Chapter 8

Senro's eyes slowly and gently opened up. For a few seconds, his vision was blurry, but gradually he began to regain clarity. He stared perplexedly at the white ceiling above him for a while, until memories of the events that took place right before he lost his consciousness began to flood his head, like a waterfall, vividly reminding him why he lost his consciousness in the first place.

"That fucking, insane bitch!!"

Senro cursed in muttered breaths, while gritting his teeth in rage, before gently attempting to sit up straight. Just when his back elevated halfway, a sharp jolt of pain suddenly coursed its way through his head, causing him to shrink his face in pain, as he placed his right hand over his forehead and squeezed gently, in an attempt to alleviate the pain. The pain didn't stop his assent though, as he sat up properly and assessed the surrounding in which he was in.

Senro was no longer in the hall in which he and Sasha fought the opponent. He was in a wide, scattered and very untidy room. Clothes, shoes, books, bags, accessories were flung and littered all over the floor, like stars scattered all around the moon. If one were to attempt to rummage through this jumble of mess in order to locate a particular item, it would literally be like finding a needle in a haystack. The room was the definition of an untidy environment, the epitome of a mess. The floor of the room had the same cream marble flooring, as the one in the hall in which he fought in. He was laying on a spacious, comfy bed, wide enough to contain up to four people comfortably, with clean, white linen sheet covering the bed. He was very familiar with the room he was in. This was his bedroom.

He must have been really knocked out hard to not even realize when he was been carried to his bedroom.

"Damn, that woman!!"

Senro cursed again with gritted teeth, as his train of thought unconsciously trailed back to the last moment before he lost his consciousness. Then, his rage filled face morphed into one of despondence and regret. He should have thought things through reasonably and rationally, before he launched himself at the opponent like that, but he couldn't just control when he noticed Sasha was in peril and in desperate need of his aid. He acted out of impulse, without even taking a second to reason, thereby presenting to the opponent an easy chance to capitalize on his advance.

It was a very, very stupid mistake and he knew this clearly. The first and the most important lesson he learnt in his training was to never act on impulse, no matter the circumstance. If he had just abided by this lesson and had thought things through, he might have found a way to turn the situation to both of their advantage and maybe, just maybe, things might have turned out better than expected. But no, he just had to act stupid and now he would be blamed for this loss. He was sure, without a doubt whatsoever, that he would be scolded by Sasha and his Mom for his stupidity. In his mind, he pictured the angry looking faces of his Mom and Sasha yelling and scolding him intensely and this caused him to feel more distraught and down heartened.

In his despondence, he took a glance at the multitude of his belongings which littered his room and sighed deeply before his lips broke into a self-pitying smile. His impulsive mistake wasn't the only thing that he would be scolded about. His Mom would have definitely entered his bedroom when he was been brought into it. She had told him times without number to always arrange and keep his room clean and tidy. She would angrily refer to his room as a 'pig style' and at times, without his consent, drag him to Sasha's room, which was always excessively clean and arranged and without a speck of dust in it, in order to force him to take some pointers from it on how to keep a room clean and tidy. This always infuriated him deeply, especially when he was been scolded in front of Sasha, but he didn't have the mind nor the audacity to make his feelings known to her.

His Mom was really, really scary, especially when she wasn't in a good mood. It would just be like poking a hornet's nest, if he were to angrily retort back to her. It wasn't that he was dirty and untidy like the impression his Mom had of him, it's just that it was hard at times to remember and locate certain belongings pertaining to him and so he ultimately ends up scattering everything in the room, just to locate those belongings and then he would feel lazy to rearrange the room once again. Of course, he couldn't explain this to his Mom, as it would only backfire and result to more insults and scolding from her.

KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK

Just as he was imagining how would bear the brunt of the scolding he would receive, he heard a soft knock on the ivory wooden door of his bedroom.

"Yeah, who is it?" Senro softly inquired, while nursing the headache he was still feeling.

"Senro, it is me. Is it okay for me to come in?" The knocker quickly responded.

Senro immediately recognized the voice. It was Sasha's voice, no doubt. He, in a flurry, scanned his room and embarrassment crept up on his face. He couldn't let Sasha see his room like this. He pictured the condescending smirk which Sasha always had on her face, whenever his Mom scolded him about his room and he was definite that if Sasha saw his room like this, that annoying smirk would once again appear on her face. He couldn't just stand to see that smirk.

"Sasha, hold on a second, I'm not dressed. I will come and meet you outside."

Senro hurriedly said, as he jumped off from the bed, ignoring his headache and fumbled to latch onto a black t-shirt on the floor to put over his muscular, toned, upper body, as he was only on the camouflage short he wore when fighting the opponent. He, then, dashed to the door in order to attend to Sasha, who was patiently waiting for him outside the room. He didn't want to keep Sasha waiting any longer, so she wouldn't be tempted to open the door and behold his messy room in all its glory.