He opened his eyes, trembling from pain.
A recognizable voice was humming.
Parked along the edges of a canyon in a desert, he lay back on the left rear seat of a sports car. His feet rested against the armrest of the right front seat. The straw hat on his head cast a refreshing shadow over his face. The top of the sleek, metallic black car was down.
On the car's hood sat a young man whose hair was sun-colored, relaxing and watching the landscape. His reddish eyes looked like the depth of the sun. A neat goatee framed his chin. His right lazily rested on his knee.
Above them, the sky was split in two. On their side of the canyon, clouds filled the sky. Across the chasm, the sky was open with sparse clouds. Though shadowed by the overcast sky, the air was suffocatingly hot. Heat waves shimmered off the sand.
The man turned his head to his side, wind tossing his wavy hair. Then, he leaned against the front window, with his arms resting up the window. He grinned broadly showing his teeth and mocked.
"Finally awake, you lazy rascal."
He turned his gaze back to the landscape.
"You woke up like your soul escaped... Same again?
Yakoza sighed deeply.
"Still stuck in the loop. The alternatives don't leave me."
The young man responded, while taking two bottles of cold water from the fridge inside the dashboard's right.
"Maybe there's a message in it..."
Yakoza sat and put his straw hat on his right, his voice uninterested.
"Yeah… Pass me one."
The man spun the bottle around his index finger, then around his thumb, then in the opposite direction. Afterwards he swung it up around his thumb and then around his fingers across his hand. He pushed it with his another hand toward Yakoza.
"Spoken about messages… You've sent the letter, right?"
Yakoza caught the bottle between his pinky and ring finger, and twisted between all his fingers. Then, he spun it on his palm. While lifting his hand up his head, he spun it around his hand.
"Hold on, let me think... Just woke up..."
Rolling around his hand, he opened the bottle cap and caught it upside down. Water rained from the bottle to his head, and dripped from his hair.
"Pretty sure I did."
Afterwards Yakoza rummaged through his robe and found a letter. He pulled it out with a puzzled look. It was an invitation addressed "To Yazeyre Arhusa."
He chuckled mockingly.
"If you'd just bury your melted brain and do your job properly for once..."
Arhusa grinned.
"Well?"
Yakoza responded with a smirk.
"I'll fill your stomach."
Arhusa laughed loudly.
"Wahwahwahwah! You broke-headed poor rat! Who was the one just now reminding your own task?"
Yakoza smiled and lay back.
"Fair enough. A man keeps his word."
The air suddenly grew colder.
Snow began to fall on the desert.
Yakoza peeked at the sky. Strange shapes emerged from the clouds.
"...Snow?!"
From the clouds, snowy mountains looking down towards the surface appeared. The ground folded inward from the sky. It slowly approached the surface. As it got closer, enormous boulders and waterfalls from its lakes began to rain down.
Across the canyon, the skies remained calm and bright. The canyon seemed bottomless and the far side was impossibly distant. No road to cross.
Yakoza leaned forward. His face lit with disbelief and amusement filled with a mocking expression. His eyes were wide, eyebrows cracked in astonishment and had a wide smile.
"You won't believe me, but look up…"
Arhusa,
"Shut the hell…"
he said while seeing the sky.
His jaw dropped in exaggerated confusion with a mocking expression. His mouth hung open.
The two mocking faces looked at each other.