Calls' Replies

What does being a Gold mean? Is it a life full of joys? Or is it a hole of sorrows? I, who was controlled by this world, my life and my death are raised by its unknow. I followed it without questioning like a dog trained by its master to do tricks then get called a genius. Though the truth was that I had not met that master yet, but still I was a trained dog. A dog waiting at his master grave for his return; that was Ain. That was me.

I sat every day from the day I came to the Golden House alone. Waiting... but it did not have to be ACF. I just wanted company, somebody I can speak with. I almost went crazy. In an enormous place, a house that could fit an empire I was alone.

Simply, I described it with one word; it was not just enormous. Complex. The huge stairs that spread from corner to corner. The wings designed for each Gold ever lived there. The walls were pieces of a historical museum, from top to bottom covered with golden, black and silver handmade designs and engagements. The vast rooms lied one after another. Yet with all the variety within the embraces of the Golden House, between its fences was only one sunflower garden. They all spoke the unfortunate, not understood emotions left in that place.

On sunny days, I hid my self under the harsh dim high roofs, and on the enchanting rainy days, I sat in that sunflower garden unescorted in my true unshaped shadowy self. I hated summer and loved winter, and it was almost a full season to fall when I met him

He came with a silhouette of a human behind him. Both covered in mud, they walked under that end of summer rain to the Golden House.

When they came in, I was still sitting outside under the rain. The sounds of the raindrops falling one after the other rang in my head together with the Golden House's rusty old bells. A gentle melody carried by the rains.

"CLASH!"

And that peaceful melody yet had to get distributed by the clash of a closing door. Judging from the sound resulted from the clashing, it was the largest, widest door in the Golden House; the main hall entrance.

"What are you two doing? And who are you?" with their muddy shoes ( feet ), they left stepped traces on the house's entrance hall glass floor.

A young adult male with a reflective silver hair stood within my sight, "Oh, sorry for the intrusion. This is my KEY Asier, and I'm Alden. We are..." I cut him after hearing his name 'Alden', "Gold? Silver?"

"Alden Silver... [in a low voice] I'm Alden Gold though..."

"What did you say?... G-Silver... please leave. You're not supposed to be here - only 'Gold(s)' live here."

For a moment there, my spirit got lifted and I thought an actual Gold arrived. Ugh.

"Then what about you? Who are you? I don't remember you?"

"None of your business..."

What did he mean by remember? I turned my back at him and asked him to leave one more time, "Will you please leave..."

"I once was Alden Gold..."

He once was Alden Gold? Like how I could be Ain Gold?

"How do you prove it then?"

"I remember the Golds, and know them all; I'm a G1. Though I need ACF's permission to stay here, right? She ain't here yet?" he cheerfully asked me while protruding his lip like a duck's bill with his eyes moving side by side to scan the place, "She doesn't seem to be here yet, hm. I'm still older than her. Hahhehe!" Alden chuckled.

"Her? how do you know ACF is a 'HER'?"

"She was once my younger sister, Asami Gold, the ACF."