Embrace Gloominess or Warmness

As another hour passed, a flashing fiery twister construct neatly emerged at the front door of the rent house. The twister dissolved into nothingness and revealed the human identity of Sparror, Hatoshi resurfaced into reality once again.

Somber furrow painted the schoolboy's entire face with the thought of the grim incident still scorning invaded the depth of his mind. It even forced Hatoshi to reluctantly bow down his head and felt both of his hands staggered in franticness.

Perceiving his sorrowful eyes onto the closed-entrance door, made him bite his unnerving lips. A sudden glimmer of encouragement fired up Hatoshi's mind as he raised his head and heaved his trembling left hand, gaining a desire on tapping the bell located on the hushed door knob.

Regardless, Hatoshi cleared his throat and pressed the bell that sang a high-pitch gentle ringing sound. He retrieved back his finger before anxiously nodding his head for awaiting the special person who would soon come out.

This night for Hatoshi was completely filled with endless grim and guilt as he slowly began to form a whimpering expression on his lips. His legs continuously shivered like standing on the freezing ground as his mind became more consumed by the cold pain of the previous experience once more

The harrowing scream of citizens who were on the verge of facing their death resonated within his mind. Each time the agonizing scream echoed through his hearing, Hatoshi shook his head and stretched further his gritting teeth the longer he endured the burdening pain.

Sweats of dreads showered on his forehead and his unnerving neck the louder the harrowing echoed within his head. Unrelenting regret flooded all of his shivering motions of Hatoshi as he out loudly release an agonizing sobbing, dropping a line of tears onto the ground below before he took a long deep breath.

The schoolboy sighed away the burdening thoughts away especially when the sound of a door being opened clicked into his ears. A placid stare resurfaced through Hatoshi's eyes with the special person already debuting her serene appearance through the opened door.

His close partner, Yuna swiftly ran and folded one of his shivering hands and tilted her head onto the left. A warmful smile shone through her face, rubbing the shaking palm of the schoolboy.

Keening touches of his close partner brought a little semblance through Hatoshi's heart as he briefly closed his eyes. However, a doleful reminder broadly sparked into his thoughts with the line of tears shedding from his eyes.

Yuna quickly formed a loof of worriedness and pity due to the schoolboy allowing himself to be consumed by the feeling of unbending sorrow. She gently pulled Hatoshi closer to reaching the inside of the door and he reluctantly followed his close partner's persuasion by lifting his shivering feet forward.

Hence, the high schoolers fully entered the rent house inside as Yuna placed her other hand on the doorknob and closed the door from showing the outside view. The time of reuniting between Hatoshi and his close partner has begun, a time that might aid him from escaping the grasp of guilt.

A few minutes passed, Hatoshi motionlessly sat on top of his close partner's bed as the raining line of tears dropped by on the bed sheet. Even though his face filled with an assertive smile, the tears of guilt and sorrow remained to drop rapidly the longer he perceived his glare on the wooden floor.

The sound of tremoring and anxious grunt howled with the guilt made an attempt to break free from Hatoshi's beating heart. The burden of holding the guilt even encroached on the schoolboy's thoughts, convincing him to hold his head as the pain of continuously being stung, struck him.

The delicate-distorting laughter from the daunting-stage runner, Frenzy Cloverland soared through the depth of his mind. The mangling pitch and grim satisfaction tone of the laughter ordered Hatoshi to rain more tears of agony, releasing a discouraging grunt with him bending down his neck further.

A monochrome memory picture of witnessing the crystal clear view of the violet explosion scorned Hatoshi. As the grimacing memory faded out, the schoolboy released a continuous sobbing and tightened his tremoring grip on the bedsheet for shackling the everlasting gloominess and dejection. He even let go of his staggering grip on the bed sheet and covered his entire view of the despairful face with his palms. A raspy-disconsolate grunt was let out from the tormented Hatoshi.

Hatoshi's venture of the dreadful scenery dusted away as he felt the keen touch on his right wrist. A soft hand that luring him to retrieve both of his hands from the view of the sorrowful face, capturing a glimpse of the special person who was Yuna.

Furthermore, she cheerfully greeted Hatoshi with a warmful smile before tilting her head to the right briefly. The schoolgirl briskly retreated her gentle holding hand and occupied the balmy sitting spot beside her close partner.

Grasping the comforting presence of Yuna, the schoolboy hurriedly rotated his body onto the left and indirectly exposing a shaking whimper expression. He felt his racing heart receiving a hardened blow as a weeping groan unnervingly blurted out, bowing down his head in cold anxiousness.

Yuna softly pinched the sorrowful Hatoshi's chin after witnessing him only drown further into the burdening influence of regret. The regret also commanded Hatoshi to hesitantly shook his head back and forth, preventing the clear chance of receiving the warmful relief in his beating heart.

Nevertheless, Yuna merrily colored her lips with a widened-gleeful smirk and flipped the pinching hand into an opened palm that landed beneath the schoolboy's left cheek. A whimpered expression clouded Hatoshi and briefly convinced him to close his unnerving eyes, grasping an inner conflict of choice as one of his staggering hands got up.

