Chapter: The sweet fragrance of words

~ This is arguably the longest and, for me personally, most emotional chapter so far. It is particularly appropriate to let the songs run in the background and read on at the same time - the lyrics are listed. ~

"Master Ivanov- I think I know the answer.", Shouted a young man and adjusted his narrow glasses pompously, a knowing grin on his face and his eyes fixed on the red-haired Russian behind the desk. Tala imperceptibly raised an eyebrow and said: "So? What a surprise that you call me, Takumi. Well then, go ahead and shoot." Leaning her head on her right arm, her eyes half closed, Tala looked at the obviously overzealous 17 - patiently at the year-old student and waited for his ´pioneering´ answer.
Takumi cleared his throat audibly and answered in a firm voice: "The trick to not being thrown off course after a violent sideways attack is to concentrate on your bit beats and to move back quickly."
With a seemingly casual gesture, he ran his hand through his blond hair and gave the teacher a ´na- who´- now- it´- look, which Tala emphasized smugly with a ´what-do-you-think-why- I-teacher-am'-look was answered. The answer followed the look: "Well, Takumi, your commitment is as always impressive."

- short break from art

"Nevertheless the answer is wrong, it would have been correct: To avoid a loss of balance, one mobilizes strong forces which one makes available to one's Bit Beast and executes a" fast forward move ". You see, you just concentrate and stagger back little. Now that we have clarified that, I would ask you Tisha to explain to us how we can counterattack after such a blow. "
Ignoring Takumi's angry look, Tala turned his attention to the shy girl in the third row.Only a gentle smile, which suppressed the corners of his mouth, gave information about the fun he had once again. Takumi, on the other hand, was literally seething with rage, it was obvious that his answer contained the right gist and was just a little unhappily worded.
But Tala was not only able to amuse himself in a highly skilful and elegant way but also to act excellently, so he could have instantly assured him highly credibly that his ´Rüffel´ was never intended or meant badly. The cunning Russian's eyes, which looked like shards of mirrors, stared hard over Takumi, repeatedly encouraging Tisha in a friendly manner.

> This guy is great! To be able to enjoy yourself so royally and every day anew - the perfect work bonus! <, he thought mischievously and in the same breath praised Tisha profusely for her correct answer. On the one hand to give the shy girl courage, after all he was the teacher, and on the other hand to make Takumi see his ´feature´ even more clearly. The otherwise so self-assured and arrogant blonde, pouted insulted and kept his mouth shut for the rest of the day, which Tala occasionally acknowledged with a mocking smile and always praising his excellent humor.
At 4 p.m. sharp, the school bell rang for the last time for this Tuesday and Tala's group of students left the room chattering, Takumi even risked an angry look in his direction and then quickly turned his head back when Tala raised her finger in warning. Laughing, he grabbed his bag, wiped the blackboard, closed the windows and was about to turn off the lights when the door suddenly threw open and Tyson clattered into the room. Like a hunted animal he looked around, noticed Tala and a relieved smile slipped over his face. Then one heard excited, high-pitched voices from the corridor and again seized by panic fear, Tyson snatched the keys from the hand of the mockingly looking Tala with a single, powerful movement.In record time he turned the narrow key twice in the lock - only when he heard the releasing click of the lock he breathed out relieved and sat down on the nearest chair with trembling legs.

Unimpressed, Tala stood by the door, the leather bag tucked under her arm, and remarked in a droning voice: "I was about to put the chair up - can't you sit down on the floor?"
Tyson raised his head and looked at the red-haired young man with flashing eyes.
"I'm going to bang this one on Kopp´! Can't be - did you miss the fact that I almost died earlier?"
He looked seriously battered and exhausted, like after a long chase ...
But Tala just threw him another uninvolved look, again smelling fun, and replied unmoved: "No, you look very much alive to me. Anyway, my home is my castle and this is my place of work. So I would like to go Home if you don't mind. "

