11. Morning

'' Tell me my hero where are you going? What do I do to end my war? ''

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I woke up in the early afternoon, the bed encouraged me to get some more sleep, but I resisted it. I haven't slept for a long time, you can see that yesterday I was more exhausted than I thought.

I lazily lifted the upper part of mine all over and, rubbing my eyes with my hand, I sat on the bed. I stared sleepily straight ahead through the red strands of hair that fell in disarray over my face and body.

I stretched, yawning loudly.

Ever since I woke up, I felt a strange clutch in my heart, as if something was squeezing me there. I didn't understand it and didn't want to understand it, didn't want to think why this strange feeling was coming from. At least not now, maybe I'll think about it later, but I'd rather not.

Eh, whatever.

Coffee, I need coffee.

With this thought, I went to the kitchen to put some water in the kettle for the gods drink, my coffee. My mind was lethargic, I did everything on autopilot. The water boiled, now just pour it over the mug in coffee and everything will be almost ready. I grabbed the kettle and was about to start tilting it when I realized that I hadn't taken the mug out or poured coffee over it.

And I was convinced I'd already done it. Eh, it's good that I came to my senses in time.

I set the kettle on the counter and turned my gaze to my collection of mugs. Which one to choose today... I know! Totoro mug! Not only was this cute little creature on it, but the shape of the cup itself reflected the shape of Totoro.

Okay, the mug is already, now coffee. One and the other teaspoon and ready, next sugar. I added sugar without wasting away in my mind, which I considered a great personal success. Everything is prepared, now is enough to pour the contents of the cup with water. Again, I almost did not make a mistake because instead of water from the kettle, I wanted to pour sugar over the coffee, and when, fortunately, I avoided sugar coffee and poured water over it, I wanted to put the kettle back in the cupboard in which I kept the sugar.

Sighing at it all and shaking my head, I decided not to move anything anymore and leave everything in a mess on the cupboard. Only the milk which I added to the coffee to complete its flavor I put back in the fridge, which was not easy because in the first reflex I almost poured the contents of the carton of my soy milk into the jar of coffee.

Really, though today I slept well, my mind is blurry as if I haven't slept for four days...

I grabbed the mug and walked carefully to the table with it, trying not to lose even a drop of my liquid mind. What by some miracle I made it.

Okay, now cigarettes. Yes, cigarette, coffee, and maybe I'll regain clarity of my mind.

Fortunately, I didn't have to look for cigarettes, they were lying nicely on the table with the lighter, next to the ashtray. In various parts of the apartment, I have packets of cigarettes left for situations where my brain escapes and I need nicotine.

I sat down in a chair in a meditative pose and began the process of brain recovery. And this process was walking very well to me until it was brutally interrupted.

Someone touched my arm, kind of gently, but because I wasn't fully awake yet, I fell off the chair. It was a bit painful but luckily I didn't have a mug in my hand so it didn't crash.

Yes, I fell, and my most concern was the mug. But well, that's what I have, after all, there are important and more important things.

In a daze I looked up, a man was standing in front of me. I guess...

At the sight of melancholic, yet strange-vivid eyes the color of white fog with a pink tint, the cogs in my head started and I remembered returning home and the Being.

Rising from the floor, I looked carefully at the Being. He looked a lot better than yesterday, although anyway, he looked rather miserably. Somehow, the Being managed to untangle and comb the hair and now they cascaded almost to the ground. They were of an unusual color of pure white. They looked fluffy and soft and dense.

The washed dirt from the body revealed a pale, porcelain-colored complexion shine through which light blue veins were visible. In the exposed areas of his body, you could see fresh wounds barely sealed and many bruises, also on the face where his cracked delicate lips were cut open. He had nice cheekbones and delicate facial features, and interesting white eyelashes. The biggest cut in his face was on the left side above the cheekbone, which surprisingly didn't add severity to his appearance as if it were the case with almost every other person.

The Being was of slight body build and short stature. He only reached to my shoulders and he was very emaciated. Him all skin and bones looked like they wanted to come out of a thin package called the body.

