Lazy, blunt, rude and arrogant.
Those words were often used to describe Kusanagi Godou, the male who didn't cared about his surroundings so long as he can slack off and get some sleep. Because of these traits, he was not like by many people, while some are mature enough to get along with him, even though they too, still feels minor annoyance when they are with him. Only a few people truly grasp his personality, and they were his family and closest friends.
But the truth is that Kusanagi Godou was a man who despises many things and likes very few.
He despises the truth.
Because for him, living life shrouded in darkness was more preferable than living in a world where all of the painful truths are known. He'd rather be in a world where gods and magic are only treated as imagination, than in a place where existences beyond common sense were normal.
Thus, he wanted to escape the truth by having his memories erased after delivering the stupid piece of rock that made his life turn a hundred and eighty.
He could just give the stone to the annoying blonde and ask that she erase his memories.
But he still has his pride, although it was almost nonexistent.
He wouldn't leave the job in a girl, especially if he can do it. He doesn't want his problems being carried by a girl, a stranger at that. He will do his task and ask for his reward, then leave this country like nothing happened, and continue his days by acting like he normally does.
Yes, that's the goal that he will reach.
But first, he needs to escape this nightmare and go to the place where the stupid witch-whatever was living.
Which is a little hard since he was stuck in an island with a tsundere girl while being covered by wounds and bruises from drifting in the sea and protecting the latter with his own body. In which later resulted with the said girl being sick and him being a caretaker.
Even his little sister haven't been this spoiled.
But this... devil, was driving him crazy, treating him like a butler!
But, what's even worse is that she's preventing him from sleeping! The woman tha he didn't even knew for a week was taking away the most important part of his day!
Even Yuri haven't gone that far!
Scowling, he stared at the said foreigner who was sleeping comfortably. Her face looking like an innocent girl's while her expression was so alluring that it would make any male unable to tore their gaze away from her.
But he was Kusanagi goddamn Godou, the male that can't be captivated by a simple thing called charm.
The said girl lied comfortably against the wooden floor, using his lap as her own pillow. To make it even more worst, she was wearing the parka that warmed her, it was his favorite parka and it was supposed to warm him, not some girl who can threat him with a sword.
More importantly, because of this woman, he was having problems in sleeping. Not because he was staring at her beautiful face, not because she looked cute, and not because she was hugging his hand close to her chest, which made him feel the utmost soft sensation which was perfect for a pillow, no, that was not the reason.
It was because his body was covered by bruises and wounds, aching all over, and the said girl was using him as a pillow.
"What a selfish human being." now this would be a perfect example of pot calling the kettle black, but of course he wouldn't know it. Because he always thought that he was not a burden to others, despite how he acts and, well... make the other people do most of his work. "Stealing me of my sleep time is the worst crime..."
He wanted to throw the girl outside, where it was raining hard, he really does.
But this girl was sick, and he wouldn't do such a thing no matter how irritated he was. Part of the reason was because this girl could murder him should she want to, and that he was still a kind human being.
Scowling, he endured the cold wind while staring at the blonde woman with minor irritation and envy. His favorite parka really looks so warm, especially in this situation where the whole island of Sardinia was being assaulted by a storm made by some deity which he detested for ruining his supposedly normal vacation.
He really was jealous of the girl sleeping comfortably on his lap.
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"So... how will the magic folks explain this?"
the boy asked as he stared at the once lively town, that was now currently nothing but rubbish. All establishments were leveled in the ground and some cracks can be seen as if a massive earthquake struck the place.
"Probably an earthquake or an explosion..." the female replied.
"Explosion...? But there's no signs of fire... unless..."
"Yes, they wll create their own fire and tell that an explosion happened. They will try to conceal magic no matter what they do." she explained with closed eyes, "the existence of gods shouldn't be revealed: imagine what would happen if the whole world knew?"
"Probably some idiots will ask help from other gods and try to summon them...?"
Erica stared at him in disbelief, "That's pretty accurate. But the most likely, humans using technology and challenging them, if that happens the gods will attack and who knows how many casualties will happen."
After a long rest, Erica finally recovered from her magic exhaustion and used her blacksmithing magic to create an alloy metal that can float in water. He didn't know how, but the blonde said that she can use a spell to make iron and metal move according to the caster's wishes. To be honest, he didn't really care, he just wanted to get out of the damn island as fast as possible. He can't sleep comfortably without a bed, and when a certain girl was using him as her damn pillow.
"Sigh... I don't want to stay in this place any longer," he said as he grabbed his bag, well not his, actually he just found it in the shore and used it to replace his original one that was already half destroyed. "I'll deliver this ugly stone and leave as fast as I can," after he said that, he closed his eyes and take a few deep breathes.
