Hey~ If you're reading this chapter, this only means whether you're not fed up of this yet (so I'm very glad of your patience), or it's only the first time you're reading it... In that case, then be happy: only 3 chaps before the end!
So why didn't I publish this yesterday... I have no excuse. Once more. Since we would have an exam today, I had to re-re-read a 209 slides powerpoint. Didn't have the courage to do so. Si I spent the whole day watching animes. My body was so heavy all I could do was to "play all" everything in the PC.
Aaaa i think that exam brainwashed me. If that's not that then why can't i push the computer's keys normally?
SO. VERY. TIRED OF SCHOOL
Chapter 11 – Basket Case
And just like in a video game (if you hadn't forgotten to load the last level in the memory card), Squalo woke up the following day.
Nobody noticed he had spent the entire day lying cataleptic in front of the entrance.
That really was growing tiresome for the silverette. Two attempts of assassination within two days, that was truly irritating. But that day, he swore, he was going to be highly careful. He wouldn't let anyone come in, keep all the doors and windows shut close, and kick the ass of any sort of old bitch that would come too close to him.
Fortunately for him, he didn't have any weakness. He didn't have any weakness but stupidity, actually.
At eleven o'clock, the princess was done with the cooking. He had finished preparing the starter, the main dish and the dessert (a three floors chocolate cake). It even astonished him how much he easily got used with all that stuff. In the end, cooking can be entertaining, mainly when you're living in the middle of the woods, when you have no contact with civilization, and all you have to do is to take care of the kids and the house *cough* woman in jail *cough*.
He looked at the overloaded table. Ah, there was something missing, but what? He watched, watched, watched, when suddenly something slapped him on his face: no fruits! (Eat at least five fruits and vegetables every day) He looked in the fridge: nothing left anymore. And he was still tied up.
"Shiiit, now what do I do? Those stupid brats are going to grow obese if I continue like this. Where can I find… (Ding dong). Oh, there's someone on the door."
Now, can you imagine a very, very spectacular scene: Squalo walking in slow motion to the door, with a Wagnerian symphony as a background sound.
Ding dong.
"Yeah. What is that?" Squalo half opened the door, still unsure about a third assassination attempt. What he saw outside nearly startled him: not another old woman with a death aura, this time it was a little girl with a red hook on her head and a basket hanging at her hand. A towel was hiding its content. "What the fuck?"
"Madam," The little girl said with the sweetest voice "I was looking for my grandmother's house. Mother said it was somewhere in the forest, but she didn't give me a map. A wolf almost ate me, a tree almost fell on my head (but the lumberman apologized), and mother also forgot to give me breakfast this morning. Only this basket full of apples. But I can't eat one. It's for grandma."
'What the hell is wrong with that family?' Squalo thought to himself, then, aloud: "So? What do you want from me?"
"Well… I was wondering if you could show me the way. See, if you're willing to, I'll give you an apple."
The girl pulled at the towel, displaying red and green apples, each one more delicious than the other. She looked carefully at the fruits. She was on the brink of picking up one, but paused.
'Crap.' The queen (hidden behind the features of the girl) thought to herself. 'Which one was the poisoned one already?'
TBC
