rustling side to side, over and over

The words whispered in his ears

rumbled a shade that blurred his focus

It may seem as though he has been mellowed off of his kindle, but it had just roused a sense of fondling desire, desire to entrap that love of his." □

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∆ I rushed over to school as I woke up early this morning. Also since I wanted to avoid the chores mom would have dropped over me. 

and like that I was a saviour of my own. ∆

"Sneaking away ain't so bad" He said to himself while chuckling and wandering the corridors. As he stepped around the empty corridors, he halted by the window of his empty classroom, his gentle and curious gaze was reflected on the pane trying curiously glancing in through it, seeking some fonds of memories and some dreamy wish of revere.

"It ain't mutual." A voice that suddenly dragged Iyansh out of the space he visioned, the words as if spoken in a way axing the hoping vines of his climbing the glimpse of light.

    Like a dreadful warning of intolerable flower overhauling its reign.

Iyansh jolts away to find Naksh standing beside him to his right facing the window, as he turned his face towards him, he sees an daunting and cornering expression that were as if chasing Iyansh in cold manner. While he himself wore dubious feel and hesistantly spoke to Naksh.

"W-What?"

    Naksh slightly waved his head left to right, while furrowing his eyebrows with calm and gentle smile, he took a step back and turned opposite to window puzzling a warm alert to Iyansh.

"It is... the idea you hold.. that never traversed through the other's view of that very scenery you are clenching on to."

"Those are merely one's speculations who sneaked in the rowing distance of my heart from my charted—" 

At first Iyansh stood shocked and puzzled by those sudden words fragmenting his thoughts, but the moment Naksh gave that expression, signalled a rush of words which he showcased through his skit-style tone. But the sudden impro progressed only a line and suspended in a disruptive manner.

"Well someone's trying their best eh? Nice try, dear Prit regardless you need to hurriedly practice it over with others else the skit will not gain enough appreciation. "Naksh says as he retains his composure while brushing Iyansh's hair with the same hand he rested on the shield.

"Skit? It's not my fault, those guys skipped practices at most of times." He swats his hand away but Naksh keeps brushing him.

"T-Those lines of yours.. were not part of.. the skit." Iyansh grabs his hands and speaks in fidgety manner but in annoyed tone. Naksh stops teasinhg him and puts his hand again on the shield with a sigh of relief.

"It's not skit, but a mirror to your naivety..." he mumbled very slowly with that earlier chilly tone, although Iyansh didn't understood or heard his mumble. He there stood confused waiting for a response.

"A warning... I said.

     An alert for you that we might have some ad-lib and impromtu part inserted in our skit while performing, so be prepared. Just like now it might seem random but it's worth it and with you we'll be able to handle it.. together." 

∆ To me.. he sounded loud and clear.. and those pauses between his sentences were just as unnerving as though he was serious and not for his utterance. Not did he used any underlying tone.. or was not clear... but i don't know what was it in that instance, that, him leaping closer to me and simultaneously pushing me down the hill felt so distinctly. 

I... sure am.. not a fan of his lip service. Is what I thought then. ∆

"Yeah, if you really do start ad-libbing with that sloppy way of signaling the rest of the players would go blank mid performance." Iyansh told him and stepped closer to the shield by Naksh's side.

"Our little, pretty, Prit will be able to look out for it then as well, I know." He said with a grin on his face.

*Tch* "You're not so taller than me..." Iyansh clicks his tongue and speaks in annoyed tone while giving Naksh the look of disbelief.

"Put your hand on the wall, below mine." Naksh asked Iyansh while staring out through the transparent shielding wall.

"Hmm?" Iyansh placed his left hand a scale below Naksh's. 

Naksh slowly slides his hand down,  layering above Iyansh's, he locks his fingers between Iyansh's and makes a gentle and strong grasp over his hand. 

"See, it's this easy to trap you." Naksh says with a caring smile he held and looked at him with. He turned his face back towards the wall and posed the same demeanour as before and whispered some more phrases. 

"Like the visible wall stood in front of his soul, his hand lingered on the surface in the direction of mis— ah- ahem- unforseen route, clasped in unwilling and tense grip of an unknown, the variable prodded him to another care but would he be so wishful to follow it and let go of his heartly matter?"

"Wow, that one was really nice." Iyansh says in amaze.

"Thanks, but what I said in the very starting was true." He says with the same chill in the words while looking sternly at Iyansh. He rephrases it in more chillingly clear and tense tone while maintaining tight grip of his hand.

"It ain't mutual, for you and Shineh." Those words catches Iyansh off guard again. He gets confused, annoyed, agony is drifting within his thoughts and slightly being fragmented apart.

"What are you talking, about?" He inquires although hesistant to speak and trying to evade his gaze.

"It's obvious by how you react and composes the affectionate phiz whenever you see him.

    But really how indifferent of him to not even turn you down and keep taking advantage of your kind-care-love." Iyansh squints his eyes in awe, Naksh slides their hands against the shield and pulls closer to his side, garnering Iyansh's gaze towards him. His eyes wide open and locked with Naksh's sternful, dreadly gaze, he bore confusion, question, retaliation and disbelief in his own expression but failed to even utter a word.

"...—W-Why?" Iyansh barely managed to stutteringly mumble out.

'An expression so hurt yet not ready to submit the desire. Might need a heavy blow.' Naksh thought.

"It's cause he never liked you." He said straight out lacking any care or hesitation.

"No!! It isn't that." Iyansh yells and the empty corridor just makes him loud and echoes his voice.

Naksh continues in dismissive and argumentative way towards Iyansh, messing with his thoughts and feeling and makes him falter before him.

"Oh? How'd you know?"

"He was...."

"Hmm?"

 "I-i..."

Naksh stares at him with burdening harsh, cold and indifferent expression. It makes Iyansh sweat in nervousness. His continuous chilly gaze fixated on him curtails his confidence to articulate his feelings.

"...I-it was.. him........ first..!!—" He finally musters up his courage, enough to stutter out just a few words, his voice quavers, ridden by emotions, and is lost abruptly as he could not hold it and his cheerful eyes begin to drench in tears although he was still standing and struggling to retain his strength to hold his tears from falling.

     Naksh gets shaken upon hearing him. He wonders for a second and then plays the finale act.

"Then why?" He mumbles in confused self-questioning manner.

Iyansh flinches on his mumble as though scared of what he would say next that will shatter all his put on front apart.

"!!?" He looks worriedly at Naksh like stray sick puppy at any larger creature in front of it would. His anxiousness grew as he witnesses that restless and conflicting look on his face.