Imagine the item's form in the mind...
"...Located," he whispered as he opened his eyes and turned at the direction where he was seeing the 'imaginary string'. As long as his mind was focused, the string will never fade nor disappear. The only thing left for him to do was to follow it and locate the person.
"What's gotten into you?" Erica asked as she felt a strange kind of sensation emanating from the male's eyes. The usually half opened, lazy eyes were changed into sharp eagle-like ones. "Hey... are you perhaps using..." before she can finish her words, the boy suddenly began to sprint in a speed that was not normal for humans.
Clicking her tongue, she chanted the spell words and activated the spell, Leap. But even with her magic, she still can't fully catch up with him, his speed was unnatural and he wasn't even using any types of magic.
"Hey, where are you going?!"
The black haired male turned his head but kept running. "Where do you think? I'm going in that witch's house so I can bring this stupid stone," he said before pausing and directing a smug smirk at her, "what's wrong, can't keep up with me?"
Erica's eyes twitched at the taunt. "Can't keep up with you...? Don't make me laugh! But you do know that even with that kind of speed, reaching Oliena will still take more than a day? That means that you will need to run for more than a day!"
After he heard her words, the black haired youth suddenly came into a halt, muttering, "I didn't thought of that."
Erica stopped casting her spell and turned at the black haired male with an irritated expression. "What's with that sudden running? Have you gone mad after a night without sleep?"
"Nothing. But let's start to plan our next steps, I really want to finish this and leave this island..."
Erica frowned as she stared at him. "I really don't get you, idiot. But the thing that you used earlier... is it some kind of spirit vision?"
"...what?"
She palmed her face. "I'm talking about the thing you did before running! You used some kind of weak spell, what is it? Your speed was also abnormal."
The male shrugged. "Dunno what you're talking about. That was just a skill I developed ever since I was a kid, and was being left behind by old hags in a foreign lands." he then showed an expression like he was kind of an old person reminiscing about his youth.
"Stop making that expression; it's disgusting."
"Then stop staring at me, that's more disgusting, and annoying, also irritating."
In the end, the two of them only bickered and insulted one another as they started their journey towards the next town.
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"Uwaah, finally a soft bed nya~" the black haired male muttered softly as he slumped on his bed, hugging the pillows and giving out a very innocent smile. But that only lasted for a few seconds before it was replaced by another irritated expression as he glared at the other person in the room. "What are you doing here anyway?" he pointed at the girl who was watching him with her own glare.
"I'm staying in this room, idiot." she replied evenly, kicking him out of the bed and taking the pillows that he hugged earlier.
The two of them were wearing casual clothes, while the male settled with a shirt and pants, the female wore red pajamas that looked really high class. They stopped in another town, buying necessities and renting a room, which was the only vacant at the time, since many people didn't want to leave just yet because of the storm.
Unfortunately, because there was only one room available in the only inn with vacancy, the two of them will share another night with another, again. Even though he refused vehemently in staying in a room with a violent woman, he shut up when the said female suggested that if he really hated being in a room with her, then should sleep outside.
"Geez, how long has it been since I've enjoyed a bath?" the female muttered while shaking her head in regret, "maybe it would be better if I just leave you here and return to Milan."
The black haired boy's attention was immediately shifted from the tv, "Then by all means, please leave me alone," the smirk on his face indicated that he really wanted her out of his life, after that all happenings, his still looked at her like a stranger that he sees everyday in the streets.
An irritating feeling built up on Erica's chest. Sure, she hated the idiot who did nothing but annoy and embarrass her even without trying, but all that experience were vividly carved in her mind. Not only because she didn't expected it, but because that all of them were significant experience, even if it was something that includes a certain boy with a detestable attitude.
But this boy just waved all of those like it was nothing, furthermore he wanted to erase all of his memories after delivering the stone.
She couldn't blame him, since he was an ordinary... well, not so ordinary civilian. But she hated the fact that he will deliberately close an eye and live in the illusion where everything seems normal. He doesn't want to see the truth of the the world and will rather use an easy way to return to the illusion that was once his life.
Although he have his reasons, she couldn't help but feel hate for him.
A man that treats everything like a joke. A man that would forget the value, experience, people that he discovered just so that he could sleep comfortably.
She hated that part of him.
"Out," her voice seething with anger, Erica glared at the boy.
"Hm? What's with you this time?" still not paying full attention to her, the boy replied.
"Return tomorrow. I would kill you if you spent the night anywhere near me," her tone was serious and she even summoned her sword for something like this.
"..." seeing the seriousness in her expression, the boy sighed and dressed himself. He picked up his bag and left the room without any words. Erica just watched him, not even averting her eyes when he was changing, her sword still pointed at him.
