LIRAN’S POV:
Three days have elapsed since our escape from the clutches of the Foundation. However, we were acutely aware that the higher-ranking individuals within the organization had initiated a pursuit, diligently plotting our capture.
Rythmeus and I traversed the city streets, seemingly an ordinary pair—a god and a human—
blending seamlessly with the bustling crowds.
As we strolled alongside each other, I voiced my thoughts to Rythmeus:
Myself: Rythmeus, it strikes me as peculiar that despite the time that has passed, we have yet to encounter our pursuers.
Rythmeus: Indeed, it is quite remarkable. We are contending with entities hailing from the realms of chaos, and yet they remain incapable of locating us. We appear to be nothing more than an unassuming god-human duo, navigating the thoroughfares without raising suspicion.
Myself: Yes, indeed, it is disappointing that our previous venture yielded no substantial findings.
It appears we may need to revisit the premises once more.
Rythmeus: I comprehend. If that is your decision, we shall exercise increased vigilance during our return.
Myself: Well then, let us proceed to the coffee shop over yonder.
I directed my gaze towards the coffee shop in question.
Rythmeus: Understood.
We made our way towards the coffee shop, and upon reaching its entrance, we opened the doors and stepped inside.
Within the establishment, we observed the customary furnishings: tables, a counter, chairs, and all the accouterments characteristic of a typical coffee shop.
Myself: Let us take a seat there.
We approached one of the tables and settled into the chairs beside it…
I found myself straining my neck to look up at Rythmeus, who stood towering over six meters in height—a colossal figure.
A human waiter approached our table, inquiring about our order.
After conveying our desired selections, the waiter departed, leaving us to our thoughts.
Rythmeus: So, what course of action shall we pursue now?
Myself: Frankly, I am uncertain. While it is likely that we will eventually confront the individuals associated with the Foundation, you have cautioned me that such a confrontation would be considerably more challenging. Thus, we must carefully consider our next steps before making any decisions.
Rythmeus: Liran, take a moment to unwind and relish your coffee. Allow me to provide you with a massage.
Three of Rythmeus’s tentacles delicately encircled my legs, gently applying pressure and initiating a soothing massage. The sensation was undeniably pleasurable, evoking a sense of arousal within me, if I am to be candid.
After a while, the waiter returned with our order and placed it on the table before promptly departing.
Now faced with the task of dealing with the Foundation and seeking answers to lingering questions, we pondered our next move.
As I glanced around the coffee shop, my attention was drawn to a familiar figure behind the counter.
Internal Dialogue: ?...
The individual positioned behind the counter happened to be an acquaintance of mine whom I had befriended during our shared educational journey in high school. During that period, we fostered a strong bond of friendship. However, subsequent to our high school days, we gradually lost touch with one another.
Me: Impossible…
Rythmeus: ?...
At that moment, Rythmeus directed their attention towards the person I was observing intently…
Rythmeus: Are you familiar with that individual?
Me: Indeed… I have been acquainted with him since our high school days.
Rythmeus then retracted “their” appendages from my vicinity.
Rythmeus: Well… in that case, approach him and extend a cordial greeting.
I rose from my seat, standing upright, and proceeded to approach him. As I drew nearer, I noticed a perplexed expression on his face, almost as if he too found me oddly familiar.
Now in close proximity to the counter, I met his gaze and uttered: Me: Derek?
In that instant, the person behind the counter appeared astoundingly taken aback. It was as if I had accurately recalled his name.
Derek: How do you know my name?...
Me: I’m Liran… Do you recall me? We were friends throughout high school!
Upon hearing this, Derek became even more astonished and amazed. Gradually, recognition dawned upon him.
Derek: Good heavens…. Liran!?... It’s been ages! Where have you been? You’ve undergone quite the transformation!
Me: Yes, I’ve experienced my fair share of challenges as well… It’s a lengthy narrative, but in short, I find myself here in the present, reunited with you after all this time.
Derek swiftly leaped over the counter, closing the distance between us and embracing me tightly.
Derek: I’ve missed you… It’s been an eternity…
We remained locked in an embrace for a few moments until Derek gently pulled away.
Me: Fill me in on your life… How have things been for you?
