TAGGED: SILVER CHESS

1# CHESS PIECES

"Find the pawn!" A series of command words that dishonorably entered my eardrum. "Don't come back until you find him!"

Despite walking drowsily, my steps drove with his shammer accompanied a pair of blackened eye bags. Uniforms that are wet with sweat emit a musty smell mixed with perfume that feels nauseating. Not to mention the dyes scratches attached to stain the face until not careless.

Okay, today is the most important day I've ever had. Bullshit about the beauty of High School, to follow the chess club alone needs a sickening struggle.

"You need to be tested. Low-level tactics are not worth participating in a chess club match," said a senior whose character was worse than I thought. A pair of glittering sharp eyes sucks.

I know I'm not a stupid kid, even though at home I'm the only girl. But I am still reliable! I don't play looks but you can count on my special nauri to test. Yes, I'm a synesthesia girl.

The sound of wind has a taste... Nasty flirtatious girl gossip I'm able to stuff well. The sound of falling things that fooled my senses. Ah, I don't know why my sense of hearing and taste are connected.

At first I panicked, but when my mom took me to control my health to a cheap clinic, they said I had a rare disorder. Can't be eliminated. It's already inherent in me.

Synaesthesians. Maybe that's why I don't have friends. Ah, it was precisely me who started to drown him out of the crowd. Noise makes my sense of taste chaotic, the sound is disturbing.Every mouth that speaks has its own taste for soy sauce and it is not necessarily a taste that I can accept. Sometimes it's weird, bitter, or even disgusting that's what makes me pull away and avoid talking.

My high-bound hair blushed, the atmosphere that felt soft hit my guts along with the look of the eyes that collided with the old building like a tower.

Duller. The tall tares that filled the seedy grounds made my footing shrivel with trembling.

"Fucking senior!" I'm clucking aside the wild Ilin. Do they think they can fool this place? Hh, don't expect...

Even if only a new kid manages to enter an elite school, I can't be lied to! As I recall difficult places in the plural have always been the chosen option to increase the difficulty of this level of livelihood.

A cold night and a shredded slum sports shirt clings uncomfortably once the thorns of the thorns stick together with the roughness of the weeds.

I bite my lips not to curse. Goddamnit! They should know that a poor child with a family who earns income from the sale of marine animals is not a lowly student.

Ketsku gaped squeaking. With my gusarny steps forward, I saw him as the weeds pulled over like a labyrinth of a labyrinth that had reached the limit.

What kind of place is this?! My pupils rounded for a moment, the gardens were taken care of with fish ponds and gazebos.

"Chryzantium," a strange whisper caused a pounding effect on the heart. "Rose, lily,"

At times like this my heart feels racing fast. A flash of the white shadow passed by with a deafening 'broken' sound. Fresh lavender sprouts spread the aroma.

"Aw!" My musty shoes stumbled, not sure what thorn I was stepping on.

"Who?" I smother my mouth away the body slowly. Just be careful if the figure turns out to be just a senior disguised as a ghost!

"Ck, sting," I wiped the blood that was flowing soaked in those pale white socks I bought two days ago.

I'm sick! I want to end this silly game. But for the sake of not being called a loser, I forced my body to crawl through the bushes slowly.

My eyesight was blocked, for this time let my sense of taste rely on. Ah, wait! I know this taste... This. the clattering of the feet.I feel a sense of familiarity that fills the oral cavity, thank God it does not feel so domineering. I was able to guess that the figure was standing not close enough.

Duk! A flat surface I hit carefully. Doorway. The rusty hinges are not so convincing to touch.

"Ah, stupid they must be hiding the chess piece here," I muttered slowly.

It's a big risk when I pull that door hinge. It could be that the senior put a trap in it.... or that his deafening voice resuscitated the white figure? Ah, it's been that most seniors won't do anything once they know I'm this close.

Kriek! The ringing of the door leaves presented an incredible sight. Dark, only the moonlight that barged through the window swept the marble floor to silvery. Surprising but clean.

"OK, find the pawn and go,"

Silent. There was no sound that made me need to throw spit to get rid of the disgusting taste. It starts with old wooden furniture. The vibrating knees support the body resting on a pair of injured legs.

Bruk! Shit, I dropped something! Okay ..okay.. Relax Kanra. It's not as bad as you think..

Grusrak! A small reading cabinet made of rotten wood hit the floor... Shit, what's next? My adrenaline's racing great. My hands are shaking. Fearful. My irises narrowed when the floodlights suddenly lit up.

"Teng.. teng"

The voice.

I step back slowly. A loud and deafening bang tormented my esophagus with foreign flavors that infiltrated the salivary.

Bruk! A giant rotating doll-sized stage showcases a parade of eerie dolls. The pale skin was like waxes solidified, eyes radiating fear and emptiness. The dance is quite amazing for the sake of showing a show. Any child will scream in fear.

Shit, I'm trapped...

"Amazing isn't it?" A white-haired doll with a tall magician-style hat stepped lightly, "plastination made by me?"

Ah, I want to run! My body trembled uncontrollably, warm tears flowing down my cheeks. A horror movie that suddenly plays. My steps were stalled, dead-end. The glowing candle flame added a gloomy aura to the figure.

"Don't be afraid," a faint smile that was more akin to a grin; poking out behind his face that was barely covered in a hat. A tight hug burst out, making my heart pound with cold sweat.

