Feros and the Underworld Prince (37 page)

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[September 30th]

I wake up the next morning feeling pretty good as I head to my chemistry class. I sit down and catch a lucky break when nobody sits next to me. I finish class and then I head to computer science. Naia sits next to me when she gets into class.

“
Cole… I’m not going to abandon you just because everyone will avoid you.” Naia whispers to me.

“
Naia, if you stay near me, you won’t be able to make any friends and I don’t want that. You were so excited about coming here and I’m not going to ruin your experience by having everyone shun you because of your association with me. I’d rather you just avoid me and make friends like you originally planned.” I tell her.

Naia doesn’t say a word for the rest of the class and I don’t say anything as I leave for kickboxing. I notice people looking at me warily as I enter class, so I avoid everyone and head to the back of the gym.

“
Cole, we just wanted to let you know that we don’t believe the rumors about you being Feros.” Stacy says as she, Sarah, and Kacey walk over. I feel my stomach drop in response.

“
Thanks… but the rumors are true… I am Feros.” I tell them. Stunned silence follows for the next few moments.

“
Well, then we don’t believe the stories about you.” Stacy says while Kacey and Sarah look unsure.

“
Yeah! I mean, there’s no way that you tortured and killed those people or blew up half of Greenland… right?” Kacey asks uncertainly.

“…
I think I’m going to leave class early today.” I reply and trudge out the door.

I pass by a few people that look at me with fear or disgust while everyone avoids me. I think I understand how these things happen so quickly in movies, well besides the obvious fact that they aren’t going to waste precious minutes with a gradual build-up. People work likes herds of animals; if a deer sees other deer avoiding a third deer, they will instinctually avoid that third deer. So I’m pretty sure that less than a quarter of the student body knows about Feros, but the other three quarters of the student body sees that quarter avoiding me, so they too are avoiding me.

There doesn’t seem to be a class in the classroom prior to my English class today, so I walk in, take a seat, and let my head rest on the table with my arms hanging at my sides. I look up when I hear the door open about thirty minutes later; my classmate recognizes me, turns around, and walks out the door. I sigh and let my forehead thud to the table. I hear the door open again ten minutes later, but I don’t look up; no need to scare away another person. That person walks up the steps of the auditorium, walks down my row, takes a seat next to me, and entwines her familiarly smooth and chilly hand in mine.

“
Rough day?” Cheza asks pitifully.

“
You could say that…” I reply without lifting my head.

Well, everyone pretty much hates me, but at least I still have Cheza; she’s all I need.

“
He’s been really depressed, Chezarei.”
Natasha says in front of me, in her office.

“
Did you know that he’s practically suicidal? I had to stop him from killing himself last week when he thought that I was ‘throwing him away.’ He’s been having these dreams about Kita that are fucking with his head and I don’t know how much longer I can keep him sane. I tried playing the part of the caring girlfriend, but the fact remains that we are just friends; he needs the kind of support that only you can give him. You still love him, don’t you?”
Natasha asks.

“
Of course I do…”
Cheza’s voice says from my throat as my head involuntarily turns away from Natasha.
“I just don’t know if we can be together…”

“
Chezarei, look at me. If you don’t stop jerking him around, we are going to lose him.”

Next thing I know, I’m back in the classroom, staring at the table. People have started shuffling into the classroom, but I still haven’t looked up. Okay, it’s rather apparent that I’m somehow getting images of Cheza’s memories, but that shouldn’t be possible considering that we aren’t connected… then again, I’m almost positive that she has been reading my thoughts lately…

“
Airi, what’s going on?”

(Fuck if I know dude… er, I mean, Master)

Natasha walks in the room and begins class.

…

“
So, are you ready to go?” Cheza asks when class ends.

“
Are you sure you want to still be associating with me? Nothing good can come from it.” I tell her, offering her a way out.

“
Cole… I’m not going anywhere. As far as I’m concerned, all these people can go fuck themselves.” Cheza tells me with a gentle smile.

“
Well, if you’re sure, then…” I reply with a smile as I grab her hand. I reach through my shirt collar and touch my triskele, porting us back to my room; my identity as Feros is going to be common knowledge soon anyway, so why should I continue walking anywhere?

“
You know, I forgot how convenient that is… perhaps I should just have you port me to all my classes.” Cheza says with a surreptitious smile.

“
Haha I’d be happy to, mistress.” I reply.

“
Hmm… I’ve really missed having you call me that.” Cheza tells me with a sultry tone as she pulls my head down towards her. She kisses me deeply before I pull back.

“
I love you, Cheza. I’ve always regretted that I didn’t say that enough while we were together; I’m not going to make that mistake again.” I tell her.

Cheza looks at me for several moments and starts shaking slightly.

“
I can’t take this anymore!” Cheza shouts as she rips my shirt off, and I don’t mean she quickly pulled it over my head; she literally ripped it off.

Cheza pushes me onto my bed, jumps on top of me, and straddles me as she unbuttons her shirt.

“
So, shall we continue from the other day?” Cheza asks with a perfect ‘Tia’ smile.

“
Or vould you razher I gazher a car bazzery and speak vith zhe German accent?” Cheza whispers into my ear.

