A Boring Day
"I Tyrell Good," Tyrell said. That's such a lame joke, Rief thought disbelievingly. Of all people, he asked Tyrell if he knew how to tie a knot…
Chapter 2...
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All old guys have a late-life crisis and Kraden was no exception. They say when you grow old and gray, you become some sort of an old pervert; like being mistaken for molesting a child after offering your bed and shelter. Kraden frowned. He was only guiding the poor female to safety. Also, with the soft comfort of scented candles, serene music, his bed and a box of tissues! Who said an old man can't nurse a young female in ill-health with aromatherapy candles, peaceful music to nullify the berating noises of the pouring rain, a perfectly clean mattress, free of her own vomit, and a box of tissues for her congestion!
This generation, he thought. Is so darn clever! He would've had that female too, if it wasn't for Karis' snooping and Matthew's quick wit. Matthew was smarter than Isaac gave him credit for. Maybe he would have to use that thing that he had used on Isaac on Matthew too. There wasn't much left of it, but it'd have to suffice. Yes, it'd have to suffice, indeed. Kraden began to laugh evilly but was interrupted by the sound of Rief's high-pitched voice.
"Master Kraden," said Rief in an undersized maid outfit. "Your bubble bath is ready!"
Kraden cackled. "Yes, yes." he whispered secretly, rubbing his palms together, but stopped after glancing at his apprentice's awkward glance. Looking up and down the young man's attire, he flashed a naughty grin and then lashed at the young adept.
"What are you still doing here, boy?" he scolded. "Get me my towel and my favorite garments pronto!"
"Y-Yes master... right away." Rief tripped over his shoe laces. And dropped down. Kraden smiled even dirtier than before. A panty flashed under the skirt and it read I heart Kraden.
Kraden beamed and mumbled inaudible words about his love for bubble baths. After his bath, Kraden looked at his apprentice once again. "Dang it, lad!" he cried out. "When we're not working on Alchemy or saving the world, you must always wear that uniform!"
"But Master Kraden," Rief whined, which made Kraden flush at Rief's womanly voice. "They only fit sister!"
"Which only makes it better!" he thought but decided against it and went with another approach, "You dare defy the Master Sage of Alchemy, my young and inexperienced, servant, Rief?"
Rief bowed down in defeat. "No, Master Kraden, I'll get it right now…" A few minutes later Rief is wearing the same outfit but with Kraden's newest edition, a swirl heart sewn in the center with many frilly laces.
"Much better," Kraden said smugly. "Now fetch me my dinner, boy!"
The old man's grin multiplied as he watched the young man trip over his laces again, revealing the panties. "It never gets old."
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Terrible, Eoleo felt downright terrible. Where were his jugs of rum? Where was his djinni, Torch? Where were his pants? These were the questions that he could not seemingly answer. He smacked himself in the head. He does not wear pants. Looking down at his wonderful garment, he noticed it was a beautifully, baby-blue, specifically-designed kilt; or was it a skirt? Preposterous!
The lack of rum must be causing him to go insane, but no matter; it's not like the lack of sleep deprivation had any effect on his health anyway.
Walking several corridors, Eoleo stopped and raised a brow upon spotting Rief. The boy was wearing a skimpy maid outfit, stealthily surveying the area; the kid then smirked and hopped right into the kitchen. On second thought, maybe he was hallucinating.
After eons of searching for his long-forgotten rum, which was directly in front of him the whole time, he approached it. He jittered to his rum with excitement, just a sip, he concluded, and as he drew nearer, he took a peek inside the jugs. Where was all of his rum, he thought. And who stole the rum from the rimming jars?
Out of nowhere, his djinni Torch, stumbled wobbly into the scene with a goofy grin plastered on its face.
"Who me?" it said with a hic. Yes you, the djinn equipped on his person, replied, "Couldn't be."
"Then who?"
