Kapitel 3: Chapter 1-2
Author's note: Re:zero and MANY other's anime and games are not belong to me as it belongs to their respective owner. OCs are the only exception.
Chapter 1.2:
Starting New Lives in Another World
The nephew, a visual art professor, has seen many things. But, this is new - reflected upon his hazel orbs was his uncle, who's at present sitting upright upon his pink mattress, single-bed, whose pink pajama and body were under the rain of his own sweats.
"...Uncle?" A taut, low sound arose from the nephew's overweight throat with the filling of worry as the nephew's eyebrow raised and knitted as he stared upon his uncle - who's dotted-pupils drilling the mattress of his bed. The heavy sound originating from the nephew's throat arises at the moment his arms reach towards the slim shoulder of his uncle.
Motionless his uncle, the nephew held with tender the uncle's shoulder and five fingers of the nephew is now in a similar condition as his uncle - cloak in sweats. With shoulder in his grasp, he seizes the chance and shook his uncle's shoulder with the gentleness of a parent - and once the nephew does so, the uncle blinks.
"So-" Out of his nightwear, the uncle's now in his "usual attire": polo shirt with sleeves up to his slim elbows that drenched in snow and charcoal pants that suitable for working out - signaling his willingness and readiness to jump on work "-that happens?"
"Yeah, and it freaks me out a moment ago-" adorn in a modern fit suit, scribble with obsidian, and within a simple white button-up shirt, the nephew has one of his eyebrows arch upwards as he stared at the uncle "are you sure you alright? You know you could stay at home for today, right ?"
"Nah, it's nothing-" a light, high sound shot towards the nephew's shell-like ears before he slurp the remaining noodle of the pork broth noodle that is settling upon the void-color table "So yeah, don't worry about it".
"Uncle"
"I know you're worried-" he said sitting facing towards the nephew who stood up from his seat and started to carry both bowls back to the kitchen of their apartment "-but I'm fine, so you have nothing to worry about" the uncle said with one end of his thin lips curve upwards towards the heaven.
The nephew's face harden as he stared at the hazel orbs of his uncle before relaxing his face's muscle as he closes his eyes with his eyebrows downward and a sigh, then the nephew open his eyes and released a heavy sound at the same time.
"Sure"
He was not 'sure'.
Inside of a classroom was a nephew who's had his mind split; one was worried-sick over his uncle, as this is the first time the nephew saw with his chestnuts eyes that his uncle experienced a particular situation this morning, the other was focusing on teaching new-year students the basic of visual arts.
Wearing a bright-sakura apron - the one he usually wore is now in the bin - appear upon the nephew's eyes of chestnuts was ordinary: vertical and horizontal rows of students with canvas before them as bags, and backpacks, of equipment organized for the knowledge given to them by their teacher; art supplies riddle the right and left corner of the rectangular classroom with painting, photography, and other subjects of the fine arts dangle upon the marble-white wall.
-As suspected, along with evidence of paints riddling the wooden floor, the classroom was an ordinary "art class".
Residing within the city of [Taitō], of the [land of the "rising sun"], the institution the nephew is teaching at implied the nephew's proficiency in the land's native tongue; Japanese - [Tokyo University of the Art] is its title.
With the aura of the art supplies crawling upon the air, tickling the senses of the inhabitants of the class, the nephew's eyebrows lower and knitted together as he continues the thought of his uncle flowing within his mind.
"Whatever troubling uncle…he doesn't want to discuss it-" ponder with expression harden whilst still teaching, tickling the students' worries as their joyful teacher taken a transformation "-...uncle never tells something horrible to keep his friends from being afraid or worry…must be something horrible in his sleep or - whatever it is."
As the orotund sound originated from the nephew's throat engulfed the classroom, a thundering sound echoes through the hall of the university and reaches upon the nephew's classroom. The nephew's eyes widen at the piercing, insistent sound of the bell, and close the hard-cover book within his grasp - hearing a dull, heavy thump before blinking his eyes.
Knocking, the sound erupted from the conflict between the sole of his shoes and the concrete road below, as the nephew passed through the crowd - whispers and chatters are clawing his ears that are attached to both sides of his rounded head - in the middle of Tokyo.
-The bus station more specifically.
Walking with his uncle together, under the concrete roof with pillars, the nephew lets the train of thought come racing through his artistic mind - ignoring the jibber-jabber of others, as lines slither as snakes towards the bus before them, including them.
The nephew has gone through many situations, with the aim of shedding away the barrier that his uncle put around himself; he could pursue the uncle by pressuring him, but that would end in an argument; he could talk to him and comfort him like this morning, but it may end like this morning; lastly, he could bribe him…which might be the only way possible.
Pondering under the blanket of night, as snow sprayed upon the skyscrapers within [Taitō] city, both nephew and uncle sat upon one of the available chairs of the rectangular, multicoloured, four-wheel bus.
The soft, comfortable shook the nephew out of his world as he looked around with widened eyes. The uncle, who has been watching the nephew, raises an eyebrow as he gawks.
"...You okay?" he said, the uncle's voice causing the nephew's hazel eyelids to close as he blinks before looking at the uncle who's sitting next to him.
"...yeah I'm okay-" he lied, with a curve-upwards lip on his circular face "-just thinking about dinner"
"...-" the uncle stared with his eyes with 'disbelief' as filling like a bun "-seriously?. Now ?" but ended with a smirk.
"Well, I'm hungry, so-"
"Protect him" a harp-whisper shot through the air like a jet to both shell-like ears of the two. At soon as the bullet his, they both whipped their head so their hazel eyes aim at the back of the bus.
-Nothing - besides the other passengers that gossip or asleep.
"...What's the fuck was that?!" Faster than racecars and piercing like a bullet, the sentence raced through their mind as the two stared at the back before staring into the eyes of each other.
"..."
"..."
As the both of them returned their lines of vision back to the front, they blinked
-Again
-Again
-Again
-Then again, but it is still the same…They're not on the bus anymore.
End of chapter 1
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