Derek: Honestly, it’s been quite terrible. My parents kicked me out of the house a few days ago… I’ve been caught up in numerous conflicts with my family, and it’s been incredibly challenging.
Derek is a fascinating individual. I vividly recall him confiding in me about his familial issues back in high school. Towards the end of our time there, I was taken aback when I witnessed him smoking for the first time.
I had never imagined that he would even consider indulging in those repulsive cigarettes. From that point onward, I remained unaware of the path he chose to embark upon after high school…
It’s likely that he started experimenting with drugs, alcohol, and other such detrimental pursuits.
I pondered for a moment, considering the possibility of aiding Derek in transforming his life for the better. It seemed like a noble endeavor.
Me: Derek… you know, I have a desire to share a few things with you.
Derek: What do you mean?
Me: Come with me.
I reached out and gently took Derek’s hand, and together we embarked on a walk toward Rythmeus.
Me: During my recent endeavors, I’ve encountered some remarkable individuals, and I believe it would be beneficial for you to meet my friends.
We reached Rythmeus, and now stood before “him”.
Me: Derek, meet Rythmeus. “He’s” a dear friend I’ve made recently. Say hello.
Derek: Goodness gracious… This individual is larger than life itself! How are you so composed?
Me: Well, fret not, Rythmeus is incredibly kind-hearted and amicable. “He’s” truly a remarkable being.
Rythmeus then cast his gaze downward, directing it at Derek.
Rythmeus: Greetings…
Derek: Hello…
Rythmeus: Do not be apprehensive… I assure you, I will treat you with utmost kindness~
Derek gasped in response.
Derek: Liran! Why is your friend seemingly engaging in flirtation with me?!
Me: Who knows? Perhaps “he” has some benevolent intentions in mind, hehe.
Derek: Oh goodness…
Anyway, what have you and Rythmeus been up to?
Rythmeus: Liran and I have been engaged in various activities recently. We explored an enigmatic foundation hidden beneath the desert in search of something… although, our efforts have yet to yield fruitful results.
Derek: Foundations? I’m completely lost on what you’re referring to…
Rythmeus: Well, Liran will provide you with a comprehensive explanation. But for now, let’s just unwind and relax.
Derek: Well, I do have some work-related matters to attend to… I’ll be finished in about an hour.
Me: I understand. We’ll reconnect once you’re done with work. See you in an hour.
Derek: Alright… Goodbye.
Derek then walked away.
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Chapter 32: so…what do you say?, derek?:
As Derek walked away, Rythmeus cast his gaze upon me and spoke: Rythmeus: My, my… It appears we have encountered an old friend, haven’t we?...
Me: Yes, it was quite enjoyable. I hadn’t seen him in quite some time.
Rythmeus: Well, let us remain here for an hour, patiently awaiting Derek’s return. Once he’s back, we can partake in some enjoyable activities together.
Me: I agree. Let’s spend this time together, enjoying each other’s company.
An hour has elapsed since Derek returned to work. During that time, Rythmeus and I engaged in various discussions and exchanges. As the hour drew to a close, Derek approached us once again, sporting a gentle smile upon his face.
Derek: Hey, guys… I’ve just finished my shift.
Me: Great! How about we go somewhere together?
Derek: Well… we could just explore the city or do something like that, and then I’ll head back home.
Me: Sounds like a plan. Let’s go.
Rythmeus and I rose from our chairs, standing up, and directed our attention towards the exit.
Me: Alright then… Let’s get going.
The three of us, me, Rythmeus, and Derek, exited the coffee shop, finding ourselves outside.
Rythmeus turned to Derek and posed a question:
Rythmeus: So… Where would you like to go? Shall we simply wander around, have some fun?
Perhaps I could carry you if you’d prefer.
Derek: I’m okay… I can use my own legs, haha.
Rythmeus gently lifted one of his tentacles, patting Derek’s shoulder.
Rythmeus: Alright, my friend, you’re in charge here.
With that, Rythmeus withdrew his tentacle from Derek’s shoulder.
We then commenced our stroll through the city, observing various shops, engaging in conversations about our lives and experiences.
As we continued walking, Derek posed a question:
Derek: So… What’s the deal with that foundation you were discussing earlier?
