Shadow Worlds and Chaos Lights
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Original - Misc › -Slash - Male/Male
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Adult ++
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14
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This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance of characters to actual persons, living or dead and any likenesses to unoriginal characters are purely coincidental. The Author holds exclusive rights to this work.
Chapter 6.
IT WASN'T until he reached campus that Heedan finally stopped running.
St. Isolder's University was a huge castle-like building with stained-glass windows and doors big enough for a giant to walk through without risking hitting its head. The building itself was surrounded by a park area with fountains, Roman-inspired statues and fragrant flowers in all the colours of the rainbow.
Heedan sank down on one of the wooden benches, put there so that the students could sit on them when they had lunch or classes outside so that they didn't ruin the groundskeeper's award-winning lawn. He was totally exhausted. His breath burned in his throat, his pulse was rapid and rushed and his face flushed from the unplanned exercise. His hair had gotten loose from his ponytail and fell freely around his face, and his sweat-soaked shirt stuck against his back.
In an attempt to pull himself together and to slow his violently beating heart, he closed his eyes and hid his face in his hands, blocking out the surrounding world to focus on his breathing.
It was stupid; what on Earth had made him run like that? The weird messages, the mood itself, or was it simply the sound of his cell-phone spooking him way out of proportion? He groaned in annoyance; the same phone he apparently left on his kitchen table as he ran from the apartment like a paranoid maniac. Had he even locked the door? He didn't remember.
"Excuse me, but the class is about to start any minute," a soft and kind voice broke Heedan's trail of thoughts and he looked up at who had spoken.
It was a young man, dressed in a school uniform of the same kind Heedan wore himself. The man's jacket was tied around his slim waist and from his left shoulder hung a small, red sports bag. His dark blond hair fell loose down his back and his brown eyes sparkled with humour and kindness. The young man looked vaguely familiar, but Heedan couldn't place where he had seen him before.
"My name is Eoli Anaya," the man added as he saw Heedan's confused expression. "I was transferred here about a month ago; we have psychology together with Professor West, remember?" He smiled slightly, ready to apologise should he have mistaken Heedan for someone else. "You are Heedan, aren't you?" He held out his hand for Heedan to shake it.
At first, Heedan could do nothing except stare rather stupidly at the man before him, but then he nodded. "Yes, I remember you; you moved here with your brother right? And yes, you're right; I'm Heedan, Heedan Ortus. Nice to meet you, Eoli!"
Heedan took his hand and shook it. He knew that his own hand was still trembling slightly from the experience earlier, and that his palm was most certainly moist from sweat, but Eoli's handshake was strong and almost comforting.
Eoli smiled. "Are you okay? You look a little pale. Have you seen a ghost or something?"
His question was so earnest and straightforward that Heedan was struck by an impulse to tell him about everything that had happened to him during the past night and morning, but before he even had the time to open his mouth, the school bell started to ring, calling all the students to their classes.
Eoli sighed and swept a stray lock of his hair from his face. "Come on, we should go! You know our dear professor; she has a nervous breakdown if the students are even a second late." A mischievous sparkle suddenly filled his eyes and he lowered his voice to a whisper: "Race you to class!" He turned around and started to run towards the classroom without even a care to check if Heedan had accepted the challenge.
For a couple of seconds, Heedan just stood there looking at the young man speeding away from him, but then reality returned to him.
"Hey wait!" he took a deep breath and hurried to catch up with Eoli.
St. Isolder's University was a huge castle-like building with stained-glass windows and doors big enough for a giant to walk through without risking hitting its head. The building itself was surrounded by a park area with fountains, Roman-inspired statues and fragrant flowers in all the colours of the rainbow.
Heedan sank down on one of the wooden benches, put there so that the students could sit on them when they had lunch or classes outside so that they didn't ruin the groundskeeper's award-winning lawn. He was totally exhausted. His breath burned in his throat, his pulse was rapid and rushed and his face flushed from the unplanned exercise. His hair had gotten loose from his ponytail and fell freely around his face, and his sweat-soaked shirt stuck against his back.
In an attempt to pull himself together and to slow his violently beating heart, he closed his eyes and hid his face in his hands, blocking out the surrounding world to focus on his breathing.
It was stupid; what on Earth had made him run like that? The weird messages, the mood itself, or was it simply the sound of his cell-phone spooking him way out of proportion? He groaned in annoyance; the same phone he apparently left on his kitchen table as he ran from the apartment like a paranoid maniac. Had he even locked the door? He didn't remember.
"Excuse me, but the class is about to start any minute," a soft and kind voice broke Heedan's trail of thoughts and he looked up at who had spoken.
It was a young man, dressed in a school uniform of the same kind Heedan wore himself. The man's jacket was tied around his slim waist and from his left shoulder hung a small, red sports bag. His dark blond hair fell loose down his back and his brown eyes sparkled with humour and kindness. The young man looked vaguely familiar, but Heedan couldn't place where he had seen him before.
"My name is Eoli Anaya," the man added as he saw Heedan's confused expression. "I was transferred here about a month ago; we have psychology together with Professor West, remember?" He smiled slightly, ready to apologise should he have mistaken Heedan for someone else. "You are Heedan, aren't you?" He held out his hand for Heedan to shake it.
At first, Heedan could do nothing except stare rather stupidly at the man before him, but then he nodded. "Yes, I remember you; you moved here with your brother right? And yes, you're right; I'm Heedan, Heedan Ortus. Nice to meet you, Eoli!"
Heedan took his hand and shook it. He knew that his own hand was still trembling slightly from the experience earlier, and that his palm was most certainly moist from sweat, but Eoli's handshake was strong and almost comforting.
Eoli smiled. "Are you okay? You look a little pale. Have you seen a ghost or something?"
His question was so earnest and straightforward that Heedan was struck by an impulse to tell him about everything that had happened to him during the past night and morning, but before he even had the time to open his mouth, the school bell started to ring, calling all the students to their classes.
Eoli sighed and swept a stray lock of his hair from his face. "Come on, we should go! You know our dear professor; she has a nervous breakdown if the students are even a second late." A mischievous sparkle suddenly filled his eyes and he lowered his voice to a whisper: "Race you to class!" He turned around and started to run towards the classroom without even a care to check if Heedan had accepted the challenge.
For a couple of seconds, Heedan just stood there looking at the young man speeding away from him, but then reality returned to him.
"Hey wait!" he took a deep breath and hurried to catch up with Eoli.