Anger -; only Sg.] 1 violently erupting displeasure [...]

I dedicate this smear to my new friend Kôri,(Ice),the advocate of logic and deaf composer ..., I read the first lines he wrote in the cover of the Dictionary had written. My fingers clutched the thick tome tightly. As if under a thunderstorm of flashlights, the scene in the small snack bar flickered brightly and sharply through my thoughts, mingling with those from my dream. My God, what could be so bad about a little soup and boring classical music? Who was this boy and what was so dangerous about him that I had him banished from my mind?... who, unlike my compatriots, speaks my language.
Maybe that was the reason. I understood him perfectly and right away. Did he tell me something that I would rather not have remembered? I shook my head unwillingly. The events of the past few days must have gotten to my head, along with a few bad films."Nicolai Andros", I mumbled the written name and screwed up my eyes in surprise when my brain - always fond of numbers - sent me two corresponding numbers. Quite irritated, I wrote down a phone number. What did a deaf mute want with a phone? Insane enough that he "heard" music, but talking on the phone ...?
The second sequence of digits was a date. The third of September. I listened to myself for a moment, but I had nothing to do with that day. "Nicolai Andros," I said again, eyes fixed on the numbers, as if the combination of names and numbers could reveal new secrets to me.
But the only revelation I got was a pain in the stomach area, which got worse as I walked to the phone with the little note.Let it rest, my mind advised me,you will have had your reasons. Millimeter by millimeter I picked up the cordless and put my thumb on the button with the green receiver.I thought about the nightmare. What if I really did something to him? A huge lump formed in my throat and suddenly my forehead was sweaty. "It's just a phone," I tried to calm myself down. When did I actually start having these stupid self-talk? I forced my fingers to dial the number and press the button on the receiver. They did not obey me immediately.[i]How numb, I thought with a wry smile on my face.
Duuu, the dial tone hummed towards me.were all aloneduuuu, added Luv and let the events of the dream echo darkly in my head.
With every ring I got more nervous. What was wrong with me? Not that I was ever bothered about telephoning - phones were on the hit list of the things I liked most, somewhere between athlete's foot and a candlelit dinner with Nick - but that really wasn't a reason to be in line.Pull yourself together, I admonished myself when the bell rang for the fourth time.
"Andros and Yoshino," answered a bright female voice. Although it was alarmingly close to the pitch that makes every woman sound stupid, there was a calm, clever undertone that I liked immediately, and even took away a little of my nervousness.

I wanted to call in my name, but I managed little more than a low croak. "... Nicolai there?" she just reached the end of my sentence. It was enough to turn their friendliness into a rasping "Kori". "You don't seriously think Nicky wants to see you anymore."

"I hate when they call me Nicky. Never call me Nicky if you care about me. Anyway, what do you mean, I couldn't fight back? Do I look like a weakling ?! Next will they stick it to you because I'm far too weak and can't make my own decisions!Oh, the bad Kori! "He almost tears the sheet of paper when he takes it out of the ring binder that I've always been carrying with me since we've known each other for a long time. I still feel strange, even though we've left his parents' house several hundred meters behind us. Naked , saw through and somehow also a little disappointed. I should be glad that it went so lightly.Red-handed, I think absently as I scan the paper. I would have expected to be kicked out Instead, this embarrassing breakfast ...
"You are not weak," I assure him, but that doesn't seem to comfort him. "Why do they have to treat me like a little child just because I can't scream when someone is harassing me? I just can't speak and they treat me like I'm a 24/7 baby!" / i]
For an infant, they give you some very unusual freedoms.[i]I grin mischievously while he has given up writing and is now talking to me with angry gestures. I don't understand more than a few words, however. It is difficult to learn two complicated languages ​​at the same time and not at the same time, because I understand Japanese much more easily with the help of hand signals.
Still smiling, I grab his wrists and look him straight in the face. "Stop yelling like that, carp," I order him. Because of his handicap and his preference for water, I keep giving him fish names, but that doesn't bother him. "You don't understand your own word anymore."

