Accost Splendora ❷ C-5_42 Under The Peach Tree

Book By Ryan T.S

Chapter 5

Page 42- _Almighty Passion_

   'Rise and shine!," yelled the warm rays spawning through transparent laces, hung from plain steel blue curtains.

The Autumn sun wiped out dampers on a beautiful morning, singing good "all tells" into Haruno's ears.

       'It's saturday and you can sleep all you want," it gently whispered, rocketing into her category of splendid news.

Pocketing a small edged smile, she gracefully rolled away from the rays, and continued basking in bliss.  Glorious!, she tagged the feeling as nothing but divine. Her soothing comfy sheets hushed windy gushes, constantly whirling in from the open bedroom window.

'One more person and it becomes heaven," a nasty thought swarm afloat, bashing the poor girl with visible blushes.

Mollified by a gentle repose, her sleep worn hands stealthily snuck up to shut lids in shame. She turned twice from itches, until meeting the friendly yet cold floor with a thud.       'Oww!," a pale whimper drew out deafened by the loud yell. Creating a sequel to the pathetic fall, her embarrassing but seductive imaginations instantly vanished, completely cleared of traces.

But who cared?, she could still stand up, coil back like a baby, and pull out an even more flashier and close to reality vision. That too countless times for the whole day. After all, a week had flown by, ever since chancing a real good night sleep. Indulging in the luxuries of a free weekend was all she flared "capable of".

She deserved such, having endured a hell-ish week mounted with stressful people, in addition to endless requests too stupid to even answer. Concentration phased the first issue, too much peace despite carrying a stalker bounty. No doubt Haruno's devil had gone back for more _mojo_, caressing unnerving fear in Haruno's heart.

Might rushing into small hands, she easily hauled her weak body off the floor, and sprung up a cozy bed.     'Ahhh... This is definitely paradise," she mumbled, further from the levels of her rowdy neighbors. Sympathy would have been the anesthetic for pitiful Rin, who enjoyed perfect happiness ignorant of her untimely bad luck. Never once did she dream of some breeze clasping gifts of annoying hisses, besting the most inconvenient of arrivals.

Well, honestly, too much predictions wouldn't have helped, or so she lied to herself, only to spike a half-closed wicked glance at the ringing phone.  She disturbed the quiet house with plenty echoes of a frustrated clicking tongue, and brusquely fished the damn thing of her counter.

Rintarõ.... _Hello!?_

Passionate rage tendered by an almighty tone blew into the mic, startling even the young mistress. No thanks to her sullied fierce mood, the other end stayed cold for quite a while. Invisible twin telling her to hang up, low breath intakes and panting attacked the speaker.

To Be Continued...