Me: Well, it’s quite a complex story. I’ll explain everything to you, but let’s find a more secluded place to do so.
Derek: Alright…
We continued our exploration, taking in the sights and sounds of the city until we eventually arrived at a building.
Derek: Well, look at that, we’ve arrived at my apartment building.
Me: Really? You live in this building?
Derek: Yes, after being kicked out of my mom’s house, I managed to find this place to live. The apartment is decent enough.
Me: I see. Perhaps we can discuss everything there, or we can find a different location if you prefer.
Derek: Yeah, that works.
I then turned to Rythmeus.
Me: Rythmeus… it’s time for you to leave now. Derek and I need to have a private conversation.
We’ll catch up with you later.
Rythmeus: Alright… It was a pleasure being in your company. I’ll see you both later.
And with that, Rythmeus disappeared from sight.
I turned my attention back to Derek.
Me: So… Shall we proceed to your apartment?
Derek: Alright, follow me.
A few minutes passed as we made our way through the building, eventually arriving at the door that led to Derek’s apartment.
Derek: Well, here we are.
He opened the door and stepped inside his home. I followed suit, entering his apartment as well.
Derek closed the door behind us and took a moment to survey the surroundings.
Derek: Well… This is my place. Make yourself comfortable.
Me: My, my… This place looks quite nice.
Derek: Feel free to explore the house. I don’t mind.
I began to walk around Derek’s apartment. It wasn’t particularly large, but it had a pleasant kitchen, living room, and other rooms. Eventually, I reached Derek’s bedroom, and upon entering, I noticed a few personal belongings and mementos.
As I observed Derek’s bedroom, I noticed a few items on his bed, including a couple of toilet papers, tissues, and a bottle of lotion.
Me (thoughts): Oh my…
Continuing to explore his bedroom, I then came across some cigarettes and an unfamiliar object nearby—a small bag that appeared to contain a white powder.
Me (thoughts): Is that cocaine?
Concern for Derek’s well-being crossed my mind. It seemed likely that he was involved with drugs, and that troubled me, as those substances could have a detrimental impact on him.
Me: …
Returning to the living room, I found Derek seated on the couch, watching television.
Me: Derek… Can I ask you something?
Derek: Yeah, go ahead.
Me: Do you use drugs? Cocaine, specifically?
Derek: Oh… So, you saw the stuff in my room, huh?
Me: Yes. You see, back when we were in high school, I caught you smoking cigarettes, which surprised me because I never expected you to engage in such behavior. As time went on, I began to suspect that you might turn to drugs.
And based on what I’ve seen, it seems I was right.
“What compelled you to engage with these objects?
Derek: You perceive… I have previously conveyed to you my ongoing familial predicaments. They consistently manage to instill within me a profound sense of insignificance and worthlessness, regardless of my endeavors. Their perpetual complaints and vehement outbursts seem unrelenting.
And this is one of the catalysts that prompted me to initiate the act of smoking.
Moreover, when I was expelled, I experienced a profound sense of emotional detachment…
Me: I comprehend. Hence, that explains your decision to partake in substance abuse.
Derek: Indeed… it is undeniably disheartening.
Me: Ah, I propose a notion. Let us venture outdoors and engage in dialogue.
Derek: Where, exactly…?
Me: To the desert, for it lies within close proximity. Shall we proceed?”
Derek: Very well…
Derek then rose from his seat on the couch, walked towards the door, and opened it.
A few minutes elapsed, and Derek and I finally arrived at the desert. The sun shone brightly, casting a serene and tranquil ambiance.
Derek: Here we are…
Me: Derek, let us engage in conversation.
Derek: What… do you wish to convey?
Me: I have contemplated your well-being… You appear deeply unhappy and devoid of inner peace.
Derek: What can I do, my friend… Life can be profoundly challenging at times.
Me: I understand that life can be arduous, and you are not alone…
Look, I cannot genuinely fathom or experience the extent of your current emotions, but I sincerely apologize.
Derek: …
Me: Listen… I, too, have endured difficult experiences. I have witnessed the loss and disappearance of people dear to me. I have also faced conflicts within my own family. The crucial point is that we all navigate our own pain.
