Chapter 3: Your longings are open

The sea rushes.
The wind prevails.
The sand swirls in small fountains over the yellow sea, only to lie down again immediately.
The blue waves gently graze the yellow sea until the wind drives a large wave, like a protective wall, towards it.
Another fountain of yellow sand rises up.

Wind ...

The boy started and looked around, confused. Didn't he think he had just heard a voice? The black-haired boy, about 12 years old, stood there, but the shock quickly subsided and his gaze returned to the scenario. Wind brushed his pretty, even face as he brushed his hair out of his eyes with a routine movement. There, standing on the cliff, he looked across the wide beach and stared at the waves.
After a while he began tapping his foot impatiently until he winced. Annoyed, he pulled the cell phone out of his warm jacket pocket and answered it.

"Yes, Soubi?"
"To Goura, to the hot springs."
"I don't know why you still call me your master, but I know the method.
Take me to Goura!
This is an order. "

In a calm tone, he closed the cell phone and stared again at the open sea. He took a deep breath, and there was a determined determination in his eyes. "The School of Arms," ​​he muttered, and took a deep breath. Soon he would be there.

It is the wind that rules you.

The boy startled and looked around, confused. Did he fall asleep? He blinked his eyes tiredly and discovered that he was still on the bus. The bus to Goura seemed to be late, as the other, somewhat older, brown-haired boy noticed with a smile and a glance at the clock. A short time later he got off the bus. He had arrived.

Searching and interested, he looked around, and looked at the small, quiet place with its old, gnarled pines and the traditional Japanese houses.The one and other smaller, European-looking café here or the Japanese tea room there rounded off the picture and gave the viewer a cozy, almost rustic impression. Further back you could see the hot springs and two buildings that looked like hotels.

The boy's smile deepened as he let his gaze wander over the place and his eyes finally fixed on the two hotels. His happy expression was clouded by a brief frown while he searched around in his travel bag and finally found the address. "Funny, actually there should only be one hotel here, which is so famous for its hot springs ..." The brown-haired boy scratched his head, visibly confused, and stopped, slightly indecisive.

"Are you looking for something?"

He turned around in surprise. In front of him stood a small, petite girl with black hair and a shopping bag in her hand. He stared at her, and suddenly he noticed that the girl was looking at him with the same look. Suddenly it happened. A lighting up of two handcuffs, the appearance of the name'Lightless'.
A new connection had been made.

Wind ...

"The wind outside has increased a lot! Brr, cold ..." Shivering, Tari closed the door to her balcony and looked at Noe, who was putting away her closet, humming softly to the radio. "Yes, isn't it?" She replied, and went back to her suitcase. Meanwhile, her tomcat Kuroi was still undergoing a health check, ordered by Nagisa-sensei, whose hysterical behavior seemed to reveal a phobia against cats.
Even if Noe only showed it in her smallest movement, Tari felt the inner satisfaction and the slight happiness of her weapon through their connection. Smiling, Tari looked around her new room to see what the two of them would live in from now on.The bed a little more comfortable, the view a little nicer, the location a little quieter. Tari was also filled with inner satisfaction when she pensively looked out the window with another cup of blueberry tea. And yet - in spite of all the luck, Noe believed he sensed the faint doubt that had crept into the heart of her Sacrifice.

"Misaki, Daisuke ... are you all right?"

The supposedly softly mumbled question reflected the lingering pain in Tari's heart, and Noe felt confirmed when she put the last item of clothing out of her suitcase, calmly put the suitcase in a corner, and Tari calmly just shake hands put on the shoulder. They lingered like that, even when it was getting late to dinner and they should have hurried to get some more food. But the two sat quietly, as a unit, and waited.

Meanwhile, Alex closed the tilted windows in Alex and Daisuke's bathroom and room with a quiet "It's way too cold for permanent ventilation". While Alex's suitcase was still unpacked on the bed, Daisuke had stowed his things neatly in the closet for a long time, now sat thoughtfully in the armchair and stared out the window. Alex, on the other hand, was scurrying around the room, apparently a little uncertain, looking at something here, something else there. Sometimes he glanced at Daisuke, but Alex said nothing. He was too insecure to react to the mood of his weapon.

