I would have updated sooner but I got that stupid thing called Writer's Block. So, this is the best I can write when I get writer's block.
Disclaimer-I don't own Gosick. I don't even own this computer I'm using.
He sighed. Kujo couldn't take this much longer. It had been three long months where Kujo had to continuously divert the conversation from world domination to something as innocent as a bunny.
And, about every other day, his brother would come back to his room to ask for some scraps of food, knowing that if he even showed up at the doorstep of the house, his father would bring down merciless vengeance upon him.
For days, weeks, months, this had been the endless repetition of Kujo's current life…and he desperately wanted to escape this loop.
If he could just catch the next boat to Saubure...he sighed. This wasn't right. To just leave and abandon his eldest brother? No. It was not honorable. Especially for a son of whom used to be an imperial soldier.
Hmph. It didn't exactly have the same ring to it…especially after knowing what crimes his father had committed.
Yet, there was still the bright side to going back to Saubure…seeing his Victorique. He hadn't kept in touch with her for a while now.
Kujo lied down on his bed and wondered what the "Golden Fairy of the Library" was doing at the moment. Were she and Avril on a better note now that he was gone? And how were her students doing (A/N-If you are confused about this part, refer to Ch. 1's Author's Note. She is now a teacher in my story…so it could make more sense)?
Eventually, he lost his train of thought and started to reminisce about all the times he and Victorique had shared together. And, that was how he fell into a deep sleep.
Waking up to the sound of laughing-especially disturbed laughing-was not a good way to start a day.
And yet, he still woke up anyway.
Groggily, he walked to where he believed the laughing was coming from. Opening the door to the room where it was the loudest, he found it was just as he suspected-the culprit was his father.
Rubbing his eyes, he asked what his the man was doing so early in the morning.
The ex-soldier only responded by turning around and giving Kujo a psychotic grin.
Now able to see clearly, he once again asked what his father was doing.
"Well, for months now, you have been avoiding this certain subject. Did you think I wouldn't notice how you would suddenly change the discussion so that before I knew it, we were talking about puppies? Because I did notice."
"If you really want the world so much…why don't you just take action instead of just talking about it?" Kujo suddenly gulped and covered his mouth, inwardly cursing at himself for accidentally blurting that out.
The other man frowned at his son's level of density. "You see, I could send millions, billions, trillions of soldiers out there. But, it would still be hopeless because they would all end up dead without a strategist."
"I still wouldn't agree though." He muttered and looked down, noticing just how cruel he sounded.
"If that is your wish, then so be it. But just so you know," and the man held up a single letter, "I have other ways to get what I want."
So, I was just trying to put in some comical relief (because this story will probably need it) and I'll just say it most likely didn't work out as well as I wanted it to.
And so once again, this is the best I can write when I get that stupid block that belongs to someone named Writer (no offense if that really is your name). Also, I feel like there are some grammatical errors here. If there really is one please tell me.
Please review! Thankies!
Yay! Half of the story should be complete by now…I think.
