[129] Blue as the Sky, Sunburned and Lonely, Sipping Tea in the Bar by the Roadside
<span style="font-weight:400">Chapter 129: Blue as the Sky, Sunburned and Lonely, Sipping Tea in the Bar by the Roadside
<span style="font-weight:400">—
<span style="font-weight:400">We drove around Japan for hours. Ai was an inexperienced driver, but she refused to let me drive. Not that I minded, her slim waist was a fine piece to grab for hours to end.
<span style="font-weight:400">Thankfully, as a fast learner, she caused no further idents. She did have a few close calls, but we managed.
<span style="font-weight:400">For lunch, we stopped at a cheap roadside restaurant and grabbed Champon. After we filled our tummies, we were on our way once again. This time, I finally managed to sit back in the driving seat.
<span style="font-weight:400">“So where does mother dearest want to go next?” I asked as I put my helmet on.
<span style="font-weight:400">“Where did you take Tsubasa to? Take me to those ces too. To begin with, I asked for a bike date to visit the ces you took her to. So take me to those ces.” she said as she sat behind me, her arms wrapping around my chest. It was a warm feeling.
<span style="font-weight:400">“Hey, you realize you sound like you''repeting with Tsubasa right now?” I said and she pped my back.
<span style="font-weight:400">“Not at all. I''m just making sure that the ces you two went to are safe. Well safe for Tsubasa, you''ll be fine I''m sure. Poor girl, I feel bad for her, she got dealt by the short end of the stick because of LoveMy.” She said, “Not only did her man get stolen by three girls, she''s not even officially his girlfriend.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Oh…” I paused. So she knew of Tsubasa and my rtionship?
<span style="font-weight:400">“Yes, I''ve been knowing things,” Ai said, pinching my ears. “I just didn''t know how to confront you on this since you''re a phnderer by nature, it''s nothing new to you anyway.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Fair.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“You probably don''t even care about them either, having lived as long as you- ah.”
<span style="font-weight:400">I turned to look at her and she paused. Due to my helmet, she couldn''t see my expression, and I''m d she didn''t. The disappointment in my face, to hear something like that from her, would have hurt her.
<span style="font-weight:400">I turned ahead, let out a sigh, and pulled the throttle. The bike roared and shot like a bullet. The wind hit our helmets as we continued our drive, but this time in silence.
<span style="font-weight:400">* * *
<span style="font-weight:400">In the evening, we stopped at a magical ce. Lake Kawaguchi. I hadn''te here with Tsubasa, but we came nearby. Since I was here with Ai, I didn''t want to miss the sunset of this ce.
<span style="font-weight:400">The Mt. Fuji was a clear picture from here as the sun smiled above it. The evening sun was descending in the west as it cast an otherworldly light over the world.
<span style="font-weight:400">We took off our helmets and watched it. Ai got off the bike, but I remained atop it, my eyes focused on the mountain.
<span style="font-weight:400">Goddess Sakurahime, the Goddess of Mt. Fuji was at the peak of that mountain. If I was with someone other than Ai, I''d have gone to visit her. But I didn''t want to waste this date’s limited yet precious time.
<span style="font-weight:400">In silence, Ai and I watched the sun dip behind a mountain range. The world''s light retracted and the moon''s darkness began to sweep over us.
<span style="font-weight:400">A gentle wind fluttered the leaves, as well as my blonde hair. Ai’s hair fluttered more as she turned around to face me, a hesitant look on her face, “...Are you mad at me?”
<span style="font-weight:400">“No,” I said. “Why will I be mad?”
<span style="font-weight:400">“You''ve been all silent the entire ride, as well as thest couple of minutes,” with a soft tone, she said.
<span style="font-weight:400">“Well, it''s safer to drive without talking all the time. As for the sunset, it was too breathtaking to interrupt. I''m talking to you now, am I not?” I told her.
<span style="font-weight:400">“Yet you''re talking in such a… t tone. So dry.” She said, “I… I’m sorry, Aqua. I shouldn''t have said that.”
<span style="font-weight:400">I sighed, “No need to apologize for that, it is amon thing to assume. If I''m as old as you think I am,” and I doubt she realized just how old I truly am, “it''s understandable to assume I may not have the heart left to love someone new.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“W-which clearly isn''t true, since you''re here with me, so I shouldn''t have said such a stupid thing.” She walked up to me and looked into my eyes, “Instead, I think… it rather shows how much you care. Because of the effort you make yourself go through to please them, to create genuine interactions. Despite having done it over and over again, if all you wanted was body and not heart, you could have gotten more than one can count anytime.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“You''re thinking too much, mom.” I said and gently pulled her closer to me. I put my chin over her head and held her close. “You aren''t entirely wrong… If not then, I''d have found it easy to settle with a single woman. I try, I tried this time too, to not make my love life into a harem, but here we are.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Oh…”
<span style="font-weight:400">“The life of a normal man bes full when he finds a partner. Interactions, exclusive and intimate conversations, sharing each other’s sadness and happiness, as well as problems, are whatpletes life. I think. However, for as old as I am and as many girls I have been with so far, all the aforementioned qualities fall short when implemented into a single partner. Plus, it feels good and life feels busier, fuller, when you have many partners to help grow their lives, to make them happy all at once.” I exined in a soft, slow tone as the moon began to shine over our heads. “Might be hard to understand for you but… yes, that''s what I believe.”
