The Comforting Close Friend or Lover

The electrocution experience gave Sparror unbending dizziness as he tightly held his forehead and furrowed his shimmering eyes in a painful demeanor. The side effect also let The Flaming Hero shriek with a croaky voice, even whimpering in agony.

Luckily, Sparror rested his body on the cotton white, plate-shaped chair that was hovering on top of the ground with the help of blue sparkles enveloped the whole circular surface. Moreover, he heaved up his molten hand in front of his sight, miraculously embarked a swarming flame wave from up to down.

The Flaming Hero swiped his molten hand to the right that made the flaming cloth vanish in an instance. Tormenting dizziness inside his head was gone with him giving a steady darting eyes and retrieving down the holding hand onto his knee.

"Wow...that electrocution experience was quite tormenting and thanks to my….regeneration power, I could survive that," Sparror mumbled gladfully.

Afterwards, Sparror darted his eyes to his friend, Zero who kept rubbing his metal cheeks with a keen curiosity. A curiosity he targeted on the large computer screen especially on the words "Sakura Forest" that became the center of attention for the scoping red eyes.

"Okay, I never truly expected The Distrunian secret base is located in the Sakura forest." Sparror spoke with a surprised tone, "And this most likely in the underground right, Zero?"

"80% correct, Sparror." Zero bluntly answered, "As for the Distrunian counter machine, it is still in the finishing process."

"Ah, I see, thanks for the information."

Sparror began surveying around the clean white room of his metal friend on the left side that displayed many interesting trophy-like objects. One of those objects that captured The Flaming Hero's interest was the double edge spear on the middle side of the trophy displayed.

Disturbance clouded through the shimmering eyes of Sparror as he sharpened his sight towards the double edge spear. The Flaming Hero held his molten fist in emancipation especially with his metal friend slightly darted the crimson eyes right onto him.

"You are 90% lucky that I didn't need to put your head on the display sides," Zero exclaimed with a deep tone.

"Because you're quite competent as the current Sparror user, Hatoshi." Zero added, "Based on my research, there was a lot of Sparror users try either destroy the universe or become one of the most dangerous threats."

"So, if I one day decided to break my moral code, will you kill me just...like Trayan, right?" Sparror asked in a despairful tone.

The Ozmonian switched his full attention towards the favorite subject and glared stoic look, "100% yes and you can potentially break your moral since your drive is very personal or in a cruel way, selfish."

The blunt sentence of Zero that invaded Sparror minds sent a shivering chill through his spine. Twitching eyes of fear took the center stage of his void black face and the clenching fist heated up a molten surface similar to lava.

The Flaming Hero glanced at Zero with a mix of despair and disbelief, corrupting his perception. The Ozmonian statement about the possibility of him going to the wrong side forced Sparror to release a hefty, burdening air from his throat.

Eventually, Sparror released a gleeful chuckle and broke free the clenching fist that dimmed out the molten light on the armory surface, sluggishly accepting his metal friend's cold demeanor. The cold demeanor of The Ozmonians whenever they saw their closest subjects became a threat one day as The Flaming Hero gave an embarking, grateful stare.

"As much as I hate to hear this, well you're not fully wrong." Sparror willingly admitted, "Not only because of how your Ozomnian sees the world, I am...also started to think like that too."

Sparror sighed as he recollected a mood to presuming, "Right now I am maybe just a regular teenage Superhero that wanted to save the world by not breaking the moral code, but I am not sure in the future I will keep that."

"Hence, I still try my best balancing.... my selfish motivation and continuing the Superhero act in the right way possible." The Flaming Hero added in an unsure tone, "Such as always protecting those who needed and of course….defeating the bad guy by not killing them."

"For now, I have a 70% chance of putting faith in you to not break the moral code." Zero replied firmly, "However, I am going to remain cautious with you especially if one day..you lost Yuna or your step-parents."

"Well….let's just hope those possibilities didn't happen to me." Sparror replied bitterly, "If it happens to me...I will make sure that I can control it."

Zero sighed in tiresome towards his favorite subject who consistently gave him sharpened stares of hope. A hope that Sparror could keep his words for the possible future, especially one time when his loved one may leave him from the harsh reality.

As The Ozmonian returned his attention once again to the screen like a motionless statue that kept rotating, Sparror stretched down his shimmering eyes in franticness. His head began to be filled by a picture of his uncle and aunt waiting on the couch with a glamouring worried look.

Thus, Sparrror's armory hand went into his right pocket and in a nick of time rectangular flaming cloth spawned the red casing phone back into reality, immediately fell down on his clutching hand. Relief clouded The Flaming Hero's eyes, convincing him to let out a sigh that cleaned away the panicked.

"Ah..it's lucky my phone didn't get incinerated." Sparror uttered through his mind, "I guess kinda...confusing cosmic power logic still giving me a chance...to talk with…... Yuna."

"Especially on….telling the good news that The Distrunian threat will be ended at….tomorrow," Sparror added in a sorrowful tone through his mind.

Dubious whimpering started to spread out through Sparror's shimmering eyes, freezing his body like a statue except one of his hands trembling. Hence, The Flaming Hero vastly blew away the doubtful air and reformed a clarity stare. A stare that may assist him in the upcoming conversation with his dear close partner from afar.

The rented house had a sorrowful atmosphere through the inside, especially in the room where two sets of brown wooden chairs and a rectangular table. A chilling fridge with blue lines crossed by on the door steadily watched Yuna who occurred one of the wooden seats.

The wooden seat near the paper-white ceramic surface table with a small, jade circular stove that busied lifting up a grey-steel frying pan. Moreover, Yuna chose to pick a pink tank-top shirt and black short pants and comfortably crossed her thigh.

