Chapter 6: The Creepy Guy Kidnaps Me

                                                       Tenshujichi (Kamakura, Japan)

It was Isholde, the creep who kept making excuses to meet me.

I pushed him away almost immediately and we walked away from the park.

"You're late," he cheerfully told me.

"Do I look like I care?" I asked him.

I didn't like the cheeky look on his face, so I pushed him onto a passerby couple.

"Geez, what's your problem?"

"You."

Isholde looked deeply offended at my answer and sat on a bench.

"Do you know what your father's name is?" he asked me.

"Yes, I do," I replied as my father's name crossed my mind.

It was Takahiro Rei. I only knew his first and middle name. Not his last, so I never got it.

"Do you wonder why a Japanese person like him would have a middle name?" Isholde questioned again.

"Maybe he's royalty," I joked.

"Yes, he is."

"What?" I looked at him, bewildered.

I thought this was a democratic country?

"Don't you want to know about your powers?" he asked me, trying to keep his voice as alluring as possible.

"I don't. Not if Reika isn't here," I plainly declared.

"Is she your... uh, parental figure?"

"My guardian at the moment and maternal aunt."

Isholde nodded.

"Your dad's famous all over the four continents."

"Four?" I inquired.

"Check the piece of paper in your pocket," he said.

His eyes were shining again, the same red color.

It was no wonder he knew what was in my pocket.

I read it again. This time it wasn't moving.

Parts of the coast had joined with other land even though it was a country surrounded by seas.

I opened my mouth in shock.

Isholde gently closed it with the tip of his fingers.

I smacked his hand away and looked at him, annoyed.

His eyes went back to normal in color, but they were still glowing.

Does that mean the only 'power' he has is charisma which attracts literally every girl without a personality?

Just thinking about it made me so mad that I didn't even want to know who would use him as a vessel.

"I can take you somewhere you're safe because the people who know your father aren't going to be happy with the knowledge of your existence," Isholde said in a coaxing voice.

"Tell Reika about it first. If she agrees, I'll go," I defiantly told him.

I didn't know why he was being so stubborn on taking me away from here when we only met a few days ago.

Isholde's eyes became blank again and he smiled at me.

The muscles around his eyes didn't curve up the same as the rest of his face.

It looked unnerving to me, so I tried to get up.

He took hold of my hand very tightly and wouldn't let go.

"ISHOLDE! Let go of me, it hurts!" I yelled out, but he didn't listen.

The red hue from his eyes was so bright that the light reflected onto my face like a laser beam.

The area began to smell like burnt parchment again.

I cried out when the surroundings in front of me tore down like a green screen and I began to scream.

It was like a teleportation portal.

Although he didn't seem like he had proper control of his mind or body, he seemed to know which muscles to use to throw me across the bench into the tear.

Author's Note:
I'm back y'all. I hope you didn't forget me and no glossary because I'm bad now😈