He made as if to pull the chair away from under Tyson, when Tyson started up furiously, despite obvious exhaustion, and yelled in the usual dynamic Tyson manner: "Tell me, are everyone against me today ?! YOU ordered ME here because YOU were of the opinion, I should be more committed and should work here. So I go here and then what? A whole HORDE of crazy groupies rushes at me during the break. Escape through unknown terrain was the order of the day, man! I half broke my knuckle because in there are arenas standing around this manure stall and you have to PRESS each of these damn doors !! I demand personal protection if I should ever set foot in here again !!! "
Seemingly understanding, Tala looked down at the panting Tyson and then replied, "Shall I put you under animal protection?"
His voice complains, suspiciously for Oscar, unimpressed, a bizarre contrast to the feigned compassionate expression on his face.Tyson gasped audibly, but before he could jump to Tala’s throat, already completely slammed with anger, Tyson stuck out two fingers and tapped on Tyson's forehead: "Take it easy, powder keg. We don't want you to burst - I'll see myself wiping up the sparse contents of your turnip with a mop. "

His outstretched fingers relentlessly pushed Tyson back into the chair, eyes slightly closed, but Tyson was awake and focused. The blue-haired young man had opened his mouth slightly in amazement and willingly submitted to the pressure on his forehead, the look from brown eyes peaceful and obedient. Only when Tyson was securely seated in his chair did Tala release her fingers from his forehead and let out a deep laugh at Tyson's completely taken aback.
"They always did that back then ... I didn't think it would really help. And that without electricity, interesting," he said, more to himself than to Tyson. He continued to stare at Tala with his mouth open, unable to move his tongue even an inch.
"Now is good, you fool. You should calm down and sit down, not play the silent mermaid. Anyway, I will tell your, somewhat excessive, fan club that your Tyson boy is a little 'overwhelmed' by so much affection appears ... Tomorrow just come to the staff room immediately, first break, then we will discuss with the others how you can do your modest service. "
Cynicism and irony were just as much a part of every sentence Talas as his infinite calm. He patted Tyson vigorously on the shoulder and then went to the door, turned around and whistled once piercingly: "Tyson! I want to go home - either you come with me or you run."
Annoyed, he stepped through the door into the now deserted corridor when Tyson stormed through the door as if stung by a tarantula and stepped restlessly from one foot to the other, waiting for Tala.He slowly locked the door and gave Tyson an ironic grin. Behind the red-haired Russian, Tyson hurried through the empty corridors of the facility, looking around nervously.

> How did he do it? Two fingers and bang I felt like after a match won ... it's funny if it emits electromagnetic rays ... oh no, they hurt. Maybe he's a hypnotist? No, it doesn't work either, I wasn't scratched away. Man, I want to be able to do something like that too, then Kai would be a no brainer and we would no longer have to rush around the park like crazy. <
Despite his confusion, Tyson had to chuckle softly at such tempting prospects, even though he felt the urge to roar freely after such ´developing´ experiences. But he didn't dare to do that under any circumstances, Tala might have clairvoyance and would inform Kai of his ideas. Just the thought, Tyson wiped the broad grin from his face and he stalked silently behind the big Russian in the direction of the parking lot, where Tala's black Mercedes was waiting for them.

Leylan had spent the rest of the day with Mariah in the city center to distract himself from the agonizing question of deciding on which courses to choose. Mariah had been able to convince her how much she needed new clothes.
"You haven't increased your range of trousers in a while and dresses ... oh man, you don't even have any dresses. How about a skirt, too?"
"Well, I have clothes; one thing is enough. In addition, it's beautiful and a skirt ... they're all so short and so I don't put them on! I bought the last pair of pants half a year ago, by the way . "
"Half a year ago Leylan ... that speaks for itself. Anyway, you come with us now without grumbling and we will buy what is necessary. How are you going to show up at the numerous official appointments and receptions - in jeans and yours Halloween shirt or your black Goth dress? "Resolutely she pulled the grumbling Bladerin from the kitchen chair and pushed her towards the hall.
"Nonsense, I'm not that crazy either. And for the last time: The black dress is not a gothic dress, it is black, has a lace border and bag sleeves, in short: It is wonderful!" She sparkled provocatively at Mariah, took off however obediently on the shoes. Her best friend replied with a deep sigh: "Fine, so nothing gothic. Yeah, it's really nice, aabut it doesn't hurt to have a second one hanging in the closet and now quickly, we'll take a taxi."
And so she reluctantly had to bow to Mariah and finally spent a unique day with a constant smile on her face that made her eyes shine and an equally happy Mariah on her arm.

The taxi stopped in front of the driveway and the two women stumbled