"Today someone picked on him." Bison reported once they sat in the cafeteria. Nice was silently seated at the edge.
"Guys where is Dylan?" Nice asked after scanning around.
"I asked info on him and was told he rarely eats." Tiw responded. As he sat beside him placing a plate full of food stuff before him.
"I saw him at the door of your class. Maybe he wanted to see you or something." Sheen commented.
"His class?" Joseph asked for reassurance.
"Yeah he seemed angry or something." Nice raised his brows and turned to the prepared meal.
"Why are you seated with Madrigal bandmates? " A voice came. It was him.
"Can't I do anything in peace?" He asked as he looked at him.
"Oops he wants to eat!" He shouted holding the plate at hand with his finger tips. Everyone here seemed to fear him. He raised his hand symbolizing everyone on the table not to react. Henry turned the plate ready to pour the food on his face but instead Nice twisted his hand and let go. The metallic plate fell with a bang as silence dawned.
"Let me eat in peace." He stated as he sat and begun eating. Murmers begun as He ry walked away cursing.
"He'll be back." A voice came then a tap on his shoulder. It was her. His desk mate.
"Was that a threat?" Charlie asked.
"Maybe yes, maybe no." Tay responded as they continued eating.
"Do you think I'm insane?" Dylan asked as he dusted the portrait.
"Why?"
"I feel bad I wasn't the one to save him. What is the use of the feeling I have if I can't protect him with my power?" He asked then placed the portrait in it's position.
"I don't know. My wife wasn't that hard to find. Some monk found me a white spirit and married us. Love came later." He stated casually.
"Arranged marriage?"
"Yeah, no. Something like soulmates. But I have an idea that can help."
"What?" Full interest was accelerated in him.
"Find his weak spot. Like for my wife it was her neck."
"Why? I don't want to kill him."
"Not death weak spot. Like somewhere if touched he feels weak. Like the other day when he kissed you. Your reaction."
"Where if I touch him he'd be aroused?"
"I didn't want to use the word jackass. I'm your great grandfather. Respect."
"Okay. If I find it...why should I find it?"
"So that you may find out how stupid you are."
"Stop rubbing it in. I know I'm stupid in terms of love."
"If you want someone to be yours place a label."
"A hickey? It shows ownership."
"No. Would he give himself to you like that?"
"If he likes me..."
"You are soo..."
"Dumb. I know. With no reason I'll find his weak spot so you stop calling me dumb."
"Okay." The guy stated. Why was this boy so illiterate in terms of love? Then the door opened. Nice walked in. He had a packed meal on his hand.
"You haven't eaten. Here." He handed the food to him.
"It can be any part." A voice came. Nice heard it but ignored. Dylan grabbed the food plus his hand. Then pulled it close to his mouth. His breath swept the pale hands warmly.
"The hell!" Nice repremanded as he pulled himself off.
"What? I wanted to know if your hand is also pale." The lie wasn't coming along.
"I wanted to know if..."
"Why did you kiss me the other day?" The question came. The smooth hand he just held. Seemingly he reacts to all physical contact ways he makes with this guy. He ignored the question and rushed to the bathroom.
"Seems like someone is gonna release some gas." He stated as he sat on his desk and pulled out his leather book.
"What are you looking at?" He asked then turned to the portrait. It was silent.
"If you'd like to know something just ask. Don't eyedrop."
"Eyedrop, eavesdrop" a response came.
"You are using your eyes." He stated as he looked at the book with dispair.
"Many memories?" He asked in a lower tone.
"More than enough." The response came. Then he was silent. The door opened without alert as Tiw walked in.
"What's up?" He asked skipping on Nice's bed."
"Nothing."
"When you are on that book you are always upto something."
"I'm collecting data. Just found two golden spirits. A dead white spirit and oh a normal human with a purple shaded spirit." He stated looking at the hand that touched him trying to pick the book.
"Nice..!!" He stated as he hurriedly removed his hand.
"Spit it. What are you keeping from me? I know it's something stupid so say it."
"Now this is odd." The portrait stated but Nice ignored it.
"There is a party tonight. The guys are going." He stated as he scratched the back of his head.
"It's just a damn party plus you guys know just how much I hate crowded places. If you are going just go." This was like the green light. He turned to the door once a bracelet fell.
"Walk in!" He commanded as they followed each other one by one.
"So...can we go?" Sheen spoke.
"Guys you are seventeen. You are grown men. Go if you wish not coming to ask for permission from me as if we are ten year olds." He stated as they begun walking out.
"Oh plus don't drink nor smoke or else I'll send my black baby to you."
"What is a party without drinks?"
"Ooh alot. With drinks you'll get drugged. If you are, handle the stuff alone and say bye to Madrigal empire." His response was always strict. He knew Nick could care for himself but with these boys it was different. He needed to have them in line.
"Yes boss." They all responded as they sluggishly walked out. Tiw was last as he locked the door.
"Missy" he called as a white spirit appeared. It was a bunny.
"Protect our friends." He stayed as the bunny floated out.
"You still send them guards."
"I was told my job is to care for them. So if I don't then why do I have this power?" He stated as he begun writing. Once done the bathroom door opened.
"Happened again?" Madrigal asked smiling.
"Maybe."
"What happened?" Nice asked as he took out a Biology book.
"Nothing much." They responded at once.
"Wait you can see him?" Dylan asked as he looked at the portrait happily.
"Yes. Why?" He asked as he continued turning the pages.
"Finally someone else who is nut minded."
"Choose your words correctly Mr."