All nine of his djinn looked at each other suspiciously; mumbling and scrutinizing another, until they spotted Rief, once again, secretly waltzing out of the kitchen in a maid outfit with stacks of deliciously-made gourmet food. They all chirped an "ah" sound.
"Rief stole the rum from the rimming jar!" In the corner of the hallway, Eoleo sat quietly, arms across his knees, and silently whimpered to himself while he rocked his body back and forth.
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As much Kraden loved his alone time, he was just as bored as the next guy. He might've been a century old but he still knew how to play with his rod and to his amazement, it still remained intact, and he could still feel the blood pulse through his veins as he grasped its warm shaft in his hands. He began to gently stroke it, just like he had done when Master Babi of Tolbi presented it on his lap at the raw age of twelve.
"My young scholar Kraden," Master Babi said sweetly, "You've secured such a good relationship with me that I cannot fathom enough to show you my family jewels!"
And so they quietly approached a private room where Master Babi presented his most precious possessions, his rod and his family jewels. They indeed had a secret affair.
He missed those times a lot and let out a longing sigh.
"My lovely," he whispered to it, holding it closely, "Oh, how I love your hardness, your rugged features; we shall never depart from one another again!"
He stroked it harder, harder, and harder until he collapsed from exhaustion and let out a satisfied, disgruntled moan. Rief, who was in the room holding the tray of delicacies, saw the whole thing with his mouth wide open.
"Master Kraden," he said, placing the tray aside. "You don't have to play with yourself and your rod, when you can play with me!"
The elderly man face lit up and he began to admire his apprentice; like master like apprentice, he assumed. He lightly chuckled, "So you saw through my desire, child?" Rief nodded. "You know lad," he said with seductiveness in his voice. "I would've done it with you if I was only several decades younger. But, unfortunately, I cannot get it up anymore..."
"It's okay," Rief said. It is? Kraden thought hopingly. Maybe Rief liked to be the pitcher and him the catcher. Rief approached Kraden who was sitting on his chair and Kraden's buttocks tightened, reminiscing of his old memories with a flush on his face. "I'll get it up!" Rief exclaimed and grabbed his deteriorated rod from his lap. Rief began to stroke the old thing menacingly with both of his palms.
"The feel of Vale's hard oak is really amazing! I can see why you like its unique and distinct texture!"
Kraden frowned and kicked Rief out of the way. "Where's my dinner, boy?"
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A good day, Amiti thought. Today seemed like a wondrous day for him. He jotted down a few words in a little journal he received as a gift from Matthew. He's a thoughtful guy. It said.
Mmhm, nothing is better than looking at the bright side of things such as himself in a mirror. And as royalty, one can't blame Amiti for being so himself. He despised low-level people, like smelly pirates and stupid people, but he hated stupid people more though. Probably, the only thing he and that pirate Eoleo had in common, their hatred for Tyrell.
He wrote another thing in his book. Justice. Valor. Amiti.
Noticing his nemesis sulking on the floor, he put the book away and approached him. "What's troubling you, Eoleo?" he asked casually. The older mars adept didn't even bother to look up or say anything. A fitting response from a bad-mannered pirate, he gestured, and took a mouthful of air. "As much as I hate dreadful pirates, I dislike seeing my adversaries in pain."
Amiti wasn't used to Eoleo's cool treatment or cold treatment, whatever those citizens called it, or being ignored in general. He was still a prince after all. "Ahem," he cleared his throat, still no response, and flipped his hair in conjunction. Take that for cool, he thought as his eyes sparkled. Eoleo began to shuffle off the ground and Amiti knew not even a dirty pirate could withstand his brilliance.
"Get lost, runt. Just leave me and my drunken djinni, Torch alone. Bastard stole my rum…"
"Torch?" Amiti looked around Eoleo who was sitting indian style on the floor. In the corner he saw his djinni Torch fighting with the rest of his djinn. The djinni wasn't really fighting though, but swaying back and forth and gurgling swear words at his other djinn. "What the hell…" He didn't want to get involved with the pirate but it wasn't something the Ayuthay's prince couldn't solve. "Here have some of this." Loosening his robe, Amiti took out a valuable vial from his waist buckle and examined the crystal-clear glass that shone with a muggy and white fluid substance.