The irritating silence continued for another hour or so.
Even after an hour, Erica was still holding her sword, glaring at the door. She herself was confused on why she followed her emotions instead of thinking logically. She even used her beloved sword just to show how serious she was.
'What am I doing? He'll just forget all about this in a day anyway.'
Just then, she felt a painful feeling, as if her heart had constricted. Her heartbeat sped up for no reason.
"Just why am I feeling like this?" she muttered with a weak voice, curling herself in the bed.
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"Sheesh, what's her problem?"
Godou sighed and walked silently on the dark streets. The truth is that he didn't know where he is since Erica was the one who lead him in this small town. But his feet kept walking, he eventually forgot where was the direction of the place where he was staying.
Tracking her was not an option: he doesn't have anything of her possession, hair or anything like that.
So, in the meantime he was all by himself.
Which was what he wanted, since he was still uncomfortable around her. He was still annoyed by the fact that he wasn't able to sleep peacefully when they were in that isolated island. He should be the one kicking her out of the room, but still-
"Why does she look like that earlier...?"
The expression she made, was so... weak, so fragile.
As if she was not the proud knight, but a simple girl. The proud expression on her gaze, the passionate brave eyes that still glared at him when she was so sick. They were replaced by those weak looking pained eyes.
As if she had been betrayed.
"Did I do something to make her look so betrayed?" he tried to remember all that he did earlier this day, but he cannot remember anything that would make her reveal such expression. Ever since she woke up from her sleep, she has been behaving normal.
He had been with Yuri for so long, but he hadn't seen her once look at hm with those kind of eyes. Honestly, if she did, he would start distancing himself. He just couldn't bear being gazed upon with that kind of betrayed expression.
So why, why Erica who has only been with him for two days, would look at him with those eyes?
"A maiden's heart sure is complicated," he muttered with a defeated tone. Inside his mind he was wondering, why does all of the female in his life had to be weird or hard to understand. His mother, sister, cousin, Yuri and many others were truly hard to understand... especially his mother, he now realize why his father was weird.
"Ah, having problems with a maiden, I presume?" a charming familiar voice asked.
Godou's gaze immediately turned towards the speaker. Even in the midst of darkness, he still saw the jet black hair and the ivory-like skin of his androgynous face. The boy that he met in that town a few days ago, he was still alive.
"You... that boy who sucks at fashion..."
The youth stared at him with glee, chuckling at his words.
"We meetest again boy, I think that fate itself destined this," something akin to amusement was evident on him, but Godou didn't mind it as he smiled wryly at the youth.
Meeting him in the middle of the night in the middle of nowhere, surely it was fate. Even him, who's clueless about magic, could say that this meeting is destined by a higher power.
"Still creepy as ever..."
"Fufufu, I was just taking a brief walk and then I happen you sense thee around," the boy wearing a cloak smiled, "and here we are, chatting after that disaster that befall the peaceful village."
"Unfortunately," Godou frowned at the mention of the town, "anyways, I was kicked out by my companion. I plan to dilly dally until morning."
"Hn? Then why not hangeth around with me for a while, boy?" it was not a suggestion, but an order. Godou had that feeling, but for some reason, he found himself nodding while staring at the boy with a smirk.
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In the end, Erica wasn't able to fully rest.
She woke up in the middle of the night, and was unable to sleep again, her thoughts lingered on the way how she acted. A part of her were saying that she was wrong while the other says that she was not. She herself was confused on what to believe since she had never experienced this kind of feeling before.
"I wonder... what is that idiot doing now?"
She frowned when she remembered that the boy, whose name she doesn't know, spent the night outside. She wasn't really feeling guilty, she believes that his punishment should be more harder for the embarrassment she received. But she still felt bad since other people may be disturbed by the certain idiot. Knowing him, he may just barge in an inn and rent a room, not caring if the said establishment was full.
Yes, she doesn't really any sympathy or pity towards the said boy.
But him, being not around was a little weird. She guess that it has something to do with their bicker and insults to each other. Even if it was only for a short while added to the fact that she was really annoyed, she guessed that the time she spent with him wasn't boring.
She won't admit it out loud but a part of her had fun from being around that idiot. Even if she was annoyed most of the time.
"I need to find him," getting up from the bed, she whispered.
I'm sorry!I'm sorry!I'm sorry!I'm sorry!I'm sorry!I'm sorry!I'm sorry!I'm sorry!I'm sorry!I'm sorry!I'm sorry!I'm sorry!
I became too lazy and forgot to update nor even write. But now that I'm back in the sack, the next update won't take so long. Also this chapter is short, I know; I only did this to declared that this story is NOT dead.
