It's begins

"For a scale of a lovers' quarrel, this is excessive," Mr. Gil commented as he looked at Jeanne who stand beside Ilia. He can't believe that she was the one who hurt the boy.

The swollen, bruises, and seven little cuts in the boy's face weren't the kind of wounds given by a girl. It looks like given by an adult man. But if that's true, he does wonder, how strong the girl is?

"Violence wasn't an answer, you two must remember it." Moving his hands, Mr. Gil uses Band-Aids to cover Ilia's cut wounds. "There you go, four cuts except in the lips have been covered. Now, let's cover your head with these white bandages."

"Bandage my head? Why?" Ilia tilted his head as he didn't see the reasons behind Mr. Gil's decision. It just swallows bruises and swollen cheeks. Clean the wounds and giving antiseptic to them was enough.

"Listen, student Ilia. Everyone can guess that you get beaten by someone if they see your wounds. This bandage was a solution." Seriousness colored Mr. Gil's tone.

"But isn't I will look like a mummy if you warp my head using that?"

"It's an honor to protect our school's honor. Don't say anything more, let me do my job." He put on a serious expression and it was enough to convince the boy.

Reluctantly, Ilia said, "okay."

In a matter of minutes, the treatment was done. Mr. Gil was pleased with his job. Once again he help someo- no… the physician was pleased because he get his revenge. This silliness was a payment for Ilia's flirting with Jeanne in front of him.

"You can rest here or back to your class. That's your choice and now, excuse me, I need to make a report." Mr. Gil leaves his chair to go to the room next door, leaving Ilia alone with Jeanne.

Ilia move his body to the nearest mirror. There, he can see the reflection of himself. Those white bandages on his head made him look like, "a mummy. Truly, I become a mummy. It's so silly."

All parts of his face except eyes, nose holes, and mouth were being warped with the bandage. Once again, it was exaggerated but the physician did a good job. The bandages were tightly knitted.

As he marveled at the job of that man, his eyes accidentally see Jeanne's reflection. Same as before, remorse paints her face. He didn't want her in that state for too long so he decided to cheer her up.

He turns around to face her. He made a smile then said, "why don't take a seat, Jeanne?"

"Okay." Her voice was soft. As for her attitude, she gives a vibe like a little girl who is afraid of her parents' scolding.

"You don't need to be meek you know?" Ilia rest his back on the wall. His eyes never leave the girl who hangs her head weakly.

"...it can't be helped," she said. The girl raises her head to take a peek at Ilia but for a second later looks away. "I've done terrible things to you and I regret it. I… I mess up."

"Please don't bring that incident up anymore. I've already forgiven you and you should forget about it. You know, we can get good memories by compensating for this incident."

"Compensate? By what?"

"Didn't you tell me that we will have a date after school?"

"A date? Ah! That's right!" Jeanne exclaimed, turning to see Ilia. Because of her outburst of madness, she forgets that she invite the boy on a date. And when she remembers about it, a smile of joy appears on her face naturally.

Her joy also infected Ilia. He made an unconscious smile before saying, "yes, we can play around and have some fun in someplace."

"...can, can we have it? Truly?" She stammer, a little hesitant.

"Of course, we will go after school, agree?"

"Yes!" She jumps from her chair to grab Ilia's hands then shakes them up and down wildly. In loud voice, she repeated, "Absolutely yes!"

Happiness filled her heart and Ilia was pleased with it. The boy wants the girl to always be happy. So, he promised himself, he would cheer her up in her saddest times.

A girl who tries hard to hold her excitement by doing a little dance. This was one of many precious things that a man will protect with all he has. The destruction of the world even can't stop him.

*But first, I need to make sure that this date success,* Ilia thought. Then he realizes, he wasn't the one who give the invitation to date first.

He does have a plan to cheer up the girl. However, if the girl already has a plan for this date, he will faithfully play along with her wishes. To know which decision he should choose, he asks the girl about her dating plan.

"Did you have a pla-."

Bam!

The clinic's door was opened forcefully. This incident cut Ilia's words instantly. A second later, a loud voice of a boy was heard. "Jeanne, you're here!?"

Standing there, in the door, a handsome blond boy named Roman showed himself. He nodded and smiled after he saw Jeanne.

Behind him were Raquel and Shelly. They made shocked expressions when they see the mummy but, when they know that thing was Ilia, they wears hostile expressions in a flash.

The mummy?

He smells trouble then prepared himself.

Ignoring Ilia completely, Roman walks to Jeanne.

"I heard, you fainted." Sympathy painted his voice. A tender expression was made when he says, "how is your condition now? If you still feel sick, I can drive you to the hospital."

"You don't need to do anything," Jeanne said coldly.

Her monotonous tone draws Ilia's attention. He feels the surprise as he sees her cold expression. Her happiness was gone completely when the girl glared at the boy like she saw trash.

"Don't say something like that. I'm here, worried about you, and give you a favor. You should accept my generosity and be thankful for it," he explained with a considerate and prideful tone. "Now, let's not waste any time. Follow me to my car."

Roman walks away but Jeanne stays in her place. Aware that Roman didn't know what Jeanne doing, Shelly says, "Jeanne, what are you doing. Let's go."

Jeanne simply shakes her head and says, "no, thank you."