"Its contents are ten times stronger than any rum, no doubt." Ten times? Eoleo's ears expanded. "It's an extremely, expensive juice. It has a weird look to it, but its effects are inconceivable that even a man with your stature can get drunk with one sip." He didn't wait any longer. Eoleo snatched the vial right off Amiti's fingers and chugged the whole bottle. Amiti shook his head.
The flavor didn't taste so bad, kind of salty and it had a sticky quality, but he felt more settled. "Eh, yuck. And weird look, you say?" Eoleo examined the little remains in the bottle with his thumb and forefinger and shone it upon a light. "Looks like human sperm now that I think about it."
"Far from it," Amiti said almost immediately. "This juice is really special. It's rare within all of Weyard because only a certain fish that makes it comes specifically in the shores of Ayuthay and only comes several times a century."
Comes? Fish? Shores? Something didn't seem right to Eoleo. "How do fish make juices? Exactly?"
"We get its milk."
Eoleo knew it. He hoped it wouldn't turn out like he thought it would. "Milk them? Like cows?"
"Yes," Amiti flushed. "Sort of like that…" Amiti was making tugging gestures like he was climbing a long tree or, much to his dismay and imagination, milking a male human.
"You mean they have genitals like… nuts and a spring?"
The boy coughed and responded with a barely audible yes. Eoleo gasped exasperated and panted heavily, sticking out his tongue, trying desperately to get the distinctive tang out of his mouth.
Amiti sighed while he looked at the maddened man after he explained that the juice came from fresh coconut milk only grown every few centuries during certain conditions in spring. Amiti shook his head. The man shouldn't've taken the whole thing at once. He shook his head again, but with a sigh, and left the drunken Mars adept to sober down which would take only a couple of days…
He shrugged. At least the pirate wasn't depressed anymore. Taking his notebook again, he scribbled in a few words before putting it away. "Okay, let's see what else poor soul needs my attention..."
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Time seemed to slow for a certain Mars adept. That adept was named Tyrell.
Tyrell crawled on the floor, still trying to escape, and said, "You cruel, heartless witch!"
"Plasma spark! Plasma spark! Plasma spark!"
The smell of a burning rodent entered her nostrils and it felt exhilarating to her. To Karis' disgust, Himi began shielding the boy. "K-Karis!" she yelled shakily, "Don't you think you're taking this a little too far? Can't you see that he's sorry for what he has done?"
"Sorry for what he has done? Taking this a little too far?" she exclaimed incredulously, her eyes widening in comparison to the Grave Eclipse. "He was peeping on you, Himi! P-E-E-P-I-N-G! That's not something a woman could bear for an eternity!" she began to charge another psynergy spell when Himi embraced Tyrell's lifeless body.
"Please," Himi begged softly. "Just look at him!" Karis sighed and looked at Tyrell's roasted body, but gritted her teeth when she saw that smug look of victory on his face.
"Why I ought to erase that smirk on you're ugly face!" Himi looked at Karis with large pleading eyes and Karis let out a hmph before crossing her arms. "Fine. Tyrell, just say you're sorry then."
"I'm…s-s…" he said, trying to make out words and feigned a cough. "I'm sorry to say this but you're a sadistic, gut-wrenching demon!" Immediately the lad jumped up and began sprinting away at maximum speed. Himi stepped back in astonishment.
"W-What?" she said dumbfounded.
She rolled her eyes at the naïve female. "I told you. He's stouter than you think he is." Himi looked completely confused. "He was faking it the whole time! But don't worry. He won't get far…" Karis began to laugh evilly and a thunderclap was heard. "Oops, sorry." she said sweetly. "Now, let's go find that big lout before he causes any more commotion!"