With a lonely wind blowing across the room and furrowing down her eyebrows, Yuna chose to whistle in a smooth, high pitch voice like a morning bird. Each time the pitch got higher, the more she expanded her cheerful smile before a yellow light shone in her right eye.

Yuna's smooth hands that kept tapping the wooden table surface in a soft demeanor were accompanied by two important objects from left to right. On the left side was the pink casing phone and on the right side was a small, creamy wooden tag. labeled with ink-black Kanji's said, "Strive".

"Today's training was pretty good, Yuna." A male voice from Yuna praised her.

"Well..thanks for the praise and your encouragement too, Yuzu." Yuna replied with a reluctant tone.

Then, Yuna began to give a look of despair especially when she gazed down at the wooden tag. The yellow eye of her sharpened a concerned look to its host before commended one of the hands to envelop the schoolgirl's other hand.

"Father, should I continue your own way to make you proud of me or should I just use the Narajime power to revive you and mom?" Yuna asked in a dolorous demeanor, "Hopefully, I can choose one of those choices that can….be useful for my drive as the newest Narajime."

"You also need more time too on managing your feeling with….Hatoshi." The male voice joined the scene.

Yuna sighed, "I just wish there is another way of achieving our goal that isn't involving….Hatoshi or even his step-parents."

"I am afraid that's the most effective...way, Yuna." The male voice of Yuna bluntly answered, "Besides, you can still revive him again as a prize of you achieving the goal which is..a good thing for you."

"I'm....aware of that."

Luckily, Yuna's pink casing phone soared a sound of gentle femine voice as the ringtone, preventing the sorrowful conversion to continue. The yellow light eyes quickly faded into nothing, bringing back her grateful human eyes as the schoolgirl swiftly reached the vibrating phone.

The smooth ringing and vibrating momentum for the pink cashing phone stopped with a single tap of her finger. A reluctant smile was widely opened for Yuna as she heard a familiar voice of "Hello Yuna" and hung up her phone right on the left ear

"Hello Hatoshi is good to hear your voice again," Yuna asked cheerfully.

"Me too." Hatoshi's voice from the phone replied.

A sheepish giggle entered the scene on Yuna's side as she closed her eyes serenely. Hearing Hatoshi's voice, created a gentle humming through the school girl's lips, especially on this lonely night.

"I actually have good news for you which is....The Distrunian threat is going to end tomorrow." Hatoshi happily spoke, "Yup, Zero already found the counter weapon for it and I am quite relieved..to hear that."

"I am very….grateful to hear that Hatoshi and I will forward this message to your stepfamily after this conversation is over," Yuna exclaimed in gladness.

"Thank you, Yuna and I know my step-parent will be very happy to hear that."

"Especially Mrs. Chisato. She will be very grateful that you returned safely."

"Of course she is..hehe."

Yuna opened her eyes and glanced one more time at the wooden tag with a sorrowful expression half clouding her face. She took another sigh that relieved the sorrowful mood, replacing it with gleeful smirks.

"I cannot wait to….see you and my stepfamily again tomorrow." Hatoshi confessed with a half-sad tone, "Even though….I am still not sure….what time I am going to meet...you."

"Don't worry, I and your stepfamily will always wait for your arrival." Yuna replied in a yearning tone, "No matter what time it is."

"Well..let's...just hope...I will be back in the afternoon so I can have more time to spend with them and you too of course. I couldn't...wait….to...sleep beside you….again, and see your attractive....body ,hehe."

Yuna giggled with winching eyes of awkwardness, "That is one of the weirdest thing you ever said to me, Hatoshi"

"Whatever, it's just my yearning…..thoughts really want to say, I…..guess."

Then, a hefty, sniffle breathing from Yuna's close partner entered her steady hearing. A surprised, yet petty expression emerged through the school girl hear as the conversation was still ongoing

Furthermore, Yuna heard another sound mewling, hefty exhaled in the phone call that gave her a brief pause. A pause that she ventured into a thought of Hatoshi crying before she prepared herself another question for her close partner.

"Hatoshi, if you want to cry here it's okay, I will be fine." Yuna offered in a soft, concerned tone.

"Nah..I am just having...a tiring breath since I've been operating…..for 2 hours nonstop ." Hatoshi replied struggling, "Anyway, good night Yuna."

"Good night too, Hatoshi. I wish you luck and safety there too."

The phone call finally ended with the blitzing sound popping out on the scene. It left Yuna in bitterness especially with the sound of whimpering and hefty breaths. Nonetheless, she could only close her eyes hoping nothing bad would happen on Hatoshi's busy job and return safely to her side tomorrow, no matter when and what time it is.

Meanwhile, inside Zero's secret base, The Ozmonian centered his observant sight towards his favorite subject in blunt curiosity. A line of tears dropped down from Sparror's shimmering eyes as he held the red casing phone tightly as possible.

Moreover, The Ozmonian rubbed his cheeks and hovered his fluid body closer to Sparrow with a single leap of the rocket boots. As his metal friend saw a glimpse of tears, he raised his forehand to wipe out the tears and sighed.

"Sparror, you're crying because 80% you are afraid of dying in the last assault of The Distrunian, am I correct?" Zero guessed with a deep tone.

"Apology Zero for this, I think yes." Sparror spoke with a little bit of despair, "I am just quite afraid….that I will die in that battle."

"Understandable and you should go back to Ding Zui temple. There is 75% you can relax your mind by talking with the Shaolin and the newcomers too."

"I...guess...so and thanks...for the advice."

Afterwards, Sparror got up from his chair and gave another sigh of relief for putting the sadness to rest. The Flaming Hero heaved the molten hand on above sight with the flaming twister burst through from the depth of the ground, covering his whole body as he was ready to meet the people in Ding Zui temple that potentially could bring back his relaxing mood.

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