leftover glitters at the wind. He stood up and exhaled a big breath. Hoenn gestured the praying position with his hand and closed his eyes.

"Gods and goddesses, please guide me. I don't want to lose him. I don't want to fight him in the near future. Please help me seal the ravenous demon inside him."

Hoenn finally cleanses himself with the leftover light of his wisps.