Accost Splendora ❷ C-12_120 Under The Peach Tree

Book By Ryan T.S

Chapter 12

Page 120- _Crimson Resemblance_

Rintarõ.... _Hello?_

Diffident to a minute stall, her ear moved towards the mic.

???..... _Hey Rin, sorry to call on such short notice, but i have something to tell you._

The unmistakable voice of deep sounding Keisuke flew out audibly shrilled. Though to Rin, emotions weren't much of a worry, thrilled to exchange words with her boyfriend.

Rintarõ.... _Just the voice i wanted to hear, you can tell me anything you want._

Keisuke.... _This will be hard to receive but please hold on, i've been given less than a minute to call. Since i barely escaped with a warning the last press invasion, my mom has decided to pull me out of Koniaki. In fact, she's set on sending me back to England. But don't worry, i'll try everything i can to convince her no. I've lost you once and i refuse to repeat the same past. Sorry, but i think my time's up. Just know, no matter what happens, i'll always lov.... Sorry young sir, but lady Aosaka insisted you hang up._

Off with a beeping tone, the other end bailed out. Some could say words of assurance were at least better than the hell like afternoon, but to predictive Haruno, it deemed more worry than most things. Having felt a tiny spasm of joy, the emerged emotion diminished, rivaled by escalating sorrow.

In less worrisome situations she would've blacked out for a haven of tranquility, but fortified _little miss genius_ was more than capable to stand on her own. More so now that her past was about to repeat itself, backing down faired far from a new resolve.

And thanks to her chin-down-palm brave posture, enemies of the bad luck world kept at bay.

Rounding up ideas for a loophole, a loud knock tore through downstairs.    'Who is it now!".

Flipping the glass lookout of her door, an unfamiliar figure awaited. She dared a small squeak open by, seconding no thought whatsoever.

Caped with long similar snow white hair whilst radiant tiny strands spiked up, stood a fine gentleman of high stature. Despite flaunting a face etched with glasses, his bright eyes shone a crimson red colour.

Rintarõ.... _Who are you?_

Gentleman.... _Can i come in first?_

She looked far out the window catching the marvelous sight of a gorgeous black car. No way he could be a bad person, or bad news messenger, she told herself and opened the door.

Close up clear enough he walked in, boldly bodied by a cloud white one button peak lapel. Same as the bottoms completing pleasantries of a plain white suit. Quite the oddly striking face, but staring deeper she perceived a resembled mask.

To Be Continued.......