Derek: So, what is it that you expect me to do? What options do I even have?
Me: The first step you need to take is to eliminate these unhealthy elements from your life: drugs, cigarettes, excessive self-pleasure, and possibly alcohol, if you consume it.
Derek: But how? It’s a daunting task! I can’t simply discard these things just like that!
Me: I understand that it may seem challenging… but you have to start somewhere. Nothing worthwhile in life comes easily, you know.
Derek: I see… What should I do next, then?
As Derek posed that question, I paused for a moment. Perhaps Derek could join us in our quest, confronting these demons and uncovering the truth behind all the deceit. But how can I reach out to Derek?
I shall endeavor to exert influence upon Derek in a manner that resonates deeply with his emotions. It is incumbent upon me to touch the very core of his being in order to effectuate a transformative shift in his life, bringing about positive changes therein.
Myself: Behold, do you recollect the matter concerning that philanthropic organization which we previously discussed, some time past?
Derek: Indeed? Pray, what is the nature of this discourse?
Myself: You see, the impetus behind my accomplice, Rythmeus, and me ‘infiltrating’ said organization lies in the circumstances that befell us.
Derek: Pray tell, what do you mean?
Myself: I lament the loss of a cherished comrade, one with whom I acquainted prior to our acquaintance. He was a prodigious and youthful individual.
Subsequently, he fell victim to egregious abuse and met his untimely demise at the hands of a deity.
Derek gasped audibly upon hearing this revelation.
Derek: What?! A mere child? Subjected to both abuse and mortal demise at the hands of a deity? I beseech you, why?
Myself: Alas, I remain bereft of an answer. It is this very rationale that impelled Rythmeus and me to pursue a course of action involving the aforementioned foundation. Our intent is to uncover some semblance of elucidation, perchance an individual or information, that would shed light upon the perpetrator of this heinous event.
Derek: How did you manage to sway Rythmeus to your cause?
Myself: Rythmeus shared an intimate bond with the aforementioned child. When the child tragically perished, I succeeded in persuading Rythmeus to align with me, and thus “he”
consented.
Derek, do you place faith in the existence of a deity?
Derek: Um… while it is acknowledged that there are numerous formidable deities, do I truly believe in the existence of an absolute, genuine deity? Frankly, I am uncertain. Perhaps I do.
Myself: Derek, when you find yourself in distress or despondency, do you perchance offer supplications to said deity, hoping for salvation or deliverance?
Derek: At times… Why do you ask?
Myself: Derek, what if, instead of invoking prayers to that deity, you were to divert your focus inward and concentrate on your own self-development? What might transpire then?
Derek: I… I’m not sure.
Myself: Reflect upon it earnestly! This is your very existence we are discussing. Why would you dedicate your entire life to an ethereal being that may never manifest in our realm to improve the world once more?
Why can’t you shift your focus to enhancing your own life instead?
Derek: I… don’t know.
Myself: Listen to me… I cannot definitively ascertain the existence or non-existence of a divine entity. However, that is inconsequential at present.
What truly matters now… is you!
This is your life, uniquely yours! And you would allow it to slip away while you continue to endure misery until the end?
Derek: But why do you show such profound concern for me?
Myself: Because I genuinely care about you! You possess remarkable qualities and an abundance of potential in your life… What is preventing you from pursuing those aspirations?
Derek: …
Myself: If someone like me, a feeble and fragile human being, managed to extricate themselves from the depths of despair, then surely anyone can!
Derek!... I have faith in you… and ultimately…
There is nothing to lose.
We have nothing to lose.
Derek stood there, speechless, his thoughts churning for a profound moment…
Derek: You know… you’re right. I can indeed transform my life for the better, and there is nothing impeding me from doing so…
I extended my hand, awaiting a handshake.
Myself: So, what say you… Will you join me and Rythmeus, and lend your aid in the endeavor to forge a more benevolent world?
What is your response?
A few moments later, Derek reciprocated the handshake, firmly sealing our alliance.
Derek: You are correct. I am with you… Thank you, Liran. Your character is truly remarkable.
We embraced each other tightly for a significant moment, expressing our newfound connection, before gently parting.
Myself: Thank you.
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