Alpha King of Fire

FREEDOM DAY III

FIRA’S POV

“Go, go, go!” I grabbed Pyro’s ice cream and held his hand. We ran towards the front as I laughed so hard. I could not explain his face.

“What? I didn’t know how to play the piano. You’re making me in trouble!” He whispered to my ear, the frustration was written on his face.

“Liar! I saw your piano!” I put the two ice creams in my mouth, and I fitted it in. Well… it was now small so I did not encounter difficulties. Pyro was chuckling as he watched me. “Come on! You can do that!” I pushed him harder on the piano, he accidentally hit one of the keys so it created a bass sound that was aching my ear.

He looked around. I could see the nervousness on his chest so as he did not become nervous, I sat beside him.

“What a lovely couple!” Akiro shouted as the women squabbled, some were slapping their friends’ shoulders. They were thrilled by Pyro’s features.

Akiro put the microphone on Pyro’s mouth. “What’s your name, Handsome?”

Pyro’s mouth opened and immediately closed. People should not know his name until the Full Moon. “Roro.”

A chuckle came out of my mouth as his husky voice said that corny name. I would not expect what he said next.

“My girlfriend’s name is Rara.”

My chuckle faded. What? Rara! No way! My name is so beautiful.

Pyro chuckled a bit at the reason why the girls were screaming in admiration to him.

“Handsome!”

“Hot!”

“Cool!”

“Impregnate me, Hotty!”

I was smiling, but when I heard the last one, my face automatically frowned.

I am going to bald that girl!

“Let’s round of applause for Roro and Rara!” Akiro shouted. The sound of his voice echoed in the whole mall.

“I forgot to use the piano,” Pyro whispered.

I gasped his hand and put it on my cheek. “Please play… for me.” I blinked three times. I used my adorable emotions to convince him.

I was startled when he caressed my cheek and kissed at the peak of my nose. He put his hand on the keys and grabbed plenty of air. I saw the bouncing up and down of his chest.

Pyro gazed at my face. Suddenly, the most beautiful smile appeared on his lips. I knew I said plenty of times that I was seeing the happiness in his eyes. At the moment, it was a firework in his emotions.

He is so happy.

“For you.” He started to hit the keys.

My mouth barely opened as I heard the wonderful music. That was a good to the ear… and heart. Speaking of heart, it was now pounding aggressively as if it wanted to go out from my chest. The noise of surroundings became silent. I almost dropped my jaw as he glimpsed on me and winked.

He is a good pianist. A good story teller using that instrument. The song is At The Beginning: Anasthasia.

I could not name the emotions that were running all over me. I felt hugging him. I was so… proud that he could stand in front of many people and showed them his hidden talent. I just wondered why his piano had been covered? Did he not want to play again?NôvelDrama.Org owns all content.

He closed his eyes as he played it as if he did not do that for a year. Every tone of it was staying to my ear and radiating to my heart. He was just playing it with no lyrics. I wondered what would be the sound of his voice?

His fingers were smooth. I could see it the way he touched it. Maybe it had something to do with being a royal. Did he choose to be a king rather than a pianist? His passion for what he was doing was overflowing. I have never seen him in the brightest emotion. Yeah, I saw, but not the way he was now.

I stared at his side view for a minute while he was stucking the piano. I thought I found the most destructible man on Earth. It was like the surrounding had a slow motion and all I could see was him.

My mother said when you felt the slow motion, he is the person for you.

Is he? How? He is a royal. I am so little compared to him. That made me so sad. Our endings would be death or maybe suicide, or if not… avoiding each other, going to a far away land.

Because… we should not be for each other.

My chest was happy, that was true, but by thinking of tomorrow. I should choose to have nightmares rather than face the pain of reality.

Should I say I liked him, too? Yeah. I like him. I like them. Oh, crap. I am messed up, but I am sure… Pyro is extra special.

His symbol engraved to me.

I do not know where it started and I do not want to recognize it. Admittedly, sometimes I felt like something in Pyro that I can’t feel from others. Something unexplainable.

I did not notice that he was done. I blinked two times to get back in my senses. Everyone was shouting and pleading for another one, but Pyro just grabbed my hand and we ran as much as we could.

“That’s embarrassing.” He was chuckling as we ran in the escalator.

“You should be shy. You are talented! Because if that… you’re going to piano for me every single day.”

The happiness on his face disappeared. “I don’t want to repeat again.”

“Why?”

We walked forwards, as we stepped, I could hear the women praising him, but we ignored that.

“Nothing,” He shook his head. The sadness was drawing in his eyes.

“You can tell me.” I tiptoed, touching his forehead using my index finger, down to his nose and to his cheek. Then, I palmed his face. “You are what you are. Don’t stop showing to other people that you can shine.”

Maybe it was just my imagination to see the spark of tears condensed in his eyes, but it immediately went away.

“Funny.” He shook his head. “My mother said the same thing.”

“Oh! You missed your mom, huh?”

“Often.”

I was being naughty again to wrap my hands on his arms. I did not want to see the look of other girls on Pyro. It made me irritate which I could not understand.

“Then, why did you stop playing the piano?”

“If I tell you, would you…” He scratched his forehead. “Would you date me again?”

“That’s easy. We can date every day every night!” I was laughing. As in I felt the light weight in my heart, the feeling where I want to feel always. Soothing. Heartwarming.

“I’m not joking.”

“I’m not joking either.” I tiptoed again, fixed the hair blocking his forehead. I froze as I gazed at his lips.

Crap. That lips kissed mine last time. That sweet attractive addicting red lips.

I moved away before Pyro moved his head to mine. I was blushing due to his stare.

“Don’t come near my face again. I swear you’re gonna end up panting due to my kiss.” That was a heart pumping threat that I have ever heard.

“Sorry,” I raised my fingers and gestured a peace sign.

“I love playing the piano.”

“Yes, I saw.”

He gasped for air and let it out. “When I was in front of it and hitting the keys… I felt freedom, I felt the overloading happiness. That was the only thing that could put a smile on my face every single day. It served as the light in the darkness, it can organize even my messy head…” He shook his head, blew a sign before speaking again. “My monster disappeared by just striking the notes.”

“But I realized… I don’t deserve to be happy. I don’t deserve to feel easy in the middle of Fire Pack’s grief. I don’t take the light when everybody suffering to dark.”

I was just listening. My head was bowing. I was internalizing the whole statement of his. That was so sad.

“I stopped playing. I needed to be sad, too, like my people. I wanted to cry, too. I needed to suffer, too. Because I am…” He shook his head again. His eyebrows were knitted due to the heavy emotion. “I am their king.”

“Do you think they will be happy if they see you with that face?” I held his chin and looked it up. “You should spread the positivity. In the midst of their suffering, you should be their strength. You should show them how beautiful the world is.”

I grabbed his hand, put it on my lips, and kissed. “Everyone deserves to be happy, my king.”

Pyro gave me a big wonderful smile. “Tell me… if you are my happiness now, tomorrow, in the future. Will I deserve you?”