“
Who says we can’t do both? …Minus the car battery…” I tell her with a sly grin.

“
Fine, no car bazzery… but you must address me as mistress!” Cheza demands in a German accent.

“
Of course, mistress! I would never dream of calling you anything else!” I say as Cheza turns around and unzips my pants.

I stick my head up her skirt, not wanting to be outdone. For whatever stupid, self-conscious reason, I start to question if any of those five guys were better than me, which totally throws off my groove.

(I’m sorry, but you’ve thrown off the emperor’s groove)

“
Sooooooooorrrrrrryyyyy!” I think as a picture of a little old man being thrown out of a window and off of a cliff in Peru pops into my head.
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“
Well I guess that I can’t be too mad when I slept with five other guys, but in my defense, you were dead!”
I hear Cheza’s hysterical voice say from my throat as I look down at myself lying in the bed in Niflheim; this is pretty freaky.

(Why did you lie to Cole like that? We both know that Jarrett has been your first attempt at dating since Cole, courtesy of Katie’s concern, and you haven’t even slept with him yet)

“
I know, I panicked! This is all a little overwhelming…”

I’m back with my head up Cheza’s skirt, stunned by my realization. I haven’t been seeing Cheza’s memories; I’ve been seeing Airi’s! Which means that Cheza is still connected to Airi, despite Cheza no longer being connected to me. So what is Airi really? A personification of my blood seems like a good answer, but my instinct is telling me that is incorrect…

“
Co-oole!” Cheza whines as she shuffles her hips slightly.

I move her panties to the side and get to work. The fact that it has been a really long time for Cheza is apparent when I feel her finish less than a minute later as she moans out in ecstasy.

“
Let’s stop here for today. I have club practice in little while and homework that needs to be finished before then.” I tell her as I stand, put my dick back in my pants, and sit down at my desk.

Cheza pouts in response, but doesn’t say anything as she pulls a magazine out of her bag, lies on her stomach, and starts flipping through it. Cheza’s ass just looks so inviting in that skirt… you know what? Fuck homework. I walk up behind Cheza, slide her panties off, and lay down on top of her in one smooth motion.

“
I changed my mind.” I whisper into her ear as I pull out of my pants and slide myself in.

“
AHmmm!” Cheza yelps as she bites into my pillow.

“
Sorry! Should I stop?” I ask, thinking that I might’ve hurt her. She shakes her head in response so I continue. I reach around and massage her breast with my right hand as I kiss and nibble the left side of her neck.

“
Mmm… MMmm… MMM!” Cheza moans, muffled by my pillow.

A few minutes later, I feel Cheza clench up as she nearly sends me over the edge. I quickly pull out and I become stuck with the age-old dilemma of where to shoot my load. Despite what is portrayed in pretty much every pornography video since the beginning of cinema, I highly doubt that women enjoy being covered in semen, so Cheza is out. I look around my room feeling like the Terminator analyzing potential threats as everything in my room gets highlighted in red: walls, nightstand, trashcan, ripped shirt, laptop, homework, desk, imaginary cat. I spend all this time stuck in my little fantasy that I nearly hit Cheza, but I pull away at the last minute and shoot my nightstand lamp’s shade.

Well, at least it’s not a cat.
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Chapter 33: Everybody Knows, but Some Don’t Care

After round three, I check the time and start freaking out.

“
Shit! It’s already 4:05pm!” I announce to a possibly sleeping Cheza as I jump out of bed and rush to dress in basketball shorts, a t-shirt, and running shoes.

I bolt out the door when I realize that I’m being ridiculous; I can just port there! I touch my triskele and think of the woods near the cabin. I jog into the cabin and flick the light switch three times. Everyone stops and looks at me when I enter the training room.

“
Sorry I’m late. I was a little… preoccupied.” I announce.

Nobody says anything and just stares at me instead. Okay, this is awkward… Nagi becomes my savior when she walks up, grabs my hand, and leads me to a mat.

“
So, who were you doing that left you so preoccupied…? Oh, my mistake, I meant what were you doing.” Nagi asks with a sly smile.

“
A gentleman doesn’t kiss and tell.” I reply.

“
That is true… but what does it have to do with you?” Nagi asks.

I don’t bother with a response as we start sparring. It seems that nobody is working and is just watching us instead. Nagi tells me that I’m too distracted with a shot to my groin; thankfully, it was only at about quarter strength, but still enough to drop me to the ground.

“
Ooh… even if he can kill gods, I suppose he is still a guy.” I hear the crowd whisper as I clutch my balls to protect them from further injury.

“
What is everyone doing standing around?” Jeremy asks as he enters the room.

“
Ah, Cole! Good, you’re here; I need to talk to you. Let’s take a walk.” Jeremy says.

“
Um, Mr. President? I don’t think he can get up.” one of the freshmen says.

“
Fine, I’ll just ask here. So, what is Feros doing at Fogquartz University?” Jeremy asks. Maybe I can turn this questioning in my favor to steer suspicion away from Travis and the others.

“
What else? Going to school. I transferred from a human college because I was sick of constantly having to hide what I am. I had to do that here too, but at least the smallest show of my abilities wouldn’t have given me away like it does in human society.” I reply.