Chapter Four
AN: Beware, this chapter is short but Chap. 5 is coming soon right after.
"So you're fighting this week?" Ganta asks. He finishes dressing in his prison outfit. Senji and he just taken a shower together, right after spending a quiet night in Ganta's room.
"Yeah." Senji replies. "I'm fighting a Deadman that's called the Cardinal. I never met the dude but I'm not worried about it." Senji zips up his pants and turns around to face Ganta.
"Senji," Ganta began.
"Yeah kid?" Senji walks up to Ganta. The little boy's face looks disturbed. "What is it, spit it out." He demands.
"I'm also…" Ganta looks away. "…fighting."
Senji's eyes widen in horror. "What? How? There is only one Carnival Corpse allowed!"
"I don't know the details of why there are going to be two fights but I'm going against someone called the Mourning Dove. It's right after your fight." Ganta sits on his bed and slumps. Senji sighs and sits besides Ganta.
"You'll make it kid. You always make it." Senji wraps his arm around Ganta's small shoulders and whispers directly in his ear. "With your wits, stubbornness, and the Ganta Gun, you'll make it."
Senji notices trembling coming from Ganta and the next thing he knows, Ganta is crying. "What the hell's the matter with you?"
Ganta glances up at Senji and grabs onto his chest. "I hate it…I hate this whole damn thing!" he sniffles. "I don't like hurting people, I hate being the winner and having the loser suffer! I took away your eye for God's sake!"
"No." Senji says sternly. "You didn't, that bitch doctor took away my eye." He lifts up Ganta's chin and kisses him. When the boys let go of each other, Senji wipes the last of Ganta's tears. "Remember that kid."
Tsunenaga is sitting on his chair, smiling to himself. He's surrounded by toys of children; particular toys rest on his desk in front of him—five bird statuettes: a crow, a woodpecker, a mockingbird, a cardinal, and a mourning dove.
He begins to sing a tune.
"Oh the mockingbird is killed…" he knocks over the mockingbird with the woodpecker statuette. "And the woodpecker flies away…but here comes the dove…wanting to play." Be brings the woodpecker and the mourning dove together. "Oh, and I say oh, the cardinal is eager to peck…and oh does she pick the crow…" he puts both the crow and cardinal together. "But what these birds don't know is that the games of the cage is about to change."
He looks down upon the figures and laughs to himself, feeling the twinge of pleasure of knowing what is to come. The anger and pain that is to bestow upon his flock of birds.
Next Chapter:
The next chapter will be longer, this chapter was short on purpose...think of it as a 'preview' for chapter 5.