Ultimately, his gaze stopped completely on Daisuke, and he stopped some distance in front of him. He looked at him uncertainly. "I ..." he began.
At that moment Daisuke looked up and looked at Alex. The rest of the words stuck in Alex's throat, his eyes faltering. The whole time he felt the inner chaos of his weapon as clearly as if someone had put a warning sign inside him. And it was precisely this intensity of feelings that unsettled him, he didn't know how he could have supported Daisuke.They didn't know each other enough for him to really know.
But the moment when Daisuke had dropped his protective wall and looked up to Alex for help, he only noticed his uncertainty. Daisuke suddenly realized how much he was burdening his sacrifice with himself.

"What did you want to say? Sorry, I must have interrupted you."

There it was again, the distance that made Alex so insecure. He flinched back. What had become of the daisuke that he had known all along to be his weapon, to whom he had given anonymous gifts, to whom he had watched from afar to be shy to speak to him? Alex no longer understood the world. And shocked as he was, he took Daisuke's distance.

“You are right, I should get us something to eat.” With these words he literally stormed out of the room and left Daisuke alone in his emotional chaos. Daisuke, in turn, had built his protective wall around himself again, Alex didn't look after him. As soon as the door was slammed, Daisuke slumped and buried his head in his arms. What was the matter with him? Actually, he should consider himself lucky that he had Alex. Not every sacrifice or weapon was lucky enough to meet their partner while they were still in school, even if they were already above the average age.

"Tari ... what have you been doing to me?" The sentence escaped Daisuke's mouth before he could grasp the implications of it all. His eyes widened in horror, but that desperate expression quickly returned to his face. Why now? Why you? She drove him crazy, drove him insane, on the verge of despair, her and her situation. But, by God, how could he have changed that?

At least one happy smile could be seen that evening when Misaki showed Takuya around the school of weapons. As soon as he registered with the director, he was registered as 'Lightless' and was to be quartered in Misaki's current room instead of Taris.Misaki had also seen the registrations of two other teams on the Ritsu-Sensei table that day; her suspicions about Daisuke and Tari remained unconfirmed, but Misaki believed she had enough certainty. "Are they both okay too?" Thought briefly through her head, and her mood was dampened for a tiny moment, and Takuya looked at her worriedly for a moment, but didn't show anything else. When Misaki interrupted her flow of speech shortly before the canteen, he stopped and turned to her.

"Even if I don't know them, there is something wrong with them, right? Since you saw these registration forms at the headmaster, something has depressed you." He stood in front of her with a faint smile and looked at his weapon. "Are you not okay?"
Misaki looked up at him and couldn't help smiling, but at the same time she had tears in her eyes. When was the last time someone worried about her like that? Though Tari had always looked after her, Takuya's concern seemed more sincere than Tari's. She just felt that she and Takuya had something special in common. And so it no longer lasted. She fell into Takuya's arms. He closed her and hugged her while Misaki cried softly. "You are not alone anymore.", He muttered, and stroked Misaki's head soothingly. He didn't care about his gun. He knew that it was tears of joy that were being shed around him.

Takuya looked up in surprise when suddenly a head of gray hair stood in front of them. “Sorry, didn't you hear the call?” And with that he ran on towards the quarters. Misaki broke away from Takuya's embrace and smiled at him apologetically. "Thanks," she smiled.

"... This appeal applies to all weapons and sacrifice in this school. The gates are now closed. All are invited to complete their respective missions.Good luck! "

With this appeal, all the students swarmed out of their rooms, the canteen and other parts of the school to start the big tournament.

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Hello everyone first!

I hope that you enjoyed this chapter, even if it was a little shorter than the others, as I will not work on a part that I originally planned for this chapter until the next one.

I hope you are still interested in this FF ... since the last chap was a little bit ago ^^ '* stand in the corner> <* But since I always try very hard to revise the chapters, it always takes forever ^^ '-. - In addition, this time my PC deleted a finished output ... which is why this is shorter here!

I hope you stay true to me anyway, your dorisu ^^