Allan found her back small. Way too small for what he thought. It was his first-time kind of... knowing what she looked like. He had a recollection of her sitting on her back whether she did the acupoint therapy to him, but he had no idea otherwise. She was smaller than him, to his surprise. Allan assumed her to be bigger, so he remained silent. Finishing washing her back. he could be calling it an honest mistake on his part, or his bad assumption.

“Your turn,” Sarey added after changing her hair back around her front. She pulled it back so they would not get in the way of the washing.

Allan turned himself away from her. It was Sarey's turn to feel the difference.

To her lack of surprise, she knows what to expect and touch. His back was wider than expected. It could be the shoulders that made it so different. His waist was normal, to begin with, so all his accumulated exercises made a difference.

She noticed a few old scars here and there. Not putting them ahead of herself, she did not want to sound rude to ask these questions. However, at the end of the day, she couldn't help herself.

“Are you even 15 year old?” she asked. His body was nothing like hers. A firm muscle, a core strength that can underway the mountain of training unlike herself.

“Oh? What makes you say so?”

“N-nothing really... Is this because of the exercise that made you so build... different, you know?”

“I don't know. I haven't seen myself in a while.”

“Have you not tried to get a picture with your touch?” Sarey asked in curiosity.

Allan fell silent, not knowing how to respond to that.

“What? Have you not?” She asked again.

“My body is my own temple. That was a saying I remember you told me. I guess I look different from all that work.” Allan came up with some small answer.

“I see. Your world is a place of darkness. Have you ever wondered what I look like?”

“Y-yes?” Allan answered in a hesitant question.

“Oh, why not try this?” Sarey grabbed his shoulders and forced him to turn back. Facing her in the bath barrel was Allan, who was uncertain what she meant in this... even more uncertain situation. She recalled the small thing her mother used to do but instead, use it in a different way.

Grabbing his hands, she pulled them to her face.

“See? I am a human.” Sarey joked around.

The warmth of another person spread through Allan's touch. Her facial expression and head movement moved and lay beyond his touch.

“What's on your mind?” She asked as she moved her mouth. Allan in a speechless manner could feel his face. Bandage across his eyes added nothing more than unreliability to read his face. He was quiet for a few moments already.

Resolving his courage, he moved his hands, which were still grabbed by hers, across Sarey's head. He could feel the mouth, nose, eyes, ears as well as wet hair around her head. Sarey let him "see" all he wants.

“Beautiful,” Allan muttered. This time, audibly for Sarey to hear it.

She couldn't help but blush at his sudden word.

Forgetting herself and her manners, she yanked her hands away from his.

“Hohohoho.. Oh well. It was only an experiment. Think nothing of this.” Sarey mumbled while being completely red.

Allan was stunned by his action. Was it alright to touch a girl like that? He forgot he was naked in the bath barrel with her. He tried to apologize, but she blurted out these words faster than himself.

The vision of a young girl surfaced in his mind. Not younger as he thought. With a small nose, eyes with distinct cheekbones, and a slim chin, which make a very gentle face. He assessed her face within a few moments. Not being kind, since he was honest about her blunt idea about touching her face.

“Y-you look young yourself...” He mumbled in a similar tone as her. Forgetting to bathe themselves, both closed their exchange in an abrupt manner.

“I am just 15 this year... what did you expect?” Sarey voiced while continuing to splash water on her face. A small try to calm herself down.

“I don't know... Thank you for showing me your face... sorry.” Allan said with inaudible sorry at the end.

Sarey then continued with her washing, no longer worrying about her sudden idea.

“You should continue or it will get cold.”

“Right.”

In a time which both endured, Allan finished her bath first. Feeling fresh and clean always felt the best the first moment out of the bath.

“Is there a towel nearby?”

“I forgot... Can you wait a moment before I will finish as well? It will take a little more.” Sarey said in a helpless manner. She forgot about the towel because of the sudden idea of getting the fire from the furnace. Allan remained crouching in the bath, while the splashing water left much to one mind.

Sitting in the silence of the bath. Sarey was eyeing him from time to time.

“D-do you think I am that young? People tell me all the time that my face looks younger than they thought.”

“I guess.”

Allan felt a little uncomfortable from this little situation. It was even more obvious because he was blind and couldn't see her. She was a few steps away from him.

“You see, it is not so bad to share the bath. At least we can save some water.” Sarey talked as if this was normal.

Allan sat in the barrel, waiting for this eternal time to be gone.

“Why are you so quiet? Are you that shocked by my appearance?” She asked.

“No. I am just waiting for my clothes.”

Sarey pouted upon his answer while at last finishing her bath as well. Seeing that Allan was quiet for some reason, she didn't continue pressing on him in this situation. It was only a brief idea she had. Touch could tell a whole story to him, isn't it true? She assumed it as she let her face be touched by him. Although she was not willing to let it go further.

