Volume 1 Chapter 3 Part1 (1/2)

VOLUME 1

Season 3, Episode 1

Episode 1:

It was another one of those dreams. One of those that Shun had seen ever so often since he was kid.

In it, he was crying. Just a little boy, sitting on a bench, crying his heart out.

Having been cursed with the inability to imagine, Shun had spent most of his childhood like this, left out and all alone. He couldn't play with his friends - they didn't want someone who couldn't even fathom a simple game.

”Stay away, you freak!”

Of course, he could go home. His mum would undoubtedly pet him and comfort him. But he didn't want that. Instead, he chose to sit out on the bench, clinging on to the single ray of hope that perhaps, they would be back for him.

A shadow fell across his face.

They were back!

Shun looked up, his face alight with happiness, only to see - a giant cream puff.

And then, the dream ended.

–

”Umm….”

His sleep cut short by that dream, Shun spent the morning holed up in his room.

He was, surprisingly, a very fussy person.

Whatever mail he received, he made sure to reply as soon as possible. New Year's Greetings, Christmas wishes, the lot. All had to be sent out before time. If he managed to receive a greeting from someone he didn't include in his extensive list of 'people to greet', he'd make sure to send them a reply on the dot.

Thus, this was no exception.

The letter lying so innocuously in front of him was neither an important mail nor a New Year's Greeting. It was, to be honest, something that he could probably ignore.

But Shun being Shun, he decided to reply, and was currently pondering his side of the text.

A light breeze swept the edges of the open letter paper.

What to do?

Scratching his head with his pen, Shun sat down with a frown on his face.

Creak.

The door opened, revealing a young girl with golden hair and a traveling mantle.

It was Rosalie.

Shun hurriedly hid the paper behind him.

Rosalie smiled at him, and parting her sweet lips said ”I will be setting off for 'Bridal Training' with Manami soon.”

Uh-oh.

This was bad.

–

On her back, Rosalie carried one of those old-timey bundles, reminiscence of a thief or someone trying to run away from home.

”It's going to be a long journey.”

One look at Rosalie's determined expression was enough to tell Shun that she had gotten it all wrong.

”…What is that?”

”My travel luggage.”

”…I see.”

”It contains very important things.”