Damn, what dreams are embraced by creatures so-called events... It's crazy but my body seems numb to conquer the resistance.

"Don't cry, and don't be afraid anymore" his embrace tightened, tears bursting forth. So what kind of creature is this? A vampire? A werewolf? I was too much into television.

"Le-away," I pushed the shoulder slowly.

Bruk! A fallen doll distracts the attention. The doll that fell down with a pair of detached eyes hit my red kettle. Shit, everything went dark.

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"Absolute girl like you can play chess?" Laughter makes the mouth feel uncomfortable, if only I did not hold back hard to clot the curly-haired senior's mouth with shoe soles.

"Please consider me!" No matter having to beg, I am willing to fulfill my desire to play chess.

"Hey, it's just the elites who are experts in this game, and wow, it's amazing that you're willing to embarrass yourself with the lowest score among the other players!"

Elite boy. Those words humbled me several times. What is the power of a girl who is always struggling with squid and octopus rather than shopping ria called in a luxury shopping center.

Maybe this will be a decision that I will regret later on, but when I give up they will really consider me a lowly girl! Until now I had no friends, and it did not occur to me when rumors that harassed my pride were spread, whether the kind of discrimination I got. Hmm interesting...

In my mind the image of mother and father flashed, also my seven brothers who were so annoying, poor family who seemed indifferent to the situation. Although the body smells fishy filled with octopus ink. A big, bright smile came when I joked with my other brothers.

"Don't be a frontal chick, be graceful a little! As soon as you become a high school student, you will turn into a graceful girl!"

Oh, what kind of rant is that? I let out a breath. The challenge of that elite boy is as difficult as I will accept!

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I'mawakened. Morning sunlight penetrates the retina. Ah, this place! There is a pain that is struggling to hit the head, plus the feet are wrapped in rigid bandages. I surrendered.

"Are you better?" A doll boy last night appeared in the doorway with a tray.

My heart was again scared. My clothes were wet after running a marathon. His steps approached smooth.

Prak! I'm thorny! The hard slap I managed to land on the guy's cheek.

"What kind of demon are you?"

Crisp laughter reflects the echo. The guy took off the high hat and brought the face closer; it shocked me half to death. His lips moved as if whispering something.

Sweet. The taste filled my throat, I couldn't hear it. Without a hint, a pale hand blocked my vision, forcing him to close.

"Don't keep looking at me, I hate being seen," a cold sensation penetrated the pores of the face. The guy secretly put a small towel on the scrape of my face. Damn this demon...

"Keep your hands! I can do it myself, really!" I brushed that warm hand off my face.

"Yes.yes, yes" she laughed at my rejection.

"You're scaring me," I scolded slowly.

"Whow, me? Scaring you?" His white hair swayed, what exactly was this creature? To my knowledge there is no subtle creature with an intense whole like him. A pair of dark gray pupils, pale skin and completely white hair.

"Bas crazy, I thought you were a doll!"

"Okay, there seems to be a misunderstanding between us. According to the psychology book I read, hugs will give a calm reaction and be able to dampen emotions, because you suddenly cry after my special reception that's why I-I,"

"Basic bawdy!" Cibirku.

"Oi oi, what's wrong, anyway?" He pressed the clear button attached to the wall. " You're a freak, as long as you know, I'm a psychotherapist!"

Where is there a psychic expert as abnormal as him!

"Basic devil freak!"

"Whatwas? Uh, sorry I'm not a demon okay? I'm a normal human being like you, even more normal than a girl as weird as you are" she threw her body against the couch next to my bed, "at least I'm human, too,"

I opened my mouth, but I locked it as soon as an aluminum color food trolley shot into the room without being controlled.

"What else is that?!" I almost woke up; I got a self-moving trolley.

"Hey hey, relax!" The guy got up from the couch and snapped a finger. Trolley is moving towards the guy. "Relax yourself, after drinking tea you can just go,"

The guy threw a cup of tea at me. "Aren't you poisonous, are you?"

"Ahaha, why are you doubting me so much, anyway? What do you want extra? Sugar, syrup, rosemary?" The guy starts opening small clear jars.

"Lemon," I reply original. This guy is really testing me...

"OK, "he clamped the lemon cut and put it on top of my cup. "So, what business are you here for?"

I sipped tea to relieve the pervasive dizziness. "I'm not chess, I'm looking for that thing,"

"Wow, then I'll hold you until you show your chess skills against me,"

Wrong topic. I cursed my own stupidity.

The guy took something from the drawer. Chess board. Laying that black and white pawn.

My eyes were only able to stare at that thing in amazement. The most expensive chess set I have ever seen, the detailed mahogany carvings add to the elegance of the black and white box.

"Let's start," he smiled disdainfully.

"You underestimated me?"

"Huh? What the fuck, anyway? I'm obviously throwing a warm, friendly smile,"

"Hh, are you kidding me?" I'm moving a chess pawn.

That weird guy's a pawn move."Yes, the minister's wearing your pawn,"

Damn the guy moves his pawns smartly, some moves make my black kingdom beleaguered. Goddamnit! how good the game is to be able to end my game in just a few minutes.

"You can go, and save this pawn for you. I'll take you to the front door."

Queen pawn? I cringe.

Again, the guy smiled. "Hide my whereabouts, yes. It's good to see you,"

Tbc.

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