<span style="font-weight:400">I went silent at that, and Ai remained the same in my arms. She rxed into my hold and stayed like that for minutes.
<span style="font-weight:400">Finally, she raised her head to look up at me. This time, she knew she didn''t need to foolishly apologize, “Thank you for telling me that, Aqua,” she said. “I will remember that.”
<span style="font-weight:400">I smiled, “Anytime, mother.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“I want to hear a lot more about you,” she hesitated. “Will you tell me?” she asked gently and pulled me by the arm. I didn’t resist as she dragged me near a tree, pushing me to sit under it. Then she hesitated once more, pausing, before sitting between my legs. “I''m curious,” she said, “So you never had only a single partner in any of your life? Not even as the Emperor? Was the Empress alone not good enough?”
<span style="font-weight:400">I put my arms around her and kissed her nape. She gulped but showed no reaction, she knew I''d do that if she put herself like this to me. She''s so cute.
<span style="font-weight:400">“Mhm let''s see,” I pondered her question.
<span style="font-weight:400">I did have only one partner in some of my lives; namely, in my 4th life as a Hermit, as well as my 5th life as the Eternal Sorcerer. Though if we''re talking about my 5th life, I did sleep around in a few of the loops, but my heart remained for Emmanuel till the very end, I was never with anyone else when I was with her.
<span style="font-weight:400">As for my 7th life as the Emperor, I slept around sometimes, stone-agedies were hot, as well as queens and future celebrities, but as that life grew, I lost the general feeling of lust. So by the time I met my Empress, it didn’t take much to be loyal to her. Even if, now and then, I''d relish myself with variety, there was no romantic feeling involved there, and I was never actually together with those girls, so it wasn''t a harem.
<span style="font-weight:400">I guess that''s it, that''s the only three lives where by the end I only had one woman in my heart. Although, there is the exception that is my 8th life where I had no one in my heart… but that''s different.
<span style="font-weight:400">I pondered how I should answer Ai. It''s not a good idea to tell her everything, all at once. We have the time of the world to have these conversationster on, it’s not good to tell her about everything too early. For example, I would rather not tell Ai about my mother, Emmanuel Draconia Knightsbane—Ai will get seriously jealous, and might even receive a blow to her self-esteem.
<span style="font-weight:400">In the end, I decided with a nod, “Fine, I''ll tell you about my life as a hermit.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“What?” Ai turned her head around in shock, “You were a hermit?!”
<span style="font-weight:400">I chuckled, hugged her tightly from behind, and told her the story.
<span style="font-weight:400">* * *
<span style="font-weight:400">“That’s… such a sad end.” Ai turned her head backward as she stared into my eyes.
<span style="font-weight:400">…I finished narrating my 4th life; where I turned my blind disciple into a Demoness to save her life, as she was injured after killing the Heavenly Demon. She hated that development, she hated all demons, so she killed me too. But for all her rage, she was a girl in love, so the way she chose to kill me was my only intercourse in that life. As a hermit, that broke my oath, and I passed away in satisfaction while her tears rained over my face.
<span style="font-weight:400">“I feel so sorry for the both of you,” Ai said. “I… Haah,” she turned around in myp and pulled my head into her bosom. “I am sorry that you had to go through all that, Aqua.”
<span style="font-weight:400">I smiled, “It''s not as if it''s your fault, don''t apologize. Besides, it''s not a bad ending. It''s not as if I died by some bad guy for her character development or something. Since I''d have died one day anyway, I''m d it ended with us bing one.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Do you miss her?”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Sometimes,” I said. “I never had a real disciple before. And I told you I took care of her from an early age, so I was quite attached to her.”
<span style="font-weight:400">Ai stayed silent and ruffled my hair as she held me in her arms. I didn''t need it, I was not feeling emotionally weak sharing this story, but it felt good anyway. I wrapped my arms around her waist and breathed in her scent.
<span style="font-weight:400">“You know,” I said, “That is the life when I decided to not care about social taboos if I liked a person enough…”
<span style="font-weight:400">It was taboo to sleep with your disciple, that was one of the main reasons I didn''t sleep with her— both for myself and her reputation. Of course, I still had the oath, but if I didn''t care about the social taboo, I would have made losing my oath a goal, and after seeding, I could have lived longer with that girl…
<span style="font-weight:400">“So during my next life, I began to break social taboos without care, as long as they fit my emotions. I think everyone should follow that, life is more fulfilling that way.” I told Ai, who maintained a calm rhythmic breathing in my arms. “That remains true to date. That''s why…” My hands slowly lowered from her firm waist to rest on her soft ass, as I raised my head to look at her. “I don''t hide my romantic feelings for you.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“....”