There was a way for her to be embarrassed, but she found this bathing to be normal without a second thought. Getting up from the barrel she took the towels for herself and Allan to dry up.

It was getting late for both of them, as they both were very tired.

Tossing to Allan's face a change of clothes, Sarey wore a light robe. Her still-wet hair flew around her shoulders and back.

“That felt good, did it not?” she said after a long time of silence.

“Yes. Bath is always welcomed after any work.” Allan answered, as he finally wore his clothes. It was still better to be clothed, after all.

“Rest well Allan. I will be your instructor tomorrow. Heheheheh. Before the acupoints, that is!” Sarey chuckled at expectations for tomorrow, which almost caused her to forget about the treatment.

“Oh, I will expect great things for tomorrow... Let's get this acupoint over with.” Allan answered and went to his room.

Both of them went to their respective ways. Unbothered nor exhausted, but the way their hearts were at the moment, pounded similar. Expectations and excitement for the future.

Soon, he lay on his bed, and after a few minutes, Sarey walked inside as well. With a small box in hand, she performed the general acupoint diagram according to 36's intentions. A regular one, which rested the body, and forms a firm flow of blood.

This day left Allan mentally tired. The way he got the information from 36 still lingered in his mind. There were way too many things. And it all revolved around himself and that book he had never even seen.

What sort of things happened to him since the shot of the red light? Its vision was kept hidden deep in his mind.

Was there some sort of reason for that? He wondered in silence in his bed. Be it his fate or not, being clueless was a simple, yet terrible feeling. Fixing it was even worse since he had no way to do it at the moment. Skoll, Clayton, Thomas, and some acquaintance's appearances floated in his mind. Allan didn't want to see them, yet they appeared on their own violation.

“Go away! I swear! I never wanted to get away from you. It was a mistake! No!” Allan shouted, half asleep. Drifting to somewhere else. A land that was not his.

Sarey jumped up from his sudden outburst of cry. She looked at Allan's face in question, that already fallen asleep. No one heard him, apart from her. Only a bit of grunting was heard by her.

“I guess you were tired, after all this day. Wasn't you?” Sarey asked as she poked him on his cheek as she lay beside him. She finished her diagram, so the waiting period of 30 minutes to 1 hour still counted. She will wait while in this position. There was no one who would bother her about it. Not even the person less than a touch away.

A smile crept on her face. Unwilling or not, this time was not that bad, in her humble opinion.

The next day arrived with the fight between the celestial giants, which no one could guess. Sun crawled victorious from the horizon. Its light couldn't be stopped by anyone.

In the home of Zigmund, nothing unordinary was happening, apart from the book which lay in Allan's room. There is even a new scroll on its left. It was one of a kind diary in which famous figures of the Central region would fight over the dead bodies of their parents or friends. But they would never guess, nor know, about the position of its current owner.

Diary's fate was changing in the span of a few months, or a few years, unknown to them, or even its owners. The Ones were not excessive or reliant on it. It was a book, material from the long past of their organization. The meanings of this diary were redundant in the passing ages what goes in the millions of years. A time when a few things matters. Even their mind might forget to care for their eyes to see the Diary of the Body. A Diary that, in a great way, influenced their destiny and past.

Be young or old, figures which we're fortunate enough to wield this Diary were never normal. It was of great importance to them, no matter their age or standing to wield something like this. The reason for the Diary to be kept by the Cendirr was in order to keep the diary away from them, or not at all? It could all be forgotten by them by now.

Cendirr's business was up to The One's tastes countless ages ago. Who in their right mind would steal something from the cave of the beast from The Heavenly List? They knew nothing of what had happened in the cave yet. As for the words which were said to 36, they were a hunch of a bigger ploy in the making. A woman who was fearful of her fate and 36 who was meant or not to carry the next chance.

In only a brief moment in its vast history, the fate of the Diary did not find its place. It was seized by the most unlikely situation what could happen through the touches of beings that play with fate at their fingertips. A play that The Ones could not understand at all, as they are...

Allan got up from his bed in the light of a new day. Checking his head and hair as he had used to since he was young. Uncomfortable darkness kept his vision in shambles. If he said he could get used to this, there was no way he could be called anything but a liar.

“Phew. Another day is before me. I am wondering what sort of things are up for today with the scroll called Unmoving.”

There was only a bit of expectation left on him, but nowhere near the amount from yesterday.

Allan did not wait any longer. Time was important to him, and wasting anything was not his style. He found his regular-looking clothes in one corner of the bed and decided to do some stretching and light exercises to wake up some more.

He felt nothing different. Not even after Sarey retrieved the needles and went to sleep the last night.

It was as if he was not sleeping at all. A couple of hours passed with no greater meaning. It all felt weird and natural to him since he lost his eyes. He couldn't tell if the sun was up indoors or outdoors. Only when he went outside to the backyard did rays of the sunlight beam to his skin.

Warmth. He could already tell the approximate time of the day from this alone.