Chapter 2 – No.
As soon as Kaz stepped into the office, shock quickly enveloped him.
The Headmaster who sat at the desk in front of him, was actually a woman and a dazzling one at that.
She looked sapling thin with lush red lips. Her smooth unblemished skin, glowed with an ochrous hue and the long coral black hair that toppled over her shoulders glistened under the afternoon suns rays.
She pointed towards a chair, signalling Kaz to sit down.
Minutes passed and neither Kaz nor the beautiful Headmaster had said a word. If not for the fact that he was sitting two feet away, he would definitely believe that he had been long forgotten.
Just as he was thinking that, the Headmaster’s pitch black eyes moved away from the papers in her hands and focused on Kaz.
“We’ve been expecting you for three months now. That Father of yours must really enjoy making a fool out of others.”
She used a mocking tone as she said those words however what she failed to notice was that Kaz’s eyes had reddened and beads of sweat were forming on his forehead.
“Months? Father’s been planning to send me away for months?” thought Kaz to himself.
The Headmaster continued to talk however he barely paid attention to anything she said. The fuzzy feeling in the pit of his stomach grew heavier and heavier until even breathing grew difficult.
“Why?” wondered Kaz.
“....Your father also arranged for you to be enrolled in the inscription arts program so I’ll have you sent_...”
“No!” whispered Kaz.
“I won’t enrol in the inscription arts! Put me in another.” This time his voice was horse but confident.
“Are you certain?” asked the Headmaster slightly confused.
“Then why did that Bastard send you to my Eclipse Academy? If you wanted to learn to battle then why not send you to Night Dragon?” Her voice was calm but laced underneath was great irritation.
Kaz swiftly lowered his head to the point that his temple was touching his knees.
“Please, I beg you to let me enrol in the Battle Arts.”
Needless to say, the Headmaster was stunned. This was the first time she had seen a young Master of such a powerful clan voluntarily lower his head. Usually, most of them held themselves above others and the very thought of lowering their proud heads was akin to committing the gravest of sins. Of course, by the time they left this Academy the very sight of her would cause them to kowtow three times.
“My academy was founded by two people, the greatest Spirit Master to ever walk this earth and his brother, the War King. With my authority, joining the Inscription Arts program is simple however, to join the Battle Arts you will have to prove yourself to others and if one of them accepts you then you will have successfully enrolled.”
Kaz listened attentively, making sure to remember every detail.
“If you’re ready to take the test, then I will make the arrangements but_....”
“I am ready! When can I take it?” blurted Kaz, as he tightly gripped the handles on his seat.
The Headmaster smiled as she took out a form and handed it to Kaz,
“Fill this out on your way to the dorms. There’s someone outside who’ll guide you there.”
Kaz thanked her as he turned around to leave the office.
“Hehe...Akela, it looks like this son of yours is much more interesting than you’re letter revealed.”
Kaz followed behind a boy who looked older by about three to four years and wore bright yellow robes. The building they were in was like a maze, yet the boy traversed it with ease.
A series of meandering hallways and sudden turns led them to a room that had a single black door in it.
“This door will lead you to dorm building three. Your room is upstairs, number twelve.”
Kaz had only seen a void door once before and that was when Grandpa Ignus came to visit on his fifth birthday.
He nodded in appreciation before taking a step into the void. A screen of black covered his eyes and an instant later he was standing in front of a large two story building.
Dozens of youths dressed in uniforms filled the walkways and the sound of shouting and cursing could be heard through out the area.
Suddenly, when more and more people started noticing Kaz’s presence they would stop in place before whispering either to themselves or calling onto others to take a look.
It wasn’t that these youths had never seen someone appear through the void door nor were they mesmerised by Kaz’s looks. The thing that caught their attention was a gold pendant pinned to Kaz’s waist.
The pendant had the drawing of tiger on it with the words “South” boldly written underneath it. This pendant signified that this person was a part of the direct line of the House of Tar. One of the two powerhouses of the Divine Tiger Clan.
Kaz awkwardly pulled the pendant off and placed it in his void sack before quickly walking into the building. He did his level best to not meet eyes with anyone, however there were a few girls who had already started winking and smiling at him. This naturally ticked off the boys who glared at Kaz’s back but did nothing more or rather could not do anything more.
As soon as he was out of sight, he dashed up the stairs, found his room and jumped inside before closing the door.
It wasn’t that Kaz didn’t have the experience of people being startled at his status or even sucking up to him. In fact as a child he embraced it, looking down on all, but when his brother came into this world he could feel their gazes change from those of boot-lickers to snakes in tall grass.
All the servants treated him with respect but behind his back they would talk of how Silver would naturally be the next Head and when that happened Kaz would live with the shame of losing his birth right forever. There were even some who secretly tried to assassinate him on behalf of Silver, of course Silver himself knew nothing of it and if not for ease dropping, he wouldn’t have known either that Akela had taken care of it.
As time went on, those type of envious, suck up looks made Kaz sick at the very sight of them.
He took two deep breaths before he finally calmed down a bit.
The room he was in was actually very large. It had a living room, kitchen, dining area and a staircase that led upwards towards the washrooms and bedrooms.
Kaz looked around a bit before he finally headed upstairs and entered one of the rooms he assumed was his bedroom. As soon as he walked in he found a rather short boy with bright gold hair lying on his bed. The boy had a stunned expression on his face but what really surprised Kaz was the fact that the boy’s right hand was stuck inside his trousers.
Normal people would be embarrassed but the boy was “special”, he slowly pulled out his hand from his crotch and with a welcoming smile said,
“My roommate’s finally here...”
Kaz abruptly shut the door, cutting the boy off mid-sentence. He then hurriedly walked away from the disgusting fellow’s room wiping his hands that touched the door nob on the walls.
The “special” boy ran out of his room and with a large shameless grin chased after Kaz.
“We’re both men. We all have needs, why do you look so shocked? Or could you be..?”
Kaz paid no mind to the boy’s ramblings and quickly entered an empty bedroom. He locked the door behind him and hoped the foul boy would take the hint.
Unfortunately for him, he didn’t!