Maybe I'm cruel, but I was glad that he looked like this because thanks to that I didn't feel bad with my blurry makeup and scars and wounds showing through it, though not quite because inside I remained a bit stressed, and the urge to run spoke inside me, but for the moment I have decided to suppress it and ignore it.

- Have you eaten anything already? - I asked the white-haired man, looking at his eyes. He shook his head at them - In that case, do you want to eat something?

He opened his mouth to answer, but no sound came out, then he closed his mouth and frowning in thought. Finally, he shook his head at them and gestured to my mug. Surprised, I looked at the mug and then at it.

- Coffee? Do you want coffee?

Did I suppose to share my coffee with him? ...This is my beloved treasure... And then I yet must give him one of my mugs? But these are my mugs... Only mine...

I looked at him biting my lip and he shook his head again speaking in this way, no.

Hmmm, okay. So he doesn't want coffee, but he wants something related to the mug? Just what ... It'd be easier if he spoke, and that's how I have to play guessing with him.

Frustrating, but at the same time interesting.

In fact, that's why I took him from the staircase to my apartment, because he aroused my curiosity, and if something awakens my curiosity, I want to know everything about it. I want to satisfy this thirst for knowledge that suddenly appears in me and which is mostly about things that don't concern me. Although behind all this, behind this curiosity and taking him to my home, there was one more thing, or rather a person. And namely – Samael.

I needed something to take my thoughts away from him and the situations related to him, and the puzzle in the form of this Being became the perfect solution. That way, whenever that sexy annoying wolf came to my mind, I could focus on the Being and the rest of the stuff would go out of my head.

Yes, my kindness was out of my sheer selfishness and egoisms, but really, has anyone ever seen someone who does something good and do it not without selfishness? It's always like that, either by helping someone, you want to make yourself self-esteem, or you're counting on something else, some reward or something like that.

Or at least it is like that in my world. There must always be an ulterior motive.

I shook my head going back to the present. Okay, not coffee, but something related to the mug, yes?... But what... Apart from coffee, I also associate the mug with tea, so maybe that's what he means?

- You want... Tea? - I asked a little hesitantly.

The Being nodded on yes in response.

I smiled satisfied that I had managed to guess then moved towards the kettle to put some water for tea. Mug, mug, mug. What mug to give him?

Hmmmmm ... I have!

That mug that is all covered in colorful patterns and has the picture of the third omniscient eye will perfect match him!

Although I still didn't like the prospect of having to share what is mine with him, this one time I will survive it somehow. Or at least I hope so because if it damaged my mug even slightly, I would go crazy and I will be so decent mad, downright murderous. My mugs and cups are my sanctity, just like most of my things.

Temporarily getting rid of my murderous tendencies, I opened the cupboard with teas and then pointed them with my hand while looking at the Being in silence, waiting for him to choose one of the teas. After a moment of reflection, the Being indicated that I wanted to drink my beloved Japanese green tea – Matcha.

Oh, it turns out your taste is good. You got a plus from me, well done you.

After preparing tea, I pointed to the sugar, the white-haired man nodded his head yes and showed one finger, which meant that he wanted one teaspoon.

The tea guessing game is over. It cannot be denied that it was interesting.

I put the tea, warm and ready, on the table and I pointed my hand to the other chair for the Being to sit down, while I took my previous seat, lighting another cigarette. My head was empty as if all my thoughts were suddenly blown out of there by an imaginary wind. In the silence, I smoking a cigarette without even looking at the Being.

I felt that strange oppression in my heart again. What does it mean and where did it come from? And most importantly, how can I get rid of it?

Something inside me churned uneasily as if just waiting for me to cut myself off from reality to be able to catch me into your claws. I must keep my mind or myself occupied with something to take it all away.

I looked at the Being who calmly sipped tea.

- Can you talk at all?

I asked the Being, chasing away strange feelings. The Being nodded on yes. Okay, there's some progress.

- So, what's your name?

The Being opened its mouth and for the first time, I was able to hear his voice, or rather a whisper. Quiet and hoarse, but at the same time strangely melodic.

- Leonardo - He said and drank his tea as if that one word had his throat as if that it was the pinnacle of his current communication capabilities.