<span style="font-weight:400">“I love you, mom.”
<span style="font-weight:400">That was a clear confession, there was no misunderstanding in that statement. I met her pink, starry eyes with my blue starry ones, as hers trembled like the waves on a gentleke. Ai gulped, her lips shaking as she wondered how to answer, and I noticed a sense of fear in the corner of her eyes.
<span style="font-weight:400">I wondered what she feared. She liked me, both as her son and also as a man—it’s obvious to me by now. Then what did she fear? Did she fear social taboo, even after the story I told her? Or did she fear how our rtionship would change if she gave in?
<span style="font-weight:400">Or… did she fear <i><span style="font-weight:400">me</i><span style="font-weight:400">?
<span style="font-weight:400">I gently let go of her body, as well as the emotional baggage she must feel from that question, and stood up. “Let’s get moving. It’s gettingte, we should return.”
<span style="font-weight:400">-「<b><i>Three little birds sat on my window, And they told me I didn''t need to worry… Summer came like cinnamon, so sweet, Little girls double-dutch on the concrete.</i></b><span style="font-weight:400">」
<span style="font-weight:400">The sky sang gently as I started up the bike. A new Icon was blooming to connect to my soul, and surprisingly, it was an Icon I didn’t recognize—yet something that felt so close to my existence. What an odd feeling.
<span style="font-weight:400">-「<b><i>Girl, put your records on, Tell me your favorite song, You go ahead, let your hair down… Sapphire and faded jeans, I hope you get your dreams, Just go ahead, let your hair down. You''re gonna find yourself somewhere, somehow.</i></b><span style="font-weight:400">」
<span style="font-weight:400">Why is the Icon singing…? I’m not strong enough for an Icon to sing, yet here it is; it means this one’s extremely overpowered, one that’s also really close to me, yet I’m certain I don’t recognize it.
<span style="font-weight:400">“What is that sound, Aqua?” Ai slipped into my backseat and asked slowly, looking up at the sky. I felt embarrassed to admit that it was an Icon, something that sang for no reason depending on the host’s mood.
<span style="font-weight:400">It’s odd how, for all the signs that this was an incredibly powerful Icon, it’s singing [Put Your Records On] as if it’s the ‘Love Icon’. Who gave it the right to romanticize this situation? Who made this thing anyway?
<span style="font-weight:400">I lied, “No idea, mom.”
<span style="font-weight:400">My bike shot through the highway as the song persistently followed me just like the moon above it. Ai gently rested her head on my back as we streaked through.
<span style="font-weight:400">-「<b><i>Blue as the sky, sunburned and lonely, Sipping tea in the bar by the roadside.</i></b><span style="font-weight:400">」
<span style="font-weight:400">* * *
<span style="font-weight:400">The sound of rain dancing against the earth filled our ears, a gentle reminder of nature''s presence as the bike moved under it. The rain, relentless in its descent, cloaked the world in a hazy, liquid veil, transforming the roads andndscape into a shimmering tableau of light and shadow.
<span style="font-weight:400">Just to put it out of the way, the rain <i><span style="font-weight:400">did not</i><span style="font-weight:400">e because I was heartbroken after a rejection. It’s natural—or maybe something supernatural, I don’t know. It’s not me.
<span style="font-weight:400">Our bike sliced through the damp air, its tires hissing softly on the wet asphalt. The raindrops peppered my visor and jacket, a refreshing, entirely wee, sensation that spoke of the inherent wildness of our journey.
<span style="font-weight:400">To keep Ai protected, I had conjured a shield of wind around us, a bubble of calm that repelled the rain for the most part and kept us dry. I kept it thicker around Ai and thinner around me; I liked the rain, there was a certain thrill to this ride through the storm, a feeling of being alive and at one with the rain that fell so freely from the sky.
<span style="font-weight:400">We darted through the rainy road, our bike''s engine aforting rumble beneath us. The cool, rain-infused air was a balm to the senses, bringing with it the earthy scent of wet soil and the promise of renewal. Our passage kicked up a misty wake, a fleeting signature on the wet canvas of the road.
<span style="font-weight:400">But then Ai''s voice, soft and cautious, cut through the rhythm of the rain. "Aqua," she said, signaling a desire to pause in our journey through this liquid world. I responded to her unspoken request, easing the throttle and guiding us to the sanctuary provided by the tree''s outstretched limbs.
<span style="font-weight:400">We came to a stop under the banner of arge tree, with city lights in the distance, and at that, the rain around us seemed to intensify. Sheltered beneath the tree, I made the windshield denser and looked back at her.
<span style="font-weight:400">“Yes, mom?”
<span style="font-weight:400">“It’s chilly,” she said. “It’ste too. The road is dangerous; if not for us then for those who might identally collide with us. So I say… let’s find a hotel for the night, we can return home tomorrow morning.”
<span style="font-weight:400">I stared at her helmet for a few seconds, unable to see her expression. Then I nodded and turned ahead again. The bike roared onest time as it carried us to the city ahead, where we lodged into a hotel under fake identities.
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