"It's okay," I replied in a relaxed manner, although I would have liked to jump on the goat's throat. "Doesn't have to be. I just thought I'd let me hear from you. What was your[i]name?"
“Tell me, do you still have them all ?!” She was seething with anger and now her voice had actually found the stupid blonde tone."I'm going to hang up now," she snapped, "I don't have to -"
The rest of the sentence got stuck because I hung up for my part. The phone fell on the sofa and it was a huge stone from my heart. If her main concern was that I might see this boy, he couldn't be this bad. Then why only such a dream?
I dressed thoughtfully and then shuffled into the kitchen. Better a gas pump for tearseekers than a beanpole. I found something to eat and finally filled a large, bulbous bowl with the rest of yesterday's dinner.
Something poked me in the back as I, so equipped, flopped down on my desk chair and turned on the computer. Wouldn't have laughed if an address couldn't be found for the number. I took a big bite and scratched the tugging area. A bump under my t-shirt caused the itch.
When I pulled out the small object, I had completely lost my appetite."Verd-", I spat out the bite, got up and crinkled the white quill in my hand. The drawn shoulder reminded me with a steady thump that I was still in a lot of trouble. Trouble related to Lavande. I looked down at my hand, torn between anger and fear. Then my eyes fell on the sleeping redhead and anger prevailed. Those cursed ashes. That was where it all started. I would get rid of that stuff right now.
Resolutely determined, I stomped to the front door and pulled my key from the hook provided. "Haven't you forgotten something?" Rick asked me when I was halfway out the door. With a scowl, he came up to me and thrust a crumpled piece of paper into my hand. In my mind I saw my broken shirt from yesterday soaring in a high arc across the room. I even noticed that the sheet of paper had fallen out of my breast pocket. Why was I so stupid as to leave it behind?Rick didn't say a word, but the way he looked at my backpack spoke volumes. He knew I was going to the address the ice mage had given me to drop off the ashes. "The guy will still be there when you come back," my roommate informed me tonelessly and nodded in the direction of my room, "At least one of us has to keep his promises."
I looked at him gloomily, swallowed the excuse I had on my tongue and opened the door. Nick stood in front of it and held out his fist at eye level. Startled, I took two steps back and crashed into Rick, whose arm I grabbed. I needed something to hold on to.
[i]
There he is now, right in my door frame, looking at me as if I should know him. The blue eyes, which are so unusual for an Asian, have a worryingly watery glow. "I'm sorry, don't tell me anything," I tell him. He must be mistaking me for someone. An assumption that I also express, but which he only acknowledges with a haunting look.He doesn't speak, just keeps silent to me, as if he expected that I can read everything on his face.
I'm slowly starting to get on my nerves. "Listen, I don't know you," I sniff at him and hand him back his student ID. "Take your plastic and go."
I shouldn't have said that. Completely unprepared, his fist hits me in the stomach, he pushes me to the side with a pointed elbow and runs into my bedroom. "Hey!" I scold and pursue him as best I can, but he doesn't seem to hear me. When I caught up with him, he lies up to the cross under my bed and feels around under it. "What's the shit about ?!" I thunder, but again he doesn't react, even shrinks when I grab him, pull him out and pull him to his feet.
What he found down there he holds onto with all his might. Quite confused, I examine the large, tightly closed mason jar, which is maybe ten centimeters filled with water.Something glows in it, faint and very dark orange. He looks up at me reproachfully, as if I could help making it look so funny in the glass. He wriggles out of my grip, grabs a small ring binder from my bedside table drawer that I didn't even know I owned, tears out the first page and writes. He throws the crumpled paper into one of the many flower pots that Jazz left here. Then he storms out the door, the glass in both arms and now really crying.
I'm speechless. What was that? Curiously, I unfold the sheet of paper again. Tell Kori he can contact me when this cowardly asshole has moved out of his apartment. Nico.[I]
I have a bad feeling. How does he know me from? Do I have a doppelganger? Do I do things I don't know about? Better not think about it any further. The moment I close the apartment door, I almost forgot about it.I throw away the ring binder. Perhaps part of me knows that my memories would be all too easy to extract from it.

Nick's fist was still in the air. He wanted to knock. Why do the most obvious and ring the bell? I stood motionless and stared. Stared into those unmistakable, almond-shaped blue eyes that until just now had thought there was only one. Apparently I was walking blindly through world history. Now, however,