Don’t be a Stalker

After the old man had left, Licia left afterwards in a puff of pink mist, and Kora wrapped her arm around Hugo, going back to their quarters on the east wing of the palace.

The purple haired woman, Ruelle, immediately went to find Aria and Xavi, they had lots of catching up to do. Especially the new information regarding the whereabouts of the missing God of Spirit Summoning...

That left two men in the large room.

The black haired man stepped closer to the vision pool, letting his fingers skim the surface of the water, before charging it with his power. The table lit up in a soft pearlescent glow, and it showed Sora waking up and walking around a room.

"You're watching him?"

En glanced to his side, where Loshka had silently walked up behind him. He narrowed his serpent eyes as Loshka took off his hood, revealing glowing silver hair with streaks of gold, small sparks of lightning fluttering around the tips. His lips were pursed in a sly smile that irritated En to no end. This cocky four eyed bast*rd.

"And?" En said snappily, before turning back to the pool.

"He's only just left, En. What are you expecting?"

En huffed. "Nothing, at least not yet. I'm just... keeping an eye on him. He's just been reborn after all, it'll take time to adjust."

En didn't have to turn around this time to practically feel the blooming grin on Loshka's face. "Sure, sure." He said, amusement tinting his voice. "En, you can admit it, you know. We won't think any less of you,"

"What exactly are you implying here, Loshka?" En gritted out through his teeth, crossing his arms.

Loshka chuckled, leaning lazily against the wall with his shoulder. "Don't think I didn't notice what you did earlier. It was sweet. Considering your personality, I never would've guessed that you'd be so gentle,"

En tried to stop the warmth that filled his face but it was too late, and Loshka saw his reddened cheeks. Back then... he hadn't meant to do that, it was as if his hand had moved on its own. It's not his fault. He's just glad that Sora didn't react badly to it, or react at all in fact, since he was too focused on other things.

"Loshka..." he growled.

Loshka put his hands up, "Look, all I'm saying is, he'll be fine. Especially with that particular blessing that you gave him. Or should I say blessings."

Sh*t, he'd noticed. Of course he did, nothing escapes damn four eyes.

"He needs it," En said, as if that was all the explanation he needed.

"Does he though? ...Or do you just want to spoil him?"

En whipped his head around, tendrils of green magic slithering around his arms, threatening to strike. His eyes were dark, and it was clear that his patience was being tested.

Loshka sighed, pushing up his glasses. "I'm not saying there's anything wrong with that, En. If anything, he's lucky to have you in particular looking after him. Although, if anyone on Vedriysia finds out that Sora's under your protection, they'd go running with their tails in between their legs..." his eyes glinted. "Isn't that right, my Lord?"

En's whole body immediately tensed up, and he turned his head away. His voice was solemn, but sharp and biting with an undertone of authority. "Don't call me by that title. I'm not a Lord anymore, you know that well enough."

Loshka frowned. He shouldn't have brought it up. "As you wish. By the way, you're being a major stalker right now."

"Wha- I am not a stalker!" En exclaimed loudly in embarrassment.

"You can't say that when you're literally watching his every move, and it's not even an important moment. It's not healthy to spectate all the time, and Sora doesn't need you invading in on his life so frequently."

Sh*t, he did have a point.

"Now come away, and let's go get some food."

"But we don't need to eat." En raised an eyebrow at his friend.

"Doesn't mean we can't enjoy it." He shrugged, smiling.

En grumbled to himself, reluctantly letting Loshka pull him away from the vision pool. But with the blessing in place, if anyone gives Sora a hassle, he'll be the first to know.

*****

Sora received a sudden flash behind his eyes, the thousands of memories of himself and others flooding into his mind. It seems that they were only from early childhood, and eventually tapered off after his 9th birthday, which is when he must've fallen into slumber.

What should he do? Should he pretend he has amnesia? Or carry on with this body's current knowledge, having to act as though he still has the mentality and intelligence of a nine year old? This was difficult to decide.

Sora made up his mind. He would have to go along with the mentality of a nine year old, since he knew that faking amnesia would probably impact the family harshly, and have them thinking that he doesn't remember them when he does. Sora doesn't want them to suffer unnecessarily because of his actions.

But then again, faking a younger mentality is not exactly easy, either. It's likely that he'll slip up and accidentally say something wrong, and it's much harder than pretending that he doesn't know anything at all.

With a smile, he looked at the shocked maid, who he remembers as 'Rosalina' in this body's memories. She came into his life when he was about 5, and had personally looked after him all this time.

"Rosalina. It's good to see you."

As soon as those foreign words left his mouth, she started bawling, grabbing hold of him and shoving his face in her chest. He winced, but let the woman hold him tightly.

"I c-can't believe it... You're awake, you're really awake... Am I dreaming? Tell me, Sora, am- am I dreaming this?" She sobbed, clutching at his face.

It was strange, the language she was speaking definitely wasn't anything he was familiar with back on Earth, and yet he was able to understand it perfectly and speak it fluently.

"No, you're not dreaming. This is real." He whispered.

He wasn't the real Sora who's loved this dearly, and that hurt his heart a lot. But for the first time, he let himself be selfish, let himself relish in a hug he's wanted from someone, anyone, for so long.

He felt unbearably warm.