Kiltering Mayhem

Before i put my hands over the wonderful breast of the woman, two new passengers arrive, entering in the cabinet, closing the door behind them, even when is evident that they feel something is a miss in the current scene.

{Ah!, What a bad timing!}

I can't be more enrage by this outcome; Because not every day a woman offers her body to me, and much less she doesn't back off at the last moment.

{Still, How is it possible that I failed to notice this two when they were approaching?, Maybe they have Extremely High Zöhår?, that would be doable though}

It is irrelevant, I can't let my senses rust down just because i am not fighting anymore in the Northern Front against the Farioth.

—Let me be blunt, Are you Trektör?.

One of the two new passengers asks me with a tone of voice that is a bit too sure about the answer, even when he is not wrong.

The Young Man is acceptable fit and tall, 4.10 meters to be exact; His lavender hair is not short or long, having a little bit of tuft above his forehead; The rest of his factions are quite striking for a man, a handsome face that shows comprehensive kindness with a gentle glare brimming wisdom and logic out of his bright aqua green irises.

{This characteristics look so familiar, But my memories are fuzzy, probably someone i met as a kid before the cataclysmic earthquake that almost killed me on the watchtower when i was still living in the Orphanage}

—Yes, I am…, Perhaps… , You are, Carmorac?.

—That is correct…

—How do you recognize me?.

I question him, unable to contain my curiosity and half concern, after all, my hair, moustache and beard are long, objectively dirty and they are looking almost gray, rather than the Maroon Burgundy of my top hair and the dark black of my lower hair.

—Trektör, haha, Sorry to disappoint you, But you look exactly the same as you did more than two decades ago, you know, you are just a tad taller, well, much taller than I could have ever anticipate, I actually thought you would never be capable of surpass the 3 meters of height, hahaha…

The laugh of my long lost acquittance surprises his companion as the voice reverberates in the cabinet while he takes the seat in front of the the Sirein Farioth Woman.

Observing the second person that arrived to the cabinet, i realize she is a cute young girl, or even she already is mature enough to qualify as something more, but her beautiful face exudes naivety and innocence.

Similar to Carmorac, she has green aqua irises, but her hair is long, with a light orange shade accompanied by a blonde amber braided hairstyle, enhancing the well mannered Damsel her demure clothes are showing already.

—My apologize Trektör.

Express Carmorac with enthusiasm.

—I am so joyful of encountering you again after so long that i forgot to introduce her, well, introduce us appropriately.

Clearing his throat, my old friend since we live in the Orphanage speaks with great eloquence.

—This is my Young Sister, Heliaette Saitruss, the youngest of my siblings, and I am Cadmus Carmorac, Both of us belong to the "Clïegdren" family, but i hope that doesn't change anything between our friendship, Citronella…

I almost burst into laugh at the way Carmorac call his sister, but i manage to hold off as the woman in my left.

—This is Trektör, the most badass man i know, and that was when he barely reach a meter in height, hahaha…

{Ah!, So annoying!, He is not going to let that go… , but this is precisely what i want to find out in a friendship, truthfulness regardless something as banal and ever changing as emotions}

—So, my not older than me friend, Are you going to present your…?.

—She is someone i stump upon enter this room, aside being a bombshell a step away of becoming a warhead, i do not know her in the slightest.

—Oh!, So she is rocking more than your world?!.

Excited inquire Carmorac, even with my previous remark, but before anyone could replay to him, his sister intervenes.

—Do not be so vulgar and have more decorum with your questions "Grand Brother".

I can't contain myself anymore and laugh whole heatedly.

—Jajaja, Seriously Carmorac?!, "Grand Brother"?, In all this years you couldn't get over it.

—Guilty as charged, but you can't hold it against me Trektör, I was in a new place out of nowhere, not really being welcomed, and i just miss hearing it from the sweet dreamy voice of "Laiara", Plus Citronella lost a bet so she has to do it anyway.

—And that nickname?.

—Is to show her how much i love my smallest cute sister.

