Knife To Meet You! 20 The Calm - Part 2

Kyvas read that note again, for maybe the twentieth time since they had received the message. Just a single line. Yet it was all he could think of.

It was his final hope for ever getting back to his world.

And yet he was scared. He was almost certain it was a lost hope. Something that would not come true now. He wanted to meet the Immortal as soon as he could. Not because he was impatient to get home, but because he wanted closure. But at the same time, even thinking about confronting the reality of the situation was scary, so he wanted the meeting to never happen as well.

"KRYS!", Jach's voice echoed from his and Krys's room throughout the house. "I can't find my quill. I'm grabbing one of yours!"

Krys Jafferi, who was in the process of enjoying a piece of bread, jumped out of his seat. "MO BAIT!", he yelled, his mouth still full. He then gulped down what he could and ran to his room. "Which one are you- NO! NOT THAT ONE!"

Kyvas rolled his eyes. Metaphorically, of course. He hadn't known the two for four days, even, but he could tell how particular Krys could be about those quills of his.

He heard Krys explain about which quills were off limit and which he Jach could use. He wasn't too keen on listening in though.

So he looked at the note again.

'...this evening.'

He was a bit frustrated that there was no precise time given on that. 'Evening' was too vague of a time frame.

'Gaaah!- I'll keep thinking about it as long as I can see it!', he exclaimed.

He flipped the page upside down with telekinesis with ease. He had gotten much better at that over the past couple of days. Krys and Jach had let him practice it continuously. Now he could enchant himself with that ability at a moments notice. Though he found keeping himself enchanted and just using the ability whenever he wanted to be more convenient. Unfortunately, he couldn't use the ability on himself.

Over the last couple of days Kyvas had spent most of his time in the living room of the Jafferi's. He would spend his time with the two of them talking and chatting about his world, or watch the two's antics sometimes. When he had nothing else to do he would either practice enchanting and telekinesis, or read a book he had found on the bookcase about the history of Karia.

Sometimes he'd do both. Pulling the book out of the bookcase and flipping its pages while he read. He didn't need to do that. With his sight he could read the content even if the book was closed. But It was good practice, and the book could get rather boring at times.

'The Immortal is en-route. He'll be here by thi... G.o.dd.a.m.nit!', Kyvas found himself reading the flipped over note again.

The sound of hurried footsteps stole his attention. Kyvas turned his vision to see Jach hurrying out of his room and making his way to the front door. He had one of Krys's quills in his hand.

"You BETTER be careful with that!", Krys yelled from inside the room.

"When am I not?", Jach retorted, and opened the door.

'W-WAIT JACH!' Kyvas yelled out.

Jach winced in response and tried to cover his ears.

The volume of thoughts doesn't diminish with distance, Kyvas realized. To Jach, it must have felt like someone yelled right next to his ears.

'...Oops, sorry.'

"Too b.l.o.o.d.y loud!", Jach whined.

'Yeah, I know... Sorry...'

Krys popped his head out to see what was going on, but he didn't say anything.

"Don't its- Just what did you want?", Jach asked.

'Oh- Take me with you, please', Kyvas requested. Whenever he was not in the living room, he was with either Krys or Jach in their cla.s.ses. While nothing other than enchanting had caught his eye, and Jach certainly wasn't going to teach enchanting in his cla.s.s today, Kyvas still thought he would be better there than he would be here with that note.

Jach ma.s.saged his temple with one hand. His other started to work on a telekinesis spell.

"...Fine." Kyvas was sent gliding over to Jach's hand.

"Kyvas! Make sure he doesn't lose that quill!", Krys called out behind them.

"Oh I'll buy you a new one if something happens, quiet down already!", Jach replied before Kyvas could, then ducked out the door and closed it behind him.

Kyvas couldn't help but smile a little at the two.

Jach stuffed Kyvas into his belt. "...Are you alright?", he then asked.

'Huh?'

"I said 'Are you alright?'" He repeated. "You've been out of it since that message. Are you nervous? Scared?"

'...Yeah.', Kyvas sighed. 'It's scary...'

Jach hummed in agreement. "I can imagine. Just the fact that there's a chance that... I would be terrified."

Kyvas nodded. 'It's more than just that.' He didn't know if he could ever return now. It was the fourth day since he had arrive here. Krys and Jach's experiments hadn't even lasted seven days, and that was enough for Kyvas to have those blackouts for three months. How much time must have pa.s.sed on Earth in these four days? Almost two months? Would he even have a functional body to return to anymore?

"Hm?"

'I...', Kyvas couldn't bring this up even now. 'Let's not talk about this right now.'

"Alright.", Jach did not push the topic any further.

Kyvas was glad about that.

They walked in silence till Jach reached the end of the hallway. There he took out his quill to open up the door.

His quill, not Krys's. Krys's quill was still in his cloak.

'You said you lost your quill.', Kyvas asked.

"I lied", A small smile appeared on Jach's face.

Kyvas shared a quizzical look with him.

"Krys was scared today too.", Jach explained.

'I... didn't notice that.', Kyvas admitted.

"Of course you didn't.", The door opened. Jach headed out of the floor. "You were busy moping with your own thing."

Kyvas furrowed his brows. 'Then, why take his quill?'

"I wanted to distract him somehow. Y'know, so he wouldn't be so worried!", Jach looked a little proud of himself.

'By... Giving him something else to worry about?', Kyvas did not understand his logic at all.

Jach shrugged. "It works for him."

'... You aren't very good at rea.s.suring people, are you?'

"It works for him." Jach just repeated himself.

'...I still don't get it.'

Halfway down their route to the cla.s.sroom, Kyvas felt a faint mana pulse emerge from a corridor they pa.s.ses though. He tracked it back to a man in green robes - A janitor as he'd found out - and to a snapped gla.s.s rod in his hands.

Thinking nothing much of it, he ignored it and they continued on to cla.s.s.