Chapter 21

    He walked into her room and laid her gently on the bed. He removed the outer coat and wrapped her in the duvet. He couldn't have his first student dying from frostbite on the first day could he?.

     He left the room and went back to work. He worked well into the night and slept during the wee hours of the morning. He woke up to the smell of heaven coming from the kitchen. 

     Ariel had to be cooking. And from the looks of it, her food was deliciously spot on. He tried to walk down gracefully like always but the excitement grabbed him and he might have skipped a step or two. Or seventeen. 

      He stumbled into the kitchen and quickly straightened himself to look like the regal person he was always meant to be. But sadly, Ariel caught a glimpse of his imperfection and giggled a little. 

      "Good morning", she said and beamed at him. He furrowed his brows suspiciously. Did she cross over to the dark side. Was the food poisoned. Was there a trap set for him. He drew himself into a fighting stance and looked everywhere.

        He didn't sense any danger and relaxed. He stretched his neck and saw what she was cooking. Pasta and sauce. He inwardly smiled. She really knew how to make a man happy. Then she served the food. 

       He frowned. There was only one plate, did she expect them to eat together. She sat at the large dining table and started eating. She didn't even invite him. 

       Ariel started eating the food and enjoyed herself. Despite the fact that she cooked it herself, her food was still delicious. She was so engrossed that she didn't notice the big black mushroom cloud over a certain some one's head. 

       Suddenly, the plate was snatched from her and Allen sat at the head of the long table with a fork he pulled out from God-knows-where. He silently finished off the food while she still reeled in shock over what just happened. 

       He stood to take the plate to the kitchen. She stood up too. Allen could have sworn that there was smoke coming coming out of her ears. "You haven't spoken a word to me since you woke up today. You didn't even ask me. You just took the darn food right from my nose, right? ", she said in an eerily cool voice. 

        He swallowed. "RIGHT? ", she shouted and slammed her hand on the table. She broke the table into two equal pieces. That seemed to bring her back to normal. She blinked and stared at him. "I am so sorry, please don't kill me. I promise I'll pay back", she pleaded. 

      He smirked. "You're already progressing. Soon, you'll be able to cause earthquakes with your bare hands", he said and left the room. 

     What a weird guy, she thought and tried to no avail to fix the table. She gave up in despair. She went to him and asked him for his car keys. He threw a random key to her and she caught it. When she found the car the key belonged to, she nearly fainted. 

        It was a beautiful sleek black Porsche. She jumped into the drivers seat and sped off much to Allen's annoyance, as he was aware that she could kill herself with that speed. 

       When she got to the training ground, there was a projector there that started playing the moment she got out of the car. She considered it freaky. The video showed an elegant Allen practising totally impossible moves. He bent his back behind at a perfect degree. She felt her back aching just by watching him. 

         He lifted one foot and placed it on the ground behind him. She cried in pain. He looked calm even when he was bent like a pretzel. Those poses had to loosen her chakra points. She breathed in and out and proceeded to tried the bend. 

       She promptly fell on her back side. She didn't give up though and practiced into the night till she collapsed. Allen came soon and put her into the Porsche. He left the blue Ferrari he brought there. After all, no one would dare to steal from him. He drove the Porsche home and for the second time in a row, he tucked her in. 

        This went on for three weeks with they seeing only in the morning and in the night.