Iori's
Secret Life(1)
written by Setsuna
Dash
Chapter One- Ice Among Flames
The black carpet that plots the floor, the
walls that brightens the room... and finally, the bass guitar that compels a man behind. The man in red
pants, stands at the window side, peering out. He seems to be in dilemma.... With
the cigarette in his left hand that shone his ring, he smokes heavily, about three packs in an hour. The
moonlight shines at his red and glossy hair and he lifts up to look at it...
He points up his cigarette to his lips, takes a
heavy puff and sighed at the moon, " What a night...." he speaks out and his eyes
gleam in distress. Feeling blue, he holds up his guitar and gets ready to strum
it when his cell phone rang. It's a tune of his own written song. Though he have not
particular preference for it, he just leaves it there because he never really liked the
tune of the cell phone that comes with.
"Hello, Yagami-san...." a girl's voice trembles
with fear and depression.
Iori Yagami replies back.
"What's wrong? Sick or what?" he says in a
no-patience tone.
"I... I... am ...am lost..." she cries in fright
and loneliness. The girl was lost.
"Physically... or mentally....?" Now it seems to
interest Iori as he gradually pays attention to it.
"....... mentally.. I need your help... can you
come over to my house, I need to talk to someone because my parents are.... arguing over me..." As she
speaks, her voice turns weak each time and starts to
cry.
"Stop the crying. I'll be over in a jiffy.
Remember, don't come out of your room until I come, get it?" Without
waiting for an answer, Iori hung up.
He puts his guitar down and
padded to his dressing room. He picks a white shirt with a black cross on his
back and carries a black fur coat with him. He passes his table, gets his cell phone and slams the door
shut with the jiggling sound of his car keys.
He proceeds to his garage and pushes his
motorbike out. It is a Harley, rather new and expensive. It was
autumn and the winds are blowing cold. But he ignored the side factors and persevered to
get to her house.
The booming sounds of the engine stirred the air.
The white smoke caused by the condensation of cold air
was all over. He placed his helmet on and sped off with the wind.
The cold night gleams in the neon lights of
shopping centres. He did not even take a good look and
swiveled through the shopping areas. Night winds brushed his helmet and his eyes of blue shone with an
erratic scent. It did not feel like the old Iori everyone knows.. What was it?
In less than ten minutes, he arrived at her
doorsteps. Moving nearer and nearer, he could her what
her parents were talking about.
"She ain't my daughter! There is no
physical resemblance at all! Were you unfaithful to me!!??" her father
insisted.
Foolish idiots, Iori thought.
"She is your only child!! How can you not
believe??!!" her mother cried.
Incompetent, Iori thought a second time. He lifted
up his head and looked her room. It was lighting with a diminishing blue light. He gave the door a rough
kick and the door flung open vigorously.
" Who are you?" both her parents squealed in fright, of his red hair and
scary appearance. They tremble with fright and almost fell to the ground.
He gave them a hard stare. It was hard enough to
drive them shouting. He slowly walked past them and up to her room.
She sensed his arrival. She stopped her crying and
turned her head towards the door when suddenly, a
piece of tissue appeared before her eyes.
"Dry your tears. I don't want to see you crying."
Iori said uncaringly. She felt comforted for that moment
and she cried once more. She dashed to his arms and hugged him dearly.
"Iori!! Thank you for coming!!" she said happily
through the tears in her eyes.
Part 2 coming up...