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C h a p t e r T h r e e
"God… can't those people just shut up!" The red headed child grumbled underneath his sheets, he pulled a pillow over his head and rolled over. Eager to try to get some sleep.
The small room of the inn was enough for the two of them, his mentor; Bookman was asleep in the other bed, silently sleeping with a frozen posture. The young child finally had enough and sat up on his bed, he knew he wasn't going to get much sleep tonight, god damn his particularly good hearing.
He walked over to the other bed and stared at the old man. His face was frozen and his body didn't move. His chest didn't even seem to be moving up and down. For a second he thought the old man was dead.
He poked the other's head and earned an annoyed groan plus a threat. "Sleep or else you are dead… tomorrow." Before the silence resumed.
The kid rolled his eyes before going back to his bed and slipping on his clothes as silently as he could.
"Where are you going?" An eerie voice asked him just as his hand touched the cold door knob; he jumped in surprise and clutched his chest. Breathing deeply, he thought his heart would burst out from the fright he gotten from the old panda.
"Don't—" He was about to continue but as he turn around he saw the old man lying down, as if he was asleep. Slowly he turned the knob with his eye still on the old man. Nothing stirred not even when he slipped through the door and closed it gently behind him.
"Stupid apprentice." Bookman grumbled as he sat up, fully aware that his apprentice has sneaked out. He merely shook his head and lay back down, knowing full well that his apprentice will come back in time.
Leaning against the door the child couldn't hear anything. He gave a small smirk at his perfect escape as he walked down the dark hall, illuminated by only a few flickering lights.
"Where to go…" He lightly murmured to himself, it was around 2 in the morning.
He walked out of the inn with a light nod to the man standing behind the reception area. The night was cool, not quite wet but not quite dry either. It felt nice in the open air. Better than the stuffy room of the inn. He looked around, the streets were deserted; he could only see a drunk man leaning against the light post as he puked.
He grimaced lightly as he walked the other way, hands swaying by his sides. Head turned as he tried to block out the gagging noises of the man at the other end of the street.
"Are you alright child?" A gentle voice interrupted his thoughts; he felt a warm hand land on his shoulder.
He instantly froze and snapped his head to look up. There was a man standing there with a kind smile on his face. He looked down at the child and asked again. "Are you alright?"
The red head only nodded as he took a step back, he then noticed there were three others standing behind the man. There was a tall burly teenager with blank eyes, another child that looked very much like those medieval jesters and a child with fairly long black hair, at first glance you could have easily be mistaken that he was a girl, he was glaring at the back of the man's head with intense heat.
I shrugged his hand off of my shoulder and replied coldly. "Yes, I am fine."
"Thank you for asking."
He remembered the times when Bookman repeatedly told him to never associate yourself with strangers.
With one last glance back at the strange group on the street he turned and ran off.
XXX Kuro (Yesh, that was General Tiedoll and Kanda!! v Maybe I will let Allen make an appearance…)