My Lost Soul

Chapter 41 - How It Came to Be

Enjō walked towards Omega's door and waited in front of it before knocking, "Yo, wanna talk now?"

Omega opened the door immediately, his baggy eyes looked sunken into his head, "Yeah, come in."

"Didn't sleep last night?" Enjō sat down on Omega's bed, "Same here."
Omega sat in his desk chair and opened his book back up without hesitation, generating a small loaf of bread with his hand.

"Man you gotta eat something at least," Enjō said.

"I'll—I'll be fine," He responded in between dry bites. He put the bread down and generated water in his hand to drink.

"So, do you remember anything?"

"There's one thing. Lans was a superhero from a comic book I used to read. I don't understand why, though." Omega furrowed his brow, "If I'm right, then before just recently, I had the same symptoms as a regular Omega, so I would never have a reason to name myself."

"Maybe that Ael guy named you, or some other guy?" Enjō leaned forward and peered at what he was reading, "Altsaama...Or Atlzaama?"

"It's Alsaam—or Alzaam. He was right about Altsaama being a real place...but how did he know?" Omega covered his mouth with his hands.

"Didn't he say he had visions or something? Does it say anything about that in here?" He moved closer to Omega to look at the book, "Whew, you are really cold, bro." Enjō moved behind him and rubbed his shoulders slowly, "Feel that?"

Omega felt his numbed body being thawed by Enjō's warm hands, he couldn't help but let out a light sigh. "Thank you, but we need to focus. It does say things about angels—or at least angel-like beings being emissaries...which would explain his visions. But who is he really? Who is he to me?"  Omega let his head fall into his palm.

"Hey, hey, hey, it's alright if you don't get it right now. But what you need to do right now is eat and sleep, you're pale."

Omega's head shot up from his palm and his bloodshot eyes focused on the book again, "But I need to fo-" Enjō grabbed him by the back of his shirt collar and yanked him out of the chair.

"Nuh-uh, you're coming with me." Enjō dragged Omega out of his room and into the kitchen.

"Good morning..." Omega groaned, Enjō dropped him on a chair.

"You've had a rough night, haven't you?" Omari pointed his fork at him and smiled.

"Huh?!" Omega shot up and straightened himself in his chair, "Oh—oh yeah."

"Did you sleep last night?" Uyama's voice was husky as he looked up from his eggs. His eyes were dry, and his eyebrows were low. Omega hesitated to respond. "Same here," He drank his coffee, his eye twitched.

"Oh, it's more than that. The guy just won't tell me what." Enjō came back to the table with another plate of eggs and placed it in front of Omega, "Now eat."

Omega slowly ate his eggs, and Omari laughed, "It looks like Enjō is the househusband too."

"'Yama helps out sometimes, but he pays the rent,"

Uyama's eyes were stuck to the empty chair at the table, "Enjō, do you mind if I take this to my room?"

"Bring it back quick, cuz we don't need a second sink!" He shouted from the back. Uyama left the table and glanced back at the table before closing the door behind him.

"Everyone is on edge today, rightfully." Omari sighed.

"Sir, do you know anything about the Hatchery—" Omega raised his head with wide eyes. Enjō groaned in the kitchen.