—Fecketh (Fuck) that shit!, You call her like that to annoy her, Just like you did with "Clonggy", Because of that i can't even remember his real "Spark Name".

A sarcastic "—No, i truly express my care for her~, and the other one is not my fault" leaves Carmorac's lips, disregarding his responsibility on blurring my memories of how our friend was named; However the sister of Carmorac prefers to stay silent and not speak to me.

—Don't mind her Trektör, she is an extremely sheltered lady that doesn't know the world and still believes that any kind of rudeness or being mouthful stains your soul, So she refrains herself from making comments to those who use this type of language because she doesn't tolerate such behavior.

—Jajaja, As you already pointed out, the world is not a nice place, and if she believes this is bad, she would kill herself at hearing what a Farioth of the Northern Front would make to her; Because in the end, life is filled with moments that we don't want or like, but sometimes we don't have an alternative aside doing what is needed, at any cost.

Carmorac nods approvingly, while the woman is slightly hurt by my words, probably a bad memory; Lastly, "Citronella" looks shocked by what i said, but I can't determine exactly which part of my short speech touch or ravage her deeper.

—Northern Front?, Eh, So?, After all, You did it?.

Carmorac proud and nostalgic voice makes me grin with satisfaction; When i was a kid, I mentioned to him that I had saved a Pregnant Farioth of being chased by its peers.

And what start as a fleeting comment, gradually become one of my actual goals in life; Becoming a Soldier, and back then, The Kcrwlmndth Federation was the best option available.

—Of course i did, But…

—The new law…

—Yeah… , Is a garbage, almost to the point of wanting me to orchestrate a coup d'état, overthrow the government; I mean, it works against the "Insane Mad Tyrant", and there are only faint hearted people to face me, so would be stupidly easy to do so… ; Which is why i refrain, there is no challenge in doing that, and without the required pressure, one cannot continue with a steady progress.

—So… what is your plan now?.

—The Shtra'Yon Combat Academy, I would figure it out the rest later.

—Hahaha, Neat!, I am going there too, Citronella on the other hand is going to an Only Ladies Allowed Academy, thought is really close to Shtra'Yon, like seven or eight kilometers in a straight line.

My friend looks at the female Farioth, the latter had been paying scrutinizing attention to every comment that leaves Carmorac's lips and is referring to me.

Something that is a new experience for me, even when we were little, Carmorac received more attention from everyone else, since in comparison, he was and remains more polite and handsome than me.

{Then, Is she really interested on having a relationship with me?, But we barely know each other?!, Or she just wants an affair of one night and that's it?}

—What about you "Miss Sterious" Sirein?.

Question Carmorac with a clear intention of wanting that i know what she is about to say.

{Always taking care of the young ones, i suppose is a good compensation for how annoying he can be}

Noticing my eyes on her, the woman smiles playfully as she moves nearer to my seat, whispering into my left ear.

—I don't want to answer anything to a Clïegdren and i am tired.

—I understand, but at least tell me your Spark Name.

—Only if you let me lean on your vigorous body to sleep for a while?.

Looking directly to my cyan eyes with her gold enchanting irises she adds a convincing —Pretty please "Sir".

Along with a sentence that shocked me to the core, letting me truly puzzled about her real intentions.

—Is "Itzxuria", but "Sir", you can call me "Mine" or any nickname you desire.

{Mine?, Wait, Like, She is "Mine"?!}

—Trektör~

The mention of my Spark Name with a sensual intonation that sounded almost like if i make her moan ignite something in me that i can't really get my mind over it right now.

However, i have to admit that i like a lot the fact she does what she wants without overstepping any boundaries; Even if i had not stablish a single one of them to her.

—Go ahead, lean on my body, and don't rest badly Itzxuria, and that is an order…

With promptness she does as i told, holding her waist as i excuse her manners with my friend.

—She is tired lets talk a bit later Carmorac.

—Of course, we need to catch up almost twenty three years of no interaction…