A reassuring nod was neatly declared by Yuna, rubbing the schoolboy's chin in a keened demeanor. Eventually, Hatoshi succumbed to the warmful comforts the longer he felt the touch and watched his close partner's face shake down the whimpering expression on his lips.

With the desire on wanting to escape the seemingly everlasting guilt, Hatoshi rushedly hugged the schoolgirl's back with his trembling arms. The yearning feeling of consolation pushed his face clouded by sadness alighted on the middle of his close partner's chest, tightening the hug for washing away the perturbing thoughts.

All the perturbing thoughts that he wanted to be freed from burned his mind further as he hysterically cried a desperation groan. A flooding line of tears dropped out from his despondent closing eyes, cried out his forlornness sobbing, and unshackled the tormenting deep regret.

Feeling and witnessing her close partner freed out of his despairful feeling, Yuna began to keenly wrap around the back of his head with her arms. She tenderly caressed Hatoshi's hair, blessing the soothing comforts into him especially when she gladly presented the warmful smile on her lips.

Pleasant red lights flashed through Yuna's eyes the more she caressed her close partner's hair from up to down. The sudden red lights eventually vanished in an instance when the schoolgirl soothingly closed her eyes and embosomed the back of Hatoshi's head, letting out the sore groan.

While the schoolgirl softly bumped her head into his close partner and strengthened her gentle enwrapping arms. Serene high pitched whistling was smoothly freed from Yuna's in order to give a helping hand to her close partner for freeing himself from the agonizing pain of scorning guilt

Although the grimacing incident still lingered in the depth of Hatoshi's mind, at least he could embrace the relief alongside his close partner. He was also able to fully free the feeling of desolation and devastating defeat in the form of crying and hefty sobbing with more tears shed.

Nevertheless, the schoolboy slowly embraced the refreshing reposed atmosphere when staying on Yuna's side. The refreshment also brought a little flaring spark of placidness within Hatoshi's mind, piece by piece blooming the comforting smile of being home alongside his loved one.

Embarking delirium enlivened the inside scenery of the slimy-like lavender cave as Frenzy Cloverland shrilled his mangling melody out. The Phantom occupied his enjoyment on the blood-red, flesh surface skin chair for the enjoying the complete gleeful celebration especially when he snapped his fingers back and forth.

Claiming the victory of fighting the mighty heroes of Rising Sun was not the only factor that blazed his heart with enthrallment. Instead, his mind projected the exact moment of Sparror saving his lovely person and resulted in awakening the sky-scrapping explosion from the deep slumber. Slumber occurred beneath the unfortunate building, precisely a tainted black crab on the middle spot, and emitted the shrouding blanket.

Playing the recollection of the memory enforced Frenzy Cloverland to clutch a pinkish and fresh tiny squid-shaped pencil with his enfolding thumb. He gazed down his thrilling eyes toward the central object standing on the enlarged green scally surface, a circular table with four scarlet octopus tentacles acting as the table's legs.

The object becoming Frenzy Cloverland's intriguing interest was a thick and large book with a blank cover made off pieces of human skin, choosing dark violet for the color. A sample cover that held around one hundred pages of the book is worth implementing for a novel of The Phantom's twisted imagination.

"Phantom!!" A harsh shout from Kenta who still wearing the white cloak with the exception of the mask was removed, revealing his indignant furrow onto Frenzy Cloverland who only unfurled a smooth smirk.

Frenzy Cloverland happily chuckled as he halted the squid pen from reaching the tip of the book's cover. Afterward, The Phantom closed his smirk and neatly replaced it with the curious wince for getting into the flow of the conversation with his fellow friend, Kenta.

"Kenta, what is the most desirable question you wanted to spread out as the music of my ears?!" Frenzy Cloverland insisted with a flourishing delightfulness blew through his distorted voice.

Kenta uneasily sighed and grunted, "It's just related with Sparror."

"So if Sparror didn't come back in a week should I kill you for my awakening?" Kenta asked, scratching the back of his head with his left. While the right fist was tightly clenched as if he was ready to land a hit on Frenzy Cloverland.

"Because only Sparror was worth it to claim his head since he is one of strongest prey I ever seen in my life," Kenta added, raising the little spark of the excitement of one-day hunting done or even claiming The Flaming Hero as the memorable trophy.

"Of course, you can do it. That's the part of the deal I settled with you, Kenta!!" Frenzy Cloverland remarked sprightly, beginning to step by step hurling down the engulfing violet tip of his squid shape pen.

Frenzy Cloverland giggled and said, "Also my friend, I think it's also can be a good material for my show too.

"Yes, the show that involving of losing my life and I'm also very happy if the possibility happens too." Frenzy Cloverland uttered, finally landing the tip of his pen and summoning wide-spread violet vines.

Kenta shrugged off and chortled, "You're indeed a bizarre creature. You didn't even care about your life."

"It's called strong and unyielding commitment as the true showrunner!!" Frenzy Cloverland replied avidly.

The Phantom pulled up the tip of his pen from the human-skin book cover as all the surfaces were tangled strictly by the violet vines. Thus, Frenzy Cloverland flipped the cover to the left and landed his pen on the smoky-violet empty first page, becoming the writing field of adding the vivacious content of his upcoming novel.

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