The DarkHole Laboratory

The Willow Troto 3

Willow was sunbathing, he wanted to make his skin tan. Still he remembered the incident yesterday, he returned to this pondo, met the old woman he pushed, he apologized.

He still did not remember who the old woman was, as he asked, the woman did not answer anything.

Who she was, or whatever the old woman was, was like someone told her to shut up.

Willow was bored, he decided to go back to the river he came to yesterday. He wants to refresh his body.

On the way he saw the man who saved him. He followed the man with the fierce face. He went around helping the people.

"Who is a super hero?" Cibir Willow with a peek and hands folded to the chest.

Although the sneering of the woman continued to follow, the gondrong man. By observing the surroundings, Willow lost. The gondrang man was no longer in front of him.

Willow comes out of hiding, and searches for the man's whereabouts.

"You looking for me?"

Willow made stammering. "No" said the whole.

"Why are you following me?" The heavy voice he had heard, but he could not remember. The feeling of wanting to hold the man was so strong.

Willow stepped forward. His hand slowly lifted. There was a strong desire Willow touched the man's face.

Her eyes were locked by those beautiful blue eyes. "Troto?" The soft voice also gracefully stopped Willow's hand movements. Willow realized what he wanted to do.

He pulled his hand and hid behind his body.

"Shera?"

"You're old, so I'm catching up with you" said the graceful woman in front of him, Shera was different from the woman who sniffed the man when Willow hit her.

It's more mature, graceful and friendly. "Who is this?" He said with a friendly smile. 

"Nobody, just the one who asked the falldown hill" Troto's remark jolted Willow for some reason the corner of his heart was pinched.

"I also love falldown hills, it's my favorite hill is so beautiful,"

Willow only nodded as Shera pointed the way. "Thank you" Willow passed, his heart felt pinched, he could not accept when the man called him a nobody.

"Crazy basic! What's wrong with you! You're a nobody, you know no, playboy like him, I want to refresh this weird head!" His gum.

Continuing to walk, a gust of wind blew away her beautiful silvery hair. 

"Is this a falldown hill? Beautiful" Willow sits on two large boulders.

He was caught enjoying the breeze that hit his face. Sunlight, the blue color of the sky mixed with the greenish color of the sea water, the sound of waves pounding, making it calm.

The sound of laughter, he could see a pair of lovebirds from above where they were sitting running around chasing each other, Willow pulled the corner of his lips.

The painful pulsation came back. "Aahk" Willow held onto his head, a frown on his forehead signifying how painful the throbbing was. A cold sweat poured out, a flash of memory approaching him.

He was on the Falldown hill hugging a man as he straightened his face towards the man, only blurry. However he could stare at the tattoo on his arm, a flower with his name.

Willow's body sagged, he leaned against the stone with his hands squeezing the clothes in front of his chest.

She why? Breath stuck. Long Willow leaned against the rock. The twilight was very beautiful, the shadow flashed again. 

Someone came and gave a blanket over his shoulder, his tone of voice cheerfully heard calling out to that person.

The man sat next to Willow and Willow enveloped the two of them, hugging at the twilight. The bonfire was also a pair of Wine glasses.

The painless shadow this time. The flower tattoo is a clue. Willow will find the man. Willow. He went back to his cabin.

His body was tired and numb. "Miss dinner" he saw Lomi long ago, he would not find anything if he asked the old woman. The answer was when Willow asked who hired him, he had no voice at all.

Seeing from the uniform she was wearing there was no way she was just a lonely old grandmother, finding her and taking care of her, indeed Willow lived in a fairy tale world.

"No bi, I've eaten outside, you can go home" said Willow, whose face was raised straight into his room.

He threw his body a basket, a soft and warm mattress very comfortable, he no longer changed his position, he was really tired.

"Sir, Miss Willow came home with a puffed-up face, she said she had dinner out" the end of her report said.

"Thank you Aunt Lomi, you take a break"

"Well Mr. Troto" the old woman came out of the Troto room to cross paths with the young man.

"There's an elder?" Ask the young man, "it's in Mr. Zale" said Lomi.

Zale opened the Troto room. Chief Troto looked up at a glance and went back to the report sheets on his desk.

"I heard from Shera you met Willow? Why erase her memory if you still care, give her your old cottage, and tell Aunt Lomi to take care of it" Zale threw her body in her front seat.

"Even you warned Liber to stay away from Willow? Don't tell me you just realized you love Willow?"

"How about Shera? I've warned you before. But you didn't listen to me, Elder"

Zale did not like Willow, nor did he hate the woman, only that Elder Guapo could not marry outside of their race. Or they will be expelled.

"I'll take care of it" Troto said in a heavy voice.

"It's up to you, elder"

"There will be a meeting at the High Majesty. Also, the sentencing hearing that we'll get, I'm resigned, won't fight, because I still want to stay here"

Willow is looking for a bar, a place where a lot of guys spend time. It's glazed. And found the same flower tattoo but no name writing there.

He ruffled the closet and found a blanket that was in the width of the shadow as he was in the falldown. He grabbed. There was a longing coming from inside his chest. A longing that feels deep.

Willow hugged the blanket. "I'll find you" he promised.

He put the blanket on his bed. And take the clothes that he feels fit to wear. Sexy and sweet. He stuck himself in the glass. Beautiful silvery straight long hair, it stalls, smooth and dazzling.

He added with black flower clasps like the color of his tattoo. Put up some rings, also earrings.

She uses magic for her makeup. Finished with smokey eye makeup, she no longer looks sexy sweet, but sexy, naughty teasing.

"Suitable for netting a striped-nose man" he told himself.

Willow. He's wearing his coat. The sound of his high heels echoed in the wooden streets. He will go to a bar owned by a man he often met accidentally. Troto.

He was in front of the bar. The sound of music was heard coming out. He went in and gave his coat to the servant.

The second door opened. The sound of loud music, the cold mixed with the smell of drinks and cigarettes, greeting Willow.

The woman walked to the edge of the hold stalk, staring down where the dance floor and bar were. Stare at visitors having fun after a busy day at work.

The knocking sound of Willow's steps down the stairs gained the attention of several men there.

"Martini blue sea" he stared at the bartender. Willow dragged the chair and sat down. He slowly turned his body staring at the crowd of people dancing.

It will make all men's eyes look at him, and approach him. "Martini blue sea" said the bartender.

A cup of long-legged glass with sugar crystals around the lip of the glass. With a bluish-green liquid with olive frill pierced by a wooden stalk.

Staring bartender. He sipped slowly on the drink. In his head he arranged the plan.

"Hey pretty we meet again"

Tbc.