The Morning After.
Soft song stream into the master bedroom, the birds are at it again. One has to wonder how the Old World citizens can stand these same song, and same birds every morning, I can already feels disapproval coming behind my backside. She's going to hit me again.
Any time now. I feels the sheet rustling, it's coming! I'm in for the world of pain.
...
Nothing? I slowly turns to face my newly wed. Eyes shut and soft breathing. Sound asleep. I smiles at the fortune. Feeling a desire to stare at her face, my god her face. She is like an angel descended from the sky of Neptune, white and beautiful, though if she could lighten up that attitude of her a bit, she'd be perfect.
I raise myself up to get a better look at my wife, I'm lucky to have married her...
More singing, I don't think I'll be getting used to this any time now... Ack!
So it came after all. I was wrong in my guess. I lays in daze off the bed with a foot under the sheet. The pain! Oh the paaain! My heart could pop out at this rate. My poor hip receiving that Royal Punch of her.
I might need a replacement. No. I'm not an old man, I'll just heal it with magic like usual... But damn it, that power of her isn't a joke. I drop my hanging foot down and recover myself to stand up.
"Pervert," she said. Wait, so it's not the song that's the problem?! How did she even know I looked at her? I nervously closed my eyes and grin trying to laugh it off. I opens my eyes and break a sweat to the sight of her holding up a sheet over her chest with her right arm and hand extended out.
"W-wait."
Smack.
The feeling of the barks, the aroma of the cook, and the PAIN remaining in my face! Forcing myself to bandage my left side of my head where the slap occurred as the healing magic did not erase the residue from her magic.
"Humph," she snaps as she brewed a pot with a stirring stick. I never knew she cooked, it was usually me or Eishun. I then sweats a bit when I realized something. She poured an entire jug of salt into the pot.
Will I be okay?... Hey, don't put that in... Or those.
I'm doomed.
"Breakfast's served," she comments as she places the pot on the table. "A-Arika..." I called as she walks over to the cupboard to fetch a bowl, then pick up a serving spoon. She didn't seem to hear me.
"Arika..."
She sticks in the spoon and pulled out a dripping pound of slop, I can feel my tears dwelling up. She pours it into the bowl and places it in front of me.
I looks at her hesitantly. "H-hey Arika..."
"Eat up. Your lovely wife went to this much trouble making something for her darling husband didn't she?"
She got me. I looks at the bowl, then to her, and back to the bowl. I carefully grabs it by hands on each side. I gulps as I draws it closer to my lips.
One teeny bit of a taste, and I can feel my soul escaping. I struggle with the drinkable poison as my throat tighten. Finishing the last drop, I drops the bowl and my face down to the hard surface of the table.
"You seems like you really enjoys it. I'll make it the daily then," she smiles cheerfully yet with the same flat disapproval face she always had. I winces at the thought of that. Is this my punishment for marrying her?
I sighs and close my eyes. I reopens and calls out to Arika. "Arika. I..." She interrupts, "You need to go find your master, is that right?" I pause with a disbelief look. "You knew?"
"Of course I knew, who do you think I am?" Now that she mentions it she has been at my side during the war. Scary scary. "You can't stop me. I have to go."
"I don't plan to because I'm going too." What did she say?
"Arika, I must had misheard you, can you say that again?" "I'm going with you." This left me in astonishment.
"Out of question, what about our son? He needs his mother." "He needs his father too."
Silence floods the room. Shortly afterward, a loud scream from a room connected to the kitchen. Arika sighs, then she get an idea.
"We'll take him with us, but he can't be involved. You of course do understand that do you Nagi?" "I have a relative in Wales that could watch over him for us."
"Then we're in agreement," she said with slight sadness and joyness.
"We'll take along Al, he probably knows where Master is."
"Why certainly so, I am graceful to hear that Nagi." A voice from the infant's room leaks into the room. Both Arika and I froze for a moment, then sighed with relief from remembering whose voice it was.
"Al, your face scares Negi, come on out," I called to him.
"My my my, it's always a joyful moment to see a newborn child, even if I'm this old. Life is truly always-changing," he replied opening the door and walking into the kitchen in his sagely garb.
"I know you're old, but how old are you exactly?" I asked curiously. "My... it's rude to ask a maiden of her age isn't it?"
"But you're a ma-" Before I could finish my sentence, he is already in front of me holding his index finger to my lips. "Shush, all that talk despite having taken my tender lips forcibly just to make contact with me. Tsk tsk."
I turns red, and turn to my companion, she's expressionless. Wait, is her eyes white? She's rolling them to the back of her head! She swing back and collapse twitching on the floor, "Y-yaoi kiss..."
"Arika!" I called at her falling down knee first beside her holding her hand.
"Ku ku ku," his signature laughter mocks me.
I turns to him with my annoyed face. We did not kiss each other. That much is a certainty. I was about to explain that to Arika...
But before I know it, I'm on floor holding my stomach coughing. Arika above me with a menacing face of hatred. "HOW DARE YOU KISS ME KNOWINGLY HAVING KISS ANOTHER MAN?!" She yells at me.
"WAI-" I shouted, but I'm getting pounded on by her fists of vengeance. I'm going to feel this for a month, actually for the rest of my life I guess.
Last thing I hears is more laughter from that damned fetish lover.
